We'll Meet Again (Clementine x Fem!reader)

I'm a better doctor

"Your shed is shit and it fucking sucks!"

Y/N POV

I look around the dark shed, I can't see. The shed is not that cold yet it's not warm, I cling to my bloodied arm in order to calm myself and slow the bleeding. Unfortunately, it doesn't work as I start to panic and look around, my eyes slowly adjusting.

Y/N: "You're gonna be fine, y/n/n. You're alone..." I hesitate, "that's worst."

I sigh slightly and search around the shed to find anything useful that can help me. I need to stitch my arm; sorry Sam, but fuck you. Walking to the back corner of the shed and I spot a toolbox on the floor settled down in front of a boarded hole in the wall. Maybe I can kick that open, but I need a hammer. I kneel down and open the toolbox, finding a pocketknife and... a roll of fishing lines. Hopefully I won't be needing this.

With my luck I hear the droplets of rain hitting on the roof of the shed, hard.

Y/N: "Fuck," I groan in annoyance.

I look around once more and see a foldable table leaning against the wall. I look up to the shelf above and spot a hammer, bingo. I unfold the table and carefully stand on it, balancing and reaching for the hammer. Luckily, I can reach it without much pain as God gifted me a nice height. I walk back over to the boarded hole, ripping the plank off and kicking it open, then proceeding to crawl though.

It's already dark and the rain is not helping my situation at all. I look at the house and it looks like a fucking beacon with all its lights. I don't care much about the nearby walkers as I sprint towards the front porch of the house, walking up the steps and overhearing an argument... between Rebecca and that older urban man.

Rebecca: "It means me feel like a fucking idiot when we're not on the same page."

Damn, how are these people tolerating her?

???: "We are on the same page!" He defends himself.

Rebecca: "Not out there you weren't! Not about the girl! Or those kids! I saw you get soft, Alvin!" Hm, because he's human...

Alvin "What do you want me to do, Bec? Put a bullet in her?"

Rebecca: "I want you to think about our family first!"

Alvin "That's all I think about. So don't give me any shit," Damn right.

Rebecca: "I need some air."

I hear the door inside closed and the man sigh. She's a bitch. As much as I trust the sympathy of this Alvin, I refuse to ask him for help. I check the rest of the windows and, of course, they're locked so I go back down to the surrounding areas of the porch, finding another boarding hole in the front.

The hammer can do the job so I rip the nails off the plank and crawl through the space, leading me to under the house. Crawling through the rest of the open area, I overhear voices and follow them to a... trapdoor of some sort.

Carlos: "House meeting in five minutes."

Alvin: "That's... that's great."

Carlos: "It won't take long. There's a few things we need to discuss."

Alvin: "Fine. But where's the other two? The kids?"