Clementine: Y/N.....Y/N.....

You open your eyes, and see Clementine. She has her hands on your chest trying to wake you.

You: Clem?

You sit up, and give her a hug. Clementine kisses you as you two embrace.

Clementine: What happened? Where's everybody else?

You stand up, and help Clementine to her feet.

You: It's all gone, Clem. Everybody's gone.

Inside, you weren't for sure if people like Rick, Daryl, and Maggie were gone for good. But, you weren't optimistic.

Clementine: ....the prison?

You shake your head as you look down.

You: Destroyed.

Clementine looks at the tree line towards where the prison was. She begins to cry. You hug her.

You: We can't look back anymore. We just gotta keep moving.

Clementine nods as she sobs. Tears were forming in your eyes as well.

You: ....come on. Let's go while we still have sunlight.

You go over to get your rifle from near the log. You sling it over your shoulder and look back at Clementine.

She wipes her eyes, and pulls out the handgun from her waistband. She checks the magazine, and loads it back in. She gives you a nod, and the both of you begin walking.

••

It's been five days since the prison collapsed. You and Clementine have been going north towards Ohio. You figured maybe there would be something there.

You made it to a small town called Stephenson in West Virginia. You and Clementine spotted a house to settle in for the night. It was sunset and it would be getting dark soon.

You: I spot three. You?

Clementine: I see three as well. There might be others in the rooms.

You give a nod, and Clementine enters the house first.

SULK!

She kills one walker in the living room. Another starts stumbling out of the kitchen.

SULK!

You kill the walker.

The third walker starts shambling towards you, growling.

SULK!

Clementine kills it.

You both still hear moaning in one of the rooms. You go investigate, and you see what's making the noise.

You see an aged walker sitting in its wheelchair. She's basically fused to the contraption for years of sitting there.

The walker growls and starts reaching at the both of you. You shake your head, and walk up to it.

SULK!

You kill it, finally. You sheathe your knife.

You: The place clear?

Clementine: Seems like it.

You: Then, we got a place to settle for the night.

••

You sit up on a cot in the middle of the living room. Clementine is on one too as the two of you eat. A candle is beside you to light the room.

You quietly eat your food, and Clementine notices that you're in your thoughts.

Clementine: Everything all right?

For the last few days you haven't been your usual 'cheery' self. A big reason could be the loss of your home and your friends. A part of you believes you could have done something to change the outcome of what happened, as crazy as it sounds.

You shake your head, and give a fake smile.

You: Yeah...I'm good.

Clementine puts down her food and sits next to you.

Clementine: I don't believe that. I know you don't believe that.

You nod. You couldn't hide anything from her.

You: I told Dr. Jenner about hope. I wanted him to give us a chance to live out here, give a chance to Carl and Sophia....despite him saying that out here is worse.

Clementine continues to listen.

You: The people I wanted him to give a chance to are gone. The people Rick brought into the prison for a better life are gone too. Maybe Jenner was right....we should've just punched our ticket at the CDC.

Clementine held you head up with her hands.

Clementine: That's another thing I don't believe. Inside, you don't believe that. You're strong, Y/N. You're one of the toughest people I've met. You wouldn't back down from a fight even if it was against the fucking devil himself.

You give a light chuckle.

Clementine: It's like you said, we just have to keep moving and make the best of it. We'll make it.

You look up at Clementine, and gaze into her eyes.

You remember the first day you met her, finding her in her neighborhood and holding you at gunpoint. She's been by your side ever since the camp at the quarry. You've both made each other better, you feel Clementine has made you better more so.

You: Thank god for you, Clementine.

You lean in and kiss her. It gets more passionate as seconds go by, as the two of you begin using more of your tongues. You begin taking off your shirt, and help Clementine take off her sweater.

The both of you lay down on the cot. Clementine gets on top of you as you two continue kissing. After days of just the two of you being on the road, feeling lonely and guilty, this was worth it.

••

The next day, the two of you continued on moving north. You were nearing a town called Sophia. The name brought a smile to your face.

There was silence as the two of you walked, until Clementine brought up a strange question.

Clementine: Was that your first time?

You turned to her, and immediately knew what she meant. You rubbed your fingers against the stock of your rifle.

You scoffed.

You: What? No, of course not....

After a moment, you retracted your statement.

You: ....yeah it was.

Clementine chuckled.

Clementine: It was mine, too.

You nod.

You: Really? Huh, that's cool I guess.

You didn't know what to say, but in your mind, the night before was one of the best you've had. Clementine felt the same way.

You continued on down the street of the town, and saw an abandoned fire station. The two of you decided to check there for anything useful.

You raised your rifle as you looked around the lobby. On the floor, you saw empty cans. They looked recently used.

You motion at Clementine to move into the next room while you check the fire engine garage.

You enter the empty garage. A part of you expected to see a fire truck, which would've been cool.

You heard commotion in a room within the garage. You go over and check inside. You see the tip of somebody's shoe peeking out behind a crate.

You: Come out. Hands up.

A young African American with dreadlocks comes out with his hands up.

???: Don't shoot, man.

You're about to say something, but you hear the cock of a gun behind you.

???: Put the gun down, son.

You immediately lower your rifle, and place it on the floor.

???: Turn around, slowly.

You follow his order, and see the older African American man aiming his handgun at you.

???: What are you doing around these parts?

You: I'm just moving along. I didn't know this was your place. I'm sorry.

The man looks at you, then at the young man behind you. He figures you're not a threat, and lowers his gun.

???: Louis, hand the young man his rifle. Carefully.

Louis bends over and picks up your gun. He hands it to you, and you hold it in a non-threatening way.

???: What's your name, son?

You were willing to tell him. You were willing to meet new people.

You: Y/N....Y/N L/N.

The man nods and holds out his hand.

Lee: Lee Everett.