A New Group

[Took me 3 days to write it😭😭]

Walking through the woods, he keeps his Heckler & Koch G36 in his hands. The air is cold, so he's wearing a thick insulated parka with a fur-lined hood to keep the wearer warm and protected from the cold wind. It's dark colored, navy. He's also wearing a black denim pants, as well as a pair of leather lace-up boot in dark brown color. His hair is long, tied up in a man bun. His left eye is green, while the other is pale, as it is scarred; the scar ranging from the middle of his forehead, through the right eye, down to his right cheek. His facial hair is clean shaved. And he has a machete tucked into his belt for melee attacking.

As he walks further, he hears a shout.

"Christa! Run!", a young girls voice.

Then a gunshot; he's guessing a rifle.

He gets closer, and sees that a couple of men run away, also seeing a woman, quite skinny, dark-skinned laying in her pool of blood. "Poor woman...is that Christa? The one the young girl shouted to?" I whisper to myself.

"Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?!" A man shouts. And he also hears the voice of a young girl struggling.

Deciding to brace himself, he decides to run toward the shouting. There, he sees a young girl in a purple long-sleeve being dragged by the man.

He wastes no time, and raises his G36, and shoots, hitting the man straight in the head, causing him to fall on the girl. He see that a few walkers come toward me while some go for her. He take out the ones heading to her, then with the butt of my gun he smash in the head of the 3 trying to eat him.

He run over to the girl, and kick the dead man off of her. He grab her arm and pull her up. "You okay, kid?" He ask her.

"Y-yes. Thanks." She dusts of herself. "Have you seen Christa? Is she safe?" She asks with hope in her voice.

He shake his head. "I'm sorry, kiddo. She was shot."

She looks sadly down at her feet. "Oh..." she looks as if she's ready to cry, but holds back.

Suddenly more and more walkers are coming there. "Come on, we can't stay here." He tell her as he turn my back on her and start jogging away. She pauses, but a few seconds later starts running after him.

After running for a few minutes, He slow down and she does the same. "I think we're clear." He tell the little girl.

They start walking. "Where are we going?" She asks, looking back with sadness in her eyes.

"To my people."

"...Okay." she replies after a pause.

...

"What's your name, kiddo?" He ask her.

"I'm not a kid....I'm Clementine."

"Nice to meet you, Clementine. I'm Brandon Junior, BJ for short." He tells her with a kind smile.

...

"How old are you, Clementine? You don't look older than 13." He asks.

"I don't know."

"It's been 2 years since the outbreak, if that helps." He says.

"Then I'm 11." She looks at him. "What about you?"

"I'm 20." He tells her. He notices that she keeps glancing at his right eye. "It was a raccoon. Happened in school. There was an event, and we were all in the gymnasium. Some kid brought a raccoon inside, and let it free. I happened to be in the way, jumped on me, and scratched me." He shrugs his shoulder, but a smile creeps on his face. "It looks badass, so everyone thinks I did something badass to get this scar." He chuckles.

She makes a 'pfft' sound, holding back a chuckle. "Sorry."

"Nah, it's fine." He waves his hand, not minding it. "I came to look for people to recruit, honestly. My people...let's just say they aren't fit to fight the dead or people. One is a 2 year old baby, who I found abandoned, then there's a blind girl; my girlfriend. Then there's an old man, in his late 60s; if needed, he can fight, but he gets exhausted quick, tho he's now in better shape because he needs to be. There's a guy, 34, he's the only one who can actively fight and help me." He scratches his head.

"I see...that's quite troublesome." She nods her head, understanding that his situation is hard.

"You can stay with us, if you want. I don't wanna brag, but we can last for years with our supplies, even if I recruit more than 10 people." He smirks.

"I'll see, though food IS tempting. I've barely ate anything for days." She holds her stomach for a second.

After a while, they reach his car.

"You have a car?" She asks surprised.

"Mhmh." He nods.

The car is a black 1990 Ford Explorer, still in decent shape. They get inside, and he drives out of the forest.

They continue to make small talks, with him talking more, as she's grieving her friend, Christa.

After traveling for 16 minutes, he finally pulled over, and got out of his vehicle, with Clem following behind.

"Here we are." He says, opening his arms wide, showing a railway station. "This was abandoned way before the apocalypse. Good thing I remembered where this was."

"It looks...nice. I guess." Clementine says.

"Come on. I'll introduce you to the others." BJ says, and walks up the few steps of stairs and opens the entrance door.

"I'm back!" BJ announces.

"Oh, BJ. Welcome back." A man with white beard says. He is bald with white bushy beard, and blue eyes. He is wearing a green shirt, blue jeans and black boots. "I see you brought someone back." The old man looks at Clementine.

"Hey." He nods at the old man. "Yeah, this is Clementine. I found her in the woods, some assholes tried to capture her. She had a friend with her, unfortunately she didn't make it." Then BJ looks at Clem. "Clem, this is the old man I told you about. His name's Hosea. Before all this, he was an engineer. He managed to fix up the generators here, so we have electricity." He smiles.

"Nice to meet you sweetheart." Hosea smiles at Clementine.

"Me too." She smiles at her elder.

They move further inside, and they come across a young woman sitting on a couch, staring at the wall in front of the fireplace.

"Sam." BJ. Greets her with a smile.

"Oh, you're back." She smiles wildly, and turns to the duo. She's a really pretty woman. She has curly blond hair which reaches her shoulders, and has pale blue eyes which are almond shaped. She is wearing a yellow tank top, a pair of cargo pants, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. She seems to have curves in all the right places.

BJ goes over to the blind young woman gives a kiss on her lips. "I have brought someone back." He tells her. "Her name is Clementine. She's 11 years old, has...uh brown curly hair, wears a baseball cap, and purple top."

"Oh! Nice to meet you." The woman says.

"Clem, this is Samantha. She's my beautiful girlfriend."

"Nice to meet, Samantha." Clementine says, and Samantha smiles.

Then Sam turns to BJ. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?"

"No, of course not. Who do you think I am?" He asks playfully.

Sam smiles. "My strong~ man, of course." She smiles and rubs the back of his hand, which he placed on her shoulder. This causes BJ to smirk.

Then, the door opens, and another unfamiliar person, to Clemetnine, greets them. "Hello."

"Ah, hey." BJ goes over to the man and dap him up. "Franklin, this is Clementine. Clementine, this is Franklin, the other guy who can fight."

Franklin is an African-American, with clean shaved head, and stubble. He's wearing a blue shirt with white long-sleeve underneath, black jeans and bright brown boots. "Hey, kid." Frank nods at Clem.

"Nice to meet you." Clementine nods.

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After the introductions, Clem just sat around. Hosea, and Franklin went to do their own things. They didn't question her coming here, which felt weird to her. But they seemed like nice bunch. Of course, that didn't mean shit to her, as the St. John family seemed nice as well, but they turned out to be cannibals.

She decided to stay for the night and keep an eye on them for now.

While she was sitting at the window, she heard BJ and Samantha talk. They kept smiling at each other, laugh, and cuddle. She hadn't seen such happy couple since Omid and Christa.

Poor Omid, and poor Christa, she thought. May they rest in piece. They deserved better than to be shot down like a dog.

She glanced at the couple again, then she immediately looked away blushing. They were kissing. She knew what kissing is, and seen Omid and Christa kiss, but...not like that.

BJ and Samantha were, in her eyes, were eating each other. And she can swear she saw his tongue enter Sam's mouth.

'So disgusting', she thought. She can't imagine herself do that.

She tried to ignore what they were doing, but she couldn't ignore the sounds, so she left the room.

Once she left the room, she found herself in the kitchen, where Hosea was, cooking on the stove. Their stove is working...maybe staying wouldn't be bad.

(1577 words)