One year later...
I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. I had cut it yesterday, wanting to keep it short. It was Lee who had told me to cut my hair in the first place, all those years ago. Said that keeping it long was a danger, that a walker could grab it.
Lee...
I missed him. I missed Kenny. I missed them all...
Why did everyone who was with me have to die? Every group, every person...dead. All except AJ. I didn't understand. It wasn't fair.
I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder, picked up AJ and began walking on the long, bleak road that stretched out infront of me. It was a miserable day, dark clouds smothered the skies, emmiting heavy rain. It didn't bother me though, after all it was only rain. Right now it was the least of my worries.
A moan. I stiffened, spinning around. Two walkers, both male by the looks of it, although it was difficult to tell, their decayed faces and twisted bodies hardly making them seem human.
I got out my knife, lowered AJ into the grass, and without a moments hesitation plunged the blade into the first walker head. It collapsed onto the road, thick dark blood pooling around it. I turned, and saw the second walker lurching towards me. I kicked it in the knees, and as it fell, brought the knife down into its skull.
I wiped my knife in the grass, scooped up AJ and continued along the road, breathing heavily.
Jane had taught me the knee thing more than a year back. I thought about what might have happened to her. After she left AJ in a car to make a point, I'd left, telling her not to follow me. In my head, I blamed her for Kenny's death. If she hadn't angered him, they wouldn't have started fighting and...
I shook my head furiously, trying to block out the images that were forcing their way into my head. There was no point thinking about things now. That all happened in the past.
It was time to start thinking about the future...
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One year later
FanfictionOne year after Kenny's death, and Clementine's still alive. With AJ to look after as well as herself, things aren't exactly easy. Jump another year and she's finding friends, finding hope, a hope she thought she'd lost many years before. The hope t...