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The forest around her was silent but for the sound of shuffling feet’s and the occasional rasping growl. As she walked between the trees, Clementine took in her surrounding with her one good eye but saw little of interest. Before her as far as she could see, there were only trees, bushes and a few other plants that were – as far as she knew – not edible and therefore not worthy of note. The thought of something to eat clawed at the back of her mind. Clementine tried to ignore it, but as the hours past it was becoming harder and harder to do so.

From behind her came a low rasping growl that was much closer than the others before it had been. She looked back over her shoulder at the small group shuffling along behind her. The newest edition to the group, a man that had joined them a few hours ago – making the group’s total number fourteen – had overtaken the others and was now in the lead behind her. In comparison to the other members of her group, this one was fairly fresh, probably only been dead a week or so.

If there was one thing Clementine had learned over the past two years wandering the world of the walking dead, it was that the younger and fresher walkers were always stronger and faster than the older ones, which explained why this one was catching up to her. They also had better hearing. Had she made to much noise? Was that why it was trying to catch up to her? Clementine moved a few steps to her right to see if she got a reaction. She eyed the walker for several more seconds, but when he did not change his course to follow her she breathed a silent sigh of relief. She turned away from the shambling corpse and instead focused her gaze on the small nearly overgrown path ahead of her.

Even though she had spent much of the past three months walking with or through walker groups and herds they still unnerved her. In no small part because she knew that if she made too much noise in their presence they would try to eat her. But the biggest reason was because they reminded her of what she could have become.

It had happened almost two years after Savannah. Having not found Krista or Omid at the train where Lee had told her they would be, Clementine had wandered around the outskirts of the city but had been unable to find them anywhere. Reluctantly – but seeing no other choice – Clementine had struck out on her own. The past two years had been hard for her, but with the skills she had learned from Lee and a great deal of luck, she had managed to survive. She had done as Lee had told her and stayed away from the cities. But three months ago, her luck had finally run out. After several days with little to no food, Clementine had become desperate enough to break her promise to Lee and went to the edge of a large town.

She had been in the process of leaving a house she had been searching through when she was attacked by a walker that had been cut in half and had been crawling along the ground in the tall uncut grass, dragging its guts along behind it. Before she had even noticed it was there, it had grabbed her ankle and tripped her. Despite her attempt to fight it off, it had managed to crawl on top of her. The next thing Clementine knew was pain the like of which she had never felt before as the thing sunk its broken teeth into her left cheek.

Even now three month later, Clementine didn’t know how or where she found the strength to push the thing off of her and kill it with her gun. But the damage had already been done, she had been bitten. Not ones but several times on the left side of her face, neck and shoulder. She had been in such an adrenaline driven shock that she didn’t notice how badly she had been wounded until several seconds after she had killed the damned thing and saw that most of her clothes were covered in her own blood.

She unconsciously moved her hand to her left cheek where much of the skin had been ripped off. Her fingers gently touched the exposed muscle tissue. It didn’t hurt although by rights it should. She moved her hand along the wounds on her cheek down the side of her neck and to her shoulder but felt no pain there either. It had become a bad habit of hers since the attack to touch her bite wounds, to see if they were healing. They weren’t of course, and they never would, of that Clementine was now certain. Since the attack, Clementine had suffered several minor wounds throughout her journey and all of them had healed. But the bite wounds themselves only healed enough to stop the bleeding and nothing more.

Clementine didn’t know why her body would heal cuts and scraped skin but refused to grow scar tissue over her cheek and neck. The obvious and simplest answer would be because it was a bite wound from a walker. After all, their bites were supposed to infect and kill people so that they could rise again as more walkers. But that was perhaps the strangest thing of all, the bite that was supposed to mean certain death hadn’t killed her, she was still alive.

How did she know? For one, her heart was still beating within her chest, which was something it wouldn’t do if she was dead. She still needed to breathe as well. But she wasn’t completely alive either, the bite had changed her. Her skin had taken on a corpse like paleness and she hardly felt pain anymore. Her left eye had turned completely milky white like that of a walker and she could barely see with it at all.

Her body had also started to smell like the corpse rot of a walker, that was why they didn’t attack her. Although she was used to the horrible stench by now, when she had first notice it however, she had panicked. At the time, she had thought that her wounds had started to rot – which thankfully they hadn’t – and tried to get rid of the smell by washing herself. But no matter how clean she got or how much she scrubbed, the smell persisted, and, in the end, she gave up and accepted the fact that she would forever smell like the corpses she was now walking with.

Not for the first time she wondered why? Why hadn’t she died when so many others had? Why didn’t Lee, Duck, Sandra or her parents survive their bites when she did? She would probably never know the answer. It was probably for the best that they hadn’t, her existence was not something she’d wish on anyone, not even the stranger that had tricked and kidnapped her. She looked and smelled like a walker. And even if by some miracle no one shot her on sight, they would not want to have anything to do with her. After all, she wasn’t fully human anymore.

Clementine was brought out of her thoughts by her stomach rumbling. She had hardly eaten anything for two days and her mouth felt dry from lack of water. Her hunger was another thing that had also changed. If she got too hungry she would start to lose control over herself. First, she would have difficulties focusing, then she would start forgetting things until she could hardly even remember her own name or how to speak and if it went on longer than that she would blackout. She had only had those blackouts a few times over the past months and each time when she had woken up again, she had killed and eaten something. Mostly rat’s and squirrels, but also…a human.

The memory of kneeling over that woman with the other walkers and tearing into her flesh still gave Clementine nightmares. Although she had at first been depressed by it, she was now very happy that she no longer could taste anything. The thought of the taste of blood, raw meat and god knows what else she tore out of that poor woman and put in her mouth disgusted her more than the cannibals at the St John’s farm ever did. Ever since that blackout, Clementine could hardly stand the sight of meat anymore and did her best to not lose herself again. But as time passed, it became harder and harder to find something to eat and the hunger was always there, gnawing at the back of her mind, waiting.

At the thought of food her stomach made another rumbling sound. Her head also felt very heavy. Stopping in her tracks, Clementine looked around, blinked a few times and lightly shook her head. She was no longer on the path. She looked over her shoulder but couldn’t see it anywhere behind her. She must have walked off it a good while back without noticing it. The hunger must be starting to affect her again, she was losing focus. She needed to stop thinking about the past and concentrate on the here and now. She looked around, wondering if she should try doubling back to find the path again or choose a new direction to go when she saw something that she had not seen before that made her heart quicken.

In the distance was the flickering light of a fire burning. The ground was still wet from last night’s rain. No fire could have started on its own after that downpour, which meant this fire was man made. If there were people alive out here, they probably had food. Clementine hesitated for a second on what she should do. Should she move on or try to get some food from the people by the fire? Before she could decide however, the hunger that had been gnawing at the back of her mind reared its ugly head again. It took all of Clementine’s willpower to not lose herself to the now oh so familiar urge to eat flesh. She needed to eat something before she lost her mind.

Clementine turned and began walking towards the light. She let a rasping growl escape her throat and heard the other walkers behind her change course to follow. Clementine hated herself for what she was about to do, just like she had hated herself all the other time she had lured walkers towards people so that she could steal what they had. She silently prayed that they would run instead of fight and leave some of their food behind. They probably wouldn’t, and she would have to search what was left of their corpses, but she could always hope.

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Commissioned by: . Clementine from The Walking dead game.

The forest around her was silent but for the sound of shuffling feet’s and the occasional rasping growl. As she walked between the trees, Clementine took in her surrounding with her one good eye but saw little of interest. Before her as far as she could see, there were only trees, bushes and a few other plants that were – as far as she knew – not edible and therefore not worthy of note. The thought of something to eat clawed at the back of her mind. Clementine tried to ignore it, but as the hours past it was becoming harder and harder to do so.

From behind her came a low rasping growl that was much closer than the others before it had been. She looked back over her shoulder at the small group shuffling along behind her. The newest edition to the group, a man that had joined them a few hours ago – making the group’s total number fourteen – had overtaken the others and was now in the lead behind her. In comparison to the other members of her group, this one was fairly fresh, probably only been dead a week or so.

If there was one thing Clementine had learned over the past two years wandering the world of the walking dead, it was that the younger and fresher walkers were always stronger and faster than the older ones, which explained why this one was catching up to her. They also had better hearing. Had she made to much noise? Was that why it was trying to catch up to her? Clementine moved a few steps to her right to see if she got a reaction. She eyed the walker for several more seconds, but when he did not change his course to follow her she breathed a silent sigh of relief. She turned away from the shambling corpse and instead focused her gaze on the small nearly overgrown path ahead of her.

Even though she had spent much of the past three months walking with or through walker groups and herds they still unnerved her. In no small part because she knew that if she made too much noise in their presence they would try to eat her. But the biggest reason was because they reminded her of what she could have become.

It had happened almost two years after Savannah. Having not found Krista or Omid at the train where Lee had told her they would be, Clementine had wandered around the outskirts of the city but had been unable to find them anywhere. Reluctantly – but seeing no other choice – Clementine had struck out on her own. The past two years had been hard for her, but with the skills she had learned from Lee and a great deal of luck, she had managed to survive. She had done as Lee had told her and stayed away from the cities. But three months ago, her luck had finally run out. After several days with little to no food, Clementine had become desperate enough to break her promise to Lee and went to the edge of a large town.

She had been in the process of leaving a house she had been searching through when she was attacked by a walker that had been cut in half and had been crawling along the ground in the tall uncut grass, dragging its guts along behind it. Before she had even noticed it was there, it had grabbed her ankle and tripped her. Despite her attempt to fight it off, it had managed to crawl on top of her. The next thing Clementine knew was pain the like of which she had never felt before as the thing sunk its broken teeth into her left cheek.

Even now three month later, Clementine didn’t know how or where she found the strength to push the thing off of her and kill it with her gun. But the damage had already been done, she had been bitten. Not ones but several times on the left side of her face, neck and shoulder. She had been in such an adrenaline driven shock that she didn’t notice how badly she had been wounded until several seconds after she had killed the damned thing and saw that most of her clothes were covered in her own blood.

She unconsciously moved her hand to her left cheek where much of the skin had been ripped off. Her fingers gently touched the exposed muscle tissue. It didn’t hurt although by rights it should. She moved her hand along the wounds on her cheek down the side of her neck and to her shoulder but felt no pain there either. It had become a bad habit of hers since the attack to touch her bite wounds, to see if they were healing. They weren’t of course, and they never would, of that Clementine was now certain. Since the attack, Clementine had suffered several minor wounds throughout her journey and all of them had healed. But the bite wounds themselves only healed enough to stop the bleeding and nothing more.

Clementine didn’t know why her body would heal cuts and scraped skin but refused to grow scar tissue over her cheek and neck. The obvious and simplest answer would be because it was a bite wound from a walker. After all, their bites were supposed to infect and kill people so that they could rise again as more walkers. But that was perhaps the strangest thing of all, the bite that was supposed to mean certain death hadn’t killed her, she was still alive.

How did she know? For one, her heart was still beating within her chest, which was something it wouldn’t do if she was dead. She still needed to breathe as well. But she wasn’t completely alive either, the bite had changed her. Her skin had taken on a corpse like paleness and she hardly felt pain anymore. Her left eye had turned completely milky white like that of a walker and she could barely see with it at all.

Her body had also started to smell like the corpse rot of a walker, that was why they didn’t attack her. Although she was used to the horrible stench by now, when she had first notice it however, she had panicked. At the time, she had thought that her wounds had started to rot – which thankfully they hadn’t – and tried to get rid of the smell by washing herself. But no matter how clean she got or how much she scrubbed, the smell persisted, and, in the end, she gave up and accepted the fact that she would forever smell like the corpses she was now walking with.

Not for the first time she wondered why? Why hadn’t she died when so many others had? Why didn’t Lee, Duck, Sandra or her parents survive their bites when she did? She would probably never know the answer. It was probably for the best that they hadn’t, her existence was not something she’d wish on anyone, not even the stranger that had tricked and kidnapped her. She looked and smelled like a walker. And even if by some miracle no one shot her on sight, they would not want to have anything to do with her. After all, she wasn’t fully human anymore.

Clementine was brought out of her thoughts by her stomach rumbling. She had hardly eaten anything for two days and her mouth felt dry from lack of water. Her hunger was another thing that had also changed. If she got too hungry she would start to lose control over herself. First, she would have difficulties focusing, then she would start forgetting things until she could hardly even remember her own name or how to speak and if it went on longer than that she would blackout. She had only had those blackouts a few times over the past months and each time when she had woken up again, she had killed and eaten something. Mostly rat’s and squirrels, but also…a human.

The memory of kneeling over that woman with the other walkers and tearing into her flesh still gave Clementine nightmares. Although she had at first been depressed by it, she was now very happy that she no longer could taste anything. The thought of the taste of blood, raw meat and god knows what else she tore out of that poor woman and put in her mouth disgusted her more than the cannibals at the St John’s farm ever did. Ever since that blackout, Clementine could hardly stand the sight of meat anymore and did her best to not lose herself again. But as time passed, it became harder and harder to find something to eat and the hunger was always there, gnawing at the back of her mind, waiting.

At the thought of food her stomach made another rumbling sound. Her head also felt very heavy. Stopping in her tracks, Clementine looked around, blinked a few times and lightly shook her head. She was no longer on the path. She looked over her shoulder but couldn’t see it anywhere behind her. She must have walked off it a good while back without noticing it. The hunger must be starting to affect her again, she was losing focus. She needed to stop thinking about the past and concentrate on the here and now. She looked around, wondering if she should try doubling back to find the path again or choose a new direction to go when she saw something that she had not seen before that made her heart quicken.

In the distance was the flickering light of a fire burning. The ground was still wet from last night’s rain. No fire could have started on its own after that downpour, which meant this fire was man made. If there were people alive out here, they probably had food. Clementine hesitated for a second on what she should do. Should she move on or try to get some food from the people by the fire? Before she could decide however, the hunger that had been gnawing at the back of her mind reared its ugly head again. It took all of Clementine’s willpower to not lose herself to the now oh so familiar urge to eat flesh. She needed to eat something before she lost her mind.

Clementine turned and began walking towards the light. She let a rasping growl escape her throat and heard the other walkers behind her change course to follow. Clementine hated herself for what she was about to do, just like she had hated herself all the other time she had lured walkers towards people so that she could steal what they had. She silently prayed that they would run instead of fight and leave some of their food behind. They probably wouldn’t, and she would have to search what was left of their corpses, but she could always hope.

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