Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Project Y/N

Let me start with saying that I had a lot of fun writing this. But, if you're new, maybe just... Don't read it... You can, but know that it's a bit different. And, if you're at all interested in my rewrite of all of this, Project V will not be in it.

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At the age of nine, my world ended. The dead started walking. We called them Walkers... Turns out they're actually zombies. I'll still call them Walkers.

Months after it all began, I found my parents. They were gone, already turned into Walkers. The worst part, they'd practically killed my little five-year-old sister. They sentenced her to death without even realizing it. She was starving, alone, bitten by one of our parents when I found her. At that point, it was just my friend and me. His parents died outside the building my sister was in. I had to do it. I had to kill her.

I clutched a knife in my hand and stuck it into her head. The rest is really a blur. I think maybe I had to stab her a few times. Her screams really pissed the Walkers off. They busted into the building, and then the worst thing that could happen happened. My friend got bit.

We escaped, ran until we couldn't run anymore. It was just me and him left; our families were dead. We were so young... And I cried like a baby when I had to kill him too. At the age of nine, I had killed my little sister and my best friend. They were both mercy kills, but they were kills. They affected me for the rest of my life. And for the next nine years, I stayed to myself. Too scared to lose anyone like that again. If I never got close to anyone, how could they leave me?

I was cold, brutal, unforgiving. Killed and killed. I was getting good at it. One night, I was starving. Walking through the woods, avoiding all the Walkers around. They thickened and thickened as I went. Then an explosion rocked the Earth. I knew this was my chance to find some food, so I hurried over.

I was met with a giant boat being blown sky-high. I didn't know what was going on, but I concluded that the boat's people weren't the friendly type. Once I couldn't find the other group's people, I moved on, found a shed, and went to sleep. I was awakened by a group of kids. Most of them were around my age. I knew this was my chance for some supplies. I could screw them over like I screwed everyone else over.

They imprisoned me for, what was it? A week?... Violet was the only decent one to me. She was cold to almost everyone else, but she was super friendly to me. I don't know why. Maybe because I was super mean to everyone, and I just canceled her out.

At the end of my imprisonment, their leader came to visit. She hopped into the room with her freshly cut off leg and just... Well, she changed my life that day. If I knew she would be my wife, maybe I would have treated her better in that first meeting. God, I would kill anyone who acted the way I acted toward her. I probably have.

Over the next few weeks, I grew close to her. She was the first person who got to really know me. No one had gotten to see that rare sight in nine years. Then she kissed me. I had no idea what to do. I think I panicked. Not long after that, I was captured by some lunatics and told she was dead. My life shattered into a million pieces.

Along came Brooklyn, Athena at the time. She kept me sane. She was an asshole but quickly became my best friend. Heck, I trusted her so much that when she betrayed me, I still believed in her. Good thing I did. She saved my life, hours after that, when my arm was mangled beyond repair.

She reunited me with Clementine soon after. Three months separated, and our bond hadn't broken... Somehow. Our bond is a sacred bond to me. It couldn't be damaged by anything. I wasn't normal, though. She was. No average person would be as latched on as I was to her after just a few weeks of knowing someone. But I'd been alone my whole life, and she was kind enough to take me in.