Walking Dead Game Collection

"The Pick-Me Up"

Title: The Pick-Me Up
Characters: Clem, AJ, Javier
Summary: After AJ is taken from Clementine, she wanders aimlessly the entire night night, not caring what happens to her upon being all alone. After listening to the recorded message Lee had left her long ago, she decides to get back up and fight.
Sequel To: "Message From Lee"
Author's Note: This makes my heart sad ;-; tw: swearing
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"Ugh, fuck David!" Clementine, while slamming her knuckle into a tree, wailed into the night. Sure, she should probably be quiet — walkers were crawling out of the woodworks at this time of day — but she couldn't care less. Why was life worth living if she had no one?

AJ was gone. Lee was gone. Kenny and Jane and Luke were gone. Who was she even fighting for anymore? It definitely wasn't for her. Until this point, it had been for AJ. Now, all thanks to David, he was gone too.

Maybe it was just time to call it quits. Maybe it was just time to give up.

Ripping her bag off her back, she threw it against the forest floor with a grunt, wanting to alleviate her anger in a way that wouldn't further bloody her knuckles. The backpack sputtered up a small piece of plastic, square and black, and clattered it against the stone path beneath. The sound — the familiar clatter of plastic on rock — caused Clementine to turn, fixating her stare on the source.

A recorder. Namely, her recorder. The one she had been given after Lee died. The one Kenny handed down to her.

She stood still, frozen at the sign the universe blessed her with. It was as if one of them, either Kenny or Lee, was pushing her in a certain direction. It was a reminder, no matter how small, of the life she had once known and lived.

From the bushes beside her, just to the right of her scattered belongings, there was a grumble.

Clementine's head whipped, reaching for and removed the axe from her back pocket. She needed a quiet weapon - one that wasn't going to draw even more attention. Her yelling had done enough of that already.

Staggering from the brush, a walker leered toward her, it's gaping mouth and missing jaw out for all to see. It's feet, looming dangerously close to the very device that calmed her rage, caused her to leap into action.

With a huff she threw herself forward, slamming her axe into the demon's skull with such force that it staggered back and away from the treasure she needed to save. She grunted, pushing her boot against the beast's chest, throwing it off of her weapon.

Clementine sighed, glancing down to ensure that she hadn't stepped on her precious memento. Turning to her axe, she stuffed it into her back pocket with a groan. "I just cleaned this thing." Quickly scooping her recorder and bag off the floor, she peeked inside quickly, ensuring all her belongings were intact. Then, scurrying to grab the gun she set against the abused tree, she snatched it and darted off. The last thing she needed was lingering around the very area that was sure to draw more undead company.

After a few minutes of dashing, ensuring that she had enough distance between her and her foe, she released her desperate clutch on the plastic.

Her recorder. The last thing that carried an acknowledgement of Lee's life. Everyone who knew him, other than her, was dead. Any physical evidence was long gone. The only thing she had left on her that he touched was her hat, and as if she was ever going to lose that.

Through her sweaty, dirtied fingers she twirled the object round and round, the memories of where it had been seeping into her skin. She glanced up, studying both her left and right. Then, propping herself against a nearby tree, she slid herself to the floor and hit play.