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Post by Teacakes on May 21, 2014 19:03:01 GMT
*smiles nervously* Yeah, about that....
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Post by Master Psychic on May 21, 2014 19:04:30 GMT
Ah sweet Christ, he is gonna live isn't he?
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Post by Teacakes on May 21, 2014 19:11:06 GMT
Maybe....
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Post by Teacakes on May 21, 2014 19:11:20 GMT
SPOILERS
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:08:39 GMT
A harsh blizzard was raging once again as Clementine trudged towards the ruins of an old house. Part of the roof was still intact along with a stone wall, and another crumbling one. However, the rest of the building seemed to have collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing but rubble. Clementine scrambled over the broken wall and slumped down in the ruins, taking shelter underneath the remaining roof.
Clementine hugged herself, embracing her own body heat, the bullet lodged in her leg causing intense pain. Letting out a deep sigh and with her breath visible, she shrugged off her back pack and unzipped it. Rummaging around inside she dragged a first aid kit out and opened it up. There wasn't much inside, most of the medical supplies had been used, the only things that were left were wet wipes, which wouldn't be much use to her, and a needle along with some medicine.
The little girl grimaced "Dang it" she murmured crossly, muttering under her breath as she removed her damp gloves. Once they were off, she lifted her num shaking hands and unzipped her coat, revealing the purple shirt she was wearing. Clementine ripped off part of her shirt and placed the small purple rag close by before leaning down and with great difficultly, removing the bullet from her leg.
Once it was out, she took the needle and medicine out of the first aid kit "This should help with the pain" she told herself out loud. "Probably" she muttered before inserting the needle into her veins and injecting the fluid into her system. Clementine Then picked up the purple rag and tied it around the bleeding wound. As soon as the rag was tightened around her leg it was soaked in blood, causing it to turn red.
The eleven year old sighed once again and leant her head back against the wall, draping her coat across her body like a blanket. Blinking hard, she curled up into a tight ball and drifted off into sleep.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:08:55 GMT
END OF PART 1
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:14:07 GMT
Thanks drunk Kenny!
Wait, is that your response to everything?
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Post by Master Psychic on May 23, 2014 20:16:36 GMT
Can't wait for part 2. Things will get much worse, I can feel it.
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:17:32 GMT
Ok
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:17:52 GMT
Can't wait for part 2. Things will get much worse, I can feel it. Oh, it will.
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:37:02 GMT
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 20:39:15 GMT
Hooray! Butt weight!I just thought of something... it never stops?well I guess its "never ogre"
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:40:11 GMT
Sherk is love. Sherk is life.
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Post by Teacakes on May 23, 2014 20:48:12 GMT
I'd really appreciate it if people left reviews.
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 18:59:51 GMT
The heavens had opened up and rain was beginning to pour from the dark grey clouds. The sun was setting in the west, tinting the horizon with an orange glow.
Clementine adjusted the heavy back pack on her shoulder, her cloths damp and wet. She lifted her head, water droplets dripping from the front of her hat as she stared at Luke who was walking in front of her, cradling Rebecca's baby in his arms.
The newborn was surprisingly quiet, Clementine had half expected it to be screaming and crying the entire time but instead the little one was being deathly silent. Clementine clutched her hand gun, while her rifle was attached to her bag as she scouted their surroundings cautiously. Anything could come running out of the trees on either side of the road at any time, so the two of them had to be prepared.
Luke and Clementine took a brief rest once they reached the under passage of a bridge and taking shelter from the rain. The bridge was damper than the rain, the constant sound of a single water droplet splashing in a newly formed puddle causing an echo throughout the small space.
The eleven year old slumped down on the right side of the bridge, pressing her back against the cold, wet stone and shrugging off her back pack and relieving the strain from her shoulders. Luke sat across from her with the baby in his arms, gently rocking the small child as it cooed softly.
Luke lifted his head and stared at Clementine with sleep deprived eyes while the little girl returned his gaze "Pretty rough weather, huh?" He commented, glancing at the heavy rainfall. This was probably the first conversation they had ever since they hit the road.
"Yeah...." Clementine replied weakly.
Luke sighed and clenched his jaw before lowering his head and bringing his attention back to the baby in his arms "It'll start snowing soon"
"Once we get to Wellington it'll be really cold" Clementine responded while shivering at the thought. "Do you think-" she began. "-Do you think anyone else escaped Carver's camp apart from us?" She asked.
"I don't know, Clem. I really don't know"
"Well, if they did, maybe we could meet them at Wellignton" she suggested.
"Maybe..." Luke murmured, his voice trailed off as he became lost in thought.
"Do you think Carver will ever stop following us?"
"I don't thinks so." Luke replied, trying his best not to give the child false hope "I mean, as long as we 'possibly' have his child then he's not gonna give up"
"We don't even know if it's his. It could be Alvin's"
"We can never know for sure. But Carver has managed to convince himself that it is so he's not gonna accept that it's not. Ah shit- we've been referring her as 'it'" Luke grumbled with a grimace "Goddammit, we don't even have a name for her"
"Well, we'll have to decide sooner rather than later" Clementine commented.
"It's not our decision, it's Rebecca's"
"But Rebecca isn't here anymore. Neither is Alvin"
"I know... I know" Luke responded sadly as he was reminded of his fallen friends. "Would you like to hold her?" He asked, trying to change the subject as best he could as he gradually getting to his feet and walked over to Clementine.
"Can I?" Clementine asked, almost stunned by his question.
"Sure" Luke replied. The young man knelt down and handed Clementine the baby, allowing her to rock the small child gently. Clementine stared down at the infant, it's dark brown eyes beaming brightly as she gazed back up at her. A small smile emerged on Clementine's face as she held the baby close. Sadly, this beautiful, touching moment could not last....
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