I was rummaging through the bathroom cabinets, where I found a med kit with small bandages and gauze rolls and pads, tweezers, small scissors, and an empty bottle of antiseptic cream inside. There was no alcohol available either. Sigh! I can only use it on one. I moved into the kitchen, collecting the kitchen knives that would come in handy, and packed as many snacks and canned food as I could fit in the duffle bag, and in the living room, I found a flashlight, ''I think that's enough for now,'
I can find more stuff in Macon or other places. I huffed and finally sat down on the couch, which had a few drops of blood here and there. I placed the med kit on the table in front of me. 'Now I just need to wait for either Lee or Shawn Greene to show up.' I was uncertain whether even one would show up, the reason for me thinking that was taking a shower above.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. I turned around and saw Clementine, with her shoulder-length, damp hair that were still puffed up. She wore a gray long-sleeved t-shirt that had two buttons on the neck, with a towel wrapped around her waist.
"Come here," I commanded. She was confused but listened, "During the fight?" I asked her, looking at the blood trickle down her leg. Nodding, she sat beside me, seeing the med kit on the table. "That's why I couldn't find any in the bathroom," She muttered.
"Put your leg on the table," I said. She placed her leg on the table, feeling awkward sitting half-naked in front of a stranger. Her hand constantly slipped to fix the towel that covered her.
She looked away, afraid to meet my gaze, my sunglasses were off since it was dark inside, I bent down on the floor next to her, and I saw a light cut across her upper thigh, and one much deeper on her shin, though slightly healed, it had reopened, probably during the shower.
"We don't have any antiseptic, so I'm just wrapping this around your leg for now. We'll need to find a doctor or-" I paused.
"Or?" Clem said worry visible on her face.
"I'll have to shoot you," I said jokingly, which made her visibly scared.
"I'm joking," I said with a straight face.
"Not funny," Clem said.
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"How did you know I was hurt?" Clementine asked, seeing me prepared with bandages. Though it was for Lee since he would've been more useful- I stopped my line of thought. More useful? I asked myself, shaking my head. I was pulled out of my thoughts by her curious gaze lingering on my back.
"I saw you limping upstairs," I told her.
"Are you a secret agent or something?" She asked me.
I had a questioning look on my face. "You don't need a secret agent to figure that out," I said.
"Huh?" Clem let out a sound, "I meant your outfit."
I looked at my attire. Oh, I chuckled, so did she.
"Something like that," I told her.
I continued to fix her leg, "Lift it a bit," I said, which she did, and in the process her towel slipped, I looked away from her, my hand still holding her leg, to not let go of the bandage, she quickly fixed herself, and I went back to my work.
Patching up her wound on the shin as best as I could with the tools available, and I bandaged the upper with the adhesive one as it was shallow and small, I stood up next to her, "All done," I said and looked at her red face, still embarrassed about the slip-up a few moments ago.
Suddenly we heard gunshots in the distance, which startled Clementine making her hide behind me, forgetting her towel was left on the couch, I unknowingly turned around and found her standing behind me wearing black panties, to which I shook my head, 'I thought she was naked,' with how shy she was, anyone would suspect that.
Clem sensing my gaze looked down, and her face revealed a horrified expression as she quickly grabbed the towel from the couch and covering herself and ran upstairs.
I shook my head, unbothered by her behavior or this situation, as what was to come next would define my future or at least tell me something about it, but it never came.
As I waited and waited for someone to jump the fence, at any moment, but it never came, The timeline's too different, I noted, the first change was me being in this world, second Clem, and now there were no signs of Lee anywhere.
'Fuck it,' I sighed, 'Overthinking might kill me before anything else,' as I gave up on thinking about the future and care more about the present, Soon Clem descended again, now with jeans below, and the D-ballcap on top made her look ready for the adventure ahead.
Before I could say anything, we heard the screeching of tires outside, I nodded at Clem and quickly grabbing the bag we walked out of the house, Clem limped because of her injury, outside I saw Shawn and his friend Chet who were pushing cars that were blocking the road.
Shawn and Chet suddenly turn around. Chet screamed, "Please don't eat us." I chuckled. "We are not going to eat you," I replied.
Chet and Shawn heaved a sigh of relief. "For a minute, I thought you and that little one were both gonna give us the chomp," Shawn joked.
His comment made Clem frown, in the distance I could see Walkers coming towards us, "We need to get out of here quickly," I said, Shawn nodded, and we began to push the car out of the way, and got inside quickly.
The truck had a three-seater front bench, so Chet had to sit in the back. Shawn drove the truck away from the Walkers and towards his farm. "Where are we going?" Clementine asked.
"To my father's farm, and he'll be able to fix your leg," Shawn said easing the tense lady's mind, he drove in silence for a few minutes, while I looked out the window, the neighborhood was in shambles, with walkers everywhere, the dead one's had rotted, while the walking one's looked 'fresh'
"I'm Shawn, Shawn Greene, and in the back is Chet," Shawn spoke, introducing himself. "Albert Wesker," I replied after thinking it through. Shawn nodded, his eyes on the road, "And what's your name, Little Lady?" He asked with a smile, Clem sighed, "Clementine,"
"So what are you to her? Guardian? Relative?" Shawn asked. "I'm just making sure she's safe." I looked back out of the window, avoiding more interrogation, as I was trying to cook up a story to tell his father, who was going to ask me question after question.
I sighed and slumped back into the seat. I hope I wake up from this dream soon.
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