Burning Daylight

Chapter One

A/N : Don't mind me, I'm just editing this mess... So I can finally finish the last chapter!

Is this really worth fighting for? Staying alive and constantly being thrown into dangerous situations just to find food, water, or shelter...? People we come across say we're lucky that we still have our minds intact and are still surviving. Personally, I think they're wrong about that.

I'd rather be dead than live the rest of my life in fear, but I wouldn't dare to admit it to anyone else.

Clementine takes a deep breath from the fresh air, letting out a small sigh while sitting down on the wooden steps that descend towards the decaying outside world. Her mind wanders towards the thoughts that she selfishly shoved to the back of her mind. The people who were dear to her that she's lost over the years, especially Duck. I can still remember his dumb face, and the countless questions he asked me back on that farm. Back then I wouldn't have cared about him because he was so annoying, but right now I would give anything to listen to his constant small talk about video games, superheroes, and dinosaurs. She smiles, gazing down at the small pile of dirt underneath her shoes.

After a few moments of reminiscing in the past Clementine picks up a stick that's off to the side, probably dropped there from when Kenny was gathering wood for the fireplace earlier, and begins to draw crude pictures in the dirt. One of them horrifically resembles a poorly drawn stegosaurus, a couple of flowers, and an actual duck, chuckling to herself at the small joke.

A few clouds drift in front of the sun, causing her to gaze up and around the real world after having her fun, remembering that she has to be careful whenever she's outside. Her eyes scan across the trees and small paths leading towards the lake, and the main road in the hopes of not spotting one of those things. In the past she couldn't quite get the hang of killing them, but after a few years and watching the people who practically raised her succumb to their inevitable deaths, Clementine eventually found it in her heart to learn how to 'deal' with problems before they got to be too much. She learnt her lesson the hard way with the living, after being chased down with Christa in the forest, and the bathroom incident with Omid. Causing her to be extra careful towards the living that come across her path. Her eyes eventually gaze behind her towards the massive cabin in the woods, detailing the dark grey colour while noticing Alvin and Rebecca standing in the kitchen; keeping an eye on her especially in a world like this.

It's been a few years since I met this group, I met them here at this cabin when Luke and Pete found me a couple of miles away. Not the best introduction I was looking for, being thrown into the shed and all but I don't resent them one bit, it was a tough decision to make that's for sure. Her hazel eyes return back to her chicken-scratch drawings in the dirt, grinning from ear to ear remembering the conversations she used to have with what felt like the only other kid in the world at the time. She wonders if he would've smartened up by now, and picked up on social cues if he was still here, looking back on it now he was just lonely and nobody really understood what was happening in the world; he was just psyched that there was another kid around his age that he could talk to.

After a few minutes of silence, surrounded by the breeze gently grazing across her skin, she brings her gaze towards her arm, remembering how she got the massive scar from that dog in the forest just moments before she stumbled across Luke. The faded jagged lines trace up her forearm, the attempted stitching makes it look less noticeable, but it's still there. The clouds eventually drift away from the sun, attempting to remove the slight chill in the air with it's warmth, leaving Clementine sitting there with an autumn jacket they found earlier this month in an abandoned home close to the city. I used to like winter, back when it was safe and there was no need to be outside during the harsh weather conditions. Now I absolutely despise it. Clementine stuffs her hands inside her pockets, returning her gaze towards the trees that begin to look bare, preparing herself mentally for the winter that should be arriving soon.