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“Last Survivor” -- Walking Dead / We’re Alive Crossover (Carley is found and saved.)

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This is a crossover fanfic with the “Walking Dead” game and “We're Alive” a podcast show. Those who are not familiar with We’re Alive, it is more like survivors battling the monsters from 28 Days Later and Left 4 Dead than facing the undead in a typical zombie apocalypse movie.

Unfortunately, the characters from We’re Alive are all situated in Los Angeles and I had to move them into Georgia to make this work.

And yes, Carley survives the gunshot in this one. If you don’t like it then write your own story. :p

FF.Net Link: Last Survivors

Feedback is needed. ;)


Chapter One: Wounds

"She... She.... She's dead! Why did she shoot her?"

"Get in! We're leaving this crazy bitch."

"Carley..."

"Lee, she's gone. You heard Ben, you can't help her. Get in or do I have to drag you!"

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She woke as if coming out of a deep sleep to find herself face down in the dirt.

What happened?

Almost immediately she felt a painful burning sensation in her left cheek and eye. Her head started to throb as she tried to move her limbs.

Shit. I feel like crap. What happened?

Slowly she pushed herself up and that's when she noticed something else was wrong. She couldn't see out of her left eye. It was night but the moon and stars were out and giving off enough light to see out of her right eye but something was wrong with her left.

Fighting down her panic, she reached up and touched the left side of her face. When she pulled her hand back she found it to be covered in blood. Almost shaking in fear now, she looked around to find herself on the side of a long stretch of a road, lined with trees on either side.

How did I get here?

Then she heard them, the slow shuffling of feet through piles of fallen leaves and the bone chilling constant low moaning. Like right out of a foreboding bad dream, three walkers emerged out from the shadows of the trees, heading straight towards her.

Carley rose to her feet to flee but she almost blacked out from the effort. The sudden movement caused new pain to surged through her head, making it feel like it was about to split open.

The walkers closed in on their new prey.

No, get up and move!

Through sheer will and much fear for her life, Carley started to run as best as she could but her aching head made it almost impossible and for some reason her body had so little strength to give. At most, all she could manage was a fast walk down the road. Carley fumbled inside her coat for her gun but came up empty. The situation was growing from bad to worse.

I'm injured, most likely seriously, no weapon and being chased by walkers. Which one will do me in first?

Looking behind, one of the three walkers was actually gaining on her. Carley tried to move faster but every step felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to her already throbbing head.

The fast walker behind her sounded so close now that she didn't dare look back. Exhaustion was overtaking her and Carley started to cry from her good eye. Maybe it would be better to stop running and let it end now than drag this out needlessly.

Then there was a light from behind and the sound of an engine. A vehicle was approaching and it filled Carley with unexpected hope to keep moving. The vehicle was loud as it sped up and swerved around them to pass on her left. Carley looked and her jaw dropped. It was a humvee! An honestly to goodness US military humvee.

Still trying to keep ahead of the pursuing walkers, Carley tried to wave and call to them but she couldn’t catch her breath to shout. Worse, probably in her condition and in the dark they might think she was a walker too. Even in the gloom of night, she could see faces inside the vehicle windows looking out but they were already passing to accelerate away.

With all she had left, Carley finally screamed out. "PLEASE HELP ME!!!"

This caused her head ache even more but it made the humvee screeched to a halt about fifty feet ahead of her. The front side passenger door flew open and a man jumped out. It was too dark to make out his face but the outline of his body showed that he was dressed head to toe in full military combat gear. In his hands, he cradled an assault rifle. At that moment he was the most beautiful sight in the world to Carley.

He took a step towards her as he brought his weapon up. "If you are living, GET DOWN!" The man barked.

Carley almost nodded as she dropped to the hard pavement. An instant later, she heard three loud cracks from his discharging weapon. When her ears stopped ringing seconds later, the moaning of the walkers that had been dogging her from behind had been permanently silenced. Still on her hands and knees and gasping for breath, Carley couldn't stop shaking, unable to believe she was rescued. She then heard more voices coming from the vehicle.

"Watch the tree line!" A powerful and rough older voice commanded. "But shoot only if you have to!"

"I got it!" A much youthful male voice answered back.

Carley then heard people approaching. Lifting her head, she saw the soldier and next to him a woman in plain civilian clothing hurrying to her with flashlights. When they reached her, they shined their lights right into Carley's face, nearly blinding her. Her two would be rescuers actually paused in shock which scared Carley.

How bad are my injuries?

For a moment she feared they would turn around and abandon her.

"Please, don't leave me." Her plead was feeble and weak but she nearly at the end of her rope, her strength fading and she was terrified of dying out here alone.

The woman snapped out of it first and spoke with a gentle French accent. "We won’t." She knelt down next to her, taking Carley's hand into hers before turning to the soldier. "Angel, help me."

However, the soldier still hesitated before kneeling down before Carley, studying her damaged face with his flashlight.

“Wait.” He was more professional sounding and asked Carley direct. “Were you bitten?”

“I don’t know…” Carley muttered. She couldn’t remember what happened to her, her headache was getting even worse. “I was with a group at this motel and we were attacked by bandits. We escaped but… everything is a blank after that. Help me… please… please…”

Angel nodded and looked to the French woman. “Riley, this looks like a messy gunshot wound and not a bite. Let’s chance it.”

I was shot? I need a mirror to see how bad it is.

From the humvee, the young voice called to them. "I would hurry you two! We're doubled park and I'm seeing a ton of movement in the trees!"

Riley and Angel each took an arm and helped Carley to their vehicle and quickly placed her in the back. All the way to the humvee, Carley was almost delirious with gratitude, thanking them over and over. She wanted to kiss them.

Inside, Carley collapsed into her seat in a mixture of relief and exhaustion as the French woman took her place next to her on her right. To Carley’s left a large and older man with no hair and a grey beard, dressed in civilian cloths climbed in.

To the front, Angel hurried around into the passenger seat as the driver slide back behind the wheel pulling a pair of night vision goggles from his face. He turned back to them and he was a young black man, dressed in full combat gear like Angel.

"How is our..." He stopped when he looked at Carley and saw her face and nearly exclaimed. “Holy... Is she going to be all right?”

Carley could barely keep her good eye open now. On second thought, I don’t want that mirror.

"Just drive Saul." The French woman said urgently, as she reached in the back compartment for the first aid kit. “Burt, help me dress her wound.”

The older man leaned in closer to help Riley tend to Carley’s damaged face before saying in a gruff voice. “Radio ahead and warn them we have wounded coming in.”

“I’m already on it.” Angel said.

The humvee pulled away as dozens of walkers piled out onto the road from the forest. They mindlessly tried to follow the military vehicle as its taillights grew smaller into the night before disappearing around a bend in the road.

tbc

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  • Someone needs to hire you as a story writer, PRONTO. ;D

  • This story is really great. I'm really looking forward to see how Lee reacts to seeing Carley alive with some military folks. (And an eye patch) Hope to see the next chapter soon.

  • Chapter Nine... Oh, how I hate you. :) After a few rewrites and one computer glitch that ate two pages, it is done. I wanted to get this posted before Wednesday and see what happens in episode five of TWD game. What occurs there will probably effect want I will write in Chapter Ten. Anyways, thanks for the feedback and I will start Chapter Ten ASAP. ;)

    Chapter Nine: Fatal hope

    I found them.

    Carley continued to repeat the words in her mind. She could scarcely believe it even as she held Clementine in her arms. Driving through the main gate of the Nest, the exhausted little girl was fast asleep, her head resting comfortably against Carley’s right shoulder.

    Pulling up close as they could to the mansion, Angel and Michael carried Lee inside while Carley carried a still sleeping Clementine right behind them. Not too surprising, bringing in two survivors gathered much attention from the Nest‘s inhabitants, the especially the child that Carley held. One of the sad facts was that there were no children here. The youngest person they had was nineteen. It seemed that single people did better surviving than entire families, simply because the ‘lone wolf’ types could immediately pack up and run with nothing slowing them down.

    Once inside, Lee was taken to Doctor Cottle while Carley took Clementine to another room to wait. The little girl was still asleep as Carley gently placed her on a couch but she stirred as the older woman started removing her winter cap and heavy coat.

    “Lee?” A sleepy eyed Clementine whispered, looking around at her new strange surroundings.

    “He’s being cared for right now,” Carley assured her as she reached for a nearby folded blanket opening . “We have a doctor.”

    The little girl didn’t put up much of a struggle as Carley gently laid her down and covered her with the blanket. “I’ll be right back.” The older woman promised as she stood up.

    Suddenly, Clementine sat up and grabbed her arm, pleading. “Stay.”

    All Carley wanted to do was to check on Lee and didn’t feel confident in bring Clementine along in case his condition took a turn for the worse. But listening to the girl’s heartfelt plea and staring into those imploring eyes, Carley couldn’t refuse.

    “Alright,” The older woman smiled before sitting down on the couch next to her. Clementine moved closer to rest her head on Carley’s lap.

    Carley could see the little girl was indeed very tired after watching over Lee for two days and at the very least, she could return the favor and watch over her for a few hours. Carley gently stroked her fingers through Clementine’s short hair and in moments, the little girl was fast asleep again.

    It must have been a nightmare being outside in the cold and after dark with the threat of walkers possibly appearing at any moment. Carley thought with a shudder. She was an adult and just the idea of confronting that scenario by herself scared her.

    Carley really wanted to ask some questions, like what did Clementine meant by Ben and Kenny’s family being gone? Were they dead or did they somehow get separated? What the hell happened in Savannah? Well, the questions could wait a while longer and she would enjoy sometime with the girl in peace and quiet.

    Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door and Carley looked up expecting it to be Michael or Dr. Cottle himself bringing news on Lee but instead it was Lizzy.

    The blonde woman grinned gleefully. “Oh God, its true!”

    Carley raised a finger to her lips, urging her to be silent and not wake Clementine. Then to her surprise when Lizzy walked in, she was immediately followed by Pegs, Kelly and Riley. They all wanted to see the Nest’s newest and youngest resident.

    “Just look at her.” Lizzy whispered excitedly.

    Pegs covered her mouth as she eagerly agreed. “She’s so adorable looking.”

    Carley just shook her head in disbelief, whispering sternly. “She’s not a unicorn! Get a hold of yourselves.” The last thing she wanted was for Clementine to wake up and find a bunch of strangers staring at her.

    “She might as well be,” Kelly replied matter of factly. “Unlike you, we haven’t seen a child in almost a year.”

    “I might be guilty of wanting to see her again too,” Riley said confessed. “But I also got news, Doctor Cottle said Lee is stable but he has a concussion.”

    Carley glanced down at Clementine to make sure she was still asleep before asking. “So, he has no idea when he might wake up?”

    Riley shook her head. “No but beyond being dehydrated the doctor said he’s okay for the time being but...”

    The French woman hesitated and Carley grew increasingly concerned. “But what?”

    “We have another problem.” Riley started.

    ***

    Michael was not having a good day as he approached the meeting hall. It was barely an hour after they returned to the Nest with Clementine and Lee when Burt notified him of some rumblings within their camp. Bringing in new people always raises concerns about the place being able to continue sustaining itself with dwindling food resources. Michael had to deal with it now before it got out of hand and he wasn’t surprised to find out who was stirring things up.

    Stepping into the meeting hall with Burt in tow, Michael saw Chad with his supporters, five men and three women. That was about a quarter of the total number of people here.

    Over the months since establishing themselves here, there was always a bit of a power struggle for control of the Nest. First it was Kelly with her objection over Michael’s leadership and him having the final say over everything. Michael even bumped heads with Burt on a few occasions over important decisions but since he started delegating tasks and responsibilities to everyone, things had improved.

    However, it still wasn’t good enough for Chad. Michael and the others could see that he wanted to be in charge and challenged Michael at every opportunity. Bringing in two extra mouths to feed was one of those times. There was some grumblings over the addition of Carley months ago but she was a woman and of the 32 people here, only 12 were female. As Burt put it, a dame famine can be just as bad as the lack of food over an extended long period of time.

    Michael knew that Chad was no fool and he was able to get people stirred up with fear mongering. Food was tight but it was far from critical, unfortunately empty bellies or the threat of it could get people to do things they wouldn‘t normal do. One concerned was that Chad wasn’t a good listener or team player with his own ideas of getting things done. Michael would hate to see if he was put in charge of the Nest and even Kelly recognized how unwise it would be with him calling the shots.

    Let’s try to keep it civil. Michael thought before taking in a calming breath to speak evenly. “What is the problem?”

    Chad just glared at the army sergeant before folding his arms across his chest. “Just how many strays are you planning to keep bringing in here?”

    Screw with keeping things civil!

    “Strange,” Michael said, returning Chad’s stare. “You were a stray too when we let you in with everyone else here in those initial weeks.”

    “That was different,” Chad retorted. “Food is getting scarce now and you are out there playing hero to every sorry soul you find.”

    “That’s right. I’m out there and risking my neck while you just stand there criticizing everything I do.”

    “What the fuck are you talking about,” Chad just stared angrily at Michael. “I go out there too.”

    “How many times have you gone out there in the last month looking for supplies?” Michael challenged. “Meanwhile, Carley, our newest member has constantly volunteered to go out there time and again and put her life on the line for the rest of us. If you had your way you would have kicked her out long ago!”

    “You’re changing the subject. We’re not talking about Burt’s little pet.”

    “What are you talking about?” Burt grumbled aloud, being suddenly brought into this argument.

    “You’re tight about handing out guns but she’s now permitted to walk around with a sidearm.” Chad said.

    “Because she’s responsible and I trust her which is far more than I can say about you, you piece of shit!” Burt fired back.

    Chad laughed “More like she willing to tow the line in your little empire here.”

    “Fuck you!” Burt moved to break the man in half when Michael stepped between them.

    “Enough!” The army sergeant shouted before focusing on Chad and the others again. “Yes, we found two survivors, an injured man and an eight year old girl that was with him. Are you suggesting we turn them away?”

    “Wait,” A woman in Chad’s group spoke up. “We’re just concerned about supplies. No one is suggesting throwing out a child...”

    “I’ll handle this,” Chad interrupted her. “Of course the little girl can stay but how many more can we take?”

    “We have enough food and we’re planning to help expand Peg’s garden.” Michael said. “There is no reason for you to cause a panic.”

    “Panic? What if we have a dry season?” Chad questioned tightly. “What good is her garden then? We sure can’t hunt because the walkers are busy eating everything living outside these walls.”

    “We have the pool and several rivers for water nearby.” Michael countered.

    “I say we can’t take the risk. We should put this to a vote if the adult can stay," Chad demanded. "From what I understand he isn‘t even family to the girl.”

    Michael took a step towards him. “There will be no vote because you are not throwing anyone out.”

    “You see!” Chad turned to face his supporters. “They behave like our overlords refusing to listen and putting us all in danger! We need to look after our own first because no one else will come to our rescue!”

    Chad suddenly saw that their attention was not on him but at the door entrance to the meeting hall. He looked to see Carley standing there holding hands with Clementine, as the little girl peeked from behind the older woman’s leg.

    “No, please go on.” Carley said dryly to everyone but her full attention was on Chad. “But while you are all debating the fate of this man, please know he risked everything to protect this little girl and he has a name, it’s Lee. You should all know that.”

    With that, Carley reached down and picked up Clementine before walking away. Michael saw that Carley’s and Clementine’s appearance took some steam out of everyone, shaming them a little, including Chad. He quickly took an advantage of it.

    “No one is getting thrown out and no one is going to starve. That’s my promise,” Michael said calmly. “Now, is there anything else?”

    Michael just stared at Chad, daring him to say another word. After a moment of silence, the army sergeant simply looked at everyone else. “Good, we’re done here.”

    Leaving the meeting hall, Michael was closely followed by Burt.

    “He has a point,” Burt said. “If we have a drought, it will make life a lot harder for us.”

    “You don’t think that thought has been on my mind all winter.” Michael replied under his breath. “We have been lucky so far and I would like to keep it that way. If things gets bad, people will start losing hope.”

    “You know what we really need?”

    “What?”

    “A few Amish survivors.” Burt declared.

    Michael gave the ex-marine a confused stare. Was that a joke? But Burt was serious.

    “I’m not kidding. Sure they dress oddly but their need to cling to the 1800 century sure makes them more adaptable to our situation without missing much of a beat.”

    “Or a library.” Michael suddenly uttered outloud.

    “What?”

    “On our next outing, let’s hit some libraries. Just a couple of the right books with the needed information might just save us in the long run.”

    “Hope to find the ‘Living in the Medieval Ages for Dummies‘?” Burt mused aloud.

    “Something like that,” Michael agreed. “We’re lucky to have people like Pegs, Datu and our doctor in our group. Food is important but what are we going to do when our vehicles, generators finally stop working.”

    “I might suggest using horses to get around but I think Chad is definitely right on one point, the walkers probably ate all of them.” Burt muttered. “Soon our light bulbs won’t have anymore electricity to power them and candles sure won’t last forever even though they are a freaking fire hazard.”

    Turning a corner in the hallway, Michael nodded. “Yeah, we could use the Amish saving us right about now.”

    “Or find a good how to book.” Burt chuckled as they entered Doctor Cottles little infirmary located in the corner of the mansion. There they found Carley watching as Dr. Cottle gave Clementine a quick examination. Seeing them enter, Carley walked over to them, looking anxious. Michael raised his hand to calm her.

    “Everything is fine,” He assured her. “You took some of the fight out of them. Thank you for that.”

    Carley smiled in relief. “Well, thank her too,” She gestured to the little girl as Dr. Cottle checked her pulse. “She wanted to help Lee just as much as I did.”

    “They won’t try it again?” Clementine asked worriedly from the chair she was seated on.

    “No they won’t,” Burt promised. “No if me or Shirley have anything to say about that.”

    “Or me,” Dr. Cottle spoke up, looking annoyed. “No one threatens my patients.”

    Clementine smiled at the reassurances as Dr. Cottle finished his examination.

    “There, you are fit as a fiddle.” The doctor declared as Clementine jumped off the chair.

    “Thank you,” The little girl said politely.

    “You’re welcome.” Dr. Cottle beamed with a rare smile.

    “Can we see Lee now?” Clementine asked.

    The doctor hesitated before looking at Carley. “Will you be with her at all times?”

    Carley walked over to Clementine and took her hand into hers. “Of course and I would like to see him too.”

    “He’s just two doors down on your right.” Dr. Cottle said. “Saul is for now watching him . When Chad started his ruckus, he came down immediately and volunteered to guard him as a precaution.”

    “Thanks.” Carley nodded as she led Clementine out of the room.

    Michael watched them leave when he turned to Dr. Cottle. “So doctor, how are our two new arrivals?”

    “The girl is fine,” Dr. Cottle answered. “Unfortunately, Lee is in worse shape.”

    “Considering he was unconscious for two days that is not too surprising.” Burt said.

    “Not just that,” Dr. Cottle replied. “Clementine has a healthy weight for a child of her size and age but Lee is badly malnutritioned besides being dehydrated and he couldn’t get like that in two days.”

    “What are you saying?” The army sergeant asked. “I looked inside their car and I saw cans of food.”

    “How much did you see?” Dr. Cottle questioned.

    “Hmmm,” Michael thought. “Not a lot unless he had more in the trunk.”

    Dr. Cottle nodded. “This Lee fellow had to be skipping meals to keep her feed.”

    “A standup thing he did,” Burt commented. “But a little risky, he would be no good if he became too weak to protect her.”

    “A tough choice but I understand,” Michael said. “Who of us would want to see a child go hungry?”

    “No argument there but it’s still damn risky to cross your fingers and hope for the best,“ Burt then grinned at an amusing thought. “Can we trade Chad in for this Lee guy?”

    Next Chapter: ‘Thirty-Four’

  • You did an awesome job on this chapter. Add the next one soon please.

  • Awesome dude, and also i huge thanks for getting me into "we're alive" i love it! :D

  • Chapter Ten: ‘Thirty-Four’

    As Saul stood guard outside of Lee’s room, smiling at the two figures approaching him in the hallway. “Rooster!” He called. “I see you located at least two of your lost flock from your nest.”

    “Yes I have,” Carley said happily before stopping in front of him to gesture at the little girl standing next to her. “Clementine, this is Saul. Saul, this is Clementine.”

    Seeing the tall black soldier in BDUs, Clementine gave a slight smile and a small salute.

    Saul laughed before snapping to an attention, returning it. “Specialist Saul Tink at your service, ma‘am.”

    “You’re protecting Lee?” Clementine asked.

    “That’s right ma’am,“ Saul nodded. “Nothing is getting by me.”

    “Thank you, Saul.” Carley said gratefully. “I don’t think we have anything to worry from Chad for now but its comforting seeing you here.”

    “Chad is nothing but a …” Saul eyes darted down to Clementine for a moment. “… P.O.S.”

    “Quick save.” Carley smirked.

    “The story of my life,” Saul grinned before jabbing his thumb towards Lee‘s room. “You want to see him?”

    “Please.” Clementine asked politely.

    “I‘ll give you all the time you need but please know that only his right leg is secured to the bed and his arms are not,” Saul warned Carley while gesturing to Clementine. “Just don’t let her get close unless you’re there right beside her.”

    “Thank you again Saul.” Carley nodded before leading Clementine into the room. Inside they found him, seemingly asleep on the bed with an IV unit hooked into his arm, giving his body needed fluids. Lee’s forehead was wrapped with fresh bandages, covering his head wound. Glancing at his chest and even under layers of blankets, Carley could see his chest rising and falling as Lee breathed. Only then she allowed Clementine to get closer.

    Standing next to Lee’s bed, the little girl only stared at the unconscious man and it unnerved Carley a bit. She expected Clementine to cry or say something to try and wake him up but she probably did all of that during the two days they were trapped out in the woods.

    Slowly Carley knelt down next to Clementine and gently hugged her. “He’s going to be okay, Clem. You have to believe it.”

    Clementine just stared at Lee‘s still form on the bed. “I asked your doctor if he’s going to be alright and he only said he’d do what he could.”

    “He’s like that, he doesn’t like making promises,” Carley told her while quietly cursing Dr. Cottle’s inability to lie for once.

    “I understand,” Clementine said softly. “I don’t like it when people lie to me when bad things happen too.”

    Carley looked at the little girl in surprise, seeing how quickly she had matured and changed since the last time she saw her. “You have to hope that he will get better.”

    “I know.”

    Slowly, Clementine sadly turned to face Carley before wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. Carley held her but the little girl didn’t cry and that greatly bothered the former reporter greatly. She knew it was impossible to shield Clementine completely from the horrors of their new world. She was so young but so far, the little girl seemed to be enduring it. Probably, thanks to Lee.

    Carley gently pulled back to look at her. “Clementine, maybe you should get some more sleep. You’re still exhausted and they’ll come for us if Lee’s condition changes.”

    She shook her head, almost pleading. “No, I want to stay here. Don‘t make me leave.”

    “I won’t. You can stay,” Carley promised remembering there were two furniture chairs in the corner of the room. “But let’s sit over here.”

    Carley led Clementine over to the two chairs before sitting down into one. “Here Clem, lets rest here. I’ll take this one and you can…”

    Before Carley knew it, Clementine climbed right up to sit down on her lap and resting her head on the older woman’s shoulder.

    “… make yourself comfortable.”

    This was a surprise to Carley even though she always had been friendly and helpful to Clementine and even looking after her when Lee was away during their time at the motel. Maybe after being out there for in those woods on her own and with Lee being unavailable perhaps Clementine was seeking anything to make her feel safe.

    For a long moment, the little girl was so still and quiet that Carley thought she might have instantly went to sleep but then Clementine spoke, her voice hesitant.

    “Does it hurt?”

    Carley glanced down at Clementine. “What?”

    “Your eye.”

    Carley self-consciously touched her eye patch. “Uh, not anymore. Sometimes I forget about it.”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “No, don’t be.”

    “Lilly did that to you. We all thought you were gone.”

    Carley paused, swallowing hard before gently stroking the little girl’s hair. “I don’t want to talk about it Clem. Just go to sleep.”

    “I understand. There are things I don’t want to talk about either,” Clementine whispered, giving Carley chills. Then Clementine closed her eyes saying, “I’m glad you’re here.”

    “I’m glad you’re here too.” Carley said softly, suddenly feeling more protective of the little girl. Holding Clementine, she sat there for several minutes before her body determined that it needed sleep too and Carley slowly closed her eye.

    ***

    He slowly became aware of the world around him but his thoughts remained trapped elsewhere in a partial dreamlike state.

    Savannah.

    They risked everything to reach it and to find safety, whether it was a boat, food, other survivors like them. Something just to give them some hope, anything but what they found instead was a nightmare, the graves for many in their group before even reaching the city

    He wanted to forget everything. He watched so many people he cared about dying before him and being unable to do anything to prevent it. Clementine was all he had left after escaping that place. What will he do if he can’t protect her? They were running out of food, water, gas and places to run to. They barely survived the winter and now there was nothing left. The dead were everywhere and any other survivors they encountered were just as bad.

    If he could only go back and fix everything. If only…

    Lee opened his eyes and once the haziness cleared from his vision, he found himself in a room and on a bed.

    No. He had to be dreaming still.

    His eyes darted to an IV hooked to his left arm. His throat felt parched as he tried to move and found his body weak as he tried to even lift his head from the pillow. He quickly gave up and tried to speak.

    “Hello?” He called weakly.

    Then Lee saw movement to his left and standing in the doorway staring at him was a black soldier who looked to be just over twenty. The young soldier appeared to be a little startled to see Lee awake. On his belt, he carried a sidearm.

    “It’s okay,” The black soldier said. “You are safe.”

    Safe?

    Lee could scarcely believe in such a thing now. He struggled to clear his throat. “I had a little girl with me…”

    “Clementine? She’s safe and right here.” Then the soldier looked down to the foot of the bed before calling out to the sleeping forms on the chair. Lee had failed to notice yet. “Clementine! Carley!”

    Lee eyes widened in confusion. Did he just say… ?

    ***

    Carley woke to the sound of Saul’s urgent voice. She lifted her head as her good eyelid flickered open when she felt Clementine’s weight suddenly shifting on her lap as the girl leapt off.

    She heard Clementine exclaiming. “LEE!”

    Now fully awake Carley saw that Lee was indeed conscious. Saul was standing over him, smiling as he watched Clementine jumped on the bed, almost landing on their recovering patient.

    Relieved at his recovery, Carley stood up and approached the bed, even as Clementine excitedly hugged a still partially drowsy Lee. In the back of her mind, she was curious how he would react to her.

    ***

    For a moment, Lee thought it had to be a dream. He remembered walking into the woods to get some water for the radiator to their car, then slipping on that icy slope and hitting his head. Now, he was someplace else, somewhere maybe safe with Clementine here with him. It was almost too good to be true.

    The little girl jumped up on his bed, hugging him, saying his name over and over in her happy sing song voice. Clementine sounded happy and looked well cared for. Almost overwhelmed, Lee returned Clementine’s hugs when he saw her approaching into view and time froze.

    Her hair was cut a bit shorter now and dressed in jeans and wearing a purple sweater that looked a few sizes too big on her lithe frame. However, his attention was draw to her face. Where her left eye once was is now covered with a black eye patch and along her left cheek was an ugly looking scar.

    As he stared at her, all he could think was. God! We left… I left her behind alive!

    ***

    The moment that Lee saw Carley, he looked like he saw a ghost. Then the look of shock turned to horror and grief within seconds. Carley knew what he was thinking and quickly hurried to him, kneeling down beside the bed, grabbing one of his hands.

    “No, do not blame yourself Lee,” She told him firmly, “I know what happened and it’s not your fault.”

    He gripped her hand, as if to make sure she was real. He looked closed to tears. “I didn’t… I didn’t even bother to check you before we left.”

    Carley shook her head. “If you had, what would you have been able to do for me,” She told him, tearing up herself. “As hard as it is to accept, leaving me there allowed Saul here with his friends to find me and bring me here to their doctor.”

    “She was in bad shape,” Saul told him. “There would have been very little you could have done for her in your RV. Don’t beat yourself up over it. She’s alive, you are alive and so is this little girl here.”

    Carley gently squeezed his hand as Lee looked back at her for a long moment and whispered. “Still, it doesn’t make it right but I’m glad to see you again.”

    After a moment Saul looked to Carley. “I’m going to get the doc.”

    Carley stood up and carefully sat on the edge of Lee’s bed with Clementine. “We’re not going anywhere.” She replied.

    “Water,” Lee said, feeling his throat was still parched. “I could use some water.”

    Saul nodded. “I’ll bring some right back.”

    Lee watched Saul leave and when he looked back at Carley, that’s when he finally noticed that she was also carrying a gun holstered on her hip as well. Feeling it was safe to talk alone, Lee asked softly. “Where are we? Who are these people?”

    “We’re in this walled up fortified mansion just a few miles outside a town named Americus.” Carley informed him before grinning, “as to who are these people, well they’re my new friends.”

    Much to her relief, Lee smiled for the first time. “I guess any friends of yours are friends of my. How did you find us?”

    “We were doing another fuel and food run when we came across your car. No one was there but I spotted Clem’s hat in the backseat, then that’s when we heard the shooting.”

    Lee gave a puzzled look. “Shooting?”

    Clementine and Carley shared a glance when the little girl spoke. “Walkers came and you were still unconscious. I got your gun when one of them found us and I shot him.”

    “That’s when I ran into the woods following the shots and found you two just as a horde of walkers were closing in.” Carley added. “Luckily, the team I was with followed me and we had what could be described as one giant shooting gallery of life and death against two hundred walkers.”

    “Shit…” Lee muttered.

    Clementine gave a disapproving look. “That’s a swear.”

    “Sorry,” Lee answered apologetically before asking Carley. “Was anyone hurt?”

    “No,” Carley answered. “After that we brought you both here.”

    Slowly, Carley glanced at Clementine before focusing on Lee again.

    “Lee?”

    “Yeah?”

    Carley had to know. “What happened to Kenny and the others?”

    Lee closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. “Duck was bitten back at the motel and we couldn’t do anything for him.”

    “Oh God…” Carley gasped, still holding Lee’s hand while Clementine remained perfectly still and merely listened as Lee explained.

    “I don’t feel like going into much detail at the moment but we eventually not only lost Duck but Katjaa too. It almost destroyed Kenny. After that we met up with some other survivors like Chuck, Christa and Omid. When we finally reached Savannah, it was nothing what we had hoped for. Within two days of getting there we lost Chuck, Kenny and Ben. I was… rescuing Clementine when I got separated from Christa and Omid. I told them I would meet them outside the city afterwards but we couldn’t find them. There were so many walkers in and around Savannah by that time that we had to leave before it became our graves as well.”

    Lee paused and quietly looked at his left wrist where that one walker almost got him. It jumped out at him while he was picking up Clem’s radio in that alleyway in Savannah. It tried to bite down on his arm but it was cold that day and he found a jacket to wear and that little extra layer of clothing he had on saved him.

    He was lucky that day but sadly others were not.

    “I just hope they managed to escape as well.” Lee finished, praying that he was right.

    “I’m so sorry Lee,” Carley said. “I wish I had been there to help or something.”

    Lee gripped her hand a bit harder when he looked at her and said with complete conviction. “If you had been there, that city would probably have eaten you up as well.”

    The way he looked at her, Carley believed it.

    Next Chapter: Another Day

  • @Zeruis said: Nice! I loved how you portrayed Carley's emotions, while at the same time focusing on the zombies. Hope she's going to be okay...After all, this is an interesting way how Carley could have survived!

    ^This.

  • This chapter was so cool. I really liked how Lee reacted to seeing Carley alive (with an eye patch). It's good that they're back together again. I am really looking forward to seeing what happens next.

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