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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 21:42:41 GMT
rule 34:it never stops
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 21:44:09 GMT
Don't bring rule 34 up here.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 20, 2014 20:52:36 GMT
Clementine blinked hard, fighting back tears as she trudged through the winter storm and wading through the deep snow. Carlos wasn't the first to die, and he wasn't the last. It would never stop, it would never be over. Everyone dies eventually. All Carlos wanted was to protect his daugter and he ended up dead because of it. The last thing Sarah saw was her best friend killing her father, the thought of that putting an invisible weight on Clementine's shoulders. People Clementine loved and cared about, like Lee and parents and Christa and Omid had all tried to protect her at some stage, to sheild her from the apocalyptic world, or the old one she once knew. They too were now all dead. Clementine lowered her head sadly, the reoccurring thought of Lee crossed her mind. The recoil from the security guards gun was fierce as a shot rang out. Lee's body now lie still, his head leaning slightly to the right and his eyes wide open and glazed over with his legs stretched out in front of him as he sat there, hand cuffed to the radiator.
He looked somewhat peaceful, if you ignored his head and the way he was positioned it almost seemed like he was just resting or maybe even fast asleep. But the illusion was shattered when Clementine met eyes with the bullet hole in the side of his head, a dark crimson red liquid slowly oozing out of the fracture and spilling into his left eyeball.
Clementine's stomach churned as she lowered the gun, tears still forming in her eyes and glistening on her red, puffy, cheeks. She sniffed sadly, a sob caught in her throat as she turned away and moved towards the door. It didn't have to end this way. Lee didn't have to die. Why did this god forsaken world take him from her after everything they had been through?
She would miss him dearly. But as long as he was in her memories he would never die, Lee would live on forever in Clementine's thoughts... And in her heart.
The walker blood that soaked her yellow dress caused her damp clothes to cling to her skin, the smell that wafted up her nostrils was unbearable. Clementine listened to the sound of walkers outside, and the sound of the metal shutter rattling in the cold autumn wind.
Clementine glanced over her shoulder at Lee, catching sight of his body once more made her psychically sick. Clementine choked up, tear drops rolling from her eyes and dripping onto the cold tile floor. She turned her head away and pulled her hat down over her eyes, hiding her face before she fled the scene.
No matter what, Clementine would live on, she would survive, not just for herself but for Lee's sake. It's what he would have wanted. But bottled up deep inside, a small part of her wished that she had died in that jewellery store along with Lee. A part of her did indeed die with him.
I updated. Hope you like it. The feels...
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 20, 2014 21:00:08 GMT
*shifty eyes* Anyone interested....?
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 20, 2014 21:22:20 GMT
Noooo..? Ok
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 20, 2014 21:24:21 GMT
I feel bad for Clem. That's all I gotta say.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 20, 2014 21:30:56 GMT
I know, right?
Like I said before, it's just gonna get worse.
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 20, 2014 21:35:51 GMT
By that you mean, this is what I think it's gonna happen:
A) Clem becomes a cold person. Or B) Clem gets bitten and dies.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 20, 2014 21:36:42 GMT
You'll have to find out.
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Post by Pimp-Hand Lee on Apr 21, 2014 1:20:17 GMT
It's well written, but is this still the same story? A flashback?
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 21, 2014 7:41:04 GMT
It's a flashback. The story consists of flashback.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 21, 2014 7:42:50 GMT
We'll be getting to the action later. There aren't going to be any flashbacks for a bit, I'm gonna describe where Clem is and what's happening at the moment.
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Post by Teacakes on May 11, 2014 15:56:51 GMT
Clementine wasn't sure if the water droplets streaming from her eyes were tears of saddness or just her eyes watering from the harsh winter wind. Maybe it was both. She felt the cold metal pistol press against her back as she trudged through the snow. I wish I had another clip, I'm almost out of bullets. She thought to herself as her num hands gripped the rifle that she carried limply.
Clementine had a tough time shooting a rifle because the recoil was so fierce but she couldn't let this perfectly good weapon go to waste. She would get stronger. Eventually. Clementine quickly glanced over her shoulder when she heard the sound of movement coming from close by. A walker maybe? She couldn't know for sure. Her pace quickened as she waded deeper into the snow, the blanket of white coming up to her waist. Clementine had to practically throw herself out of the deep hole she was trapped in only to sink deeper.
She huffed, her breath visible as she paused, lowering herself into the ground as she met eyes with a walker. The undead corpse was being battered by the wind, the sheer force knocking it off balance as it swayed and stumbled through the blizzard, making faint groaning sounds. It's hold body was stiff, it's joint uncooperative as it struggled to stay standing before finally falling. But the walker didn't give up. They never give up. Clementine watched as the rotting corpse stood up once again, it's buckled knees cracking as it forced itself to keep moving in search of flesh.
Clementine let out a deep sigh as she aimed the rifle at the walkers head, the figure was slightly unclear because of the snow flakes. Don't they ever stop? she questioned. Should I take the shot? she also asked. No. It wasn't worth the noise, she could easily avoid it. Clementine lowered the rifle and kept moving through the snow. Her only goal was Wellington. She needed to get there. The only people that she knew of which had survived Carver had been Luke and Rebecca's child. The last time she saw Luke they were heading there so that's where he must be. She was going to get to Wellington or die trying. Clementine preferred the former statement that's for sure.
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Post by Master Psychic on May 11, 2014 15:59:31 GMT
Nice, I can't wait for the next part.
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Post by Teacakes on May 11, 2014 16:03:21 GMT
Thanks.
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