I Walk Alone

Chapter Four

I sat in the corner, covering the tool box and gathered other tools around it. I covered a blanket over it, then wrapped an arm around it, just in case Luke or one of the others come to check on us. I even talked to the makeshift Clementine.

Just little things, like stuff about how we're gonna make it, and how they're idiots for not believing us.

A knock on the door startled me. Thinking it was Clem, who decided it was too risky to climb back through the hole, I opened it. I instantly scowled.

"What do you want, Luke?" I crossed my arms, hitching my hip to a side. He was rubbing the back of his head, looking down. Coward couldn't even look me in the eye.

"A-are you both hungry? I came to check on you and the little girl."

I melted a little. I hated this feeling, so I pushed it down. He was only doing his job, after all.

"....we are a tad bit famished. I mean, you saw me try to lift Clem earlier. It was like lifting two tons, and she's lighter than me." I babbled, mentally slapping my forehead and biting my tongue.

Surprisingly, he chuckled. I liked his laugh. It was simple, low, adorable-

Woah. Where did THAT come from?

I shook my head, not helping the urge to smile. I heard a sound behind me and then shifted myself so he stood with his back to the shed wall as he set down two bowls of porridge. He said he'd be back soon with some water. I only smiled and nodded as he jogged up to the house.

Man, did he have some killer leg muscles, and that sweet ass-

Stop. It. Mea. You're NOT going to fall in love again. You're not going to lead on or be led on by some poor guy.

I turned to see Clem wriggling through the hole fully, with her necessary supplies.

"That was close. Let's try getting you patched up." I stated, grabbing the thread and needle, and poured some of the alcohol onto the needle. I turned toward her and saw her arm had some sort of purple lining around her wound, and I made a tsh sound, shaking my head.

"Clem, I'm gonna have to clean the wound..." I instructed softly, but she surprisingly put on a brave face and set out her arm. I slowly poured some of the alcohol onto the bite.

She cried out, knocking the bottle out of my hands as I watched the liquid bubble as it slapped against her skin. I noted that as a bad sign, and considered it lucky that we cleaned it before it got worse.

I looked back and saw that Luke was taking his time with our water. Good.

I looked back and Clem had her head down, her face covered by her hat. I frowned, but proceeded to stitch her wound back together. Again she cried out, but this time didn't stop me from doing my job. I stitched a few more times before tying off the line. I looked up to smile at her, but a look of fear spread across her face. Frowning, I turned to see a Walker staring me down as it started to snap it's jaws at my face. I was pushed against the wall, but wildly searched for the hammer that was barely out of my reach. I heard someone say "Here" and I wrapped my fingers around the hammer's handle, swinging it and hitting the Walker's jaw off as I pushed it into the large blade that was hanging off the wall. It was still reaching for me as I drove the sharp end of the hammer into it's brain. I repeated the process as I visualized all of the pain I've had over the course of the past two years into one Walker. I stopped swinging and fell to the floor, sobbing silently as I held my face in my bloody hands. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my shoulders, someone, a guy, was rocking me back and forth, shushing me and cooing soft words into my ears. I guess I eventually fell asleep and I dreamed of nothing that night.

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