Lee: You have to shoot me, honey.
Clementine: Lee, no...
Lee: It's okay... It's okay...
Y/N: Clementine, I can do it. You and him are closer than I am to him, it'll be hard for me, but it'll be harder for you to do it.
Clementine lets a few tears fall.
Clementine: No, I can do it. I can.
Lee: Find Omid and Christa, they're out of town by the train. You both remember where that is, right?
Clementine: Yes...
Lee turns to me.
Lee: Y/N. Please look out for her, I know you're just a 10 year old kid. But if something were to happen to Omid and Christa, promise me you'll look at her.
Y/N lets a few tears fall.
Y/N: Chuck did say you're not little, you're not young. You're alive.
He stops and looks him in the eye.
Y/N: You have my word. We'll look after each other...
Lee gives us one last smile.
Lee: Good... you both are closest thing to family.
He shakes his head.
Y/N: No, we ARE family. Us three. Family is what you chose by heart, not by blood.
Lee: Clem... Keep that hair short...
Clementine: I will, I'll cut it myself.
Lee: And also...
He trails off as he closes his eyes.
Clementine: What? What it is?
He opens his eyes.
Lee: Nothing... I'll miss you both.
Clementine: I'll miss you, too.
Y/N: We'll never forget you, Lee.
Clementine then stands up and aims the gun at him, shaking her arms and crying. Y/N puts his hand on her shoulder as he lets the tears fall. She puts the gun down, then up, then down, then up again before letting off a shot.
Y/N then pulls her into a hug as they both cry and grieve. They eventually pull away.
Y/N: C-c'mon, let's put some miles between us and this place.
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Y/N's POV
Sometime Later
Me, Clementine, Omid and Christa were approaching a abandon pit stop.
Christa: Omid, you can't be serious!
Omid: I am!
Christa: We are not doing that.
Omid: What? Why not?
Christa: Because!
We all began walking towards the pit stop.
Omid: C'mon, Christa. What's wrong with "Omid"?
Christa: We're not calling him Omid. I can only handle one of you.
She turns to us.
Christa: Kids? A little help here?
Omid: Omid the second? Omid Junior?
Christa: No and no.
Clementine: What if it's a girl?
Y/N: Then he'll probably call her Christa, right?
Omid laughs.
Omid: Yeah, you get it!
Christa: I'm Christa, though. It'll be confusing with two.
Omid: Then name her Genevive. I don't care!
Christa: You're not taking this seriously.
Omid: I take everything seriously, especially little Omid's future.
Christa chuckles.
Christa: Keep talking and you'll be out in the rain tonight. Remember that time in Barstow?
Omid: Vegas weekend.
Christa walks in the bathroom.
Omid: Why don't you, uh, get cleaned up in the girls room, Clem?
Clementine: I hope the sink works in there.
Y/N: I would be surprised if it did.
Omid: Just be careful and keep track of your stuff. We'll be next door.
Y/N: I'll go around. See if I can find anything useful.
Omid (sternly): Y/N.
Y/N: I'll be fine, trust me.
Clementine: Be careful.
Y/N: I will. I'll come back if anything seems fishy.
I walked around to the front of the building. Everything is decayed and boarded up.
Y/N: Nothing. No going inside, at least not alone.
I walked over and find a trash can. I pulled my sleeves up.
Y/N: I'm really going to really do this? Aren't I?
I began digging around. There's nothing but garbage and wetness. Yuck.
There's a lose board. I use all my strength to rip it off and looked inside. The place has been ransacked.
Y/N: At least we don't have to waste time-
A gunshot cuts me off, and it came from the side that the other were on. I quickly ran back around and I see Christa exit the bathroom.
Christa: Y/N, stay here!
She barges into the bathroom Clem was in. It was silent, but another gunshot went off. I ran in, fearing that the worst has happened and I'm greeted by Christa holding a dead Omid in her arms, a girl holding her chest by the sink, and a crying Clementine.
Y/N: No...
I knelt down and look at Omid. He was no longer breathing. I couldn't help but let my tears fall, I then feel someone wrap their arms around and it was Clementine. I wrapped my arms around her as we mourned Omid.
Christa: Omid... please... Omid, please no...
Christa gets up and runs out the bathroom. I released Clementine and we walked out. Christa was crying on a bench. Me and Clementine went up and hugged her.
Y/N: He's... he's in a better place. I'm sorry, Christa. But we have make sure he won't turn.
Christa: I'll.... I'll take care of it
She walks into the bathroom for a minute before a third gunshot rings out. She walks out with a emotionless face.
Christa: We should go.
We packed what we could and ventured out into the woods.
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AN: Yes, another story. I'm very addicted to writing these haha.
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