Walking Dead Game Collection

"Remember Them"

Title: Remember Them
Characters: Clementine, Luke, Rebecca, Alvin, Kenny, Sarita
Summary: After going on a traumatizing run, Luke brings Clementine back to the ski lodge to leave her in Rebecca and Alvin's care to get her to calm down. Their best option? Reminding her of her parents.
Author's Note: Oh my god they're so cute???? Merry late Christmas all :)
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"Clem? Clem, listen to me," Luke voice, panicked and frantic, resonated through the entrance of the ski lodge as the duo fumbled inwards.

"No! No!" The child wailed, her hands pressed to the side of her head, trying to block out any sounds from the outside world. Maybe trying to block out the outside world altogether.

The sudden wailing snapped all in the vicinity to attention, with Kenny, Sarita, and Alvin all hauling themselves towards the entrance. Before them stood Luke, Clementine enwrapped within his arms. Her body was shaking despite the desperate hold Luke had, pulling her deeper into his chest hoping to quell them.

"Luke?" Sarita's concern was cut off by Kenny, jetting forwards. He hesitated for only a moment at the top of the stairs before absorbing the scene, throwing himself down them.

"She saw someone." Luke breathed, gingerly attempting to set the child on the stairs to calm her. "Someone she knew. Can someone please help?" He pleaded, swinging his backpack around to his front, rummaging to find the panicked girl some water.

"That's bad?"

"Who?" Kenny silenced Rebecca's questioning, darting forwards.

"They were dead." Luke spat in Rebecca's direction, too focused on finding Clementine a drink to glance her way. "I think she said her name was Christa."

Kenny hesitated, stumbling on the stairs as he attempted to make his way down. The wind now knocked out of him, he fumbled to a sitting position, hands limply at his sides. "What?" He whispered, his voice hardly audibly over his shocked breathing.

Luke knelt down to the child, gingerly holding one of her hands in his own, removing it from the panicked grip it held on her hair. He slipped an open water bottle into her grasp, guiding her arm calmly to her lips and softly whispering a plea for her to drink.

"What happened?" Alvin questioned, setting a hand on Rebecca's shoulder and slipping past her to better help the group.

Luke glanced up from the girl, casting a pleading stare to the male. Silently, he was begging to not repeat what they had seen. Not with Clementine right there. Not with her still so distraught.

Silently, Alvin understood. He gave a faint nod.

Luke, reluctantly, removed his hand from its comforting location on Clementine's shoulder. "I need to go back out there."

"What?" Sarita questioned, her position still paused at the top of the stairs. She didn't want to crowd the clearly pained child and bring her even greater anxiety.

"I can't just," Luke groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Leave her out there. We didn't even get the firewood we went out for." He groaned, flipping to face the rest of them. Now detached from the child, he watched in agony as her stress grew fixated on him, panicked as to if he would fail to return as well. He gave a soft sigh, turning away, her stare too deeply digging a dagger into his chest. "I need to go."

Clementine had flinched in panic feeling Luke's hand part from her shoulder, a sudden chill ripping through her body at the cold the spot then held. He couldn't be leaving her. He wouldn't. Not like Christa. What if she never saw him again? What if everything repeated? What if she lost someone else? What a horrendous twist of fate it would be if every parent she had died attempting to protect her.