The Broken But Strong

Walkers, Whisperers, Winter Oh Dear

(Violet's Pov)

I give a slide glance to Clementine as she was looking around the cage. I wanted to say something but what could I say in a situation like this. I mean I couldn't say anything with these whisperers next to us. I fucked up. If I didn't have that stupid panic attack or whatever we would have been fine, we would have been with the others. I tighten my injured hand and I shake my head as I place my head to my knees.

The Whisperers would talk amongst themselves and it was hard for me to hear a single word. I turn my head a bit to look to Clementine as she was looking to the one on the horse. She then looked to me and I take a breath. The bumps and jolts of the caged cart was all we had going for us. To many people to try and escape, even without guns we couldn't take them.

I closed my eyes for a bit and take another breath before I look to the Walkers as we passed them. How come they weren't trying to get to the cage? Did we still smell like Walkers? I Look to my bloody clothes and then I look to Clementine who also was looking at her clothes.

"We still smell like Walkers hu?" I whisper and then someone hit the cage.

"Stop talking." They Whisperer says and I look to them. The person next to them looked to the Whisperer and placed their hand on their shoulder as they kept walking. The one who hit the cage was taken to the front and the other walked next to us.

"He's an idiot, sorry." They whisper and I nod.

"What's going on?" Clem asked but she didn't look to the Whisperer.

"We are taking you to our camp, well more of our community." They tell us.

"Why though?" I asked.

"We need help, more people." They tell us.

"We killed a bunch of raiders so we didn't have to deal with this." I tell them.

"We heard."

"How?" Clem asked.

"Word travels fast, especially about you." They tells us and I look to Clem.

"We had an old member talk about a girl with the baseball cap, and a raider that lived told us the same thing." They tell us.

"Old member? James?" Clementine asked and the whisperer looked to us.

"No." They tell us and I tried to think of any other whisperer but couldn't think of one. The girl we met didn't know Clem that well, and she never mentioned knowing the whisperer girl.

"Who?" Clementine asked but no response. We weren't going to get anymore from them and I rubbed the back of my neck and looked to Clementine as she looked to be thinking. We finally get to a camp after what was hours in the cage. They stopped and then opened the back grabbing Clem and I and took us to a tent. When we are seated, I looked around.

"I told you, not to take peo-... Clementine." I hear and look to see a man with a beard and what looked to be armor.

"Jesus? Or Paul?" Clementine asked and the man smiled.

"Jesus, and who is this?" The man asked.

"I'd be happy to answer once we are untied." Clementine says and he nods as he comes over to us.

"What are you-."

"They are friends, drop it." Jesus says and he finished untying us and I rubbed my wrists a bit. I look over to Clementine as she did the same and I look to her wrists a bit. They were rubbed a bit raw but not too badly.

"This is Violet, now explain why this shit is happening." She tells him and he sighed.

"We needed more people to help us but it seems a group took matters in their own hands making it a difficult process." He explained.