Chapter 5: Almost too late

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((Clementine's POV ))

"This is fucked!"  I thought to myself as Rick took pot shots at me as I hid behind a wooden desk.

"Come out little girl," Rick blasted another bullet, "You have to eventually!"

"FUCK YOU BUDDY!" I yelled back at him, earning myself another drunken bullet, "Your gonna run out of ammo at some point!"

I hear Rick growl, then he fires yet another shot. All in this case have missed, but my luck can run out any second.

I saw an opening at the door, that was my way out of here. Too bad I had druggie shooting at me.

"Come on!" Rick yelled threw down his gun.

"Whats the matter?" I smirked, "all out, or did your balls fall off?"

He runs toward me, a take out my pistol and aim it at him, but he topples over me and pinns me to the ground.

"You little shit..." he struggles to keep me pinned. I wiggle for freedom, but he pulls out a knife and puts to my throat.

"Do it." I gasp, just wanting to die.

"No..." he smiles evily, he smirks at my breasts. My eyes widen.

"Don't you even think-" I start, but I'm cut off when he slowy reaches for my jacket zipper. My heart beats faster and faster as he gradually tries to undress me.

He's able to take my jacket off and pulls the bottom of my shirt over my head, leaving me blind. I feel his hands reach for my bra strap, then I hear my bra strap snap undone.

Suddenly, I hear a gun shot go off. Ricks body collapses onto me. I pull me shirt off of my face, and see Luke.

"L-luke!" I catch my breath. 

He helps me up, "Hey kiddo." He huggs me.

I burry my face into his shoulder, and for another time this night, I begin to cry.

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