The Indians say the curse began in the time of the ancients and was passed down through the blood of generations. There are legends of the windigo and the coming of the black and red. Legends of the day of reckoning, when death would consume the land and good would face evil; of the day the curse would be forever broken or grow stronger and live on to plague generations to come. But ours was a story of survival; of two sisters bound by blood. A bond that would not be broken. That was our promise above all: above men, above God, above fate. It was in our blood: together forever.
There they sat, the black and the red, the bringers of death, Clementine and Abby. They were both perched on a log, staring into the limitless forest, each having many different things on their mind. Christa poked the small fire they had built, sighing she stood up, shooting a glare at Abby and Clementine, she blamed them for the death of Omid and the kidnapping of her newborn child. Just sixteen months ago, they had all been one big happy family, talking about what the baby's name should be but, everyone's luck runs out eventually...
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All I Need
Fanfiction"Please help us." Clementine, a young girl with frizzy black hair, begged the two unknown men. They had came to the poor girls rescue just as walkers were about to get them. Abby, Clementine's friend was slumped up against the rock, passed out, obli...
