Walking Dead Game Collection

"Slip Of The Finger pt. 2"

Title: Slip Of The Finger pt. 2
Characters: Clementine, Luke, Nick, Kenny, Matthew, Carlos
Summary: A sequel to Slip Of The Finger. Some time has passed since Nick shot Clementine by accident, and she's well recovered. Upon reaching the ski lodge where Kenny is, Kenny is determined to take Clementine and make the rest leave. After Kenny finds out that Nick shot Clementine and locked her in a shed, his anger worsens. Then, Clementine needs to make a choice; the people that saved her life, or those who had tried long ago.
Author's Note: Slip Of The Finger is literally one of my most well known fics so I'm v happy with this one. Enjoy! Tw; swearing, guns, mentions of blood.
Requested By: simply_psychopathic on Wattpad
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"How we lookin'?" Luke's voice, almost unmistakable, fluttered into the air and kissed the ears of the child tending to her arm.

"Fine, as usual." She responded, unrolling a new set of bandages. "You ask that every day."

"And I will continue to ask until you don't need to use those anymore." He teased, plopping down in front of her. A hand extended, waggling his fingers and silently demanding the roll she held. "I'll do it, give it here."

Without complaint, she obliged.

It had been a few months since the incident on the bridge with Nick shooting a bullet through Clementine's arm instead of hitting Matthew; his intended target. Abandoning their mission, the group retreated to shrubbery until Clementine could be properly treated. Ever since, the group had been in hiding, only ever moving if a threat prompted them to. Their priority was ensuring Clementine could heal before they continued north. Now, seeing that her arm was out of the tattered shirt sling Carlos had made, they were back in business.

"How much longer until you think we hit something?" Clementine posed, holding her arm out for Luke to wrap.

Before working on the bandages, he gingerly studied the wound and scrunched his nose in strain. He didn't speak, however, and began re-wrapping before she could acknowledge it. "Probably a few days. We're relatively close to where we were before."

"The bridge?" The tension in her voice captured his interest, halting as he fixated his attention on her. Sensing this, feeling the wrapping against her arm stop, Clementine turned away ad instead blankly stared into shrubbery. She didn't want Luke to see her fear. She didn't want him to see her weakness.

Luke frowned, remorse flushing him. "Yeah, the bridge." His voice was soft and pained, the puzzle pieces clicking internally.

Of course, she was scared. Of course, she was dreading going back there.

"We could take a different route--"

"No." She said coldly, gaze not shifting. "That's the quickest route we know. We're sticking to it."

He studied her for another moment, briefer this time, before nodding and returning his attention to her bandages.

Long ago, Luke had picked up on the uncanny way Clementine wished to show no remorse when it came to herself. It was a sign of weakness, and if Clem hated anything it was exposing such a thing to her team. She was a child, one that had been forced to grow up too fast, and because of this had buried the knowledge that she was allowed to feel weak from time to time. After all, she was still human. However, nobody could tell her that. Much like an adult, she was stuck in her ways and wasn't about to change.

"We should get going, huh?" She questioned, rubbing over her now-bandaged arm before rolling down her sleeve and pulling on her jacket. "We shouldn't keep everyone waiting."

Luke frowned as she stood, watching her brush off her jeans and turn to stare at the others. "Yeah," he sighed under his breath. "Right."

They started without a care, making good time considering how many of them they had. As expected, within 24 hours the path they walked drew familiar, and Clementine could feel a twisting, tense feeling within her.