Three Orphan Pilgrimage (The Alternative to TWDG's Final Season) [Walking Dead]

112. Duplicity

"Let me go!" shouted Clementine as she was forced forward.

"Shut up!" barked Margo as she shoved Clem through a door. Clem felt her stomach drop as she could see a row of steel bars stretching from one side of the room to the other; this was a jail.

"No!" yelled Clem as her knees started trembling. "Please! I'm sorry!" Clem stumbled and felt a horrible pain shooting through her wrists as Margo dragged her across the floor.

"Get in there!" Clem yelped as her shoulder banged against the hard concrete. She struggled to roll on her back, her wrists still aching as she looked up just in time to see Margo slam the cell door shut. There was a loud bang followed by a sickening click that sent a chill up Clem's spine. "What... what are you gonna do to me?" Margo didn't answer, she only glared at Clem for a few seconds before marching out of the room.

Clem was too afraid to move. She remained still and tried to slow her breathing so she could hear if anyone was coming. There was only silence and a faint aroma of mold. Squirming against her restraints, Clem felt metal pinching at her skin; she was in handcuffs, yet again. Dust started irritating her nose so she tried to stand up. Just as she thought she found her footing she started tilting and slammed shoulder-first into the bars.

"Ow! Damnit!"

"Uh... is it dinner time already?" Clem turned her head and was shocked to see there was someone in the cell next to hers. It was a bearded, thin man in a dark overcoat. He sat up on the bed and looked over at Clem. "Well... isn't this unexpected?" He flashed a crooked smile that made Clem feel uneasy. His eyes were different colors, one was a sickly green and the other muddy brown. Clem shuddered as she felt his gaze upon her.

"Why do people always get so quiet when they first see me?" pondered the man. "Is there something on my face?"

"Your eyes, you have heto... what was it called?" said Clem as she tried to remember the word. "Your eyes are different colors from each other."

"Are they?" he asked with a curious look. "I never noticed that." Clem just stared at the mystery man in disbelief. "But then, I don't like talking about myself. Let's talk about you; you seem to be in a bit of trouble."

His casual tone just made Clem feel worse. She pulled against her cuffs a couple of times, confirming they were on tightly. She looked over at the man in desperation. "What are they going to do to us?"

"Well I know what they're going to do to me," said the man as he laid back down. "You however, well..."

"Are... are they going to kill me?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.

"It's one possibility."

Clem felt like throwing up. Her entire body began to shudder as two words kept bouncing around in her mind. "One possibility?"

"One," he repeated without looking up.

"What's another?" asked Clem as a swell of panic washed over her. "Are they gonna force me to do whatever they want? Make me a... a slave?"

"That's also a possibility."

"And if I don't are... are they... are they going to torture me?"

"It's possible."

"How... how would they do it?" asked Clem between panicked breaths. "Would they starve me?"

"Possible."

"Whip me?"

"Possible."

"Force Sarah to watch and... Omid." Clem looked over at the man. He had turned his head and was looking right at Clem now.