Author's Note: This is pretty much a teaser chapter. Any future chapters will be longer!

Chapter 1

Clementine stumbled to the snow-covered ground, exhausted from running. She had no idea who had survived the shootout, if anyone at all. She remembered being in between Luke and Kenny when it happened. The shooting between them and the Russians had begun after Clementine had noticed that Rebecca had turned, the baby still in her arms.

"Rebecca." Clementine sighed heavily in sorrow. Bec hadn't trusted her when they first met, but as time went on, she had not only come to trust her but accept her as one of her own. Clementine closed her eyes as she kneeled in the snow, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. Rebecca's final words to her ran through her head. She had told Clementine that she was family. She remembered how her heart swelled, and in that moment as she held Rebecca's baby, she felt happy.

Soon, the happy thoughts were replaced by thoughts of Rebecca's clouded, dead eyes as she turned. Kenny had shot her without hesitation, all while the Russians had them surrounded and were ready to shoot.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Clementine dove into the snow, instinctively reaching for her gun before she noticed she didn't have it. Where had it gone? She saw a couple of the Russians get shot before she felt someone picking her up and dragging her away.

"Clem! We gotta go. Now!" It was Luke's voice.

"We can't leave the others!" Clementine screamed at him, he was still pulling her away from the scene where she could see Kenny shooting at someone behind a tree. There were bodies laying out in the open, but she couldn't tell whose they were.

"Clem, we don't have a choice here. We're going to get ki-" Luke flew backwards as he was shot in the side of his torso.

"Luke, no!" Clementine cried out, watching him slump to the ground.

"Get out of here! RUN!" he shouted over the gun fire. There was still someone shooting at them from behind a tree. It was the Russian woman who had been standing beside Arvo. Kenny wasn't in the same place he was just seconds ago. Arvo was nowhere to be seen, unless he was one of the bodies on the ground.

"Luke, I can't leave you like this!" Clementine pleaded, moving to grab Luke to try and pull him to his feet. He shoved her away from him and she fell back to the ground.

"I said get the fuck out of here, Clementine! Don't worry about me, or anyone. Just GO!" The contrast of Luke's blood on the snow sent chills down Clementine's spine. She gasped as she leapt to her feet, running as fast as she could. She turned around long enough to see Luke pull out his gun and fire three shots in succession before she heard the "click" as he ran out of ammo. She nearly turned around to go back for him, but with no gun, she didn't stand a chance. She didn't see Kenny, Bonnie, or Mike make it out in the chaos. They either made a run for it, were hiding behind the trees, or were dead. She prayed that someone managed to get the baby and escape. She heard a couple more distant gun shots in the distance, and she hoped that no one she cared about was on the wrong end of them.

She ran for what felt like hours before collapsing into the spot she now sat. Cold nipped at her cheeks, and she began to shiver. She looked around her, and the silence made her heart race. She was suddenly alone in the woods again.

"I can't do this again," Clementine whispered to herself. Jane was wrong. She wasn't better off on her own. She didn't want to be on her own. Her cold cheeks began to burn with anger as she remembered that Arvo had blamed her for robbing him, when it was Jane who had done it – it was Jane who was largely at fault for all of this. Part of Clementine hoped that Arvo had caught up with Jane, but she shook those disturbing thoughts from her head. Being angry would only waste what small amount of energy she had left, but she made a mental note not to trust Jane again should she see her.

She got back to her feet, and continued to walk deeper into the snowy wilderness.