Walking Dead Game Collection

"Revelations"

Title: Revelations
Characters: Clementine, Javier, Tripp, Jesus, Eleanor, David
Summary: After they reach New Richmond, Clementine is so worn down from lack of proper nutrition she passes out. As Eleanor, Tripp, and even David take turns watching her, she talks in her sleep, revealing some of the things she'd gone through, (such as the stranger, her parents, and Lee.) They each realize she may just be a scared kid, and not the troublesome survivor they made her out to be. So when she wakes up, Javi encourages the crew to give her a warm welcome after everything she's been through.
Author's Note: Infinity War reference ;;;))))
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"I don't feel so good." Clementine's voice, fragile and brittle, fluttered through the air like a wounded butterfly.

All trotting along with her froze.

Javier was the first to turn to study the teen's condition: bleak. She was as pale as snow, her lashes heaving in ailment, her shoulders caving in defeat. His brows pressed at the sight, watching as his teammates did the same. They had never seen the teen in such a state before. "Clem?"

The team had only just made it to New Richmond, and had fairly quickly been escorted into the jail as per David's request. There all of them, Tripp, Jesus, Clementine and Javier stood, exhausted and belittled, merely looking for rest. Some more than others.

Before the word had fully escaped, she began her descent to the ground. Her body heaved forward, her eyes rolled back, her body readying itself to smash to the ground. Javi leapt forward and crashed his knees onto the concrete floor, just barely preventing the teen from receiving a face-full of cement.

"Clementine?" Tripp breathed, looming closer. While the two had anything but a close-bond, watching the teen collapse was something he had never seen. Something was wrong. Really wrong. In this world, her health concerned all of them, especially seeing as they locked in the same room.

The fear in Javi's eyes grew, eyes bulging as the girl in his arms failed to respond. With panic, with urgency, with desperation, he glanced around the room eager for someone to help ease his distress.

"She's malnourished." There, immediately, Jesus was on the scene. He crouched by the teen, brushing her frail hair from her face and tipping her hat back to get a better look. "She's pale and wheezing, has been since I joined you." He leaned back, giving the teen and the male holding her room. "She needs water and food."

"That's all?"

"Should be." Jesus shrugged, leaning back on his feet, his crouch deepening the weight on his knees. "But I'm no doctor."

Instantly, Javi's eyes lit up. "Eleanor."

Tripp could feel the colour wash from his face at the mention of the female's name. Of course, it had to be Eleanor they needed.

Javi, without a chance to garner the group's thoughts, began wailing — yelling and hollering the female's name as loudly as he could muster. It was only a matter of moments before the angry pattering of footsteps sounded throughout the hallway.

Before they knew it, there stood Eleanor, stone faced. "Are you serious Javi?" Javi's brows pressed, waiting for her to register the situation upon them. As her eyes fell, drinking in the sight, she adjusted. "What happened?"

"She passed out." Javi spat back, not trying to hide his bitterness. While he knew Clem needed her help, he had every right to remain bitter at her betrayal, and her apprehension. "She needs water and food."