You're Alive

Chapter Four

   I tied up the trespasser in a chair and blindfolded him. Kind of like those detective scenes. His clothes were torn and had several cuts and bruises on him. I sat in a chair in front of him, my pistol in my hand.
   "Alright, answer my questions, if you don't," I patted my gun. "I have a little friend you don't wanna meet." He tensed and I cleared my throat, "First question, did you know a man name Carver?"
   He looked up at me, "I don't know a Carver." I glared at him, trying to watch his movements. He didn't tense at the name, so I guess he really didn't know.
   "Next question, did you have a group?" He tensed at that question. I smirked, hoping I finally got an answer. "Yes... I don't want to talk about them..." He said in a small voice, full of grief.
   I patted my gun loudly, "Speak." I commanded. He looked up at me, blindfolded, "No." He said. I glared at him, "Speak. Now." I snapped. He shook his head, "I refuse. I have that right. The First Ammendment."
   Who remembers that? At this time? I growled, "Fine. Are you from Savannah?" He hesitated, "No." I raised an eyebrow, "Then where are you from?" "... Macon." I tensed, but shrugged it off, "Alright... Where's your family then?"
   "Dead." He flat-out said. I bit my lip, I knew how he felt. "Back to the other question. Who was your group?" I asked, starting to become impatient. "I said I don't want to talk about it." He growled.
   I was about to slap him, but I saw his wrist and grabbed it. "You're bitten!" I exclaimed, dropping his wrist and backed away, holding my pistol tighter.
   "No I'm not! That was an old bite! I'm not infected!" He yelled. Old bite? "I got that from saving my girl!" He exclaimed. Wet spots were appearing on the blindfold. He's crying? This girl must of been important to him.
   His voice cracked as he spoke, "I lost my little girl in the apocalypse. I'm just looking for her, or someone who knew her." He explained.
   "What was the name of your girl?" I asked. He wept and spoke in a small voice, ".... Clementine." What?! "Who was she?" I asked, putting the pieces together.
   "S-She was a first grader I met in her treehouse. Her parents became walkers and so was her babysitter. She was like my daughter. I loved her like she was my child." He explained.
   I put the pistol on the chair, falling to my knees in front of his chair. About to ask the final question, "What is your full name?"
   "Lee Everett." He answered. I shook and started crying. I got up and wrapped my arms around the man, "L-Lee... You're... Alive."
   I took off the blindfold and looked into his eyes. Lee looked exactly like how he was years ago, like he never aged. He looked at me, "Why did you hug me?" He asked, confused, but tense.
   "It's me, Lee! Clemetine!" I said through the tears. I untied him and hugged him. He didn't hug back, but pushed me away. "No, you can't be. My Clementine is a first-grader." He said.
   Did time change at all to him? "I can prove it to you!" I exclaimed. I ran to the closet and pulled out a shoe box. I opened it quickly and removed the tissue paper.
   I pulled out the special item and showed him, putting it on. He looked at me and started crying, "Clemy?" I nodded, "Yes, Lee. It's me."