I Walk Alone

Chapter Three

Looking around this tiny shed, I saw that our options were extremely limited. There was a patch of boards covering up a hole big enough for Clem to wiggle her skinny arse through, a small red tool box, some large sharp object in the back (might come in handy...), and a hammer stuck on a high shelf.

Growling in frustration, I kicked at the makeshift patch and nearly broke my foot.

"AGH!! Ow ow ow ow...." I hopped along back to the entrance, idiotically realising that I just crippled myself for the night. Every time I apply pressure to the wound, I scream out in agony.

Clem was sitting in the corner, watching me intently as she got up, her face had twisted in pain.

"We have to get you immediate medical attention or else that will spread and cripple your arm." I bit my lip in concern, pacing the room as Clem climbed her way to the shelf. She knocked it down and nearly landed on her arm again, but I can imagine the pain must be so immense that she is gonna pass out if there is anymore applied.

I looked at the hammer, then it the little patch covering that hole. Clem looked up at me intently, like she was willing me to agree to let her wiggle through and sneak inside.

"No. Fucking. Dice. You're in enough pain, I can't fit through, Walkers are out there, we're outnumbered by-"

"I can do it. I've done it plenty of times with Omid and Lee." she simply argued with a lost look in her eyes. She held a stern face as I sighed, giving in.

"You better cover your arse. You die, I'll have no one left to care about in my life."

Simply nodding, she picked up the hammer, giving it to me as I crouched next to the hole. I had barely pried one nail loose before she got emotional.

"That's how I met Lee, ya know? I gave him a hammer and saved his life...."

I stopped pulling nails, frozen in my position as she finally opened up about him.

"My babysitter turned two days before he stumbled around. I could sometimes hear her moans from my tree house when she was trying to get out.

Lee was calling for help, and even came around where I was hiding. I was clutching the hammer when he finally moved on, muttering something about bourbon. I peeked through my window to see Lee opening the sliding door. He was surprised it was still unlocked.

It took him a few minutes, but I watched him find the walkie talkie I used to have. They both broke in Savannah.

I talked to him for a little bit, but then I saw Sandra behind him. I screamed and watched him struggle against her. I tried to think quickly, but no ideas came to mind. Then I remembered my hammer.

I climbed down the tree and ran to the door as quickly as possible. It took him a while to grab the hammer, but as soon as he did, he smashed in Amanda's head. That's the first Walker I watched die. I can still hear it.

Those sickening cracks, that juicy squish of her blood and flesh, her dying groans. Hers and many more, those are like a sick lullaby, a twisted soundtrack of my new life.

Hehe, look at me. Only eleven years old and I'm talking like you used to...

How old are you now?"

I looked back at her, sighing.

"I'm 19 years old. I think..." Sometimes I can't remember if I'm 19 or if somehow I turned 20 and I don't remember it. I can't even keep up to date anymore.

"Oh...yeah. I forgot."

I smiled at Clem, and turned back to the boards, prying them all off in a matter of seconds. I turned back to Clementine, and nodded. She gave me this huge hug and promised me she'd be back, and so started the waiting.