She had barely taken her first steps out of the jewelry store when she was overcome with emotion. She started weeping, quiet as she could, as not to draw any unwanted attention.

She was trying to keep a good pace, but it wasn't long before her vision became blurred by her blinding tears.

She stumbled slightly, quickly regaining her footing. She couldn't cry. Not right now.

Her lower lip trembling, she took the back of her hand and brushed away tears that were trailing down her cheeks.

She blinked hard, forcing away the remaining teardrops that threatened to spill over her lower lids, and clenched her jaw tightly. Clementine anxiously chewed her bottom lip and focused her gaze to the ground as she trailed sluggishly onward.

Eventually, she decided she should take a short break, not knowing what else to do.

She took a seat on a log, frantically looking around, before lowering her gaze back to the ground.

She noticed some gun shells on the ground and carefully scooped them up to observe when suddenly, something caught her attention.

The small child whimpered as she saw two people on the hill. She couldn't help her body from trembling. She opened her mouth to call to them, but no sound came out.

She wondered if it was Christa and Omid. Maybe Kenny, or Molly. Or someone else...someone bad. Possibly someone who wanted to harm her.

A lump formed in her throat at the thought. She swallowed, feeling her heart swell at the remembrance of the events that had just occurred. Flashbacks playing in her mind like a movie and she wanted nothing more to hit the stop button.

"Don't cry." She muttered. "Don't c-cry."

As she was occupied with trying to keep herself under control, she didn't notice the people moving closer.

Not until a yell reach her ears. "Hey!"

Clementine froze at the distant shout. She couldn't make out who it belonged to.

She narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't clearly see who the two figures were. She was certain about one thing though; they were armed. Who wasn't nowadays?

She didn't know what to do. She was taking a big risk, stay or go.

After a moment of indecisiveness, Clementine made up her mind, and without second thought, she darted off in the opposite direction.

Thinking she was in the clear, Clementine stopped to catch her breath for a bit. She had no idea who those people were. She would be better off alone. She could take care of herself. She knew how to protect herself. Lee taught her how to shoot a gun. That was all she needed.

She felt tears prick her eyes at the thought of her recently fallen guardian. She quickly wiped them away. She couldn't cry. Not when it was her own fault Lee was gone.

She was exhausted, she just wanted to snuggle with Lee, but she knew she couldn't so that. No anymore, not ever again.

She finally gives in the battle she was clearly losing. Tears made their way down her little cheeks. She cried. She cried more than she ever cried in her life. More than when her she had fallen from her tree house and hurt her arm, more than when she had lost her favorite stuffed animal. She cried for all her lost, because she knew she had nothing left.

The weather was cold, it was getting dark fast, and she was even more tired than before.

She trudged towards an undecided location. She didn't know where she was going, all she knew was she had to find some kind of shelter. Regardless of if she had any idea of where to go or what to do or not, her feet continued to move own their own accord.

It wasn't until the sound of a bird calling, yanked her out of her thoughts, causing the girl to look up and realized that she had no idea where she was.

Somehow, she managed to stumble into the woods and the very thought of being alone in such a scared place, terrified her more.

There was no point in stopping now, she had made it this far, hopefully she'd find something useful.

As her little feet carried her upon what seemed to be an endless path in the woods, the wind started to pick up, and she could feel a gust of cold her blow right through her hooded sweater.

With a shiver, she tugged on her sleeves before wrapping her arms around her frail body as a source of protection.

It wasn't much help as the cold continued to penetrate through her clothing.

She tried to fight her tears of frustration.

She was broken. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break down and cry.

She could still feel the blood on her clothes, her hands, her skin, her face. She felt filthy.

She reached up to pull her hood over her head as another blast of cold air hit her face. Her tiny palms briefly came in contact with her treasured hat. She froze, brushing her fingers over the hat. She felt her little heart clench. It was still wet...with Lee's blood.

She blamed herself for what happened. She regretted ever talking to that stranger. How could she have been so stupid to believe him.

She bit her lip as anger ran through her body.

She was inwardly berating her nine-year-old self. She knew she was thinking mean thoughts about her own self. Her mother and father would always tell her not to talk bad about anyone, herself included, but she couldn't help it.

She was such a screw-up. And now...everyone was gone. She had no one left.

"Stop it." She said to herself.

She couldn't cry again. Not now. She had to be a big girl. She had to grow up or she would surely die out there.

"You're not a baby." She huffed bitterly, sniffling back the sobs and cries that desperately longed to be released.

The girl kept up how tiresome trot, until the pain in her feet became too much to handle. At that point she decided to finally call in a night.

Huddled under an embankment, she tried her best to keep warm in her little hoodie. She had made an attempt to start a fire, but failed at the task and eventually gave up, hoping that maybe she's find a coat tomorrow. She would definitely need warmer clothes.

She sighed... If only Lee were there to show her how to build the fire.

She quickly shook that thought away and thought about her plan.

She needed a plan, Lee said it was always good to have one.

After a bit of thinking, she decided that first thing in the morning she'd do some backtracking towards the train-tracks.

Clementine had hoped that if she fell asleep she would wake up to find everything had just been an awful dream. However, that wasn't the case. In fact, sleep never came to the child, for every-time she closed her eyes she was haunted by painful memories and pictures. She couldn't stop seeing them, her parents, Lee's ill looking form, his face right before she shot him. She shuddered at the thought.

The girl tossed and turned all night. She'd force her eyes closed until she could no longer bare it, but nothing helped.

And before she knew it, morning had come.

She waited a while, unsure why... Maybe she was hoping someone would find her, save her, but that was just a pipe-dream. Besides, she was better off alone.

Finally, she forced herself to her feet, keeping her emotions in check. She felt her stomach growl painfully. She wondered when the last time was that she had had a meal. She couldn't remember.

She needed to find some food. She wouldn't die out her without a fight. She owed it to Lee to keep going.

She had no idea how long she had been walking, but it felt like a long time. She felt as if she had been walking for days, when in reality it had only been a few hours.

She was exhausted, and sleep deprived. She needed to take a break, and she needed some food.

The young girl wanted to pretend that she could make it, but to be honest she had no idea how to survive. Besides what Lee had taught her, she didn't know how she was going to take care of herself. She was a pretty sheltered kid, so she had to force herself to adapt to being outside all the time. At the motor inn it had helped that there were other people there with her, but now she was all alone.

Still, she couldn't give up. She had to keep going.

Just as she thought she was about to collapse from exhaustion she noticed something in the distance. She squinted her eyes feeling a glee of hope. The train. It was the train!

She hoped that she wasn't hallucinating. What she saw just had to be real.

Without hesitation, she started sprint closer toward it before stopping dead in her tracks. There were walkers. So many walkers. Her little face paled. She was frozen. She was starting to panic.

She hadn't thought of a backup plan. She looked around, maybe there was another way out of Savannah.

There had to be. If there wasn't there'd be no need for cars, right?

While being lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the walkers that had taken interest in her and were now coming her way.

She jumped in surprise as she felt a hand grab her arm. She tried to pull away as the rotting corpse attempted to make her it's next victim.

"Let me go!" She squeaked, her heart was pounding a mile a minute. She continued to pull against the walker as hard as she could. It wasn't working.

Finally, she dropped herself to the ground. Its hold was still tight on her as she struggled about. She wrapped her arms and legs around one of the walker's legs as the monster continued to try to pull her, keeping herself from being moved.

The child then leaned back, causing the walker to fall. She quickly rolled away, looking frantically for a weapon. A screwdriver suddenly caught her eyes. She thanked God for that miracle, and quickly scampered to grab it.

As the walker tried to stand and approached her she moved to her feet and used the screwdriver to stab it in the head.

Before she even had the chance to catch her breath, however she was suddenly grabbed from behind. She dropped the screwdriver and shock. The girl quickly struggled in the hold, before instinctively reaching for her gun. She pointed it behind her and shoot the walker in the head without even looking.

Once she was free, she took a moment to shake her head, the sound of the gun still ringing in her ears.

She took a deep breath, realizing that the gunshot a drawn the attention of several more walkers.

Heart racing, she grabbed the screwdriver from the ground and started running in the direction of the woods.

She tried to ignore the fact that there were walkers quickly gaining on her as she dashed ahead. Her eyes starred to blur with tears, but she quickly blinked them away to clear her sight. She held her gun tight, deciding she might as well fight. She turned to face the walkers, stopping her running, she raised her gun and took aim.

There were five of them. With a deep breath she pulled the trigger.

Her first shot completely missed. She swallowed nervously and raised her gun once more. Trying to be more accurate with her aiming, she allowed the walkers to move a bit closer before pulling the trigger again.

The shot hit a target and one of the walkers fell to the ground. She waited to see if it would get back up, it didn't.

Four more.

She kept her finger over the trigger, trying to keep calm.

One.

She shot again, hands trembling. She couldn't stop her body from shaking.

Two.

And again. Adrenaline was rushing through the nine-year-old as she saw the third corpse drop.

Three.

She pulled the trigger once more, hitting the last walker.

Four.

As it fell to the ground unmoving, she placed her hands on her knees, stopping to catch her breath.

She took a moment to think about how proud Lee would have been of her. She had just killed six walkers on her own. She wondered what he would say.

The thought of Lee made her sad, and all sense of pride faded away.

She quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts, knowing she should keep moving.

She just hoped the area ahead would be safe.