We're In This Together

Chapter 1 - All That Remains

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.