Walking Dead Game Collection

"Decisions, Decisions"

Title: Decisions, Decisions
Characters: Clementine, Sarita, Kenny
Summary: Once escaping Carver's, the cabin group is faced with a herd. Clementine, deciding to stay with Kenny and Sarita, witnesses Sarita be bitten by a walker. In an attempt to save her, Clementine is pinned to the ground by the undead. It's up to Kenny to choose who will live to see another day.
Author's Note: Short and depressing. Just like me. Only minus the short. Anyways! NaNoWriMo begins as of November 1st and so my time will be mainly focused on my new work-in-progress! I'll try and update fics whenever I can, but that will be my priority. Regularly weekly(ish) postings will 100% return in December :)
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He had two options, and neither of them were good.

Kenny's heart had practically thrown itself out of his mouth and slapped onto the pavement seeing Sarita pry her bloodied, almost-severed hand from a walker's mouth. The scent of her tainted blood hit him immediately, causing him to stumble in disgust and disbelief.

The one he loved, the one who saved him, the woman he adored after he believed he would never be able to again, was bitten.

Then, as if fate was attempting to shatter his world in a day, he heard her scream. It was a child, a young girl. It was Clementine. [[MORE]]

The reality before him — watching the child he called his own be pinned to the floor by the bloodthirsty and brainless — seemed to slow as the minutes leading up to the moment flashed by like photographs.

They thought they were in the clear slipping out from Carver's base. The scumbag was dead on the floor of the hell he called his "haven" as his own captors had turned against him. They thought they were home free as long as they were quiet, cautious, and played it safe.

"No! Get off of me!"

They were wrong. Kenny should have known it wouldn't be that simple. Nothing in this world ever was anymore. Especially not when it came to Carver.

"Kenny!" The desperate scream of the child's voice just about shattered him inside out, and the grip on the blade only tightened.

He had a choice to make.

He could go with the woman who loved him when he thought his life was over; the one who showed him that it was possible to continue after tragedy. She was the woman who nurtured him back to health, and was the one who tore him from his depressed state and brought him back to reality. She, in every nature of the phrase, saved him. If Sarita hadn't rescued him from his darkened state, he wouldn't be alive. Period.

But then, there was Clementine, the girl who seemed so strong that she was practically unbreakable. She had been through hell and back and had handled half the things many of adults would handle in their lives. Yet still, she carried on. She lived for the legacy of those who had passed. Even better, she loved and motivated him unconditionally. She was his saviour and, in a way, his guardian angel.

But there was a single factor, despite all of his memories, he hadn't accounted for.

One of them was bitten.

The thought made his stomach churn. He watched as Sarita staggered away from the fiend that dared dig into her flesh, and flinched as she collapsed onto the bloody concrete.

As he went to reach out to her, he heard a yelp from his left. Upon turning, he spotted Clementine, axe pressing against the chest of a walker looming over top of her. Despite this, it's struggle to collapse on top of her remained adamant.

He needed to make a choice. He needed to make it now. He had no time, not even a minute, to spare with debate. At this rate, each of them had under a minute maximum of survival. His debate needed to end and his action needed to begin.

Yet, despite all of his back and forth, he knew. Silently, he knew.

The choice, after all, had been made for him.

He leapt forwards in a single motion, stabbing and tossing aside any walker in his way. He pried each and every one of them out of his path toward his goal: her. The weights of the creatures he threw paired with the weight of his choice forced his lungs downwards, suffocating him from the outside in.

He ignored it. He forced his lungs to cooperate.

He collapsed onto the ground, finally getting a glimpse at her: at his choice.

"Clementine," He gasped, not wasting a moment before hoisting her from the ground and swinging himself to his feet. "I got you, let's go."

He got a few paces away before he set the child back on the ground. As he went to start away, to escape the hell they had assisted in creating, he could feel his heels sway. An imaginary force pressed against his chest, daring him to turn and see the fate he was about to cause the woman he loved — the one he saw as his other half.

He forced his feet forwards, forcing through the imaginary barrier, and trekked on.

His body ached as if he was acting against it. It was as if abandoning the woman he adored caused every organ in his body to fail gradually and one by one. The thought of abandoning her for the dead — the thought of her fate boiling down to a mere meal — was revolting.

But, he didn't have a choice.

One of them was bitten.

"I'm sorry."

Behind them, he could hear the creatures devouring their new, fresh meal they had been waiting so patiently for. Her screams of betrayal wafted into the thick air. It was as if oxygen had moulded itself into cotton, and Kenny's lungs were drowning in it.

"I'm so sorry."

Swallowing his stomach, resisting the urge to scream, or throw up, or give up, Kenny surged onward, taking the child's hand in his quivering, bloodied one. Hers squeezed back.

Maybe he would never know, but he could only hope he made the right choice. At the very least, he hoped he had made the right choice for himself. He hoped he had made the right choice for her.
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