[ota] It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads

[shorthair]

Who: Clementine + you
Where: Mansion
When: April 5 - 12. Plus, all of April and May
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clementine returns from her canon update. Feel free to reply to the network post here since I won't actually spam the network community too. Action spam or prose is totally cool with me.
The Story: First week and a half

It's warm.

She's felt like she was freezing since she fell into the lake of ice. Was that really just yesterday? It's warm here. Her hands press to grass, and she stares at the ground, shuddering because she thinks the frozen water might have seeped into her blood. She knows it's warm but she still feels cold.

She's back in Wonderland. A rush of memories, of emotion hits her. There are so many people she cares about here, and she hasn't seen them since she left, and it feels like she's been gone for years instead of- days. Weeks? Time is funny.

AJ isn't in her arms anymore. It's just him and her now. Seems right. She can't trust people anymore.

Now that the adrenaline has faded away, the bullet wound in her shoulder hurts like fucking hell. She killed someone else she cared about. Again. Does she even belong in this place with people who are good, who do what's right? If they knew, what the fuck would they think of her. She feels like she might be sick, but there's nothing in her stomach to puke anyway so it's just her insides twisting around like knots.

She pulls her network device out, texting a quick open network post, because she won't remember everyone she'll want to text to let them know:

It's Clementine. I'm back. In my room.

If anyone is up at night, they might run into her, a child with blood on the shoulder of her jacket with a very clear hole through it. No gun for once. She left it with the last dead body she's left behind her.

When she finally makes it into her room. She writes the names of more dead people on the wall (Sarita, Sarah, Luke, Rebecca, Kenny). She pulls out blankets from the closet and piles them on the bed and puts herself underneath them, but it doesn't help with the cold. She tries to get out of the damn jacket, but she hisses out pain and stops midway. She stays there for a week and a half without leaving.

Rest of April/May

Eventually, later in the month, she finally leaves her room again. She's got the small shot gun from Christmas with her, holstered to her back.

She's in the cafeteria in short sleeves, which means she's revealing a certain scar for the first time since she came to Wonderland. Sometimes she's reading books about taking care of babies as if osmosis will happen if when she's sent back. Somewhere in between reading how often they have to feed and sleep, she tosses the book away from her so hard that it almost hits somebody.

Then she picks up baking. She used to with her mother all the time, and if she can kill people and survive walkers and gun shots and ice lakes, she can make some cookies if the recipes right there, right? Maybe.

She ends up making a big mess in the kitchen as she tries to spoon big chunks of cookie dough out on to pans, smirking at her giant mess. It's kind of hilarious she can survive so much and fight so hard and then get defeated by cookie dough.

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[choosetruth]

Georgia swallows thickly. She knows how fucked up Clementine's world is, and she can see for herself that Clementine is alive if not, specifically, okay. She doubts Clementine's been okay for a long time.

"I'm sorry. I'm glad you're alive." And back here, but she doesn't say that. Clementine is glad she's back here, and Georgia is glad she's happy, but she can't be glad anyone is trapped here, whether they want to be or not. And if she is, she can't let herself say it.

An icy thought slips through her and her stomach clenches. "...you are alive, right?" Not infected, here anyway, but plenty of people are dead back home but alive here. Hell, Georgia is. She wants Clementine to be okay. The world's never given a fuck what she wants.

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Clementine shakes her head at the apology. It was stupid of her to try to hand over her gun even if she didn't want to shoot at people she cared about. Arvo still had his pointed right fucking at her. Her jaw locks at the memory. "I shouldn't have been with people."

She's not going to be anymore. There's no one left, and she's not taking chances like that. Not with AJ. She survives. She's going to make sure he survives too. Her hand winds around the back of her neck. Her muscles are tense, which makes her damn shoulder ache.

She knows Georgia can't be glad she's here even if Clementine is. They talked about it, and she doesn't think she can admit she's scared of going back. She doesn't want to disappoint Georgia who does what's right, what she believes in. She doesn't know how she's going to manage to take care of AJ when she barely survives taking care of herself only.

"Yeah. I'm alive. Getting shot wasn't the last thing to happen."

[choosetruth]

That's a pretty fucked up conclusion. People need people. Georgia doesn't like most people and even she knows she doesn't do well alone. She needs, very specifically, Shaun. But Clementine comes from a pretty fucked up world. She can understand it.

"What was?" Her eyes drift to the scar on Clementine's arm. "And where's that from?"

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Clementine glances down, and her gaze drifts to the scar too. She doesn't know how to say those words. She killed somebody she cares about again, and she didn't even need to. Her finger traces over the nasty, misshapen scar.

She has a feeling if Carlos had just treated her from the start then it wouldn't look like shit.

"They're both kinda long stories. You okay with that?"

[choosetruth]

George gives her a soft smile and nods her head once. "I'm a news junkie. I love long stories." She glances down the hall. "I was going to go get a Coke. Walk with me?"

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Clementine smiles too since she never really thought about it that way as a long story like what the news is all about. "Yeah." She walks beside her and swallows, winding her hand around her forearm where the scar's at. "After I lost my first group, I was with Christa for over a year, but some guys attacked us, and we got separated. I fell into a river and ended up downstream, pulled myself out into some woods. I found this dog. He seemed nice. He had a collar. His name was Sam. He was alone like me."

It seemed right they'd find each other or maybe she just needed to hold on to that thought. That she wasn't alone after all.

[choosetruth]

Dogs. Not Georgia's favorite, but it doesn't seem like a good point to mention it. It does make her wonder if dogs can be infected in her world or not, but now isn't the time to ask. It'll detract from Clementine's tale.

"When was this? During your most recent trip home, or before?"

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"It was before, a little while before," Clementine says. It's the event which led her to meeting her second group of people at the cabin. "I played fetch with Sam, and then I found some food in an abandoned campsite. A can of beans. I was starving. I ate some. Fed Sam some. I tried to eat more, but-- Sam was starving too, and he lunged and bit the hell out of my arm."

She grimaces and shakes her head. Sometimes she wonders at how she could have done all of it differently. Toss Sam into a tent. Something.

[choosetruth]

A dog biting. Georgia winces a little under her sunglasses. It's how the older brother she never met died. A dog bite, then infection, than her mother shooting him in the head. That's not what happened to Clementine, she reminds herself firmly. This was a while ago, clearly Clementine survived the encounter.

"Yes," she says, keeping her voice remarkably steady. "That would definitely leave a mark."

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"I think it probably would have left less of a mark, but-- It was bleeding a lot, and I knew it could get infected if I didn't clean it. I stumbled on two guys in the woods, and I- uh. I passed out on them. When I woke up, the one guy was carrying me, but when he saw I had a bite-" Clementine shakes her head. He dropped her so fast on the ground her head spun. She genuinely grew to care about Luke, but he had his moments. Everyone does in that world even Lee probably did. "They thought it was a walker bite."

[choosetruth]

It makes sense. You see someone with a big bite taken out of them, you don't fuck around. Better to risk killing someone uninfected than starting an outbreak. In Georgia's world they have blood tests to check these things. Clementine doesn't. She's lucky they didn't just shoot her.

"Bites tend to look the same, especially when you're scared. It makes a certain kind of sense."

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"Yeah. It does. They took me back to their cabin, to the rest of their group. They had a doctor so he looked at it, but he couldn't decide what it was." They didn't believe her either. They were right not to. As angry as she was at the time, she never really blamed the cabin for their reactions. No one can afford to take chances anymore. "They all voted to lock me in a shed for the night and see if I turned or not."

Some disagreed with the ultimate vote. Luke did. He looked sorry about it. So did Pete.

[choosetruth]

It does make sense. It probably sucked for Clementine, but honestly, not being shot on sight for having any sort of bite is more than most people can hope for.

"Never been more grateful for my world's blood testing units before." She pulls one out of her pocket, holding it up. "It would have answered that question in about thirty seconds, no being locked in a shed required."

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"That'd be useful to have. Does it show you if you've been bit or not? I mean, if it's like amplified?," Clementine says as she leans in close to have a better look at it. She hesitates and then shrugs. "I knew the wound would get infected. It wouldn't stop bleeding, and I'd die no matter what so I found a way out of the shed. Used someone to get me bandages and then stole stuff to clean it and a needle to sew it up, and I went back and sewed up my arm myself. That's why it looks so messy."

She used one hand to do it on top of a table.

"Hurt way more than a gunshot."

[choosetruth]

"It shows if the disease is in its active state, whether you were bitten or not. Usually you can tell when someone's been bitten. It's a lot harder to tell if they got a bit of zombie spit in their eyes or something like that."

George hands her the blood test to look at. It's sealed in plastic, kept clean and free of contaminates until it's opened and used. She can always get a new one from the closets when she needs it.

Sewing up her own wound. That's... fuck. It would have hurt more than a gun shot. And no wonder it scarred so badly. George very much doubts she could have done better if she was ever in a situation like that.

"Resourceful. Not many people could manage that."

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"Wonder if it works for the infection from other worlds too. Not like it's as necessary from anywhere else."

With Clementine's world, it's a bite or it's death that does it. The liquids don't really matter at all. She presses it through the plastic. It would have come in handy in her own situation, which is extremely rare. There aren't many animals around anymore.

She shakes her head.

"I'm good at surviving." A long pause. "No matter what."

Lying, killing, hurting.

[choosetruth]

"I don't think that it would. It searches for Kellis-Amberlee specifically, and other viruses aren't the same." Unfortunately. She suspects it could still be useful in other worlds. She has seen zombie movies, after all. She's well aware that people don't always admit to having a bite. Not being able to enter a building without a blood test sure cuts down on that crap.

"Survival's an important skill." Not one George has. George is a journalist. It's not a good career for someone with a great sense of self-preservation. Obviously. Since she died. "Can animals become zombies too?"

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Clementine swallows. Her expression grows grim, and then shrugs when it's mentioned it's an important skill. It is, but it creates a certain kind of person in order to do it. Someone can't be good and survive at the same time, and no, Georgia isn't good at surviving. She finds the truth. She reveals it. She does what's right.

"I've never seen one. I think it's a human thing in my world. I got bit, and I didn't turn. Animals sure did die out anyway at least pets did. Wild animals, I know how to hunt and catch for food."

[choosetruth]

"I wonder why. And I wonder what exactly the cutoff is." She doubts Clementine knows if other apes can be infected, but she is curious. It does seem like the fallout from her world's version of the Rising was catastrophic enough that the odds of anyone doing serious research any time soon seems slim.

"But that was all before your most recent trip home, right? And this time you got shot."

They reach the kitchen. Georgia beelines for the fridge. Conversations like this call for serious caffeine. Most things, she would argue, call for serious caffeine.

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Clementine shakes her head, because she's not sure. As far as she knows, no one really has a lot of information when it comes to this virus except the basics. They know everyone has it. They know when people die that they'll come back as a walker. They know bites get people sick and kill them eventually, but that's like it.

She leans against the counter but nods.

"Yeah." She bites down hard on her lip, thinking about the rest, wondering- Her stomach twists. "When I woke up after getting shot, I was in a car. There was only four of us left in our group."

Everyone else died or left. "Kenny and Jane were fighting."

[choosetruth]

Georgia brings two Cokes to the counter, putting one down for Clementine. If she doesn't want it, George'll drink it. She's nothing if not always interested in drinking more Coke.

"How'd you get shot? Four out of how many?"

Facts and figures. Rely on those and let the emotions drain away. It's how she can handle all the horror in her life.

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Clementine smiles a bit. Coke always makes her think of Georgia (When Georgia is taken for that week, it's exclusively what Clementine drinks. Coke. Sometimes with alcohol in it.).

It's hard to count it all up given people coming and going, but-

"Twelve? Hard to say. Jane, we picked up later, and AJ, he's one of the four too. He was just born a few days ago."

She bites down on her lower lip. "Uh, two of ours tried to escape with a prisoner that Kenny had beat the shit out of, and so the prisoner shot me in the shoulder when I tried to stop them."

[choosetruth]

Kids being born in a post-Rising world. Well, she certainly knows what that's like. She bites back a smile. It's not the time for that, and Clementine's world remains clearly very different from the world Georgia knows. Prisoners and beating the shit out of people. It's not something she deals with in her day to day life.

"So the prisoner shot you, then you woke up and it was down to four and Kenny and Jane were fighting. Prisoner and his friends were gone, then?"

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Clementine opens the can of coke and then takes a sip. She swallows down the fizz.

"Yeah. We were in a car. Jane was holding AJ. They were arguing about where we should go next and what we should do. There was a blizzard outside so we didn't see the cars ahead until we almost ran into them, but we needed gas. There was a gas station. Kenny left alone at first. Jane wanted me to leave with her, leave AJ because Kenny was getting worse, but we heard gunfire and saw walkers in the blizzard. It wasn't cold enough to slow 'em yet."

She swallows.

"Jane told me to drive, and we crashed into walkers. We got split up, trying to run from walkers and-"

[choosetruth]

"And?" Georgia's voice is soft but firm. She has her guesses, but she wants to hear it from Clementine.