The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 148 - The Lost and Found Box

Woman: please please please.

She grovels in front of you as you hold up a ruger at her.

Your hands are shaking.

This woman is begging for a her life from a 12 year old.

Joe: take the shot.

You sigh and starts squeezing the trigger. Your body won't let you.

You: I can't.

Joe: I just watched you blow a hole through her boyfriends face. Why not?

Anna: cause she ain't fighting him.

Anna sympathises.

Anna: come on joe, he's 12. You know fighting and executing are different things.

Joe: yeah, executions are easier. They aren't fighting back.

Woman: I promise, I'll go away. I'll never come back!

Joe: she'll just run off and kill more people Y/N, that's blood on your hands.

You continue to just stare at the woman as she weeps into the floor.

Jade: boy, joe... you really picked a whiney bitch for the kid to execute.

Joe: shut up. Prepares his for more. First is always the hardest.

Joe paces around behind you.

Joe: blowing a fucking hole. In her fucking head. Right now.

Alex: come on kid, just get it over with, and we can leave.

Tom: don't rush him, it's an unarmed woman.

Alex: she got 2 fists. I've seen more unarmed.

Tom: how can you be more unarmed than just fists.

Alex he only had one hand.

Joe chuckles to himself and Anna rolls her eyes.

Jade: do you 2 ever shut the fuck up.

Both: no.

You're getting overwhelmed by the situation and everyone talking.

Anna: Y/N, I know it seems hard, but if she was stood where you are and you were kneeling, you'd have been shot 5 minutes ago.

Woman: that's not true, please, please, please.

Joe: kid listen to me. What is she?

You: a woman.

Joe: no she ain't, she a raider. Raiders don't have genders. They don't have beliefs. They don't have religions. They don't have friends. They don't have family. They don't have humanity. They ain't human. They're monsters.

You: ok, a raider.

Joe: and what is the definition of a raider?

You: someone who takes other people stuff to survive.

Joe: right. Thieves. Rapists. Murderers. And she a raider. You're sat here hesitating to kill you and she's probably killed a small family for a can of beans before.

Woman: I'm not please please please.

Joe: you were shooting at us. And you wailed when our boy here put a bullet in your piece of shit boyfriend. So you're either a raider or someone who lets other people steal and kill from the innocent and then reap all the reward. I honestly don't know which ones worse.