We Continue On

Attacked (All That Remains)

The sun was just setting in the horizon as Lee, Clementine, and Omid had decided to stop for the night. It was rather chilly, and Genevieve was beginning to get fussy. Months had passed since the death of Christa, and the group had no idea where they were. Of course, they were still heading to Wellington, but they had no idea how close or far they were. Winter was dead ahead of them, and that worried Lee the most. How would they survive with nowhere to go?

"I'll try to get a fire started," Lee broke the silence.

Clementine only nodded, and then looked over at Omid, waiting for him to respond. But he didn't. He was often quiet these days, well, ever since Christa had passed. Clementine knew that he wasn't the same man from when they first met him; he was more serious, and hardened now. And way protective over baby Genevieve, never letting the little one out of his sight. She was bigger now, but not by much, especially since she wasn't eating how a normal baby her age should be.

"Are you okay, Omid?" Clem inquired gently.

He shrugged, not even bothering to look up.

Clementine watched as Lee attempted to get the fire going, but tonight, it wasn't going so well. It had rained some hours earlier, and the thunder that could be heard moments later confirmed that it would probably rain again shortly.

They had been lucky to catch a weasel, and Lee was trying to get the wood to burn so that it could cook.

Clementine turned and glanced at Omid, who was just staring straight ahead, clutching Genevieve as if she would disappear at any moment. She was a little over a year old now, and she was still unaware of what was really going on, playing with Omid's shirt like a toy.

"Omid, talk to us," Clem nearly pleaded.

Omid squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a moment. He was probably thinking about Christa, something that he most likely did all the time. He only glanced at her before placing Genevieve down, allowing her to toddle around, and decided to help Lee with the fire.

"It's not working," Omid pointed out slowly, glancing over at his daughter as he knelt by the fire. "Lee, I think the wood's too wet to burn."

"You're probably right," Lee replied.

"There's more smoke than flame," Omid said lifelessly.

"What else can we do?" Clementine asked, hopefully.

"Find something that will burn?" Omid added.

"It's getting dark, though," Lee pointed out. "And it's about to rain."

"I don't know, then," Omid shrugged.

Lee sighed. "Looks like we'll be waiting to eat, then."

Clementine wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm freezing."

"I'm sorry, Clem," Lee told her. "I wish I had something for you. Damned if it doesn't get colder."

"Wait until we get up to Wellington, then talk to me about cold," Omid added. "This'll turn to snow soon enough. It won't be easy."

"Is it safe there?" Clementine questioned.

"It should be. Safer than here, at least," Lee tried to assure her.

Omid was quiet for a moment, and then walked over to Genevieve and picked her up. "I'm gonna go look for more wood, guys," he said. "You mind keeping the fire lit until I get back?"

"Sure thing," Lee answered. "Uh, you want me to take the baby?"

"No, I've got her," Omid told him, shaking his head. "Thanks, though." And with that, he walked off, carrying Genevieve.