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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 20:42:29 GMT
That may or may not happen.
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Post by Teacakes on May 26, 2014 20:49:10 GMT
Ok, so the ending is coming soon and there are probably only 2 parts left at the very least. I'll probably finish it tomorrow.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 9:44:27 GMT
Clementine ran through the forest, thorns scratching her trouser legs as she broke through the edge of the trees and ended up out in the open, standing in the middle of a road. She glanced around frantically before running towards a gas station on the other side. Pausing at the driveway, she noticed that there were several cars scattered around the area. The gas station also had a shop behind it and a garage attached, which was probably used as a service to help people that might have broken down while traveling in the pre-apocalyptic days.
Clementine quickly looked over her shoulder to see that Carver was now out of the woods and moving towards the gas station. Once he was only a short distance away, Clementine quickly ducked behind an old, rusty, car. Carver walked into the car park and glanced round in search of any signs of movement.
"I know you're there. Listen, all I want is for you to be safe, staying out here is suicide. So why don't you make this easy for me and come out?" He called.
Clementine aimed her rifle over the top of the car and pulled the trigger, only for the bullet to miss and hit the tarmac at Carver's feet. "I'll take that as a no" he stated aloud before walking towards the car where the gunshot had come from. Taking her chances and advantage of the heavy snowfall, Clementine slipped out from behind the car undetected and ran towards the gas station and hid behind one of the pumps.
She took aim once again and fired another bullet at Carver, the piece of lead skimmed the car she had once been hiding behind. Clementine ran towards the shop at the back of the gas station, only for a walker lunge at her from the side and grabbed hold of the rifle. Clementine struggled as the walker tugged at the rifle and attempted to sink it's teeth into her neck. The little girl hit the walker in the face with the butt of her rifle, its jaw cracked as the undead creature was knocked to the ground but in the process, she lost her rifle.
Clementine went to grab her rifle only for Carver to shoot at her with his revolver, the bullet skimming one of the gas pumps. She had no choice but to abandon the rifle and take cover in the shop, hiding behind one of the empty shelves as Carver came in through the front door. "You can't run forever, Clementine" he told her.
The eleven year old glanced round the shop before meeting eyes with the back exit. It was her only chance, her only way out, she had to take the risk. Clementine ran out from her hiding place and sprinted towards the back door, only for a gunshot to erupt and echo through the store.
Clementine gasped for breath, her body turned cold as she glanced down at her stomach to see a red dot slowly forming on her side. The red dot grew until the bottom part of her coat was completely blood soaked, the crimson red liquid trickling down her pants.
Her body swayed, her vision blurred as her legs gave weigh beneath her, causing her body to collide with the ground, a feeling of faintness and unconsciousness taking hold.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 11:20:09 GMT
Well....?
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Post by thatstoomuchfestivity on May 27, 2014 11:27:12 GMT
She's taken multiple bullets. Conclusion: she's slowly becoming 50 Cent.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 12:00:57 GMT
Ok....
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Post by thatstoomuchfestivity on May 27, 2014 12:06:16 GMT
If I were writing, trust me, things could've...gone off the rails. Thankfully, I'm not.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 13:18:44 GMT
Welp, I'm almost done. Probably 1 part left.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 14:40:21 GMT
Clementine heard the sound of Carver's boots clattering across the floor. Using all the strength she had she began to crawl, dragging herself along the ground and smearing the cracked tiles beneath her in blood. Pushing herself off the ground she stumbled to her feet and burst through the back exit before collapsing once again in the garage at the side of the gas station.
She crawled to the edge of the garage before slumping by the sliver shutters and clutching her bleeding chest. Carver stood in the doorway, watching her mockingly as he walked into the room and knelt down beside a red toolbox.
"Huh, so many tools to choose from" he murmured, tormenting her.
"Carver... Please... Don't" Clementine begged, her voice hoarse and strained.
"Such a hard decision"
"Just leave me alone..." Clementine pleaded as Carver took a wrench out of the toolbox and slowly approached her, swinging the tool round in his right hand. "Just- just let me go. Just let me die"
"Listen, honey, I'm gonna kill you faster than those bullets will" Carver told her menacingly. "But... There's always another way" he continued, kneeling down in front of her so that they were face to face and their eye contact locked. "You can come back to the community. We can fix you" he told her, gesturing at the bullets that littered her corpse.
The little girl gave him an intense stare in response "What's the matter, honey, cat got your tongue?" He asked.
Clementine spat in his face, saliva and blood coating the bridge of his nose "Never" she growled.
"Fine." Carver responded, wiping his nose on his sleeve and standing up. "But there's a few things I need to know"
"Like what?" Clementine questioned, before coughing violently "What could you possibly want from me?"
"Where is my child?" Carver asked in a low tone.
Clementine lowered her head, the thought of Rebecca's baby and Luke flashed through her mind "I- I don't know" she told him weakly.
"Liar!" Carver yelled, bringing the wrench down on Clementine's head and almost knocking the life out of her. Clementine's world went dark before she was suddenly snapped back to reality when Carver slapped her across the face "Lets try this again, shall we? Where. Is. My. Child?"
"It's not yours! It's Alvin's!" Clementine yelled in response, only for the wrench to be brought down on her head. She could almost hear, maybe even feel her own skull cracking as Carver slapped her across the face once again, bringing her back to the land of the living.
"I'm not gonna ask you again, tell me where she is!"
Clementine laughed, it almost sounded like her sanity had finally broken, that she had mentally snapped "You think bashing my head in is going to get you the answer you want? I'll happily die with the knowledge I have so that you can never get you hands on that baby!"
"Fine, have it your way. I'll find them by myself. But you know what? If you had told me where they were then I was going to let Luke live but now that you kept it a secret, when I find them, which I will, then I'll put a bullet through Luke's skull"
"No! You don't have to do that!" Clementine cried.
"Then tell me where they are" Carver inquired.
"The last time I saw Luke we were- we were hiding under a bridge-" she began.
"What bridge, where?"
"I don't know where but it was not far from here, that's when we got separated. We were heading towards Wellington, there was this camp up near Michigan. If you want to find him then he might be there" Clementine told him breathlessly.
Carver gave her a small smile "That wasn't so hard, was it?". "Shame I don't need you anymore" he said, lifting the wrench above his own head.
"Wait, I told you what I know- I told you-"
Carver swung the wrench and smashed it over Clementine's head. And this time, the darkness consume her quickly.
Clementine wasn't sure how long she had been out, but by the time she came round, sunlight was shining through the window across from her and the wind was no longer howling. Instead, everything was deathly silent, there wasn't even any snow falling. It took a moment for Clementine to notice Luke's presence as the young man knelt down in front of her. Why was he here? How could he possibly be hear? So many questions were racing through the little girl's mind. Reality seemed to be crumbling all around her, leaving only broken memories to keep her company.
Luke's voice seemed distant at first, like an echo before eventually what he was saying became clear "Clementine?! Clementine! Oh thank god you're alright, I thought maybe we'd lost you." He told her, he seemed quite relieved "Everything's gonna be okay, kid, you did it, Carver's- Carver's long gone. Everything.... Everything is gonna be okay" he told her reassuringly.
Luke held Rebecca's baby out to Clementine, the same way he had done back at the bridge. Clementine lifted her hand and pulled the blankets away that were wrapped around the baby to reveal it's bright, beaming face. The eleven year old held out her hand and allowed the infant to wrap it's tiny, delicate fingers around her own. The corner of her mouth twitched before emerging into a brief smile as her eyes filled with tears.
Blood began to ooze from Clementine's head and stain her hair, the crimson red liquid began to run down her forehead as pieces of fractured skull dug into her brain. Death came quickly as he eyes became glazed over and the world went dark one last time. Clementine's life was extinguished like a burnt out flame.
Sometimes, in the end, the good can't always win.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 14:50:03 GMT
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 15:17:54 GMT
*coughs*
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Post by Master Psychic on May 27, 2014 15:22:19 GMT
....... FUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally HitlerI'm literally Hitler CCCCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 15:23:25 GMT
But the question is;
Was Luke real or did Clem imagine it?
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Post by Master Psychic on May 27, 2014 15:24:44 GMT
I think Clem imagined it.
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Post by Teacakes on May 27, 2014 15:39:22 GMT
I'm gonna go put this on fanfiction.net.
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