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The bandits, or.. Whoever they were was wearing dark clothing and hats.

"Who the FUCK was that?!" The one said as he took his gun slightly away from Christas head.

"I did it lee!" Clem yelled.

"I heard you!" He and one of his other bandit pansies came running over towards the two tiny bushes with rotten blueberries on it. Damn not even blueberries.

My instincts kicked in for Clementine. I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her as she looks behind me and wrapped her legs around my hips.

"Christa!" She cried out.

"Get them." The man said.

I'm running as fast as I can this terrain in harsh. It's cold and wet. Rocks and grass is slippery.

"Alright Clem, I need you to keep a look out behind us alright, if one gets close, you tell me okay?"

"O..okay!"

"Don't be nervous Clem we will be alright."
I continued to run. Taking quick twists and turns only to go closer to a bandit. Clementine hasn't said anything yet, but she's been silently sulking on my shirt, and shivering. I assume she's cold and quickly sneek over behind a rock.

I set her down and wipe her tears.
"It's alright Clem.."

"She.. Christa.."

"I know sweetpea. I'm sure she got away."

She looked up at me. "Lee...?"

"Yes?"

"Can I wear your jacket.." She whispered hesitantly as though she suspected Id say no.

"Of course." I took it off quickly and put it on for Clem as I buttoned it up for her, she whispered in my ear. "Thank you Lee."

"Your welcome. Now we have to go."

"Okay."

I picked we up again as I stated to sprint into the woods, I can't hear much so I think we are going the right way but who knows.. I hope I am.

We keep going for maybe 15 minuites, only a few tiny run ins with the bandits.

"Lee! Only a coming up behind us...! He's close."

I run faster than ever. Maybe for a block I run, but then I trip on a branch connected to a large tree. I slide trying to protect clementines head, but as I do that I forget about myself in the moment. I bang my head against a large rock near a cliff.

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