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More than Survival

Promise

Dawn finally hit, Jolene had been running and walking all night avoiding bitters at any cost. There were not too many so she dogged them. The sunlight now peeked down through the trees making things easier, she could now see what was in her path but there were only trees in her path ahead. Jolene desperately wanted to rest. She was tired, hungry and scared but knew that stopping was not an option. The Governor could have his men out looking for her already and she couldn’t take the risk.

Three bitters stumbled from behind the trees, revealing themselves from the right side of Jolene. It caught her off guard. She quickly pulled out the knife and stabbed one of them in the skull and quickly did the same to the next walker that was the closest. As she dug the knife deep into its skull it got stuck. She tried to pull it out but was quickly tackled down by the last bitter and her back pack fell off her shoulder, out of arms reach. She couldn’t grab her gun that was in the back pack and the knife was in the dead bitters skull that she also couldn’t reach for. The bitter laid on top of her trying to bite her face off, making awful growling sounds that penetrated deep in her ears.

She started moaning, almost wanting to cry as she was one inch away from the rotting bitters face. A vile smell swam through her nose; she tried to breath out of her mouth but if she did she was afraid she would vomit. She couldn’t stand the smell of the rotting flesh on top of her.

“Catch!” A yell alarmed Jolene. She looked left and right but didn’t see anyone.

“Up here!” The voice sounded again.

Jolene looked up in the trees and saw a little girl high up, sitting on a thick branch hiding in the leaves. The little girl tossed down her pocket knife and landed two inches away from Jolene’s shoulder. She reached out, gripped the pocket knife tight and stabbed the bitter in the middle of its forehead. The bitter collapsed on her body and Jolene quickly pushed it away from her, not wanting any more blood on her clothes. She got up and looked up in the tree.

“Thank you.” Jolene panted.

“You’re welcome.” The little girl replied. She didn’t know what else to say to the stranger she just saved.

“What are you doing up there?” Jolene walked over to her back pack.

“Hiding.”

“Who you hiding from?”

“Bad people.”

“So you’re alone?”

The little girl nodded.

“It’s too dangerous to be out here alone. Are you sure they’re all bad, the people you were with?”

“They were doing things, bad things.” The little girl closed her eyes, the images of all the bad things she’s seen burned in her mind.

“How long have you been up there?”

“All night.”

Jolene scratched the back of her head knowing she couldn’t leave her alone. She opened her back pack and pulled out a protein bar and a bottle of water.

“I don’t know how long it’s been for you but I can imagine you’re thirsty.”

The little girl eyed the protein bar and water bottle, wanting to devour it but was skeptical to trust the lady providing it. Jolene knew she had to earn her trust.

“I’m not the bad guy here. I’m running away just like you but it’s too dangerous for you to be alone. I can help you but you need to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

The little girl sat there in silence, thinking of what to do. “Pinky promise.”

Jolene released a small smile for comfort. “Pinky promise.”

The little girl grabbed her small back pack and slowly climbed down the tree. She tripped over her foot and fell to the ground.
“Are you okay?” Jolene quickly approached her.

“I’m okay.” The little girl got up and dusted off her white dress that went down to her knees and black leggings.

“Nice hat.” Jolene complimented her baseball cap that had a capital D in the middle

“Thank you.” The little girl slowly took a few steps towards Jolene.

She put out her right pinky and Jolene bent down to her level and locked her pinky with the little girls promising she won’t hurt her.

“I’m Jolene.” Their pinky’s released as she handed the protein bar and water bottle to the little girl.

“Clementine.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.”

“Think you can walk and eat at the same time?” Jolene put her back pack over her shoulder.

Clementine nodded as she opened the protein bar.

“I think you dropped something.” Jolene walked over to the tree to where Clementine dropped a photo on her way down.

“I got it.” Clementine ran over and picked it up before Jolene got to it.

“Okay.” Jolene backed away, respecting her belongings. “We should get a move on. It’s not safe here.” Jolene started walking as Clementine walked beside her.

Later That Night

Jolene and Clementine had been walking all day and found a small cabin. They both checked it out and decided to stay there for the night.

“How old are you?” Jolene asked as they were sitting down on the wooden floor in the living room.

“Nine. How old are you?”

“Twenty five, I think.”

“You think?” Clementine looked to her as she reached in the can of peaches that they found in the cabin kitchen.

“I could be twenty six already. It’s been like what, five months or so since all this started. I’m pretty sure my birthday passed.”

“Then you are twenty six.” Clementine declared.

“Okay. I’m twenty six. When’s your birthday?”

“December twenty four.”

“Oh you’re a Christmas Eve baby.”

“Yeah.” Clementine looked to the floor. She knew she wasn’t getting a birthday this year. Not the way it was before. Jolene noticed her change in facial expressions and knew she was pondering over everything that has happened to her.

“Hey, we’ll find a way okay.” Jolene caressed her shoulder for comfort.


Notes

Comments

No carol and Daryl make no sense. To abuse people together what they have to share Daryl beth yes later on

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2/10/15

Bastard

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2/10/15

Dame

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2/10/15

Same thing step up

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2/10/15

No Daryl should have got some

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2/10/15