You stretch as you open your eyes. You're immediately blinded by the light from the Sun shining through the window.
Clem: Finally, I was about to wake you up.
You: Finally? The Sun is just coming up.
Clem: Time is precious. Especially when we have stuff to do.
You: Guess you're right.
You stand up and pace around to get yourself ready.
Clem: I noticed you have a nasty scar on your hand.
You look down at your right and see the scarred flesh.
You: This?
You hold it up in the air towards her. She nods her head.
Clem: What happened?
You: I was being whipped with an awful whip. It had sharp glass and rocks lining it. I grabbed to take it away from the man whipping me. He tried to pull it away from me and it moved a little, but it was already stuck in my hand.
Clem: Why would they do that?
You: I killed two of their people. Sure, they had it coming, but I did do it.
Clem: What happened after you got the whip?
You start to fiddle with your hand awkwardly and look away from her.
You: I ran away.
Clem notices the way you're acting.
Clem: Yeah? Sounds like a lie to me.
You look up at her.
You: Don't know what you're talking about.
Clem: You killed him.
You look away again and slightly nod.
Clem: It's not like you haven't killed before.
You: I don't have to like it.
Clem: It was one guy. He was whipping you. You did what you had to.
You: There were twenty-three of them.
Clem: What?
You: There were twenty-three people there. I killed them all. They were out for justice because I killed some of their loved ones. I deserved it, but instead I killed them all.
Clem: You killed twenty-three people? By yourself?
You: Yeah.
There is a minute of silence with you still pacing around the room. It was a painful silence that tore through you. She thinks you're a monster.
Clem: I lost a finger.
Realizing how awful the silence was she change the subject.
You: Yeah, I saw that. I just didn't want to say anything.
Clem: It happened a while ago when it was just me and AJ. I got it caught in a car door.
You: How'd you manage that?
Clem: A Walker shut it on me.
You: Yikes.
Clem: Opened it and my finger was broken really bad. I had to cut it off.
You: Oh gosh. You'd think you would have a cooler story of losing your finger in the apocalypse.
Clem: What? I thought that was pretty cool.
You: You lost your finger to a car door.
Clem: Ok, I bet you have a scar on your body that doesn't have a cool story.
You: Don't think so.
Clem: Then tell me about another one of your scars.
You: Umm... I have one on both sides of my left shoulder. Took an arrow through it. The guy was kind of jerk.
Clem: Fine you win.
You: Yes! On second thought. I don't think that's winning.
Clem: You have stories to tell.
You: Awful ones about death and destruction.
Clem: People like those kinds of stories.
You: I don't.
Clem: Well, if it helps you've kind of helped me forget about everything.
You: I'm here to help. Tell me if you need any other stories. I have scars for days.
Clem: My stories might not all be amazing like you want them to be, but I have some with cool stories.
You: You'll have to tell them, but I need to start looking around. We need to be out of here by the end of the day.
Clem: Good luck. Watch the stairs on your way out.
You: Alright.
You say in an annoyed tone. She laughs at you.
You move the bookcase, that was blocking the door, out of your way and shut the door behind you.
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You walk into another house and search every room and floor looking for anything useful, but the place has already been picked dry.
You: Come on!
Your stomach growls because youre going onto your third day without food. Your body definitely feels it, but you're used to it and push through. You walk out of the home and onto the next one. As you're crossing the road something in front of the house catches your eye.
You approach the house and see a small circle of ashes and burnt logs. You reach down and hover your hand over it. The warmth tickles your hand.
You: Fresh. They've been here.
You quickly look through the rest of the houses and look for anything else that might help you find where they went, but you can't find anything.
You: No food, or water today. That's awful.
You walk back to the house you left Clem in and avoid any Walkers you see, trying to conserve as much energy as possible.
As you near the house you see the front door open.
You: Did I leave that open? Shit, my bad.
You walk up to it and into the house, making sure you shut the door behind you.
You: Clem! I think I might have found something!
She doesn't respond.
You: Must be asleep.
You walk up the stairs and peak through the door.
You: Clem?
You look at the bed and don't see her.
You: Clem?
You say in a scared and worried tone. You quickly move into the room and check the side of the bed to make sure she didn't fall of the side of it. She's not there, but her hat lays upside down on the ground.
You pick it up and turn it in your hand.
You: No Shit!
You hear footsteps behind you, and you shoot up to meet them. As soon as you turn around, you're met with a hard blow to the head with the butt of a rifle.
Unknown: This guys a tough son of a bitch.
You stumble around as your senses are knocked for a loop. You grab anything you can, trying to stabilize yourself.
Unknown: What's the matter? Hurt or somethin?
He hits you again and you can't keep yourself conscious. You fall to the ground as everything around you goes black.
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Grant: Get up!
You: What the hell?
You open your eyes to see Grant standing in front of you covered in blood.
Grant: Come on. You can't let these chumps get you down.
You: I've gone crazy.
Grant: Definitely.
You: You know what happened?
Grant: You got knocked out. How would I know anymore?
You: I don't know.
Eri: Y/N.
You turn to see you little sister covered in blood as well. She's skinny from starving just like you remember. You feel like you should be crying, but you can't.
Eri: You know she's going to need you, right?
She talks too well for a five-year-old. Probably because you created her in your head.
Eri: Exactly.
You: Great. You hear my thoughts.
Eri: Well, we are in your thoughts.
You: Doesn't matter.
Eri: You need to wake up. Clementine needs you.
You: I don't know what's going on.
Eri: Guess we'll have to find out.
Grant: Sounds like fun!
You: It really doesn't.
Grant: Come on. We get to kill some people!
You: That is the really far from fun.
Grant: Just get up.
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You wake up to find you jacket and shirt ripped off you, revealing your extensive number of scars. Your wrists are wrapped with chains attached to the ceiling and buckets sit above you tipped like they're about to pour something down on you.
Your head is killing you as you scan the room for anything that will help you escape.
Unknown: Y/N! It's been awhile.
You look to the door to see someone walking into the room. They look familiar, but you can't recall.
You: Who are you?
Unknown: Someone you've made very angry.