Stranded Souls (TWDG Clementine x Male Reader)

[S4 EP5] Vultures

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Current Day, 3rd POV

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"So we are lost?" Amelia asked Y/N.

"I didn't say that," He responded.

"But you said you didn't know where we were," She said. "That means we are lost,"

"We're still in the forest," He said. "That has to mean we are in the same area, so we aren't far from where we need to be,"

The two managed to put some distance between them and the walkers. They were still being chased but had time to take a break.

"You froze up back there," He looked down at her, his face full of worry. "You alright?"

"There were too many," She said. "I know, I need to be better but for my first time being in a situation like that there was a lot,"

"Anyone would freak out," He said. "My first time encountering them I was younger than you, but I had a similar reaction,"

"I'm sorry," She said.

"Don't apologize," He responded as he stopped walking. "You were doing good. They just caught us by surprise is all,"

"Do you think Lenny is alright?" She asked. "I hope they all make it to Elysian,"

"You mean Kenny?" He asked while laughing. "But yeah, I think he'll be fine. They're all survivors, we all are."

"How long have you known them?" She asked.

"Very long," He said. "Me and Clem have basically raised AJ,"

She smiled, looking away from him as she began walking again. "Do you think we'll find anything out here?"

"I fuckin' hope so," He groaned. "I'm hungry,"

"Maybe we'll find a cabin," She said. "This feels like a cabin-ish area,"

"Didn't know I was talking to a forest expert," He smirked. "Tell me, wise one, what else will we see out here?"

"You're pissing me off," She said, walking further from him.

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After a while of searching, they came across a cabin. It was old and ruined, but a lit campfire outside it.

"Someone used to live here," She said.

"Someone might be living here," He corrected. He pulled out his pistol, handing it to her. "Remember what to do?"

She gingerly took it. "Yeah,"

"Don't be afraid to use it," He said, pulling out his knife. "Watch your step, and don't leave my side,"

Approaching the cabin, they both noticed the window to the right of it was gone. Shards of glass lay in front of it, some of them having specks of blood.

The two crept up to the door, Amelia standing behind the boy. He reached for the door handle, slowly pushing it open-

"What the fuck!" Amelia nearly vomited as whatever smell that was trapped in the house flooded her nostrils.

"Fuck," He gagged, covering his nose. 

It smelled like something worse than death was in there. It was dark, but there was a visible blood trail on the floor starting at the door and went on into one of the nearest rooms.