Versatility -4- (The Walking Dead)Versatility -4- (The Walking Dead) by Destiny-Smasher
"I'll fuckin' kill you!"
"I...knew you would..."
Struggling. Grunting. Panting. Blood. Her leg burned, her chest burned...everything felt like it was on fire. What wasn't on fire was cold, freezing, numb...Pressing down – it was all pressing down. She couldn't push it back, couldn't keep it up, couldn't lift it, couldn't...-
And then everything had been over.
And everything had just begun.
But not in the way Jane had wanted. It shouldn't have gone down that way. She should've...been smarter. But she hadn't – go figure. It made her sick, seeing Clementine do that to Kenny. Sick and...thankful.
Jane was thankful. Full of fucking gratitude.
Grateful that a pint-sized girl had shot a friend.
Jane had saved Clem with a nail file and bandages.
And Clem had saved Jane with a pistol.
What did that mean<
Versatility -3- (The Walking Dead)Versatility -3- (The Walking Dead) by Destiny-Smasher
A/N: This chapter lacks in dialogue, but in the same way I've spent some time developing my interpretation of Jane, it was important to me to spend some time here in this chapter focusing My Clementine, referencing some of the events that have happened to her, and exploring some ideas and reminders of shit she's been through up until now, which culminates in my own explanation of why she makes the choice she does at the end of S2; E5. I have the next two chapters nearly finished as well, so there will be more on the way sooner rather than later.
Clementine's hands were trembling. Not from the cold so much as what she'd just done, and the realization that she hadn't necessarily...needed to do it.
The air was bitter, the sunlight still bright, reflecting off all of the snow in a fussy white haze that washed over the distance.
Jane stood before Clem, her chest and left thigh reddened from knife wounds, her arms qui
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