The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 125 - battle assessments

You sit on a chair next to clems bed as she lays with here eyes shut. Her breathing is weak and she looks pale as she has lost a massive amount of blood.

Your leg is bouncing up and down nervously as you sit staring at her hoping for something to change.

You look at your hands that are covered in blood from where you had removed the bullets. One was buried deep in but the other two didn't go in far enough to cause any lasting damage but enough to tear deep enough in to need a few stitches.

You cup her little hand in between both of yours and bring it up to your forehead trying to stay calm.

You look at the plate where the bullets lay in a pool of blood in the centre of it.

With a heavy sigh you feel a hand rest on your shoulder.

You look up at Erin who gives you a sympathetic smile.

She had helped you patching up clem while some of the others were helping the others.

Like ruby.

Actually the last time you saw ruby she was in a bigger state than you are.

Aasim was one of the others that got hit. You don't know how severe it is.

Erin: I've stitched your arm and dressed it.

You look at your arm where the bullet had grazed you and you can see the bandage taped over it with a very light tint of red on it.

You: thanks Erin...

Erin: I'll leave you... to your thoughts.

She says as she steps away and walks out of the room.

You turn back to clem.

The sun is rising and the orange tint of the sky shines in clems face making it look warm once again which helps you calm down.

Max: we killed a lot of people last night.

You: you don't think I know that.

Max: they'll be back for blood now.

You: I know...

Max: what's all this waiting around. We are waiting around to die. We have half the man power now and they know our defences. They aren't going to turn and run now because they don't want to feel like their friends died for nothing. They want our supplies as if it's Aztec gold now. So why don't we go on the offensive for once. You've went on the offensive twice. And both times were a massive success. Both involved a bomb. The base and the boat. So if you take Finley or go alone you could take out their entire camp before they have chance to recover.

You: if I hunt them down I'm no different or no better than them.

Max: swallow your pride for once you prick. I'd rather be alive and a slightly worse person even though they had already shown aggression and hurt clem, then be dead all together. And get off your god damn high horse. You act so superior when you're the one with a flesh eating personality disorder.

He does offer a compelling case.

You: if I say I'll think about it will you shut up.

Max: probably not.

You smile at his joke weakly. As strange as he is he does make you laugh sometimes.

You continue to watch clem as you focus on her breathing. As you do this you realise you haven't slept at all and the fading adrenaline has made you more sleepy than usual.