Middle of Nowhere, 2 days and 20 hours after Carver's Death

After the gunshots, they saw the shadows of zombies moving around in the snow.

"I thought the snow was supposed to stop them?" said Clementine

"They must not be cold enough yet." said Jane

The dead began moving toward the truck from multiple sides. With a swear, Jane reached for the car keys and turned the engine. "Get us out of here!"

"I don't know how to drive!" said Clem

"See that pedal on the floor? Step on it!"

Clem slammed onto it as hard as she could, and the car took off.

Within seconds, they hit a walker so fast it broke through the windshield. Clem could barely keep her eyes open with the wind rushing into her face, and lost what little control of the car she had. They spun out and off the road.

The truck was left completely immobile, and the zombie kept reaching out for them. Jane swiftly opened her door and carried AJ out

Clem tried opening her door, but it was blocked by the ground. She swiftly pulled out her gun and shot the zombie point-blank.

"There's more of them! Move!" Jane ran out of her vision, and she saw one slowly stumble after her. Clem climbed out of the truck.

Immediately after exiting the truck, she was pelted by snow and wind from all side; effectively reducing her line of sight to her nose.

She saw the shadow of Jane being chased by the shadows of two zombies, and called out to her. Jane either couldn't hear her or was too preoccupied to pay her any mind, because she kept going. Clem was about to go after her when she was tripped by a zombie. From under the car, he had grabbed her foot.

Gun already out, Clem was able to immediately look back and shoot it.

Free from its grasp, Clem stood up and tried to survey the area. A blizzard appeared to have started, and she couldn't see anything reliably outside of her arm's length.

"Jane?" She called out. Meeting only silence, she decided to try and find the rest stop like Kenny instructed.

The wind and snow seemed to fight her at every turn. She had to alternate between being safe and looking ahead, and shielding her face in frustration.

"Look how far you've come."

Clem looked up at the frighteningly familiar voice. "No..."

The all-too familiar figure stepped his way into her vision. He looked exactly as she remembered; brown jacket and all. He stood as confidently and menacingly as she remembered, seemingly unaffected by the cold

"Just look at where you started from. Hiding in a treehouse, so frightened, hoping against hope that things will go back to the way they used to be. Now look at you, not so frightened now. No, now you make everyone else scared instead."

She aimed her gun at him. "What are you doing here?"

He looked at her calmly, "Might want to save that for the next one." He stepped aside and she saw a zombie blocking her path. She shot it.

He looked at her, approval written on his face, "Look at that, no hesitation. You see a threat, and know it has to die; end of discussion."

Clem aimed at him, "What are you doing here?!" She asked again, with more agitation

"I'm just here to help you sort out some of these conflictions you're having. You're trying to figure out whether or not you should be punished for all you've done."

"You're wrong!" Clementine shot at him

He remained unfazed, "No, you're wrong. For ever doubting yourself." He looked at her, his expression turning more serious, "You must never doubt yourself. It's rare for someone to do as much evil as you for all the right reasons. Most people wouldn't understand, I understand perfectly."

"You couldn't, you're nothing but a sociopath! You never did anything for the right reasons!"

He became more amused, "And tell me, where was the right in killing everyone in my camp? Women and children."

Clem looked down, "They would have been fine...we just used the herd as a distraction, it couldn't have gotten in..."

"You don't believe that. You're smart enough to know that no matter how strong the camp, it wouldn't survive being attacked from all sides by the living dead. All those innocents..."

She glared at him, "They weren't innocent."

He grinned, "You're probably right. You probably wiped a stain off the face of humanity. And you did it with no regret. Keeping your mind clear of the things that weaken lesser people like conscience and hesitation, that's key."

"No, we need to know when what we're doing is wrong. If we lose our humanity, then it's all over!"

"Will you feeling worthless make it easier to save people?"

"It'll make sure I stay human while doing it."

"No human can save the world. No human can lead the people out of this. You need to decide if your good conscience is worth more than the lives of countless innocents."

She aimed at him again, "It won't hurt my conscience to kill you."

He smiled, then turned his back to her. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Clementine? There's no one here."

She blinked, and he was gone.

When she looked ahead, she saw the shadow of the rest stop. She immediately sprinted towards it as fast as she could to get out of the cold.

She walked inside, gun still ready. "Jane?"

Looking around, she saw Kenny looking out a window.

"Kenny!"

He turned and walked towards her, "You alright?"

"Yea."

"Where is he? Where's the kid?"

"He's with Jane."

"You left him with her?!" he looked suddenly scared, like he was afraid Jane might eat AJ.

He ran out the building, calling for Jane

Clem looked out the other side, and saw her walking toward the rest stop. Alone.

Where's AJ...

"Wait..."

Kenny followed her gaze and saw her walking towards them, "Oh thank Christ..." he ran towards Jane

Kenny opened the door for her, "Jane, you ok? Where's the kid?"

Jane kept looking down, a solemn look on her face

Clem looked at her, "What happened..."

Jane looked at her, then back down. "He's..."

Kenny looked at her, fear and despair mixing on his face, "What are you saying..." he stepped back, shouting denials, before running the way she came from.

Jane took Clementine by the shoulders, "Clem, look at me. No matter what happens, stay out of it. Just trust me."

Clem looked at her, "What is he going to find?"

Jane looked back outside, "You have to trust me. You're going to see what he is."

They both looked outside, and saw Kenny marching toward them. A rage in his eyes. Jane took more than a few steps back.

"Is it true?" said Clementine

Kenny shoved her aside and kept going towards Jane

"How could you kill a fucking child?!" He punched at her, Jane ducked under it and pushed him

Jane took steps away from him, pulling out her knife and dropping into a defensive stance, "I didn't kill him! It was an accident, Kenny!"

"Bullshit!" he shouted back at her

Clem looked between them, "We can't kill each other! Not after everything that's happened!"

"Stay out of this, Clem!" said Kenny, eyes never leaving Jane

Jane put her knife back into its holster, "Don't come near me..."

The action and the words don't match...

Kenny rushed her as soon as the knife was away, pushing her against the window hard enough to crack it and pressing his arm against her throat

"Get...off!" Jane pushed at his face, knocking the eye-patch and hat off.

Kenny grabbed her arm and kept it down while he attempted to choke her with his other arm.

Which one...

Clem kept looking from Jane to Kenny. I need to pick a side...

Jane saved her from making the choice. She kneed Kenny's crotch, causing him to stumble back, then followed up with an elbow across the face.

She then pushed him, and mounted on top. She punched at his face, while he raised his arms to block. I need to pick...

Again, she was saved when Kenny pushed her off to the side. Clem took several steps from the conflict. Jane pulled out her knife while Kenny got up and lunged at her. Before he could connect, she slashed across his side. He stumbled outside, and Jane pursued. Clem soon followed.

Kenny turned to face Jane, and they stood ready to defend once the other attacked.

I need to make them pause. Force them to think...

Clem ran inbetween them.

Both seemed to acknowledge her presence, but deemed fighting the other more important. Jane pushed past her and slashed at Kenny. He dodged a few swings, then attempted to grab her arm. He overestimated his own balance, and they both fell over; knocking a fence down as they went.

The knife landed in front of Kenny, and he was about to reach for it when Jane grabbed his face and pressed her fingers into his eyes.

Kenny bit her thumb, and Jane pulled back her arm, giving him enough room to push her off all the way. He then grabbed the knife and stabbed it into her leg. Jane jumped back with enough force to knock Clem down. While falling, Clem's head fell on a piece of wood and her vision blurred for a moment.

When she looked up, she saw Kenny trying to stab Jane in the chest, who was using all her strength to push the knife away from her.

Clem looked to her side and saw her pistol, apparently having been knocked from its holster. She grabbed it and aimed at Kenny

Whose side do I choose...

She let AJ die

He put all their lives in danger

She's smart

He's loyal

She's ruthless

He's hateful

Clem had a sad realization

Neither one is innocent

With no side to favor, she let the fight reach it's natural conclusion. Kenny stabbed Jane in the heart, sinking the knife in as deep as it would go.

When the life fully drained from her, Kenny fell off and lied back. The adrenaline gone, he brought his hands to his face.

"AJ..."

Clem walked up to him, he looked up at her. "He's gone Clem...how could she do that...Jesus..."

He's had enough...

She aimed her gun right at his head. He looked at her, surprised at first...then sad.

"Do it...just do it."

He's lived too long. Someone should have given him the mercy a long time ago.

She fired, and then she was alone.

Clementine stood there, motionless. Then, she finally realized that there was no one else. No one at all. She was truly alone.

Her arm went limp, the gun slipped out of her hand, and she fell on her knees. Finally, for the first time since she'd last given mercy to a friend, she cried.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed into the air, as loud as her voice would allow. "I don't...I don't want to be alone again! Please...don't leave me alone..."

The tears that had held back after all the tragedy and all the heartbreak now wouldn't stop. She covered her face. "Oh God...what have I done...I'm so sorry...all those people..."

"Rebecca...Luke...Arvo...Natasha...Bonnie...Mike...Sarah...Alvin...there's so many...I'm so sorry..."

She looked at the gun at her side, and reached out. Her hand gripped the weapon she was so familiar with, the weapon she lived by for over a year now. The weapon she had turned on so many, deserving and otherwise. Now, it turned on her.

"I'm so sorry..." She closed her eyes

And then heard the baby's cries. She opened them again, and looked toward the source.

She saw it, a rusty car with the broken window. From inside, she heard the cries of the newborn and ran towards it as fast as she could.

She reached inside and pulled him out. Responsibility overpowering all other feelings.

"AJ...it's going to be ok..." she held him close

I can't die yet... She realized, with sadness and determination. There's still something I need to do...

"You're going to be ok, AJ. I won't let you die...even if it means I have to stay here with you."

She picked up her new burden, and carried it south.

A/N: So, that's the end of that. Thanks for reading. I added that scene with phantom/imaginary Carver (btw for those of you who didn't figure it out, there was no one there) because while playing through that scene in game I felt like that would have been a great place for some sort of mental journey, but the devs probably didn't put one in because they had to account for every single person's playthrough. As I only have to worry about one, there was nothing stopping me. I also decided to leave out the encounter with the herd in the Alone ending because that would show Clem's cunning and resourcefulness when I wanted to leave off on her grim determination to protect a child. At this point, the only thing keeping Clementine from killing herself (in her belief that the afterlife will be way sweeter than the one she's currently in) is her responsibility of making sure AJ lives long enough to defend himself and make good choices. This may change in the next story; maybe she'll find love, maybe she'll start to enjoy picking flowers, I dunno. It completely depends on whether or not Season 3 continues Clem's story (what I'm hoping for, and not just so I can keep writing this.) For those of you who have been too shy to review up till now, review. Right now. Stop reading and review, I'll wait.

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Done? Good. Keep looking out for Walking Dead: Season 3 (and if you have any pull, write a letter telling them to make it about Clem. Preferably a few years into the future) and I will probably continue this if Season 3 is good enough to make me feel like writing about it. I cannot say anything about the next installment of this story; when it will happen, what the tone will be, what it will be called, nothing. Not because I'm mean or secretive, but because I don't have a clue. All I DO know is that it will have to be after all 5 episodes come out (and it will only come out if the above mentioned requisites have been met). Until then, have nice lives.