The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Six: 'Luck'

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The fear had been that finding themselves inside the shadow of the destructive colossus would see them all immediately sucked beyond oblivion. It was a fear proven to be both fleeting and unfounded however, as in the cracking of a whip Clementine instead found herself thrown like a dust particle through the air; her spine hitting the concrete wall with all the force of the three hundred mile an hour winds desiring her there.

Then there was an eternity, laying with shattered bones; without the rest of her senses. Only a piercing and continuous ringing remaining behind to pinball around her skull.

It was funny. Clementine always figured she'd go out to a walker bite. Or at least running from one. Reminded with each successful escape that she'd simply edged herself closer to that fateful day.

Which in truth was something she had wished for in her darkest, loneliest of moments, when the spectre of being the only survivor from numerous groups who'd had their tickets punched, tried slipping penance around her neck.

She just hadn't expected for the powers that be to get so creative when she denied her demons to go on for the sake of her adopted and dependant son. To spin such a monster into existence. To put it in her path with such precision that she couldn't think these disorientated moments were anything but her last.

But that thought went on. And on. Until like a damaged reel of film her mind skipped and jumped its way to the next piece of cognizant thought.

That she could hear again. The frantic sound of voices, trickling through.

Clementine listened to the call of her name, and tried to move. In doing so she found sound was not the only sense to return, though it was one she would have sooner gone without as shockwaves of pain coursed the length of her nervous system with each displacement of weight on her broken body.

She relinquished her resolve to lift herself from the debris that had buried her, instead allowing her paralysis to be rescued by voices she could now distinguish with enough clarity. They were of course AJ and Violets.

Digging at all manner of wood and earth tossed down into the basement, until the pressure preventing Clementines capacity to draw in breath fell away.

"Clem!!" AJ cried, regaining sight of her prone body. He clambered, unsteady, over the mess left in the tornados wake to be by her side. Clementine tried to croak out a reply, but the roughness in her throat ensured it didn't make it to her lips.

She opened her eyes to see Violet, features fuzzy until Clementine was able to properly bring them into focus. She was paler than usual; sweat glistening on her forehead from the fight to uncover her loved one.

She appeared to struggle for words. Or at least ones that wouldn't be so redundant in the circumstances, like asking after Clementines wellbeing. The anguish she wore was plain to see.

Violet leaned forward instead, slipping her hand into the palm of Clementines. "Can you squeeze my hand?" She asked, concern in the fern of her eyes.

Clementine indulged her request, her fingers feeling like snapping twigs as she closed her grip around the hand in her own. She tried to smile her way through the discomfort; a grimace was all she could afford.

"Okay, good, that's good" Violet responded to the silence. She held on as she twisted around; addressing somebody behind her. "Can we get her out of here? Like, in the open? I think she needs the air."