Walking Dead Game Collection

"Taken Off"

Title: Taken Off
Characters: Clementine, Kenny, Luke, Sarita, Alvin, Rebecca, Carlos, Sarah
Summary: After a fatal mistake, Kenny ends up bitten on the ankle. Believing he's going to die, Clementine knows what she needed to do in order to save him: take off the leg before it's too late.
Author's Note: okay this turned out pretty okay I'm happy with it
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Everything happened so fast that Clementine barely had time to process: any of it. All she had time to do was act.

Clementine thought their trip would've been fun: just her and Kenny heading down to the river in an attempt to catch some fish. Seeing as they now had a slew of extra mouths to feed, wrangling up some extra food would be beneficial to all of them in the long run.

"Agh, shit." Kenny snarled, his words slipping through strained, gritted teeth. His hands clawed at the wound on his ankle, purple and bruising — a sign of the decay that was yet to come.

It hadn't turned out as fun as Clem had hoped.

Clem had managed to kill the monster in one swing — a trick both Kenny and Lee had helped her perfect — but by the time she'd turned to Kenny to check on him, she realized she'd been a beat too late. Kenny sat on the ground, eyes stuck on his injured ankle, too stunned to react to the pain.

When the pain arrived — the mental anguish before physical feeling — that was when Clementine began to panic.

"We need to leave." Clem said, scrambling to stuff their fishing supplies into her backpack. The last thing they needed was a walker bite and to simultaneously lose all of their fishing gear. Deep down, she knew if she hadn't reached for it, Kenny would've scolded her for it. She wanted to put as little strain on him as possible.

Kenny groaned. The only movement he was able to exude being squirming and sliding away from the monster slain on the ground a few feet before him. As he did so, Clementine surveyed the scene.

They had practically no supplies, minimal weapons, and no way to get in contact with the cabin group. They couldn't stay and wait for someone to get them because they didn't know exactly where they were. They couldn't wait because eventually more walkers would come around. They couldn't just walk away because Kenny couldn't walk on his injury.

They also couldn't leave because the longer they waited, the less likely it was that Kenny would survive.

Clementine gulped, her heart sinking and her stomach flipping. The thought that was slowly seeping in left her stomach curled in knots.

No. No. She couldn't do that to Kenny. She couldn't do that to herself. She couldn't.

But deep down, she knew. She knew that she needed to. Because what other choice did she have? Did they have?

She gulped, and closed her eyes, and balled up her shaking fists. She couldn't. She needed to, but she couldn't. She didn't want to. But she remembered that the same thing had been offered to Lee, and she remembered that when he hadn't taken that offer, he didn't make it. So, she couldn't do it. But she needed to try.

But she still hated it.

Clementine gulped, dropped her backpack to the ground and rummaging inside it. After temporarily shifting around the fishing equipment, she shakily removed her miniature axe and a fabric cloth. "Bite this." She said, jetting the handkerchief in Kenny's direction.

Kenny stared at her. Her glare was cold and focused, the quiver in her brow detailing her stress. Her hand was shaking, and she could barely hold the fabric out to him without her entire arm jostling around. Not willing to argue, Kenny obeyed.