She was going fast. Her consciousness becoming more muddled by the second as she placed a hand on the gaping bullet wound on her stomach. Kate had gotten shot like this-she was recovering- but you don't come back from a shotgun. If it wasn't for AJ she probably would have killed herself a long time ago. After Kenny, Jane, and the fall of Wellington, any will she had to live dissipated. But, now that she was actually dying, Clementine was scared. Scared of the unknown. But most of all, she was scared for little AJ, who now had nobody left to look after him. Would Javier and Kate take him in? Would David even let him go or indoctrinate him to become a brainwashed psychopath like his other goons?

She coughs and chokes on her own blood, gasping desperately for a breath. Her legs begin to give out and she falls on the pavement. Clementine should have known going with the New Frontier was a mistake. If she hadn't of, AJ wouldn't be stuck there with those clowns, and they would be on their way to Alexandria. She would have made it too.

Clementine's eyes lock with Gabe, who's jaw is hanging almost comically. She would laugh if the situation wasn't so dire. He was such a dork. The teenage boy rushes to her amidst the gunfire, nearly tripping over his own feet in an attempt to catch her. It burns when he pulls her into an embrace and she lets out a scream. Javier and Tripp are almost done wiping out David's men even while their leader is begging them to stop. They already killed his daughter- he couldn't lose his son as well.

"Clementine!" Gabe cries, cupping her face with his hands. His dark eyes are wide in panic and he looks like he's on the verge of tears. "Shit, shit, shit!" She cringes, groaning when he places his hands over the wound in an attempt to keep her from bleeding out. It wouldn't work, but it was nice of him to try. It was the thought that counted.

"You're going to be fine, Clementine!" Kate's voice sounds so far away, but she can feel her petite fingers brush some of her curly, black hair out of her eyes. "Fuck, Javier! Javier, get over here right now!"

The sky was a bright blue. God, the last time it looked that beautiful was back before the world went to shit. The light seemed to be getting larger, and larger, becoming more brilliant every second. Was this the light you saw when you died? It was magnificent. She couldn't look away even if she tried. By now, Javier and Tripp are standing over her, their voices becoming more blurred. Garbled as if they were underwater. Of course, when she thought of the water her mind went to Luke. Would she see him again?

"Clem… She… Blood… Too… Much…" That sounded like Tripp.

Javier comes in like static. "Nothing… To… Do… She's… Dying…"

She can't see them anymore. All she can see is the sky and how vibrant it is- there are no clouds- it reminds her of a tropical sea. After she was done with school, her parents were planning on taking her to Hawaii for a vacation. God, she couldn't wait to see them again. She hoped she could see them again, and Lee, and everyone else. If not, then dying was a waste. Clementine tried to swallow, gagging and sputtering blood. Someone, she guessed Kate, was wiping it away with a cloth.

The older woman's sobbing. Clementine can hear her muffled cries for a few seconds before she goes completely deaf. The sun is taking up her sight and she shakily reaches for her hat, hoping that someone will take it. They do and Clementine can only assume it's Javier.

"F-For… AJ…" She whispers before coughing again. It doesn't hurt to breath anymore. It's annoying and choking on your own blood is by far the most uncomfortable thing she's ever experienced, but it's not painful. Clementine can feel her body shut down. Everything was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. "Take…" She gasps and her eyes widen as the light almost completely surrounds her vision, overwhelming the bright blue of the sky. "T-Take… care of him…"

She doesn't know if it sounds unintelligible- like gurgled groans- or not, but she hoped to God they got their message. Javier and Kate were good people. If there was any group she could trust with her little goofball it was them.

Then, the world became white and Clementine took a final, shuddering breath.

Beep

Beep

Beep

Light amber eyes slowly open to the sound of the alarm and instinctually the teenaged girl rolls over, grumbling in annoyance. Her bed is so comfortable-she doesn't want to wake up. But, as soon as she closes them, they snap open again. An alarm? Clementine bolted up and put a hand to her chest, frowning when she felt soft flannel. Her heart was beating, so she wasn't dead. But… but, she was shot and she knew she had died. Clementine could remember taking her final breath and the light. They always talked about that light when you died!

She turned to her left and noticed the clock on her old nightstand still ringing. Hesitantly, she turned it off before looking around the room. Her room. Clementine slowly stood up and examined the purple walls, the comfortable, fuzzy black carpet, and the new, modern furniture. It was almost unrecognizable until she noticed the butterfly handles on her closet door and her old bookshelf, once full of coloring books and children's literature, now held nothing but young adult fiction and albums. She knelt down and traced the smooth, hardback cover of Harry Potter. This was the perfect room for a teenaged girl.

Then she saw the life-sized cardboard cut-out of a boy slightly older than her with a mop of hair covering his eyes, a large smirk on his face, and his hands in his pocket. She eyed it from top to bottom in horror and couldn't help but blush. He was really cute. She put a hand to her mouth when she noticed her drawings were no longer up on her wall, but instead posters of this boy and some band were plastered on nearly every corner. She had never even heard of these guys before!

She continued to stare at the cutout as the door opened and she froze when she heard the most divine sound in the world. Her mother's laughter.

"Good Lord, Clem, I knew you liked Jason, but I didn't think it was this bad."

Clementine slowly turned her head and gaped when she saw her mother… she leaned over the doorway, playfully smirking as she always did. She looked somewhat older- her once dark brown hair was now streaked with gray, there was a more defined crinkle in her eyes when she smiled- but it was her. The last time she had saw her parents they were… they were… Clementine's breath hitched and the tears she fought to contain for years began to pour like a dam breaking. Her mother's smile turned into a frown and her brows furrowed. Taking a step forward, Diana put her arms out and motioned her into a hug. "Clementine, baby," she whispered in the same tone that used to lull her to sleep. "What's wrong?"

"You…you…" She pointed at her and sobbed. Her vision blurred. "You're okay! You're alive!"

"Baby, why wouldn't I be?"

Clementine ran to her and buried her head into her chest. She took a deep breath and smiled when she smelt the familiar perfume Diana always wore. God, it was her favorite smell in the world and it made her feel so safe. When was the last time she felt safe like this? Her mother gently ran a hand through her disheveled hair and rocked her. "Oh, baby, what's wrong?" She asked, pulling Clementine from the embrace and cupping her face, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

"Y-You and daddy… I saw you in Savannah and the whole place was overwhelmed with walkers and… and you guys were one of them and I didn't know what to do and I missed you so much and-"

A finger is put on her mouth and her mother stares at her like she has two heads. Clementine must have sounded hysterical, but Diana knew. She had to have known what happened in Savannah when the outbreak started. She was there. "Clem, I don't know what you're talking about."

"T-The walkers!" Clementine cried, clinging on to the green fabric of her shirt. "Mom, you and daddy went down to Savannah and left me with Sandra when the outbreak started! You guys got bit and I saw you in Savannah with Lee! I've been waiting four years to see you again! B-But, I'm here now! We're a family again!"

"Lee Everett?"

"Yes!" She grinned and nodded. "Yes, him!"

Diana nervously glanced around the room and Clementine could feel her heart drop. "Mom?" Was this a dream? She thought to herself.

"Clementine, I think you're watching too many zombie movies," Diana chuckles. "You had a nightmare, sweetheart."

"But-"

"Clementine, there are no walkers, Lee Everett is Sandra's history professor, and you just saw me last night."

"W-What?"

Diana smiled and patted her arm. "Come on, sweetheart. Your father made breakfast and you're going to want to eat up fast because you and I have some errands to run." She rolled her eyes when Clementine's jaw dropped. "Clem, you're going to catch flies."

A/N: As you can tell, this is kind of based on the Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya... I don't know, I kind of like the idea of Clem waking up and knowing about the apocalypse, but no one else knows... Or do they? I won't spoil that because that won't come in for a while. Since Clementine is a teenager still, I've aged up the characters.

Also, like most teenaged girls, Clementine does have posters of a One Direction knock off and a cardboard cutout of a Justin Bieber clone. I kind of wanted to have that side of her come out.