Fruity [Walking Dead/Cry fan fiction]

Chapter Two

Apple had me change out of my clothes and gave me an extra sweater of hers and some shorts. Both the sweater and the shorts were way too big, and I had to keep pulling up the shorts and rolling up the sweater sleeves. It was annoying, but I was somewhat glad to get out if those gross clothes.

"I like your hat," the man with blonde hair commented. I smiled shyly and said "Thank you," reaching up to secure my hat. It was a simple hat, with the basic baseball cap format. It was purple with white on the front and a D on the white part of the hat. My father had given it to me a when I was younger.

It was dark out, getting late. Apple was trying to quickly cook something and put out their fire so they wouldn't draw any attention to the group, so she wasn't paying attention to anyone really. I was sitting in the field next to the hidden door that lead to the room I had woken up in and the man with blonde hair was sitting a few feet away from me.

He reached out his hand, which was pale and boney, and said, "I'm Calvin, I don't think we were properly introduced."

I rolled up the gray sweater sleeve and shook Calvin's hand. "I am Clementine."

"Wow, pretty name."

I blushed. Everyone says that. I felt sad as I thought back to Katjaa... She had liked my name too. "Thank you," I said again.

"When Alex had brought you back here she found a gun on you," Calvin said. "Do you shoot a lot?"

A memory flashed in my head. Back on the train when we were heading here to Savannah, Lee was teaching me how to shoot because Chuck said it would be a good idea. Then another memory; Lee, just before he was turning, had told me not to shoot him to keep him from being a walker. "Shooting things... it changes you, sweetie. I don't want you to get used to it."

"Just starting to learn," I told Calvin. I had to talk softly or my voice would have cracked. My throat was burning again.

Calvin nodded, impressed. "Who is teaching you?"

"Uh," I stalled, not wanting to talk about Lee or Chuck.

"Wait, she can shoot a gun?" the blonde woman demanded. She was leaning against a slim tree. "Are you kidding me? She's just a kid! I never knew how to shoot a gun until--"

"Until the dead started to get up and eat everything?" Apple came back holding something. She gave the woman a look. "From the sound of it, neither did Clementine."

The woman gave Apple a dirty look before looking the other way.

Apple smiled at me and said, "You will have to excuse Erica, she..." Apple had trouble coming up with the right word. "Well, she's just a bitch."

I was taken aback by Apple's language, and Erica was quick to jump on the opportunity to call Apple out for it. 

"Hey, little miss 'perfect shot,' watch what you say around the youngster!" Erica snarled.

Apple grimaced and turned toward me. "I'm sorry Clementine, I'm not used to little kids being around."

"How old are you?" Calvin asked.

"I'm nine," I replied.

Apple took a knife out of her pocket and cut a chunk of what she was holding and gave it to Calvin. She then chopped off another chunk, roughly the same size, and gave it to me. When I grabbed it I examined it. It was food. Cooked meat. I bit into it, my  hunger becoming more noticeable. 

Apple cut the rest in half and tossed some to Erica, who just barely caught it and glared at Apple. Apple sat down next to Calvin and bit into her food before saying, "I actually learned how to start shooting when I was eleven. My dad taught me. I can continue teaching you if you need help," Apple offered.