Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Nothing Lasts Forever

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Flash Forward:

Clem laid face first on the ground, blood leaking from her head onto the hard mattress she was laid on.

She rolled over, groaning in pain. Her head was pounding, her vision blurred as her eyes slowly began to open. She could feel her own blood on her hands touching the open wound. Wincing in pain, she went to sit up using the strong wall behind her to keep her propped up after a strong bout of dizziness overwhelmed her.

She felt weak, like her body refused to move even though she wanted to. She could vividly remember what had lead her to this moment, and if she was out for as long as she thought she was Duck was near death, if he wasn't dead already.

All she could see were figurines of people, her vision too blurred to make out who each individual was.

She needed to get to Duck, and find him and once she did they needed to leave. She couldn't stay any longer, they would surely die if they did. She was on a race against time and time waited for no one, she had to get up.

She stood to her feet, using the wall behind her as leverage. Her vision had begun to clear more the longer she was conscience. Just as she stood, one of the people from her new group ran up to her; Carlos. "D-Duck?" She asked forcefully, her eyes filled with both fear and rage.

"Duck? Clem you need to-"

She growled in frustration pushing the older man back. She couldn't tell what he said but she knew he was about to feed her some bullshit, she was sick of falling in line, tired of "obeying" she had ran out of patience. "W-Where!?" She didn't care if she was loud, she didn't care if she woke up the entire damn camp, she needed to find Duck and she would by any means necessary.

WEEKS BEFORE

"You should be doing this, not me."  Christa  said  with  a  stern  voice.  Surely  if  Clem  would  have  heard  it  would  have  caused  her  to  flinch  a  bit.

Christa was in one of her moods, more often than not something Clem had did or said triggered her. After the death of Omid, she hadn't been the same only to then loose her baby soon after. Clem remembers that day, it was hard to forget, the sheer panic on Duck's face along with the look of terror on Christa's as a pool of blood leaked between her legs. They were only children, they hadn't the faintest idea what to do in that situation.

They tried, but the baby still died.  Clem held the still born in shock completely missing the panicked screams of the child's mother.

Clementine sat on a old log, next to Duck who was rubbing his hands together to stay warm. The boy was thirteen now, Clem eleven. His hair had grown out, way longer than it was when they first met. He often joked about how much his hair made him look emo, but Clem had no idea what he meant by that.

She liked his hair though, it was long but not too long, went a little past his eyes, but he made sure to keep it up. It was a dark brown, almost black looking and straight, the complete opposite of Clem's hair herself. 

She raised her arms up using them to wrap around herself as a strong breeze hit her from the side. Both kids shivered, Christa noticed.

"You think this is cold? Wait until we get to Wellington."  She  said  again  with  the  same  bite  behind  her  words.

Clem looked over at Duck silently asking what Christa had said. It annoyed Clem to no end that Christa refused to open her mouth wide enough for her to understand what she was saying. She had a tendency to speak to Clem while not looking at her, it made the girl believe she didn't care to even try to help her communicate, not like Lee did, not like Duck. Plus the only time she did make any attempt to look at Clem it was usually to reprimand her for whatever reason.