The world had grown quieter in recent years, the dead fewer and the living more unpredictable. Traveling alone, avoiding others, had become the safest way to survive. Trust was a luxury no one could afford.

It had been a long day of trekking through the woods, trying to keep your bearings. A figure appeared in the distance, moving through the trees. At first, you froze. Whoever it was, they were too far to be sure, but unmistakably human.

You moved carefully toward them, hand resting on your knife, cautious, not knowing if they were a friend or a threat. It had been a while since seeing a familiar face.

My eyes narrowed as I stuck up closer. A hat, a hat with a "D" on it, you recognised a certain girl, a girl you once knew who had a "D" on her hat. You got distracted and started thinking but you realise, The figure froze, quickly turning. A flash of movement followed, you heard the silent noise of whistling and before you knew it. Pain exploded in your side, and the force of an arrow stumbled you backward. Blood soaked your clothes, and your vision blurred. You saw the girl's face as she ran to you, and damn it was her, Clementine. She dropped her bow, no longer caring about it as she ran faster to you Clementine's face was pale and full of shock.

“Oh my god… no!” she cried, panic in her voice. She kneeled beside you, her hands shaking as she reached out, trying to steady you.

“I didn’t know… it was too dark—I thought you were someone else!” Her voice trembled as she frantically tried to help you, her hands pressing against your wound.

She could barely hold it together, fear evident in her eyes. She was desperate, but there was no undoing the damage.

Tears filled her eyes, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry… please don’t…”

Her hands pressed tightly against the wound, the arrow stopped most of the bleeding, but the blood kept flowing. She looked at you, helpless, unsure of how to stop it.

Clementine was supposed to protect, not injure the one she loved dearly.