A coming of age story with zombies, in which a girl, teenager, and pregnant woman endure hell on Earth in hope of finding a better life in this epic rewrite made for fans and new readers alike. Orphaned by the horrors of a cruel and grotesque world and still mourning the loss of the people closest to her, a nine year old girl struggles to survive as what little stability provided by her adoptive parents is suddenly ripped away and she's forced to endure even greater dangers and torments, her only comfort being a kindly soul willing to suffer with her. Join Clementine as she struggles to not only survive against flesh-starved zombies and sadistic captors, but to endure the relentless heart-crushing tragedies that so continually push her to a breaking point in this fan made follow up extrapolated from the actual follow up in ways inspired, conceptualized and sculpted by members of Telltale Game's message boards in an attempt to better realize The Walking Dead Game's beloved breakout character in this story of grief, guilt, pain, loss and love. The sequel to Young and Young at Heart has begun, Three Orphan Pilgrimage! https://www.wattpad.com/story/58676216-three-orphan-pilgrimage-alternative-to-the-walking Cover artwork for Young and Young at Heart by Albaharu. The Walking Dead property of Robert Kirkman. The Walking Dead Game property of Telltale Games. Original characters and scenarios property of J. Gray Dingler.

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.