The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 29 - the chopping block

The group was planning on moving out tomorrow and there is really no destination you are going to until you find a place big enough.

You are on your way to the chopping block for the last time. You think it's your favourite place here but you won't be able to stay so you are going for some alone time.

It's been a hectic last couple of days and it's difficult to wrap your head round it all. You really need this because you are on the brink of yelling at someone and because you spend so much time together it's a high chance that would be clementine and she doesn't need to be yelled a right now.

You walk along the gravel path with the overhang of the branches blocking the last bit of sunlight. The storm is close by but the boss said we need to power through it because we don't know how long it will be before an army of hall gang are on your doorstep.

You look at the small amount of wildlife as they sense the storm and prepare for the elements. A bird sits down protecting her chicks. A arctic fox climbs into its den for the night after hissing at you.

I wonder what scout will be doing. Will he just brave the elements or find a cave.

As you reach the open area of the block you look around for any signs of danger before relaxing.

It looks ok and you drop your axe and crossbow by the block but keeping your revolver handy in case of emergency.

You look at the cold, frosty dirt that surrounds the area with small patches of snow.

A small piece of moisture lands on your face as more follow it. The light spitting of rain is just a precursor to the deluge that follows shortly afterwards much like the first few stray walkers that slowly turns to a community destroying horde.

The small pile of uncut pine which are destined to sit there sadly until another group comes along to use them up for there own needs. You decide to sit on the floor laying your back against them.

You look over the small area that always made you feel a little better. It was the smell of fresh timber and the cold winds brushing through the leaves giving a calming tune to the area.

You think of the moment you and clementine shared here and how happy you both where like all your worries had been swept away in the short time spent here.

The memory is swept away as you pull your hat down over you eyes closing them. You weren't planning on going to sleep but to just listen to the nature surrounding you.

You lay there for about 30 minutes as you begin to make up small tunes in your head to pass the time. You planned on bringing the guitar but Lewis said no so you decided to just respect his privacy and leave it with him.

You start to hum them as you hear a twig snap behind you. You stand drawing your revolver as a log enters your depth perception and hits you over the head with a loud clap.

You fall and close your eyes in pain as you become dizzy and you hearing sounds like you are underwater.

You vision darkens as you feel your limp body be dragged and placed against the logs as you are tied up to the on placed in the ground.

Your gun is taken but your knife is on you.

A voice is followed after a few seconds silence.

???: hello again.

That smug voice. That smug irritating voice. You could recognise it anywhere. It echoes around your head.

It was that fuck wit Sam.

You open your eyes to see him looking very sick and wearing some clothes he had clearly stripped off of a walker. He was missing an arm!

You: that looks like karma got its chance.

You gesture your head towards the stub.

Sam: a walker bit it.

He begins to pace.

Sam: when you let me go I felt like the luckiest man in the world but I realised that was just your plan. You knew with nothing but my underwear I would suffer. You knew I would die. But not just die. I would slowly feel my senses leave my body as the walker in me takes over.

You: very true.

This is said with a sense of happiness about his situation.

Sam: I got sick, lost an arm, lost faith, lost my humanity.

You: by how you have been since I met you, you lost your humanity when your daughter died.

Sam: shut the fuck up.

You: you thought you could have saved her. I have felt it before.

Sam: I'll kill you.

He draws a makeshift knife made out of glass and a bit of tape.

You: we doing this song and dance again.

Sam: do you know what? No. You clearly don't care about any pain caused to you so why don't I go grab you little boy and girlfriend and carve my name into there bare chests.

You: you touch them, you die.

Sam: strong words coming from someone tied up. I want my revenge.

You slump hopelessly as he begins to ramble on about his pain and suffering. You could care less. You just need to find a way to escape.

You start to slowly shuffle trying to losses your knife so you could cut the ropes tying you to the chair.

After about 2 minutes it drops onto your shoe as you kick it back and grab it with your hand.

You slowly begin to slide the knife up and down slowly.

He brings himself down you your level holding the knife up to your face.

Sam: your dead kid. You just needed some time to get it through your thick skull.

The rope splits as he pulls back the knife ready to stab it through your head.

You block it with your arm, head butting him.

He is stunned for a second but as you stand he stabs the knife into you hip letting go.

You punch him in the throat as hard as you can as he begins to cough and splutter.

You wrap your legs around his pushing him to the ground.

You climb on top of him pulling the knife out of your hip and stabbing it repeatedly into his chest. Blood squirts over you.

You: I may be dead but this is not how it is happening. I'm strong.

You punch him over and over again to make sure he stays sat down.

You climb off of him picking up your axe.

You: and you are weak.

You bring the axe down on his neck as his head splits from his shoulders and his body begins to twitch. You stamp on his wrist and turn your foot slowing down the shivering until it comes to a close.

The bastard is dead. A great guilt washes over your body. You feel a huge regret like that took away a piece of you.

You look down as you are covered in blood. On the horizon there is a large orange flame...

The lodge.

You run in to see bodies spread across the ground. Most of them are hall gang.

They had started another fire but this time it wasn't just the armoury. It was everything.

You spot lewis stood with jack and AJ.

Lewis: Y/N! Clementine is still in there.

You heart sinks as worry consumes you. You run towards the blaze to see everything consumed by a deep red flower.

You: CLEMENTINE!