The Walking Dead Final Season- 'Safe and Sound'

Safe and Sound II

Violet stopped her hand suddenly, resting her thumb on the scarred piece of flesh she'd just tripped her fingers over on Clementine's shoulder.
The nights had gotten warmer, and it was the first evening Clementine wasn't wearing her jacket.
Sensing her fingers hovering slightly,Clementine turned to Violet, the side of her face becoming illuminated by the campfire.
"Gunshot wound" Clementine said, and smiled softly.
Violet's eye's widened.
"What? When?"
"A few years ago."
Violet shifted on the bench slightly, coming closer to Clementine.
"A few years ago? Like, when you were a kid?" she spoke in a slightly concerned whisper, not wanting to draw the attention of the group nearby. Louis and A.J were playing with some dominoes on another bench and Aasim was writing in his journal on the other side of the campfire.
"Yeah I was 11, it was a couple of days after my Birthday actually" Clementine She shook her head as a melancholic smile came to her lips. "Surprise."
Violet turned away for a few  seconds, opening her mouth slightly before speaking.
"Who shoots an eleven year old?" But as soon as Violet asked that question her mind threw at her the stark evidence of the what she'd been through the past few weeks, and a much colder thought responded.
More people than you'd expect I guess.
Clementine was still dancing around Violet's question. It was an act of violence that seemed so commonplace and inconsequential in this new world, but when laid out in that blunt skeleton of a question the grim reality and weight came to the surface slightly.
Who shoots an eleven year old?
Clementine looked away from Violet, her eyes resting on the campfire and she shrugged before speaking matter of factly.
"Somebody scared I guess."

She leaned into Violet and took her hand, placing it back on the wound on her shoulder.
Violet didn't resist, and then reciprocated the lean.
"I can't even imagine getting shot now, let alone when I was a kid." Violet's voice became warmer and Clementine could tell she was smiling. "I guess you've always just been a badass."
"You know it." Clementine chuckled. 
She tried not to think of the terrified man who cried and shook as he pointed that rifle at her, or the cold fire in her skin as she bled out on the snow, just a young girl.
She had better things to think of now. Although just like the snow that crept into that gunshot wound, sometimes she couldn't stop those thoughts from finding their way inside of her.
Maybe they always would. 
She rested her head on Violet's shoulder and looked at A.J. He was staring at the dominoes in front of him in a tense contemplation, before a triumphant smile blushed across his face and he picked one up and threw one down onto the table.
Judging by Louis' exaggerated reaction of mock horror, it was a good move.
Violet whistled sharply and then called out.
"Hey, A.J, you kicking his ass?"
His face was back in his dominoes, already planning his next move. Although Clementine could tell he was probably just putting down whichever had the most dots.
"I'm trying to!" He called back out to Violet.
"Well, if you don't I'll be personally disappointed. I'm head of the 'Louis getting his ass kicked by A.J at Dominoes' fan-club'"
"I'll kick his ass!" he called out, before covering his mouth in embarrassment, turning to Clementine.
"Sorry Clem, swearing."
"Hey buddy. If it's all part of kicking Louis' ass, who am I to stop you?"
Louis turned to Violet and Clementine, placing his middle finger up at them and pulled back with his other hand, miming as if it was a slingshot.
A.J started mimicking it as Violet laughed again.
Aasim took his eyes away from his journal and rolled them at Louis.
"Save such powerful weapons for walkers buddy." 
Louis turned to Aasim and gave him the 'slingshot' on rapid fire.
Violet laughed. 
Clementine joined in, the little girl lying in the snow getting further from her memory.
The memory would be back, but for now Clementine wouldn't fight it, as the snow and blood were burned away by the embers dancing in the fire in front of her.