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Post by Master Psychic on May 25, 2014 19:04:20 GMT
Poor Clementine and poor baby.
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 20:05:30 GMT
The sound of groaning caught their attention as a large number of walkers came stumbling out of the woods behind the bridge. "Shit" Luke cursed, taking the baby from Clementine's hands and running out from under the bridge and out into the rain.
"Luke! Wait!" Clementine called after him as she quickly swung the back pack over one shoulder and sprinting after Luke. Once she rejoined him, the two immediately noticed walkers approaching from in front.
"Quick, into the woods!" Luke ordered, turning and running towards the trees while Clementine followed close behind. "Clem, my hands are full, could you cover me?!"
Clementine quickly drew her hand gun and shot at a walker which was approaching from the side, it's brains flying out of the back of it's head "'Course" she responded.
They both continued to run, Luke led the way and found small openings through the group of walkers which were closing in on both sides while Clementine pumped lead in to many of the undead's heads.
At the time, Clementine didn't notice the walker that was lying amongst dead, rotting autumn leaves with it's arm out stretched. By the time she he realised its presence it was already too late as the undead hand snagged her leg and caused her to fall and collide with the ground, damp, wet mud coating her clothes and face.
Luke paused from running and turned towards Clementine, the baby in his arms was wailing loudly now and attracting unwanted attention. "Clem-" he began.
"Just go!" She cut him off "I'll catch up to you!"
Luke remained firmly still, almost as if his feet were rooted into the ground. "Go!" Clementine yelled.
The young man gave the eleven year old a pained expression, the thought of leaving her, abandoning her was just to much for him to bare. But nevertheless, he did as she wished and continued to run on ahead.
The walker that gripped Clementine's ankle pulled on her leg, it's jaw hanging open as it tried to strip a chunk of flesh away from bone. Clementine stretched out her arm and reached for the hand gun that had slipped through fingers moments earlier, but the walker just kept dragging her back. The little girl reached for the gun once again and this time was successful. In one swift motion, Clementine swung round and shot the walker through the head, killing it instantly. The walkers grip loosened on Clementine's ankle so it's arm was easily shaken off and allowed Clementine to stand.
Luke was long gone now, leaving Clementine alone to defend herself while walkers were closing in all around her. The little girl lifted her hand gun and shot several walkers approaching from in front, attempting to clear a path. She went to follow the route Luke had took, only for more walkers to appear from behind the cover of the trees.
Night time was drawing near, the darkness making it impossible to see without any source of light as Clementine aimed again and squeezed the trigger, only to here a click come from her gun. She was out of bullets.
A walker attacked from behind, it grabbed hold of the little girl and held onto her waist so she couldn't escape while it's other hand covered her mouth.
A moment later, Clementine felt a pain in her shoulder as the walker sunk it's teeth into her flesh.
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 20:29:49 GMT
....?
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 20:34:58 GMT
Is anyone apart from MP actually interested?
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Post by Master Psychic on May 25, 2014 20:35:03 GMT
MOTHERFUCKER! Goddamnit...
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 20:36:31 GMT
Yeah um.... About the whole 'bite' thing...
YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND OUT IN THE NEXT POST! Lol.
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Post by Master Psychic on May 25, 2014 20:38:32 GMT
Kenny: FUCK THAT!
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Post by Teacakes on May 25, 2014 20:39:59 GMT
Don't worry about it, MP. Don't worry about it.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 18:26:32 GMT
Clementine's eyes shot open, the thought the dream still playing on her mind as she woke up properly. The strangest thing was, that she could still feel a pain in her shoulder. Looking round, she met eyes with Carver who was standing above her with the foot of his boot placed on her shoulder.
"It's good to see that you're finally awake" he greeted before lifting his boot off her shoulder and kicking her in the stomach. Clementine winced in pain and clutched her chest, coughing violently after the sheer force of the blow. "Get up" Carver growled.
The little girl slowly got to her feet as Carver picked up her rifle and back pack and tossed her belongings over to Troy "You murdered one of my men. You're gonna regret what you did" Carver told her with a low, unforgiving tone. "Now, is there anything else on you that you might want to hand over?" He asked with his arm out stretched.
"No, that's all I have" Clementine lied through gritted teeth.
Carver clenched his fist and took a small step forward which caused Clementine to take a shaky step back as Carver lifted his hand and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Clementine lie there in the rubble, rubbing her sore cheek with a sob caught in her throat.
"Don't lie to me, I know you don't carry light." "Search her" he ordered Troy.
"Will do" Troy responded, kneeling down and lifting Clementine's shirt to reveal the gun tucked into her waist band. As soon as Troy spotted it he took the hand gun and gave it to Carver, who tucked the gun into his own waist band.
"Is that everything?" Carver asked her "And answer truthfully this time"
"Yes, that's all, honest" she told him, her thoughts returning to the hatchet attached to the front of her belt.
Carver narrowed his eyes "You better not be lying to me. Because if you are, then there will be serious consequences, now get up, we're moving out" he ordered.
Clementine got to her feet once again, putting her green coat on in the process. Carver moved past her and led the way, while Troy hit her over the back of the head with his assault rifle, pushing her forward. Clementine tripped over her own feet but managed to keep her balanced as she felt Troy press the barrel of his gun into her back "Move."
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Post by Master Psychic on May 26, 2014 18:31:47 GMT
Fuck Carver and Troy.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 18:38:55 GMT
Don't worry everyone, Clementine isn't bitten, it was all just a dream. Which was also a flashback.
I kind of based it off what Michael (forum Mike) when he wrote about Pete's dream and how he dreamt that Nick actually shot him in the gut when that didn't actually happen original. Pete experienced that because Clementine poked him with the hack saw so the pain was incorporated into the dream. Same with what happened here, Carver had his foot on her shoulder so it was incorporated into the dream, only as a walker biting her.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 18:59:13 GMT
Thank you.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 20:20:48 GMT
Snow was falling thick and fast around them as they walked down a trampled forest trail. Clementine grimaced, everyone step she took caused shooting pains to rush up her leg. And that was when she had a light bulb moment. She glanced back at Troy before stopping dead in her tracks.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Keep moving"
"My leg really hurts, I don't think I can walk" she told him as she knelt down to check the bandage. That was only half a lie.
"What's going on back there?" Carver asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Nothin' I can't handle, Bill" Troy answered him. "Listen girle, you have till I count up to 5 to get up and walk".
"1"
Clementine took her hand away from her injury.
"2"
She subtlety reached for the hatchet attached to her belt by lifting her coat and shirt up.
"3"
Taking hold of the blade she pulled the hatchet out.
"4"
Clementine grasped hold on the handle and in one swift motion, she swung the weapon round and stabbed Troy in the arm, cutting him off before he could get to 5. Troy screamed in agony as Clementine released her grip on the handle and leaving the blade buried within his flesh. The eleven year old snatched her rifle from him and quickly sprinted into the woods.
"You fuckin' idiot!" Carver yelled. "Get after her!"
"Bill- my-- my arm she- my fucking arm, Bill!" Troy exclaimed.
Carver grabbed hold of the hatchet and tore it out of Troy's arm, causing the man to scream louder "She nearly hacked the damn thing off!" Troy cried.
"You useless sack of shit. I'll go after her myself" Carver said, taking his revolver from it's holder and running in the direction Clementine had fled.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 20:38:30 GMT
So um... What do you think of recent parts?
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Post by Master Psychic on May 26, 2014 20:39:59 GMT
Hope Clem hurts Carver.
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