Walking Dead Game Collection

"No One's Home"

Title: No One’s Home
Characters: Season 2 Cabin Group
Summary: Making their way back to Clementine’s house, Clem finally gets to hear the voice messages her mom left for her so long ago.
Author’s Note: BEWARE swears and fluff ^^ This also takes place after they escape Carver’s camp, however Carver hasn’t been killed yet. All other deaths are still in place :)
Requested By: Anonymous
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“Are we close?”
“It’s right up here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Rebecca groaned as she held her large belly, wobbling forwards with Kenny’s arm wrapped around her shoulders for support.
“Clem? Are you sure we’ll be safe here?” Luke asked with a raised brow.
“I’m positive Luke. Carver won’t be able to find us. We’re safe.”
Hearing the statement, Sarah tore her gaze from the ground to fixate on the girl in front of her. She had to be telling the truth, right? Clementine had never lied to her before. She could trust her now. At least, she hoped. Clementine had never let her down, she needed to trust that she wouldn’t now.
“Carver has no idea where my old house is. It’s really far away, secluded….” Clementine glanced behind her to make sure Sarah couldn’t hear her next words. “And somewhat dangerous.” She whispered to Luke, followed by her clearing her throat. “He won’t have the guts to come and find us.”
Bonnie gave a soft grunt as she stabbed a walker in the back of the head and pushed him off to the side of the road, Sarah flinching at the crucifying sounds. “Except we may not be safe from the dead. This place is dripping with walkers.”
Clementine frowned, her golden eyes darting to the ground as the harsh statement escaped her friends lips. “Yeah…I know.”
That was why she was forced to leave in the first place.
Noting the girl’s sorrowful expression, Luke drifted closer to Clem’s side and gave a small nod towards Bonnie who only frowned in return. They refused to bring up anything which would only hurt Clementine in the long run. They would avoid it as much as they could, and that’s why they developed their ‘nod’ to warn each other.
“How much farther?” Kenny asked, adjusting his hold against Rebecca’s back as she walked. It came out sounding rather agitated, causing a flinch to jump out of the raven-haired child.
“It’s really close, I promise. Not even a block more to walk.”
“Good.” He sighed.
“Really good, because we got a bit of a problem back here.”
Bonnie started softly, glancing past the pregnant woman and her helper to see a mob of walkers slowly sauntering closer to them. Luckily, it wasn’t as large as it could have been. There seemed to be 10-20. While difficult, they could be taken out.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Kenny growled, gently pushing Rebecca against her back to walk faster. “We can never get a goddamn break can we?!”
“Come on. Let’s get out of here before they get too close.” Luke requested, urgently grabbing Clementine’s hand and rushing forwards.
“Sarah, come on!” Dashing forwards and clinging to her best friend’s palm for dear life, Sarah scurried forwards along with them.
“You holding up Nick?” Luke yelled over his shoulder.
Nick groaned and clutching his bleeding shoulder in pain, but forced a nod to his pal. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
“Come on!” Bonnie screeched, placing her hands on the back of Kenny and Rebecca, hoping to speed them up.
“This is as fast as I can go!”
“Ugh!” Bonnie cried, whipping out her gun and shooting the few that were drawing closer.
“You’re going to attract more!” Kenny snarled.
“Would you rather be lunch meat?!” She yelled back.
With an irritated slash of his head, the scarred male quickened his pace, almost dragging the mother-to-be alongside him.
“There! I found it!” Clementine cried, stopping in front of a tattered, white-paned house. “This is it.” Her old home. She was finally home again. She had to pause for a moment and just let the joy seap into her bones. She had finally find her old house again after so much pain and agony.
“Let’s get inside!” Nick yelled urgently, shattering the awestruck child out of her thoughts as he scurried up the staircase and grabbed the door knob.
“Nick! Slow down, there might be something inside.” Yanking the doorknob out of the injured male’s hands and starting inside the living room with the side of his gun pressed to his chest, he scoured each room on the main floor and sighed in relief. Clear. Thank god. “Quick, get in.” He grumbled, not wasting a moment as he returned back to the door.
Pushing Kenny and Rebecca up the steps, Bonnie slammed the front for closed and panted desperately. “We need…something…to block the…door.”
“On it.” Luke chanted quickly, rushing to the living room and single-handedly tugging the couch towards the wooden frame. Blocking it and triple checking to make sure it was sturdy, quickly followed by the TV. Once the job was done, the two sighed in defeat.
“What about any other doors?” Kenny asked, situating Rebecca against a wall in the room.
“Block them too,”
“And seal the windows.” Bonnie stated, finishing Luke’s sentence.
As the adults because to fumble around the room and lock every opening they could, Clementine and Sarah stood silently in the centre of the room watching the madness unfold. After a brief moment, Clementine wandered into the blood-filled kitchen and tugged out some of the extra plywood hidden behind the fridge. “Here, try this. It’s leftover from our renovations.” A frowned tugged at the young girls lips. “We never got to finish.” Clementine forced a small smile, but the group was able to see through her like glass. She was hurting.
Luke extended his hand towards the child but was shooed away by Bonnie placing a hand against his upper arm. “Let her be. Okay?” She whispered softly to the overprotective male.
She knew that Luke just cared overtime for Clem, and the feeling was mutual. But if Clementine needed him, she would call for him. She would ask him for the support she would need.
“Hey, what’s up with this?” Nick’s confused voice drifted through the ghostly house and gently kissed Clementine’s ears, causing her to flip away from her current view of the blood bath and turn towards the small side table the injured male was standing at.
“What do you mean?” She asked softly, carefully stepping around a crimson puddle.
“That light there. It won’t stop flashing.”
Clementine raised an eyebrow as her golden eyes shifted towards their answering machine. Clearly Nick was still a little out of it. “It blinks whenever there’s a message.”
“So there’s a message then?” Nick asked, still slightly confused by the entire scenario they were in. He had been sneaking in sips of beer along the walk in. Probably to ignore the pain radiating from his shoulder.
“Answer it.” Sarah commented softly, a curious expression melting away the previously worried one.
“Why? I’m sure it’s nothing important. Just—”
“It’s worth a listen. Can we please? What if it’s someone who needs help? What if it was left recently?” Sarah points seemed to weaken the raven-haired child’s reasons, until she eventually gave in and snapped the play button. Drawing some attention from the other adults, they drew closer to the small speaker as well. It wasn’t going to be interesting, why did people care?
“Message 1.” The machine droned, followed quickly by the shuffling of the speaker on the other end.
“Hi Sandra!” Those first two words were enough to shatter the child whole.
It was her mom.
“This doesn’t sound recent.”
“Sh!” Sarah hushed, leaning forwards to better hear the fumbling woman.
As the message continued, Clementine could feel her heart sink and sink until her mother finally stated her name.
“Clem?” Kenny asked softly, placing a gentle hand against Clem’s quivering shoulder.
The child remained silent.
“This is definitely not recent.” Nick stated with a sigh, nervously rubbing the back of his own neck.
“Message 2.”
The next message continued and started different than the first. Her mother sounded more panicked and frazzled, the apocalypse clearly drawing closer. Finally, after hearing another small click,
“Message 3.”
“Clementine, sweetie?” The sobbing words escaping the speaker ripped against her heart cage, tugging her forwards until she fell against the table and gripping the sides of the speakers as if trying to tug her mother out of the contraption. 
“If you can hear this we need you to call 911.”
That was it. They knew they were dying.
“That’s 9-1-1.”
“I know mom. You taught me that.” She replied sorrowfully into the speaker, talking to her mother from beyond. Worried looks were exchanged behind her. These messages were slowly breaking her.
“We love you, we love you, we love—”
“Mom wait!” The child screamed, waiting in pain and silence as the line went dead.
“That is your last message.” The drone continued. Completely snapping Clementine back into reality and into the pit of despair that her mother wasn’t coming home.
“No mom…mom I love you too…” She whispered, fighting back the sea of tears clouding her vision. Weights pressed against her chest and heart, choking her on her own air from the inside. She could feel her body collapsing knowing that her parents still only wanted the best for her.
“Luke?” She breathed quietly, lifting her head up to force back her tears as far as she could. “L-Luke I need help…”
Hearing his name spoken the first time, the male scurried forwards and collected the shattering girl in his arms before she could scatter around him. Immediately, the child clung to his shirt hiding her cheeks in his shoulder. Nodding towards the other to leave them alone, he adjusted the grip he had on her as he sat down against the wall, cradling the female like a child in his arms.
“It’s okay, Clem. You’re going to be okay. You’re strong, your parents know that. Now shh…you’re safe here…”
Clementine’s sniffles and heart-wrenching sobs died down to shattering whimpers and groans. Luke always had a way of calming her down. Everyone knew this. The warm and gentle hold that he had against her body relaxed her greatly.
“They’re proud of you, Clem. I know they are.”
Her beautiful golden eyes fluttered shut once more upon the soothing words hitting her ears.
“I love them.” She whispered against his shirt fabric, rubbing her sore and year-stained cheeks. Glancing back up to the small answering machine, she gave a small nod and adjusted her hat. “I love you too, mom.”
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