What's Luke gonna think? He told me he didn't want me to kill her. I look at her lifeless body. I feel myself get cold and I feel guilty.
Where is Luke?
I walk down stairs and see a knife next to the torn rope that had her hands tied back.
I walk into Luke's room and see him laying in a pool of blood.
"What the hell?!" I gasp.
I run over to Luke's body, he grunts in pain. I see a stab wound that goes in through his side and out the other. It's in the same place I was shot.
"What happened!?" I panic.
"Agh, she stabbed me." he pants.
"What?! Allison!?" I ask.
"Yeah, she said she was goin' for you. Seems like you got her though." he says cringing his face in pain.
"Just- just hold on." I say placing my hands out in front of me.
I'm shocked. I begin to shake in fear of his life. I sprint into the kitchen and scramble the drawers in search of the first aid kit.
I run back to Luke's room and quickly grab the bandages. I lift up his shirt and wrap the bandages around his waist just as he did for me.
"Thank you Clem. Agh!" he seethes.
"You're gonna be okay." I say trying to remain calm.
"She got me with my own machete." he says.
"She was about to kill me but... I killed her. And I'm not proud of it." I admit.
"How? If you didn't destroy her brain were gonna have a walker to deal with soon." He says worrisome.
"I did, I shot her right in the head." I say.
"Is she still up there?" He asks.
"Yeah..." I say.
"We're gonna have to get rid of it." he says flatly.
I look down at Luke's wound. Silence fills the room.
-
It's been a few hours and Luke is able to get up.
"We gotta bury her." Luke says.
"You're not strong enough yet. I'll take care of it." I say.
"Thanks Clem." he says with kind eyes.
I head upstairs and drag her body back down with me. This is disgusting.
I open the front door and walk into the street.
A streak of blood follows where her body was dragged.
I set her body down on the street and look for walkers.
I see a few straying around.
"Hey! Hey! Over here!" I shout clapping my hands trying to attract them.
They begin to limp towards me. I run back into the house and watch them find Allison's body.
They tear through her flesh eating her insides. It's gross but I feel kinda good that I did this. She deserved this fate.
Then it hit me. What is wrong with me? What have I become? What I just did was so wrong. I don't understand why I've become this way.
I look out the window and feel nothing but guilt.
"What did I do..." I whisper.
I walk into my room and lay on the bed. I need to be alone and think to myself for a while.
-
It's been all day and I remain in the bed.
"Clem?" I hear Luke say from upstairs. He's been up there to take care of AJ.
"Yeah?" I say back.
"Come here." he says.
I get up and walk upstairs.
"Whats wrong?" I ask.
"I just wanted to check on you. I can't really get up and move around just yet." he gives me an innocent smile.
"I'm fine." I lie.
"No you're not. Somethings bothering you." He says looking me in the eye.
"You'll be mad at me." I say breaking eye contact from him.
"What did you do?" He asks sternly.
"I didn't bury Allison... I did something way worse." I confess.
He doesn't say a word. He just glares at me waiting for me to just say it.
"I left her body outside to the walkers." I say.
"Clem why!?" He asks.
"I'm sorry I didn't do what you said. I was mad, at the time I thought she deserved it." I say.
"That's a really stupid thing to have done!" He shouts.
"I know! I'm sorry." I hang my head low, upset with myself for what I did.
"You could've gotten killed. That's what I'm mad about." He says.
"I'm really sorry." I say sincerely.
"It's okay, just please don't do anything like that again. I don't want you getting hurt." he says in a fatherly manner.
It was weird how he's been treating me more like his child then a little sister. He was treating me how Lee did.
Weird.
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Alone Again - TWDG/TWD
FanfictionClementine, a 12 year old girl alone in the apocalypse who has to fend for herself and a baby. She will face many challenges on her journey to Wellington. Clementine will encounter many problems along the way. Walkers are one thing but people are a...