In Too Deep: A Walking Dead Clementine x Male Reader

Part 1: Nighmares

Where am I? It's hard to figure it out, but I know that I can't stop running. There are loud footsteps behind me and it sounds like it's getting closer.  My eyes start to adjust to the surroundings and see that  I'm inside a bleak hallway.

I finally build up the courage to look, but instantly regret it. My heart rate rises, I begin to sweat even more, and tears start to roll down my cheeks.

The footsteps are growing louder now, and with it so does my fear. I can start to hear the horrible words they always say to me. Covering my ears might help prevent me from hearing them again.  Almost as if they are reading my thoughts, they start to raise their voices even more. I try my best to cover my ears, but I can only block so much.

"You failure....." "I hate you..."
"WHY!"

The last word strikes a nerve. They start to screech that word over and over again. I just want this to end, please let it end and wake up.

Suddenly, my wish is granted. I reached the end of the hallway, but there's no exit. Unable to accept my fate, I try to claw or break down the wall, but have no success. I turn to face them right when they're about to reach me and-
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I suddenly awake in my makeshift bed panting and sweating. These dreams happen all the time now, but they don't seem to let up anymore. Every night it's a different nightmare torturing me using a new source of material from my past. Maybe this is what I deserve for surviving so long. Can't live this long and have a clean conscience.

I check my watch and see that it's still early morning. As I'm getting dressed, I start to gather my backpack and pull out the map I found the previous day. Hopefully I can find a new place to stay permanently. I had a few good spots, but they now house only nightmares.

The only reason I'm doing this is to stop the nightmares, but I don't know if they can be. I've never stepped foot into this cabin, and I still had one last night. This could all be done for nothing, and I'm just putting my life at risk.

Before I check the map and leave, I should probably check my supplies and do a search of the bedroom for any new clothes. My clothes are getting so dirty from killing walkers, that it'd be nice for some new clothes. First I check my backpack.

I have:
• A lighter
• An empty canteen
• A Knife
• A pistol with only 1 shot left
• A harmonica

This harmonica should have probably been thrown away, but it's all I have left to remember my family. Somehow this could make them smile no matter how bad everything was. I wish it did the same for me, because all it does is make me depressed.

I put the supplies back in your backpack, and then head to the bedroom to check for clothes. I didn't expect there to be much here, but there's enough to make me have to think on what to wear.

Your options are:
• A Hockey Jersey with a long sleeve underneath
• A button down Flannel shirt
• A sweatshirt from your favorite college.

I'm about to leave the room, but see a shelf of cds and a portable player. I can't believe how lucky I am to find these and start taking them off the self. Most of them I don't know, but I take them anyway. Eventually I fill up my backpack full of cds and batteries for the player, but I can always make room later.

After packing, I head back to the map. There is a nearby train station that I could use to follow. It'll eventually hit a town if I follow those tracks, so it's probably my best bet.

I head outside after making my decision, and notice a walker. It's pretty old based off of how rotten it's gotten. Suddenly, the voices from my nightmare start to speak to me. They're taunting me with my failures in the past, and they know all the right things to say.

Eventually I start to lose focus, and start to feel my body move. I'm sprint to the walker and shoulder tackle it to the ground. I start to stomp the hell out of the walkers head. I stomp him for so long, that eventually I'm just kicking a hole in the ground. Finally, I'm able to stop myself from my actions

I slap myself in the face and begin to breath very heavily. I can't be letting these thoughts get to me. Getting emotional leads to dangerous and unnecessary situations like that. After a few minutes of collecting myself, I walk as fast as I can to get away from the result of my outburst. The voice come back again to talk to me, and I try to ignore them as best as I can.

"Today is going to be a long day."