Bloody Clothes - A TWDG and TLOU crossover

Grey

The dark clouds brushed gently against the light ones in grey sky. Ellie admired the sky, though it was quite gloomy. She had found a derelict house with a large garden and noticed the clouds dancing around the sky, so she laid down on the grass and gazed; observed. Although she knew that lying on the ground these days was bound to get her killed, she didn't care. It had been so long since Ellie had actually enjoyed the cool October breeze across her cheeks; she just didn't care anymore.

Then there were those who killed themselves due to the unacceptance of the idea that the dead rose and walked. Though Ellie knew that life was so hard to endure these days, it remained in her knowledge that she always had to find something worth fighting for. 

'How could someone... do such a thing?' Ellie whispered quietly to herself, hoping that no one heard her. Ellie was a thoughtful girl, who, just like any other fourteen year old, just wanted to enjoy her life. Have fun, even though adversity may lie over a few bumps on the road. Adversity is what got her to that moment, laying on the grass and appreciating the breeze for what it was. Not a walker in sight. No walker was heard. This was peace. This was bliss. Bliss. A feeling that everyone desires, young or old.

BANG!

A flood of pain enveloped Ellie's arm.

'Hurry, Hurry, I think we got her!' A voice cried in the distance, after shooting a rifle at the little girl in the garden.

'Where did she go?' Another voice cried.

She ran and ran and ran, propelled by her adrenalin. Ellie came to a stop, hid behind a tree and groaned as she turned her neck to see blood pouring out of a deep wound in her arm; as she used the palm of her hand to suppress the blood, a somewhat relaxing warmth could be felt. The river of blood glistened as the sun began to emerge from behind the clouds - it was as if the sun were hiding, only now revealing itself to capture its prey. The sun's prey was Ellie in this case - the new bright light gave away Ellie by showing her shadow. Just notcing this, Ellie galloped through the woods - a place of useful refuge and security. The tree trunks and branches around Ellie melted into one beautiful picture. It was strange - the world had become so incredibly dead and lifeless when people started turning, yet the nature of the world made it seem more and more alive.

After Ellie had admired her surroundings yet again, she dawdled towards an opening that seemed like it would take her away from the forest; hopefully further away from those two evil men as well. Hopefully they had lost her. After ambling in a relaxed manner, she tripped over a grey rock and landed on her arm, only intensifying the pain she felt after getting shot. Ellie started to cry quietly; after years of simply being a victim and trying to make the most out of life anyway, nothing ever seemed to improve. A grey blanket of melancholy wrapped her and although the blanket was warm, a dark pool of sadness still seemed to bubble at the bottom of Ellie's stomach. What's that saying? 'Butterflies in my stomach.' But this time, it was more like moths.

Ellie raised her gaze after sulking for a few minutes and, luckily, in the distance she noticed a large house, evidently untouched and rather new. Surely, there were some meds in there to help her arm. A bandage would also do nicely too.

Suddenly, a peculiar sound was heard from a little further back in the forest. A groan; a groan that could only mean one thing.

'Walkers,' Ellie whispered under her breath. The gunshot must have attracted lots of them. A few of them emerged from behind a couple of trees, validating Ellie's assumption. The attraction of walkers showed how absurd those two men were, putting Ellie and themselves at risk. Ellie prayed that the men got eaten.

Impulsively, Ellie ran up to the house in the distance, wiping her tears away with her unharmed arm,  away from the walkers, noticed a glass door and quickly searched for something to break it with. Regrettably, there were no rocks or hammers around. But then Ellie found a solution, as her gaze met treehouse a few metres away from where she was standing. It was perched upon aboring oak tree. The vivid colours on the outside of the treehouse painted a picture of hope - hope that everything was going to be okay. A place of true refuge.

Hurriedly, Ellie clambered onto the ladder and gingerly placed her foot on each rung while also making sure that she only uses her unharmed arm - goodness knows what the excruciating pain would feel like if she put too much pressure on her hurt arm. When she placed her hand on the surface of the treehouse and pulled herself up cautiously, her eyes met with another's eyes; the owner of them hiding in the corner. An 8 or 9 year old girl by the looks of it. They stared at each other for a few seconds; Ellie hesitated about whether or not she should point her arrow at the girl and threaten her, as she could be a threat. But the little girl greeted Ellie first.

'Hi... I'm Clementine...' The girl whimpered in fear.

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This first chapter is about Ellie's first encounter with Clementine, who at this moment in time is 8 years old. As the story soon unfolds, watch how the two bond together! I hope you enjoy this :)