I've been wanting to do something like this for a while now and never got around to it. I thought about letting Clementine maintain her memories, but I'll do it as a separate story. Thanks for reading.

Lee didn't think he would be going out like this and he hated it had to be this way. Poor Clementine...what would happen to her once she left him? Would she find Omid and Christa or would someone else find her? He hoped whoever had her would take care of her. The kid had been like his own daughter for quite some time now. He hated that he had gotten bit and could no longer care for her. Her parents were gone and she had nobody left as Kenny was probably dead or a walker, Carley was dead for sure, Katjaa was dead, and damn near everyone else he met so far that would be willing to care for her was dead as well. The only people he could think back that probably could care for her were Molly and he hadn't the slightest clue where she was. For all she knew, she could be on the other side of Savannah or dead herself. He didn't know. What did it matter now though? He was dying and soon he would be turning as he really didn't want to put the poor girl through anymore pain of seeing someone else gone. Maybe he should have gotten the kid to put a bullet through him. It was getting too painful to bare at the moment and he wished he had something to end his pain himself.

Then his vision started fading and all noise seemed to just stopped. He started having a hard time to breath as well. As soon as everything went dark, the next thing Lee heard was yelling a few minutes late. Who was that? It sounded familiar. Who was that? Was that...Lilly? And the other voices that he was starting to hear. It sounded like Larry and Kenny as well. He could also hear a faint voice as well over all the yelling...actually it was more whimpering. Clementine? Clementine! Lee's eyes slowly began to open and when he finally was able to look around, he found himself in a very familiar place. They were in the very same room where the St. Johns had them captured inside of being they escaped. Was...was all that just a dream? If him dying was a dream, it was a horrifying and extremely realistic one. And his arm...it was back!

Lee looked at his now arm in childish wonder. It felt strange having his arm back, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He wasn't dead, his arm was back, and Clementine...she was still here with him and safe! So to speak at least. She was with him, yes, but she's wasn't completely safe at the moment. They still had the St. John brothers and their mother to deal with. As Lee soaked in his surroundings, he came to the realization that the dream was one of two different things. The "dream" was either the real thing and Lee was given a second chance to save himself and anyone else he cared about. The second conclusion he came to was that it was a dream to show him a possible future. Either way, he was going to take what he could get and change things for the better, for himself, Clementine, and all the people they had lost on the way.