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"So...Clementine." Carl said.

She nodded once, "And...your Caleb?"

Carl shook his head, "Carl Grimes..." he said shifting his weight as he sat.

She nodded once again.

The Walkers outside cried out and moaned trying to get in at whatever flesh covered beings were inside, but Carl and the girl just sat as if it was the wind howling.

"You with anyone?" Carl asked.

She nodded a little, "I was. Are you?"

Carl sighed rubbing his hand on his gun hand, "I'm looking for my dad and my little sister."

Clementine stopped her train of thought, then looked up at the boy.

"Oh!"

Carl looked back at her, "Have you seen anyone walking down the road by here?"

She shook her head, "Sorry I haven't...you're the first person I've seen in days."

"Who did you see before that?" Carl asked.

"Just some men...." Clementine said looking at her boots again. "I don't think any of them would've been your dad."

"Oh..." Carl said, "Did they give you trouble?"

Clementine shrugged, "I avoided them, they didn't find me. Is it just you and your dad and sister?"

Carl nodded.

"I'm sorry, I lost my mother too, and my father." she said.

Carl made eye contact with her which they both kept for a long while as if they were siphoning off each others understanding of each other.

"So who were you with before?" he asked, checking his magazine's amount of bullets.

She bit the side of her lip, "Two nice people, they were friends of...well, the man who took care of me after my parents left." Carl tilted his head.

"Closest thing I had to a dad after that." she expounded.

"I see." Carl said, "Is he still around or...?"

She shook her head looking at her boots again.

Carl saw a fly buzzing on his knee and didn't even flick it off.

"How long have you been looking for them?" Carl asked.

"About a month." she replied.

"And you think they're out there?" Carl asked.

She looked at the teaming hands trying to get through the fortified window.

"I don't think they know I'm out there..." she said honestly, "But yes, I'm pretty sure they're headed towards Louisiana. They need medicine for the baby."

"Baby?" Carl said. She cocked her brow at him. "Your sister small too?" she asked. He nodded, and saw her actually smile, oddly enough it some how lit up the darkened shelter a little.

"You think they could be in Louisiana too?" she asked.

Carl shrugged, "Maybe. How old's your sister, er...your...?"

Clementine let her smile remain, "Almost 1 and a half. Theresa."

"Judith." Carl said. "8 months."

"Well then..." Clementine said, "Guess that settles it, we're finding a way out of here aren't we?"

Carl bit his lips together and stood up, "Suppose so..."

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"So...Clementine." Carl said.

She nodded once, "And...your Caleb?"

Carl shook his head, "Carl Grimes..." he said shifting his weight as he sat.

She nodded once again.

The Walkers outside cried out and moaned trying to get in at whatever flesh covered beings were inside, but Carl and the girl just sat as if it was the wind howling.

"You with anyone?" Carl asked.

She nodded a little, "I was. Are you?"

Carl sighed rubbing his hand on his gun hand, "I'm looking for my dad and my little sister."

Clementine stopped her train of thought, then looked up at the boy.

"Oh!"

Carl looked back at her, "Have you seen anyone walking down the road by here?"

She shook her head, "Sorry I haven't...you're the first person I've seen in days."

"Who did you see before that?" Carl asked.

"Just some men...." Clementine said looking at her boots again. "I don't think any of them would've been your dad."

"Oh..." Carl said, "Did they give you trouble?"

Clementine shrugged, "I avoided them, they didn't find me. Is it just you and your dad and sister?"

Carl nodded.

"I'm sorry, I lost my mother too, and my father." she said.

Carl made eye contact with her which they both kept for a long while as if they were siphoning off each others understanding of each other.

"So who were you with before?" he asked, checking his magazine's amount of bullets.

She bit the side of her lip, "Two nice people, they were friends of...well, the man who took care of me after my parents left." Carl tilted his head.

"Closest thing I had to a dad after that." she expounded.

"I see." Carl said, "Is he still around or...?"

She shook her head looking at her boots again.

Carl saw a fly buzzing on his knee and didn't even flick it off.

"How long have you been looking for them?" Carl asked.

"About a month." she replied.

"And you think they're out there?" Carl asked.

She looked at the teaming hands trying to get through the fortified window.

"I don't think they know I'm out there..." she said honestly, "But yes, I'm pretty sure they're headed towards Louisiana. They need medicine for the baby."

"Baby?" Carl said. She cocked her brow at him. "Your sister small too?" she asked. He nodded, and saw her actually smile, oddly enough it some how lit up the darkened shelter a little.

"You think they could be in Louisiana too?" she asked.

Carl shrugged, "Maybe. How old's your sister, er...your...?"

Clementine let her smile remain, "Almost 1 and a half. Theresa."

"Judith." Carl said. "8 months."

"Well then..." Clementine said, "Guess that settles it, we're finding a way out of here aren't we?"

Carl bit his lips together and stood up, "Suppose so..."