A/N: Quite simply Welcome to the final part of my second chance trilogy, Ruin To Redemption! For my loyal reviewers welcome back! For those have clicked on this story for the first time, yeah best to go back and read No Going Back and Going to Ruin first (along with The Spoils Of War and 2000 Days) either way I'm glad you're reading!

When my first ever fic, No Going Back? Was posted on this site shortly after episode 4 release, it was mainly just my way of dreaming up an alternative episode 3 route to avoid to events that occurred in Amid in Ruins. That fic became one of the most popular on this site and the Sequel did even better. I know I've said this before but I can't thank you guys enough and how much your feedback and praise means to me and how far I've come since first writing No Going Back?

Also any confusion on Clem's surname, I've officially decided on Marsh, rather than Marshall, (although she said her surname was Marshall in the spoils of war, this might link too closely with Anne Marshall, so I made Clementine's surname different to avoid confusion).

Also this chapter some Oc's will be introduced.

Cristina King- Oc from Rebloxic

Scott and Lizzie- OC's from Aqua Destiny's Embrace

Now, I hope your strapped in and ready a final ride on the feels train, so without further ado, Let's get this show on the road!

"It's our duty! Here at Wellington high, to ensure the academic education of the young populace like yourselves is a success. In a world so badly damaged and with so many of us suffering loss and grief it is vital as a society and as human beings, that we can install a sense of pride, authority, respect and education to lead your generation out of the dark times and into a new, lighter age!"

There was a polite applause for the headmaster of Wellington high, he was a sturdy man with iron grey hair and even more steely looking eyes. Many of the faces of the sullen youth looked back at him with drooping eyelids, their attentions fixated on the large windows of the hall as they gazed out at the passing clouds. Others eyes were drawn to the celling, or the majestic red curtains that lay by the side of the immoveable form of the headmaster on the school stage.

One girl however was paying the utmost attention to powerful man on stage.

"Kinda interesting isn't it?"

The girl's eyes did not flicker from the stage at the whispered question that sipped into her eardrums.

"Yeah" was her just as quiet reply, the girl's taller friend smiled, getting rather fidgety in her thin, blue plastic chair. Sarah Larson was eager for school to start again, the 18 year old was bursting with joy, thinking about all the things that they had lost that they would regain. From behind her black glasses she analysed the many sullen faces around her, she wondered who would be her friend here?

Clementine Marsh however was more curious than excited. The 14 year old girl weighed up the positives and negatives of such an experience in her mind. One thing that had already rubbed off on her the wrong way was the way the timid teaching assistant, (standing by the doors of the assembly) had politely asked Clementine to remove her cap from her head.

"It, erm it may come off as a sign of disrespect, sweetie" the woman nervously told the 14 year old.

Clementine simply glared at her, as the woman's words dried up like an oasis in the desert, as she gulped, her pale face shining with perspiration. Her southern accent and red hair reminded Clementine vividly of Bonnie. An observant friend she had lost almost two years ago.

Yet, some of these deaths still hit her hard, Clementine's eyes hardened as she scraped her gaze across the polished wooden floor to the assembly, her thoughts on all the friends that had died just to get here. Bonnie, Kenny, Mike and Christa… the weight of those that had died got her down sometimes, because they died under the influence of a cult, its leader a madman who Clementine had previously spared the life of, in the remaining childlike goodness she had in her heart when she was 8.

6 years older, she could say that she changed. Seeing this dream community also starting to go to ruin was something that was also making Clementine feel down.

"Hey Clem… Clem… Clem…"

Sarah's somewhat annoying whispering and persistent poking at Clementine's arm seemed to finally drag Clementine out of her depressing cycle of thoughts, as she finally hissed "What!?" at Sarah a bit too loudly, her singular word causing many heads turn timidly in her direction as the gormless faces of her peers clouded her vision.

Whatever the headmaster was busy lecturing to the student body he seemed to stop momentarily, his grey eyes swept over the sea of scowls and smiles beneath him as he searched for the person who annoyed hiss had swept across the silent hall for a second his eyes found Clementine's. Before Clementine dropped her gaze in defeat and the headmaster carried on speaking as if nothing had happened.

Sarah was sweating slightly as attention dispersed elsewhere, Clementine herself wasn't scared or embarrassed by the second-long incident, however looking into the headmaster's eyes for a few bleak seconds had reminded her of the creepy, flaky grey eyes of the cult leader. Or else the stranger until he revealed his true, poisonous green globes that would etch themselves into Clementine's brain whenever she tried to sleep.

The attention scattered around the stuffy hall, Sarah leaned sideways in her seat, sensing her friend's breath near to ear, Clementine leaned in, so Sarah could tell whatever the hell she had to tell Clementine without the large majority of her peers listening in.

"That one armed boy is still looking at you" Sarah whispered, a sort of giddy excitement in her tone, Clementine groaned and briefly turned around in her seat, to find the one, dark eye of the grim Mexican boy (located a few rows behind her) gazing intently back at her.

"I don't get why you didn't want us to sit next to them, they seem nice" Sarah's opinion fell on death ears, as Clementine merely groaned.

"Yeah, JJ seems nice" Clementine murmured, prolonging the name of the wild haired blonde boy sat beside the pessimistic one armed boy, leaving him out of the Sarah's adjective to describe the pair of them. She had already learnt JJ's name through Sarah's wild gabbling about him.

"Oh… that boy's called JJ Clem! Yeah his really, really nice! We're both really excited for school and…! Hey Clem I forgot to ask the name of his friend, um, Clem? Clem can we sit by them? Clem where are you going…?"

Turning back to the front and ignoring Sarah (who shared a quick wave with this JJ guy, in which he returned) Clementine's eyes remained trained on the headmaster but her thoughts were wildly elsewhere. Maybe that was the same for pretty much everyone else, youths being surrounded by nothing but horror and death and now suddenly they were back here, in a normal, calm environment it would take a while to adjust to say the least.

"Did that guy do something to upset you?" Sarah asked, her words subdued and more serious sounding. At 18 years of age she may have still acted childish to a great degree but she was a lot more knowledgeable and mature than most people gave her credit for.

"No, he just thinks Wellington is going to fall and all that" Clementine muttered off the bat, as if his words hadn't bothered her in the slightest, but something about the cocky "We'll see" unnerved Clementine somewhat.

"Oh, well that's a horrible thing to say" Sarah mumbled glancing back at the Mexican boy in some sort of anxiety, JJ seemed so nice as well how could he be friends with someone who told Clementine that? She knew there was a possibility Wellington could fall but Sarah didn't want to have friends who made her feel down. She wanted friends she could laugh with, friends who made her happy, friends who she could make smile and laugh.

"…So now we'll be allocating pupils to your classes, now due to the lack of education you have received. We're starting from the basics with all of you. We feel mixed aged groups will help you integrate and socialise with as many of your peers as possible, but too also help you into a group in which you will be comfortable with while settling in here at Wellington high…"

Clementine's attention only seemed to switch back on at the words "allocating pupils" and she had managed to follow every word since then, Sarah was listening intently from the onset and her back seemed to straighten in excitement now that they were being allocated into groups, her head poked above the ocean of adolescent's around her.

"Oh, oh Clem we might be in the same group…"

"Hopefully" Clementine puffed out, she didn't fancy spending her first day in school surrounded by a group of strangers.

"When your name is called you'll be asked to come to the front of the hall and be led off to your lessons by your assigned teacher. Groups will consist of 30 to 35 of you, with ten colour groups being spread around the school, now Mr Ions would you like to begin…"

Clementine watched in a growing anticipation as a bald man with glasses nervously greeted them all, he gulped from where he was stood by the microphone on stage. Regaining his composure he began to read off the list…

"Green Group. Ryan Allen!"

A boy who can't have been any more than 12 was the first to shakily walk up the aisles between the chairs, he stood next to his just as nervous teacher, before the second name was called out, a girl who had to be about 18…

It went on and on and on, Clementine kept stealing glances at the Mexican boy to see if he had gone yet, to see if he had been allocated to another group, yet he remained seated as seats around him emptied. Other than him, Clementine was nervous about Sarah being moved to a different group, Sarah seemed twitchy as her eyes kept flickering back to her 14 year old best friend, afraid that her name would be called and she would be left alone in the middle of…

"LUIS AGERZ!"

Clementine turned around to see the Mexican boy rise at the call, she made a quick mental note of his name and hoped not to be stuck in the class with him. So far some slim brunette woman by the name of Miss King was bellowing out the names of the Blue Group, with a strange British accent that was difficult for Clementine to understand.

The names went on, it seemed like a fair mix of ages and races in Miss King's class, Clementine hoped as they went down the alphabet from the surname on, that their names would not be called…

"JOHN JEFFERSON!"

The boy called JJ (well Clementine could understand where he got his nickname from now), bounced to his feet and practically sprinted down to the aisle, upon seeing him greet Luis on the stage Clementine realised that the group's were probably being kept together. So she probably would end up with Sarah, she only hoped Sarah's name wouldn't be called out…

"SARAH LARSON!"

Of course it would. Of course this would happen.

Sarah muttered an excited "Ooh" and she leapt up in a similar manner to JJ moments beforehand, taking one last look at Clementine she muttered "I hope you get called out next!" before she ran up to the stage with a large smile plastered on her face. She greeted JJ with a large smile as Clementine sat stiffly in her seat.

L, Her last name started with an M, If she was going to be selected for the blue group then…

"CLEMENTINE MARSH!" Miss King bellowed, bang on cue.

Something about hearing her own full name sounded strange in Clementine's ears, especially her surname Marsh. Her family had always visited the Marsh House in Savannah not only because of the nice desserts but because of the namesake. Her father would always joke that it was "their" house as it bared the same surname as her family.

And that's where the stranger had taken her…

She gnashed her teeth together and putting on a neutral face she strode forwards, her eyes locked on stage although she could feel the crushing glares of hundreds of her peers locked upon her. She knew it must have been her own imagination but everyone seemed too quiet as she stepped onto stage. Was it the way she was moving? Was it her cap? Was it disrespectful like that teaching assistant had said? She hadn't seen anyone else wearing caps…

"Yay! Were in the same group" Sarah buzzed in excitement, as she greeted Clementine on stage. Already feeling his one eyed gaze burning into the back of her cap, Clementine span on her heel to find Luis staring at her once again.

"Nice to meet you Luis" she greeted him with, her words icy.

"It's a pleasure Clementine" he replied.

The rest of the group were soon assorted, no one else who joined their class of 32 stood out to Clementine other than the named "Terri and Brandon Rogers" who greeted JJ and Luis with smiles and a few words, and they must have also been part of Luis' group.

"Well off to class then you lot! Don't just stand here looking like a gang of baboons honestly…" Miss King ushered them off, waving her arms at them as she led the way towards her classroom. Just as the pair of them started walking, a mess of blonde hair clogged Clementine's vision.

"Hey! So your friends with Sarah! I'm JJ, pleasure to meet you" Clementine had her hand shaken vigorously before she even realised who was addressing her. When her brain finally processed on how suddenly this introduction had occurred, she managed to formulate a reply.

"Yeah, I'm Clementine" her voice sounded somewhat flat and emotionless, as JJ smile began to look a little strained. Never the less he maintained his optimism as he babbled "So met Luis huh? Yeah his part of the group I'm with. Along with Brandon and Terri there!" he used a tanned hand to poke his finger through the air, towards the shy looking siblings.

Clementine's eyes locked with the boy named Brandon, he gave her a brief wave and a small "Hey" before he and his sister kept their gazes down and themselves to themselves. Although she hadn't said a word to her, Clementine caught the Terri girl giving Clementine a quick, analytic glare before her gaze briefly flew to Sarah, before it returned to the floor.

"Erm… they seem like good people" was all Clementine could say to this sparkling new face in front of her.

"Great people, I'd be dead ten times over without em" JJ complimented his group audibly, Brandon and Terri didn't respond, Luis was about to say something before Clementine cut over him.

"That must be cool! Clem saved my life too… like load of times…" Sarah praise of her friend, seemed to embarrass Clementine, as she walked on, covering her eyes with her cap. Who would have thought they'd be a male version of Sarah at this school?

"So where did your group come from Sarah? Did you and Clem know each other before all this?" JJ inquired, Clementine duly noted how she already being called by her affectionate nickname of "Clem" by a mere, overly-friendly stranger.

"Well, we came from a hardware store, we stayed there for a while…"

"Where was it?"

"Hmm… some place south. I think it was like… Texas! No! Wait T… T… the state started with a T alright…"

Clementine smiled lightly at the lighting quick dialogue between the two childish teenagers, at least Sarah could make her smile, almost every other face around her wasn't paying any attention to anything around them at all. Many of them lost in their own little worlds, however not all of them were lost, some of them were aware.

And when the malicious whisper of "Look at those two, they can get out their fucking dolls when we get to class" Clementine was instantly on the defence, stealthily averting her gaze backwards to see a boy with slick black hair had muttered this to a blonde haired girl who looked a lot like Terri. The girl let out a shrill giggle at this which irked Clementine to the core.

They soon reached class, Clementine felt her hands curl into the fists as the black haired boy kept mumbling words (now too quiet) to be overheard by Clementine as the other blonde girl's, shrill giggle was beginning to sound like nails on a chalkboard to Clementine. She wouldn't allow Sarah to be bullied, not on the first day and probably not ever.

She was very protective of the best friend she had gone back for, she and the rest of her remaining group had all risked their lives to rescue Sarah from the clutches of the cult nearly two years ago and in recent weeks she needed Sarah now more than ever. The recent murder she had witnessed of that pregnant woman, she needed that voice of reason and positivity. Luke could tell her it would all be okay, but she needed Sarah to make her laugh.

She needed Sarah to be there, to chat on about pointless topics that would take Clementine's mind off the declining community around her, she needed Sarah to take her to their little place. A small hill near to the back of their house, where a small oak tree was growing, underneath it's leaves had been the first place, Nick, Stephanie, her and Sarah had built a snowman during their first winter here, just as Nick had promised. Since then Clementine and Sarah always hung out there when there was nowhere else to go.

The hope for some sentiment of the future in the forms of a rigorous education for the youth, was soon unveiled as the biggest joke Clementine had ever encountered, seated on separate desks. Their teacher… Miss Cristina King, (written in big block capitals on the blackboard, in case they forgot). Had begun to speak…

"Hello children! You've been out of the system for some time now! And there's no doubting you have been through some horrible stuff, but for the next planned three years of your education you will be with me and hopefully many others! As I specialise in a few subjects, one of them being maths! Now to get back into the swing of things, we'll start with simple sums…"

Miss King spoke slowly, as if addressing the deaf as she carefully laid out the papers on the table, Clementine had to gawk in disbelief out of everything and she meant everything they could have been taught. 1 plus 1 to 3 plus 3 hardly counted as work she was expecting at all. The sums printed in very childish characters across the a4 paper.

"Now you may…" she suddenly paused there, as an arm shot up in the air..

"Yes" she addressed the raised hand.

"Miss King, I can't write" came the deep Mexican grumble right behind Clementine, of course Luis would sit directly behind her and she could almost predict what was going to happen next.

"Oh, yes…" Miss King muttered blankly, Clementine could almost hear her trying to figure this out in her head. (So much for organisation here) Miss King eventually seemed to smile as she said "Well Mr. Agerz, we have been informed of your disability but unfortunately were too thinly spread as staff to hire you a scribe at the minute, you'll have to rely on your classmates, um… Miss Marsh…"

Clementine was already turning her chair towards Luis, as she announced clearly "Yeah, I'll help him!" Miss King didn't pick up on the obvious annoyance in her voice, as she merely smiled and told Clementine "Oh you're star love" before she went off to speak to another pupil.

"I'm lucky to have lost my left arm and not my right one" Clementine overheard Sarah tell someone.

"Yeah, I was gonna ask what happened to that arm of your's?" Came JJ's reply, as Sarah began (in a hushed tone) to retell the story of how she lost her arm, dramatically presenting her half sized left arm to a clearly impressed JJ.

"Maybe little miss dipshit up there will start handing out big golden stars to those two retards at the front, along with the cripple and the fruit…" Came the black haired boy's snide voice from the back of the classroom.

"What a stupid fucking name" she heard the girl reply, followed by her giggle which was already causing a vein to throb in Clementine's temple.

Luis in front of her sat rigidly in his seat, no doubt he heard these insults, the second Clementine reached over for his pen, and he seemed to come to life.

"Don't you fucking dare write for me" he snapped, no doubt his "male pride" damaged by not only these degrading insults tossed his way, but also the way Miss King treated him as if he were a helpless child with special needs.

"You asked for help" Clementine reminded him, disliking this boy more and more by the second.

"I don't want my ass wiped for me" Luis replied, clearly irritated.

"Oh it's okay, I know you want me to secretly, I'll make sure to feed you as well, must be difficult eating a burger with one hand…" Clementine teasing of Luis was met with a disgruntled "Screw you" before he moodily turned away from her.

She didn't feel too bad that she must have clearly hurt his feelings, the whole burger comment was meant to be some sort of joke. But the pained look on Luis' face told Clementine she had hit a clear nerve, gulping and feeling a twinge of regret she managed to mutter "Sorry, I didn't mean that".

"It's true though, might as well acknowledge it, just like how we should acknowledge this work is fucking pointless" Luis told her, brushing his hand, his A4 sheet glided slowly to the classroom floor. Seizing a chance, Luis turned to Clementine.

"Pick it up" he ordered.

"No" was Clementine's blunt reply.

"I only have one arm, It's clear I can't do anything, I need help" Luis begged, before he put his hand in the air, before Miss King could notice this, Clementine had already scooped the paper up and slammed it on Luis' desk.

"I'm not your damn slave, Sarah copes with this better than you do" Clementine spat at this boy, disliking his somewhat cruel sense of humour. Something about it ticked her off to no end, added to that stupid girl's giggles…

"Yeah, she didn't lose the arm you rely on, to write, to hold a weapon… I'm not saying your friend hasn't been through a lot, but so have I. Nearly everyone here is and most can't cope with it" he referenced the majority of the class, whose glassy eyes reflected the sky outside of the school.

"I do feel sorry for them" Clementine muttered back, her gaze scanning over her daydreaming classmates, the trauma many of them must have experienced had driven them to this, even some children who had been here for a while hadn't yet adapted to Wellington.

"You know, I knew you before Clementine, back during that execution and then a few weeks ago..." Luis suddenly spoke up, gaining Clementine's interest, before she could voice her confusion at his new words, he had already spoken again.

"You're group has been through a lot, I know that. You faced the cult full on didn't you? And yet you beat them, yes the one's that remained gave us grilling about you and the others, the girl in the cap. I knew it was you the minute I saw you, the others still need to catch up but I remembered". Luis words left Clementine's jaw pried open in shock at this news.

"How do I know…?" Clementine began.

"Luke, Nick, Kenny, Sarita, Anne, Josh, Lilly, Kelly…" I know those names and what happened to them, some are alive, and some aren't. How else would I know those names If I didn't come across the cult who survived your rage?" Luis questioned her, now she accept this sudden and shocking news, the next question sprang from Clementine's mind.

"Did…?" she began.

"Yes. Their all dead now, you should thank a woman in my group, Ana for that. But you and your group, you dispatched them. A group like them, that tortured my group, stripped us and put us in cages and I heard the cult was once much bigger, I am very curious to Clementine to as how the actual hell you managed to beat them, what did you do?" Luis questions seemed to bounce of a still reeling Clementine. She knew she couldn't have wiped out the whole cult two years ago, but to hear survivors of the cult discussing her…

"Did, did they mention something about a second chance? Or something like that?" she dared to ask, she didn't want to expose her supposedly insane secret, but Luis seemed to know so much already. The second chance she had been given, which enabled her to save most of her friends and get her here, in Wellington today. Rather than have everyone and herself die in a freezing snowstorm.

Luis' face was quizzical as he replied "No, they didn't mention anything like that, they just told me through intense questioning about your group and how you were the cult's subject of entertainment they fled from their leader, but from what they apparently saw in the distance their camp fell. They suspected you might have done some damage but they were still overly paranoid that we were working with the cult leader and that he was still alive…" Luis finished there a very clear scowl, engraved onto his face.

Clementine breathed a sigh of relief, no doubt Luis wouldn't instantly link Second chance to being sent back in time, it was a crazy secret her group hadn't dare utter in the two years that they had been here.

"What do you mean by second chance? I'm just curious, how did you beat that cult?" Luis inquired, as Clementine stared him dead in the eyes and opened her mouth.

"They took Sarah, we went to get her back…"

She explained everything, the whole plan her group had crafted to get Sarah back, only omitting the second chance part, although leaving that part out left a lot of things unexplained. Clementine simplified the story too "I knew him before, he was a madman who managed to find me again and stalk my group. He wanted to prove his cult were better than my group so I could go with him… fat chance" she spat, speaking about the stranger to… well another complete stranger was weird for her. But she felt like she was unloading some of her bottled up fears onto someone who could understand, someone who had also suffered at the cult's hand.

Luis' face remained in a frozen neutral expression as Clementine carried on with her tale, when she eventually finished. Luis blinked and wiped his facial hair on his chin, before he could speak an exclamation of "Cult? We got caught by a cult once…!" floated over to both Clementine and Luis' ears.

"Looks like they're making the link" Luis commented dryly, his eyes rolling over to Sarah and JJ, as Sarah responded "Really? Did they wear skin suits!?" her words an excited jitter.

"Yeah! You saw them? How?" JJ questions were fired like shots at Sarah, she wasn't keen with bringing up that part of her past, but for some reason she felt at ease speaking about the cult with someone who wasn't Clementine. A problem shared is a problem halved, was a quote Sarah liked to live by and in this case it seemed to help.

"and those two are making the link now too" Luis stated, jabbing a finger behind him. His singular eye didn't have to look back, as Clementine caught the two siblings Brandon and Terri listening in on her and Luis' conversation, the second Clementine caught sight of the pair. They leant back on their desks and pretended to work on the mundane and simple task in front of them.

"I have a question for you Luis" Clementine stated, she wanted to learn something and that something wasn't the useless maths sums below her. Luis seemed to lean back on his chair, posing in a way that made his lost arm and eye more noticeable, he probably suspected Clementine was going to ask about how he attained his horrible wounds.

But Clementine already had a way of surprising him.

"Why do you want to know about me so badly? Why are you so determined to prove yourself to me?" these questions may have not been what Luis was expecting, but he already had his answers lined up.

"For one Clementine, I owe you due to that incident a few weeks ago" his voice was hushed as he explained this, that incident stayed between them and Clementine hadn't told anyone that Luis was there, in that alley two weeks ago when a pregnant woman had the life stabbed out of her. It felt surreal from walkers, to murders and then two weeks later, surrounded by other pupils in school, no walkers or murders.

As of yet.

"Secondly" Luis continued, causing Clementine to break her cycle of thought as she listened to him for an explanation "You're not like the others here, you're a fighter I could see that in you the second I laid eyes on you. When this place falls you'll be an ally I need…"

"Not this again" Clementine snapped cutting through his waffle, however Luis grin grew wider.

"You know what you're doing now is proof that you agree with me, even if you don't know it". Luis words made Clementine what to ask what the hell he was going on about, before she received her answer as a shadow loomed over her.

"Carla dear, you haven't done your work" Miss King nagged from above her, as Clementine felt her face go warm, not only at the mistaken identity but the fact Luis was right in that sense and she hated his smug smirk of victory.

"I'll get on with it, and it's Clementine not Carla" Clementine corrected the dim-witted British woman, as she slapped her hand across her forehead and practically shouted "Terribly sorry Clementine, I'm useless with names y'know?" as Miss King moaned about her mistake, Clementine heard the clear statement from the back of the class…

"Carla, fucking Carla! Better than her previous name, I'll stick to that from now on… but still Carla…" this was followed by a snort and a giggle. Clementine watched as the supposedly stupid Miss King strode up to them, and muttered gently "Now Bob and Margaret how's your work getting on?"

The black haired boy and blonde girl's face sunk in horror as they both protested at the same time "I'm Scott" and the other girl piped up "It's Lizzie" as Miss King muttered "Oh, sorry got you mixed up with someone else…"

But the damage was done, Bob and Margaret would be sticking, Clementine and Luis shared a humorous smile as Miss King walked past Clementine once again, she could have sworn the British woman gave her a wink as she passed. It seemed like Miss King had overheard "Bob's" words as well and maybe she wasn't as idiotic as she made herself out to be. This small act made Clementine suddenly like her new teacher just that little bit more.

"She seems nice" Clementine commented on their teacher to Luis.

"Yeah, but what she is giving us, it's pointless, we didn't come here to learn sums. We came here to learn about each other, that's what we should be learning and because you were too busy talking with me, whether you like it or not you agree with me" Luis huffed sitting high and mighty in his chair as if it were a throne.

"I'm not becoming your ally Luis, why do you think everything is going to fall? Can't you just accept were here to stay? Or do you love walkers that much, that you want to be out there with them?" Clementine demanded an answer from the pessimist seated in front of her.

"I just know, alright? You can't trust any community to last, this eye and this arm are proof of that, more so losing my damn eye…!" Luis was getting annoyed as Clementine decided to venture into his past.

"Why did a "community" scoop your eye out with a spoon?" Clementine grim sense of humour was meant with a cold response.

"No, but when you're best friend did, it makes you a bit wary on who you should trust and how easily things can just… break".

While Clementine processed this information, the last word Luis uttered seemed to make JJ jolt slightly in the seat. His eyes rolled over to Luis for a second before he returned speaking to Sarah as if nothing had happened.

"If you have trust issues, why are you being so open with me? Why are you trying to be my friend?" Clementine inquired.

"Who said I wanted you as a friend?" Luis replied, as the truth dawned on Clementine.

"Your just planning to use us, to gather up an army of people who can be your backup if shit hits the fan. You're only looking out for yourself!" the accusations were met with something of a brief nod by Luis.

"Me and my mother, possibly members of my group, yeah I'm not going to lie, we need backup but you also need us, as much as we need you" Luis explained.

"I'm not an idiot Luis, but I also don't think the community isn't going to fall tomorrow and we shouldn't be stirring up trouble for no reason, don't you ever try to see it from people who actually try to do some good? If you're so Anti-Wellington, why did you even come here? Ask yourself that before you go around gathering allies" Clementine spat, rubbing her forehead as she had began to develop a slight headache near her left temple, rubbing her aching head she looked up to see Luis looked rather stumped and was unable to provide an answer.

And then the bell rang, the class was over.

For the rest of the day Clementine didn't interact with Luis, but Sarah carried on chatting away to JJ, when school finally did finish, Clementine and Sarah walked on back to their house.

"...and JJ encountered the cult too Clem! I can't wait to tell Nick about it…!" Sarah went on, as if they had been to the same concert or something. As Clementine remained silent Sarah asked "So erm… you and that guy, yeah Luis wasn't it? Did you like… get on better because you spoke a lot in class earlier" Sarah watched her friend, as Clementine managed to give a reply.

"Well we spoke, hopefully I made him think about a few things" Clementine said.

She looked around at Wellington, Luis was right, she was a fighter just not the type he was expecting. She would fight to protect this community at whatever cost, things that went to ruin could be rebuilt and after all the hell she had been through she wanted to live normally once again.

Live for once and not just survive.

That's what she had learnt on her first day at school.