Thread by @LordDynamite__

"You're Too Sweet To Eat" - #twdgnsfw , #twdnsfw | St. John Brothers x Clementine

CW // Noncon, Cannibalism, Omorashi, Vomit, Anal, Biting, Incest

!! Andy and Danny St. John found Clementine absolutely charming. Her small frame and curly hair left them drooling. (+)

They knew it wouldn't be hard to get her alone, especially after her group found out they were using human meat for eating. Once Clementine crawled through the freezer vent, the St. John's found her and used her to their hearts content !!

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Clementine stands, kicking a soccer ball against a trashcan, bored out of her mind. There was truly nothing to do, and she needed something to keep her mind off the growling in her belly.

The rhythmic, almost timed thuds of the ball were quickly stopped when Lilly whistles to everyone. Clementine quickly crouches down, the ball slowly rolling back towards her. Anxiety building in her stomach as she waits for what’s to come;

whether it be a wondering walker or Lee, Mark and Kenny returning from the hunting trip.

Rustling could be heard, before she clearly heard Lee yelling. “Get the gates open! We’ve got wounded!” A sharp inhale from Lilly, before muttering “shit”.

As everyone gets up to run towards the gates, two newcomers appear with them. Mark is carrying a clearly injured man on his back, but Clementine couldn’t see the wound, and a boy was with them.

‘Finally, someone who isn’t an adult…’ Was all she could think, watching cautiously from the sidelines.

As they rush in, everyone starts yelling, but all Clementine can think of is Lee, her small voice not even being heard over Larry yelling and berating the group for making a choice like this, “Lee? Are you okay?” She tries, but knows deep down he can’t hear her.

Lilly starts up the age-old argument, yelling at Lee, “What the hell?! You can’t just be bringing new people here!” Kenny scoffs, “Hey, you wanna calm down for a fucking second?” Larry butts in, “Hey, watch your mouth!” and Lilly simply argues right back

“No! I don’t!—I wanna know why you thought bringing more mouths to feed was a good idea!” Lee furrows his eyebrows, “He would have died if we left him!” “So what?!” Larry yells, clearly never caring for anyone but himself.

“We are not responsible for every survivor we come across” Lilly lowers her voice, so she’s talking now, deep down knowing she needs to keep the situation from escalating too high, “We have to focus on OUR group, right here, right now.”

“Now hang on! We haven’t even talked to these people, maybe they can be helpful!” Carley chimed in, ever the mediator. Mark chimes in as well, “C’mon Lilly, these are people! People just like us, trying to survivor. We’ve got to stick together.”

“The only reason we let you in is because you had food, enough food for ALL of us, but that food’s running out, we’ve got maybe a weeks’ worth left, and I don’t suppose you guys are carrying any groceries.” Lilly narrows her eyes at the lanky teen,

“Uhm… No?” is all he can manage, clearly scared.

“Fine, you guys fight it out, then.” He scoffs, “Welcome to the family, Kid.” Mark walks off, and Clementine looks up at him, hunched over himself, looking awkward. She carefully reached up, and gripped his sleeve.

“Come over here, and see what I drew, okay?” The boy looked at her, confused, “What? No—I?” He stumbles, and Clementine nods, “Just… come over here, okay?” She leads him away, knowing that once everyone argues nothing good gets done.

Clementine pulls him over to the side of the RV, and pulls him down so he’ll sit. He’s clearly stressed, so she takes on showing him her drawings. She does her best to ignore the now dying down argument, and happily greets Duck and Kenny as they come over to where they are.

Carley has now squatted down with them as well. She hopes she can occupy the teens’ time, at least for a little while.

Soon enough, Lee is walking up to the group of children, and Clementine quickly stands up to greet him.

“Where’s your hat?” He questions, ruffling her hair softly. “I dunno! Can… you help me find it?” She leans her head into his hand, a small smile forming on her face. “Sure, Clem. When’d you last see it?” She thinks for a moment, “I had it a couple of days ago!” He nods,

“I promise, if I find it, I’ll let you know.” Clem can’t help but grin, “Thank you!” “Before I forget, I’ve got something for you to eat.” Lee starts, pulling out half of an Apple and handing it to her. “Oh! Thank you, I love apples.”

She giddily munches on the apple, before looking up at Lee, “A sundae would be even better for next time!” Lee chuckles, and hands some cheese and crackers to Duck, and then he heads off to do other work.

Clementine colors one handed for a short time, before breaking the half of an apple into another half and handing it to the teen. “So, what’s your name?” She looks up at him, with expecting eyes. “Oh… Uhm… Ben…” He reaches up to scratch the back of his head, averting his gaze.

“Ben… I like that name! What happened to your friend?” Clementine keeps her eyes trained on him, expecting another lame answer. Ben looks down, guilt eroding at his face,

“My teacher…? We… were running from bandits, and we ended up in the woods I guess… and before we knew it, our teacher had stumbled into one of those bear traps…” He cringed, thinking of it,

“…Then your group showed up, hacked off his leg… My friend… my other classmate was there too… but he didn’t make it…” Ben rubs his face with his hands, his stomach churning with those memories.

“Oh… I’m sorry your friend didn’t make it… But… Katjaa will do her best to help your teacher!” Clementine tries to feed him some hopefully thoughts, personality shining bright even in the darkest of moments, but that only earns a half-hearted smile from Ben.

Continuing to ignore the yelling from Larry, Mark and Lee, she shows Ben the drawing of her cheetah she’s made. “Do you like it?” She stares at him hopefully, a childish glee that reminded him of his sister. “Uh… yeah. I…I do, it’s nice…”

He nods, swallowing hard. Katjaa soon called for Kenny and Lee to go to her, and while Clementine had hope, she saw Ben’s face fall. Clementine tried to distract him again, but quickly they heard screaming. Ben jumped up, and moved to protect Clementine,

body blocking her from seeing what had happened, but she managed to peek around his side, and see Lee fighting the man who had been injured. “Eep!” She cried, burying her face into Ben’s side, clutching his letterman jacket.

Soon, Carley appears with a gun and shoots the man in the back of the head, and Clementine peaks out again, tears in her eyes.

Larry was quick to start yelling, “Why’d you bring him here in the first place, ASSHOLE?!” Larry berated Lee, angrily stomping his foot forward to show he wasn’t going to back down. Lilly quickly went to try to calm her father down, “Dad, calm down.” But Larry continued,

“You’re gonna get us all killed!” Ben slowly walked forward, frowning at the sight of his teacher dead on the ground, but Kenny quickly yelled at him. “Why didn’t you tell us he was bitten?!” “What?” Ben stumbled backwards, confused.

“He was bitten, and you didn’t tell us a God Dam word!” Ben shook his head, “He wasn’t bitten! I-I swear!” His voice cracked, fear framing his face. “Well, your non-bitten friend here just came back to life and tried to kill my wife!”

“What?!” Ben cried, face falling with confusion. “Wait… You all don’t know?”

“What the hell’re you talking about” Kenny carefully pulled Katjaa in to hold her, protective over his wife. “It’s… not the bite that does it.”

He starts, avoiding their eyes, hoping they listen to him. “You come back no matter how you die. If you don’t destroy the brain, that’s just what happens. It’s… gonna happen to all of us.” Ben raises his head,

to finally look at the group of people watching him, sorrow etched into his eyes. Clementine stood next to Duck, processing the words. “God help us…” Lee mumbles, shaking his head in disbelief as Mark spoke behind him.

“It makes sense, those first few days it spread… so fast.” Lilly looked towards her group, “Car accidents, suicides… Everything was making more of them…”

Ben started speaking again, tears welling in his eyes at the memory.

“When I first saw it happen, we were all hiding out in a gym. Everybody thought we were finally safe…” He gulps, stuffing his hands into his pockets,

“But one of the girls, Jenny Pitcher, I think, I guess she just couldn’t take it… She took some pills—A lot of them. Someone went into the girls’ room the next morning and-- …God…” Everyone looked towards one another sorrowfully, eyes downcast.

Carley suddenly yelled out, “Back off!” her gun now raised and trained on two men. “Woah, lady, relax!” One of them cried, holding a gas can. “Me—Me and my brother just wanna know if y’all can help us out?” He said, raising the can in his hand, “I said back off!”

Carley quickly yelled, wanting nothing more than to protect her group. Lilly stood behind her, ready to help if needed, but wanting to see what the situation was. Lee was the next to speak, “You’re outnumbered here. Best turn around and go back.”

The man in the black and white shirt spoke again, “Okay… that—that’s fine, but you’d really be helping out a fellow survivor if you could part with some extra gas before we leave?” He tried again, cautious with his words.

Clementine watched from the sidelines, intrigued in the new situation.

“Why do you need gas?” Carley asked, gun still trained on them. “Our place is protected by an electric fence, generator provide the electricity” the other brother spoke, and Larry’s face turned with interest,

arms folded in front of his chest. “Our generators run on gas! Look, we own a dairy farm a few miles up the road if y’all’d be willing to lower your guns, we-we’d be willing to talk about some kind of trade!”

“How y’all doin’ on food?” the other brother called, raising his eyebrows. “We-We got plenty at the dairy!”

Lilly looked towards Lee and Mark, “Lee? Why don’t you and Mark head over and check it out…” Carley turned, “I’m going with you.” The brothers looked at one another,

before looking back at the group, “So uh… what do y’all think?” Lee thought for a moment, nodding. “You got a deal… We’ll bring SOME gas to your dairy, and in exchange? You give us some food to bring back. See how it goes from there.” He nods to himself,

asserting himself with a dominance neither man could really argue with. The more talkative brother grinned, “Sounds fair! A gallon should power one of our generators for a while!”

Lee knelt down in front of Clementine, and calmly explained to her that he had to leave, that he’d be come back.

“I’m just gonna go check out their farm and hopefully get some food for us, alright? I’ll be back soon, and hopefully you’ll be able to come see the farm if it’s safe.” Lee gently patted her shoulder, to give her some reassurance.

“Alright… You promise, right? You promise you’ll come back?” She looked up at him, worried he’d leave like her parents did. “I promise, Clem, I’ll always come back for you. And I’ll try to find your hat, maybe it blew away at some point.” He pats her head, and stands up.

Clementine watched as Lee, Mark, Carley and Ben left with the two men, hugging herself with a frown. She wished she could go with them, she wanted to help, but knew it was possibly too dangerous. She wandered off to find something else to do, awaiting Lee’s return.

It had only been maybe an hour and a half, but it felt like an eternity for Clem. At this point, she was sitting upside down in a chair, feeling all the blood rush to her head. From her position, she could see Carley and Ben come back to their base.

Not seeing Lee or Mark worried her, so she quickly scrambled out of the seat, falling down on her face. Ignoring the inherent dull pain of falling, she clambered to her feet and ran over to meet up with Carley and Ben. “Where’s Lee? Where’d you get that bread?”

Carley handed Clem a small dinner roll, the bread was soft and doughy, and had a sweet smell.

“Lee is with Mark back at the dairy farm… It looks safe, it’s fully decked out with an electric fence and they’ve got plenty of food for us all to eat—But they’ve got a sick cow… So, in return, Katjaa? I know you’ve done a lot of hard work today, but I was wondering—”

Katjaa quickly nodded, “Please… Anything but working on another human for a day…” She looked almost relieved to be able to work on an animal, Clem couldn’t fathom the stress it took to be the only doctor-like person in the group.

“So, we get to go to the farm?” She tilted her head, nibbling on the bread, watching Carley pass out dinner rolls to each person in the camp. “If… Everyone’s okay with that, then yeah.” Carley nodded, and sighed once the basket was empty,

“They’ve agreed to make a whole, home cooked meal for everyone. They have enough food for all of us.” Larry quickly spoke up, “Well? The what the fuck is the hold up. Lead us back to the farm!” Carley held her tongue, but rolled her eyes.

“Grab your weapons and things you don’t wanna lose, and meet me by the gate so we can all go together.”

Katjaa offered her hand to Duck and Clementine followed the family, Katjaa taking over watching her with Lee was away.

Everyone started gathering up their stuff, and Clem grabbed her backpack, stuffing her walkie talkie and art supplies away in her bag.

Soon, the whole group was setting off towards the farm, she was walking with Duck, playing I Spy with him and Katjaa the whole way there,

to pass the time better. “Uhhh, I spy… with my little eye… something brown!” Duck calls, and Clem sighs. It’s the fifth time he’s said that, and it’s been the same thing every time. “The mud?” She guesses, nearly cringing at his laugh,

“Yeah! The mud!” Katjaa chuckles, and smiles fondly at the two children she’s watching over. “How about I have a turn?” She offers Clementine some relief as the I Spy game continues on with Clementine running off to the front of the group to walk with Carley.

Once they get to the start of the trail up to the house, Carley stops. “Me and Ben are going to go back to the Motel, to keep an eye on things while you’re all here. We’ll find a secure location to hide any valuables and then come back here tonight for dinner, alright?”

Kenny nods, “Alright… you make sure the RV is safe, alright? We’re gonna need it if shit gets tight back at the motel.” Carley nods, and they say their goodbyes before the group heads up the long trail.

Clementine walks next to Kenny the rest of the way, eyes widening in wonder at the sheer size of the home. “Woah!” “Hey everybody—Oh shit, Mark! What happened?” Clementine looked over and gasped at the sight of the arrow sticking out of Mark’s shoulder.

“Shit, what happened?” Lilly asked, as the lady with red hair and Katjaa quickly ushered Mark inside to work on his wounds. The grownups went on and argued about if this place was really safe, but Clementine waited patiently so she could say hi to Lee.

Soon Andy offered a kind word, showing off the swing he fixed. “I saw some kiddos in your group, so, I went ahead and fixed up the old swing! I hope the kids like swinging!” Lee glanced back at Duck and Clem, seeing how both their eyes lit up.

“I love swings! Just like my old tree house! C’mon Duck!” Kenny took over and led the two over to the swings, and Lee watched as the two ran, not noticing Andy’s eyes watching Clementine.

Clementine stood by the swing, waiting patiently for a turn on it as Kenny pushed Duck. Lee knelt down in front of Clem and smiled, “You like the swing?” She quickly nodded, “It’s fun! I like it a lot.” “Be sure to tell Andy thank you for fixin’ it up, alright?”

Lee raises an eyebrow at her, and she nods again. “I will! Will you push me on it?” “Sure thing, kiddo.”

Lee stands up, and looks towards Kenny and Duck, “Mind if Clementine gets a turn?” Lee watches Kenny nod, and look at Duck,

“Alright Duck, let Clementine have a turn on the swing.” Duck sighs, and hops off “Alright…” Clementine excitedly sits on the swing, pushed gently by Lee. From the porch Andrew and Danny watch, talking to each other in hush voices.

Kenny looks at them, and waves as a brief thank you, and Andy waves back. The non-verbal encounter is pleasant, so Kenny looks away from them and the brothers return to their hushed conversation, eyes still trained on Clementine.

Lee gently pushes the swing, watching Clementine kick her legs with the motions. “So, what do you think of the dairy?” Striking up a quick conversation, knowing that he’ll be heading out soon. “It’s pretty! It reminds me of how things used to look before…”

Clementine tilts her head back to look at him briefly. “Yeah… it does.” Lee agrees “Do… you think it’ll ever get back to the way it was before?” She asks, sadness laced in her voice. “Yes. I’m not sure when, but I think one day, everything will be normal again.”

Lee nods, sharing a shred of hope with Clementine. “That’s good! I hope it’s soon…” Lee chuckles, “Me too.”

“Alright Clem, that’s enough for now.” Lee stops the swing so Clementine can hop off. “Okay! Thanks for pushing me!”

She slides off the wooden seat, and returns to her spot by the tree while Kenny and Duck return to swinging. Lee pats Clem’s head, before heading off towards Lilly and Larry in the gazebo.

Clem stands under the tree for a short time, before sitting down on the grass and taking out her coloring book to work on it.

Slowly working on her coloring pages, she keeps her eye on Lee, watching as he heads up to the porch to talk to the nice brothers.

She figures that’s who he’s going to leave with soon, so she starts to pack up her crayons and coloring book so ants and bugs don’t make their home inside it. Slotting the closed backpack against the fence, she gets up just in time for Lee to start lightly jogging down the steps;

gun in hand, Danny following behind him. She stands by the gate, watching as they walk down the path, pouting as he didn’t say goodbye before he left.

When Lee got back, Clementine had just slipped into the barn to see the cow that Katjaa was working on.

Clem stood near the door, not wanting to get in the way, hands politely folded in front of her body, rocking back and forth on her feet. When the cow raised her head towards Clem, she backed up, but Katjaa reassured her. “It’s okay, Clementine, you can pet her.”

Her voice soft as she speaks to the girl. Clem’s eyes can’t help but trail back to Lee, looking for his reassurance as well, unsure of herself. “Go ahead, Clem.” Clementine looks back towards the cow, and slowly inches forward.

Her small hand meets the cow’s short hair, brushing against it slowly. “Woaah…” Andy’s eyes kept on Clementine, admiring her. His intentions weren’t innocent, as he watched her bent over, petting the cow, thinking of how good she’d look bent over a table.

His mind blanked for a moment, eyes trailing over to Lee as he kneels in front of the salt lick. “What’s this?”

Duck quickly pipes up, “Daddy said it’s a salt lick!” Lee nods, and Clementine replies, “Yeah- but don’t lick it! It’s gross…” Standing up, Lee raised his eyebrow.

“Did you lick it?” She pauses, smile falling from her face for a moment. “...I dunno.” She averts her eyes and returns to petting the cow. Lee chuckles, shaking his head as he walks away. Clementine purses her lips, having been found out.

Clementine crouches down and pets the cow, Lee and Kenny hanging out in the back of the barn talking in hushed voices. Andy stands up and heads back there, talking to the two of them for a brief moment before Katjaa calls for him.

Clementine watches for a moment as Lee and Kenny return to their hushed conversation. Their eyebrows were all furrowed and they looked worried, but Clem knew she shouldn’t interject. Andy was asking her all sorts of questions too, telling her how smart she was.

Soon, Lee was heading out, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, Clem. Make sure to behave, alright? Come find me if you need anything, alright?” He made sure to see her nod, before heading out.

After a short while, Lee reappeared inside the barn, listening in on Clementine asking Katjaa about the pregnant cow, amazed at how a baby could be inside it. Lee breathes out a laugh. “Careful, don’t spook her, now.” Katjaa cautioned, relaxing in her chair.

She sipped on a glass of water that Andy had brought her, the work she’d done to take care of their cow was more than enough to work up a sweat, and they clearly wanted to keep Katjaa and the cow healthy. Lee pulled the hat out of his back pocket, and gestured towards Clem,

“Hey, Clem.” Lee holds up the hat, watching as Clementine gasps in surprise. Her eyes light up and the whole world might as well be shining. “My hat! You found it!” Securing the hat atop her head, she bounced on her feet excitedly. “I knew you’d find it! You said you would!”

Lee smiled for a moment, before dropping into a serious glance. “Listen… Did you give your hat to anyone?” Clem shook her head, “No?” Lee nods, “Did you see anyone strange around the motor inn who may have taken it?” Clem thinks for a moment, but shakes her head again.

“No? Why?” Lee crouches down. “It’s probably nothing, just let me know if you ever see something.” He pats her head, ruffling her hair under the hat. “Okay!” She giggles, her nose scrunching up softly. Clem twiddled with her finger for a moment, before leaning from side to side.

“Hey Lee…? Do you think you’ll ever have kids?” She seemed shy to ask, pursing her lips. Lee takes a moment to think about it, “I’d… like to have one someday. Maybe even a little girl like you.” Clementine grins, “That’s nice, you’d be a good daddy!”

She rubs her arm, pleased with that answer. “Thank you for finding my hat!” Lee raises from his crouched position, “You’re welcome, Clem.”

Clem watches as Lee walks away towards Kenny, turning back around towards the cow to pet her again.

She goes on asking questions to Katjaa, her mind briefly wandering towards where Andy went, something about the generator. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but he seemed mighty annoyed. She peered over towards Lee and Kenny, eyeing them in their hushed conversation.

She was curious, but her parents told her listening in to conversations is never okay, so she turned her head back towards the cow, and focused. Mabel was a pretty cow, her coat was shiny and clean, and her belly was round.

She seemed tired, mooing every once and awhile, soft huffs coming from her nose. “Pretty girl…” She mumbles, petting the cows fur.

Soon, a bell rang, signaling that dinner was ready to be served. Duck quickly hopped up, “Mom! Dad! It’s dinner time, it’s dinner time!”

He was such a loud and excitable kid, hurrying off to the house, Katjaa and Kenny trailing behind him. Kenny had stopped for a brief word with Lee, but Clementine waited for him. Kenny ushered Duck and Clementine out of the door,

Clem worriedly glancing back towards Lee, but obliged.

Sitting around the dining table, she could smell the food. It was warm, and it was fresh. It reminded her of Sunday dinners with her parents, it was always so nice. They’d have warm meals, and delicious deserts.

She missed her parents, but Lee said they’d find them, so she trusted in those words. Brenda, Andy and Danny were bustling about, setting the table and setting out the food for everyone to eat.

Brenda only briefly asked where Lee was, and Kenny said he was outside checking on the fences to make sure they weren’t too sharp for the kids to play around.

Clementine didn’t say anything, but she knew that wasn’t right… It was wrong to lie, but Kenny was trustworthy, so there must be a reason; maybe it was a surprise! She patiently waited for the food to be served, swinging her legs under the table.

When Lee finally arrived, everyone was already sitting at the table, ready to eat. Brenda was bringing dishes out, cheerfully telling Lee the bathroom was down the hall. Clem was excited to eat, but wanted to wait for Lee to return.

It’d been a few minutes, as dinner was being served around on plates, when Brenda called out to Lee. “Lee? Did you fall in?” She chuckles to herself, earning a hearty laugh from Larry too. “Dinners on the table, and everyone’s having at!”

Lee appears in the doorway, looking rather panicked, “Don’t eat that!” Clementine jumps at his shout, dropping her fork on the table. Confused, but trusting Lee, she stares at him as he catches his breath. Urgency in his tone. “Lee… Jesus man, did you find something?”

Kenny questioned, everyone around the table staring at the man who was still catching his breath. “Sit your ass down, Lee! This fine lady just made you a meal!” Larry berated, “Yeah, Lee? What’s gotten into you?” Everyone started to argue that Lee should just sit down,

but he looked at them all, “You’re eating human meat!” The brothers furrowed their eyebrows, and Brenda shook her head. “That’s just crazy talk! He’s hungry, you all have experienced such frightening things…”

“You’re scaring the kids, Lee…” Kenny pipped up, furrowing his eyebrows.

Andy groaned, “He woulda died anyway! We gotta think about living…” “Settle down, honey…” Brenda spoke, warning him.

“Growing up in Rural Georgia, you’re taught not to waste. It’s how I was raised, and how I raised my boys. Now! You’ve got monsters roaming around that do nothing but eat people! For what… To continue to rot? We can put that meat to use!”

Brenda argued, hoping that this group will see her point, and maybe even agree with her. “Andy is right… We go after folks who were gonna die anyways… One way or another.” She frowns, but Danny cuts in, a grim tone. “Like y’all…”

Lee changed his stance, ready to fight. Clementine was starting to tear up, not wanting to die, and if these men were right, they would all die. “Kenny—” Lee started, but the brothers stood up, guns in hand. “This all could have worked out…”

Brenda sighed sadly, staring at the table, the dinner she worked so hard on being put to waste before her very eyes.

Clementine started to cry, quietly crying out for Lee, fear filling her voice.

Andy grasped Clementine’s hair, her curls wrapping around his fingers as he tugs her from the bench. She screams, grasping at his hands, tears slowly sliding down her face. “Lee!!” She cried. “Let go of her, you son of a bitch!”

Stepping forward, only be stopped by the barrel of Danny’s shotgun pressing into his neck. Everyone was stopped by loud thudding and banging on the stairs. “Please…” Mark’s voice cried from the hallway,

the heavy dragging sound of him pulling his legless body towards the dining room felt embedded into Clementine’s ears. “Help me…” He groaned. Lee looked between Mark’s body to Clementine, as if to mentally tell her to look away, but her eyes were trained on his bloodied body.

Lee moved to try to save his group, but was quickly hit and knocked unconscious.

The brothers wrangled everyone up, leading them outside. Andy’s hand was still tangled within Clementine’s hair, pulling her along as Brenda held Duck and Katjaa in the house,

saying how she needed these two for their cow. Andy and Danny had their guns pointed towards the rest of the group, leading them towards the barn, all while Kenny was yelling about his wife and son.

Clementine hadn’t felt so stupid like this in a long time, tears slipping down her chin. They were all shoved into a freezer like room together, Lee’s body soon joining their group once more.

Clementine quickly found herself on the floor, kneeling next to Lee’s head, waiting for him to wake up.

Larry hadn’t stopped yelling since they’d been shoved in there and Lilly was still throwing up, but Clementine kept her head held high, waiting for Lee to wake up.

His eyes cracked open, a soft groan emitting from his lips. “Lee!” Clementine quickly sat up on her knees, “It was a person! They tried to make us eat a person…” She cried, clearly unsure how to feel about this, and Lee nodded, still coming to. “Yeah… But you didn’t do it?”

He asked, just wanting to make sure she hadn’t eaten any of the flesh. “No,” she shook her head, only to be interrupted by Larry. “The rest of us did, God Damn It! If you hadn’t dragged your feet!” He was always finding some way to berate Lee,

“C’mon dad, now’s not the time.” Lilly tried, still weak from losing her meal.

“…We’re gonna get out, right?” Clementine asked, looking up at Lee, who nods in return. His eyes trailed over the room as he thought of what to say.

“You okay, Clementine? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” He looked at her in worry, but she shook her head. “Mm-mm, no…” Between Larry beating at the door and yelling, and Kenny pacing around panicking, Lee was at a loss. “Those fuckers have my family! Duck and Katjaa—”

Kenny raised his arm to point at the door, “We’ve gotta get outta here!”

Larry, once again picking a fight started yelling at Lee again. “This god damn thumb sucker was the one who brought us here!” but Kenny retaliated quickly. “Would you just shut the fuck up!”

Clementine frowned, grasping at Lee’s arm, “I’m scared…” Lee reassured her gently, before walking around to find a way out. Lee inspected a few places in the room, as Larry and Lilly kept arguing. Kenny looked back to yell at them to shut up, but it was too late.

Larry groaned in pain, grasping at his chest. “gah… ahh…”

Larry collapsed to the ground, Lilly quickly collapsing beside him to try to wake up him. Lee grabbed Clementine’s head to pull her into his stomach, trying to shield her eyes from the death.

She’s seen enough for this lifetime. Lee protected Clementine, but Kenny looked at him. “Lee… You know what has to happen…” Lee looks down at the little girl he’s protecting,

“Clem, go stand in the corner, facing the wall… Don’t look, okay? Just stay facing the wall… We don’t want him to attack us, alright? We need to keep us all safe. I’m gonna try to help Lilly, but if we can’t… then It’ll have to end. Okay? You understand?”

Clementine nodded, sniffling as the tears well in her eyes again. “I—I understand…” She shuffles over towards the wall, crying into her hands as Lee quickly goes to help Lilly.

Kenny starts to panic, yelling about how they’re about to stuck in that tiny space with someone twice their size. “You’re not helping, Kenny! Just—Fuck, man, give me a god damn minute!” Lee continues helping, but looks at Lilly with a sorrowful eye.

“Lilly. …Lilly, he’s gone. Let him go—Lilly!” Lee puts his hand on her shoulder, gaining her full attention. “Lilly. It’s time… Say your goodbyes…” He stands up, and steps towards Kenny with a grim expression. “The salt lick?” Kenny only nods, panicked.

As horrible as Larry was to them all, Lilly still lost her father. Lee pulls Lilly towards him, to keep her from fighting this, after letting her say goodbye, and holds her gently. “I’m sorry, Lilly… I may not have liked him, but he didn’t deserve to die in here…”

Lilly shook her head, tears escaping down her face. “…I’m sorry…” Lee pulls her over towards Clementine, and shields both their eyes as Kenny drops the salt lick on Larry’s head. The sound makes the girls jump, but Lilly weeps.

Her sorrowful cries akin to a child, pathetic wails that show just how hurt she is. Lee can’t offer her much help, his arms being a safe space for her for the time being.

Kenny sat against a wall for a moment, gathering his bearings. He processed the death that had just taken place, staring at the corpse on the ground. Before Kenny could start asking about a way out, Lee turned towards the vent.

“We need to escape. We can’t… sit around and mourn just yet, as much as I’m sure we want to. Larry wouldn’t want to see you die here too, Lilly.” She wipes her eyes, attempting to slow the fall. “…Yeah…” She mumbles.

Lee takes it upon himself to start looking for a way out again, searching for a screwdriver or something that can unscrew the bolts in the vent.

“Larry… said he had 69 cents in the pocket… If I could look in his pockets to find the change… I could unscrew this vent cover and get us out…” Lee proposes, mostly to attempt to gain Lilly approval.

She nods slowly, and sits down against the wall, losing all hope in the matter. Her eyes empty as they stare at her father’s corpse. Clementine stayed facing the wall, not wanting to see the aftermath of whatever had occurred.

She stepped from one foot to the other, listening to the conversations.

A dreary atmosphere fell over the room, Lee working in relative silence to get the vent off the wall. The opening wasn’t large enough for any of them, except for Clementine.

He looked towards the girl with worried eyes. If something happened to her out there, he’d never forgive himself. “Clementine could fit through…” He proposes, staring up into the vent. Kenny nods in agreement, “Looks like it leads right into that back room.”

Lee turns his head towards the girl, walking over to speak with her. Kneeling down to get eye-level, he sighs, “You… don’t have to do this, alright?” She nods, “I…I know, I just wanna go home…” Kenny nods, “We all do, kid… This’ll get us out.”

Lee boosts Clementine up to the crawl space, watching as she pauses and turns back towards him. “What do I do if I get out?” Lee looks towards the locked door, “See if you can get to the door that’s locking us in here and unlock it from out there, alright?”

She nods, and starts her crawl through the dusty shaft. The things and thuds of the vent sound throughout the room, and then a soft thud that seems to announce her arrival on the other side. The three in the room hear her gasp, before a man’s voice can be heard.

Lee tries pounding on the door, trying to get their attention, expecting them to bring her right back here, but she doesn’t reappear in his reach. A small struggle is heard through the vent, as Clementine pleads softly for him to let her go.

Lee is left to pray that they’re just trying to catch her to bring her back, instead of anything else. But soon the cries and screams grow more distant, and it feels like hope is lost. Lee looks towards Kenny, feeling just as hopeless as he does.

Clementine reached the end of the vent, and carefully climbed down, not having noticed the man waiting for her. She gasps upon dropping into the room, as Danny, the younger of the brothers tangles his hand in her hair. “Caught ya…” He grins,

“You think you’re gonna get ‘em out? You’re just a little girl… A shame they sent you out here, really…” He chuckles lowly, as he drags her with him by her hair. “No! Let go! Let go, please! Where are you taking me!!”

She cried, tears springing into her eyes as she’s pulled further away from the barn. He was dragging her out towards the field, away from the barn and away from the house. Her frantic eyes searched the area, only to find Andrew joining their walk.

“Quiet girl, you don’t wanna make this any worse than it’s gonna be. Ain’t no point in crying.” Andrew said, his voice soft but dripping with contempt. The girls’ body was all he wanted at this point; her small trembling frame riled him up beyond comprehension. She was perfect.

The brothers had figured they’d need to help repopulate, and their momma was too old to have more babies, so Clementine was a good start.

One far enough away from the buildings on the land, seeing them in the near distance, Danny tossed Clementine to the dirt, watching as she scrambles to try to sit back up. “Wh—Why are you doing this!” She cried, voice trembling as her high-pitched cries echoed through the night.

The sun had long set, the night air biting at the exposed skin of her arms. “Don’t you get it, girl? We need to show you how to be good… Clearly, you aren’t given proper treatment in your little camp…” Danny offered; his grin turned sinister as she has yet to try to run.

Her legs were trembling as she tried to curl up. “You’re… n-not gonna eat me, are you” She whimpered, wishing to hide. “Oh darlin’… you’re much too pretty to eat…” Andy barked out a laugh at her fear.

Andy knelt down, rough, well worked hands grasping at Clementine’s legs to pry them open and pull her closer to his body. “What end you going for, Danny?” He questioned, pulling a pocket knife from his pocket, and slicing at her dress.

“Front… I wanna see if she’ll throw up…” Danny worked on removing his belt, the leather unwinding from around his waist. “I’d like to see that…” Andy grunted. Clementine flailed her thin legs, trying to kick, but to no avail;

the two men were far too big to be stopped by her squirming. Throwing her tiny arms around to get away. Lee would save her. She knew he would. He had to!

Andy tore her tights; the sound of fabric being torn made her stomach churn and roll.

She wasn’t sure what was happening, or why they were ripping and cutting her clothes, but she felt gross. Danny licked his lips, as his pants dropped from around his waist, kicking them off to the side.

“God, that little mouth a yours is gonna be nice…” he grumbled, falling to his knees next to her head. Lying on her back, she shook her head, scared of what was going to happen. Danny’s solid cock was pushed at her face, a gross odor pooling into her nostrils from his cock.

She gagged, closing her eyes tight at the feeling of his member poking her cheek. “C’mon girl, open up…” He nudged her cheek with his cock once more, before pinching her nose with his fingers.

Her breathing was cut off with her mouth and nose sealed shut, her face slowly turning red. “Open up…”

Andy tore her panties from her waist, tossing the ruined clothing off to the side without a care.

He grasped her hips with brutal strength, and tugged her body to meet up with his unzipped pants, cock hanging out from his boxers. Andy used his thumb to hold his cock still as he rubbed it against her shaven, swollen pussy.

Her hole was hidden by the folds, a shiver running through Andy’s body at the sight of her pre-pubescent cunt. Gently slapping his cock against her folds, he groaned. Clementine opened her mouth to gasp, as her air supply had been cut off for far too long,

not wanting to pass out and leave her body on display for anyone to find.

Danny pressed his foul cock into her mouth, pushing past her lips and teeth. The head of his cock rubbed her tongue and left her gagging. He tangled his fingers in her hair to hold her in place,

grasping at the curled strands to ensure she was stuck. “Don’t you dare try bitin’ me kid, I’ll make sure that group-a-yours is shot dead where they stand if you try anything funny.” Danny scoffed at her whine.

Vomit rose inside the back of her throat, the acid burning her esophagus. Tears prick at her eyes, welling and obstructing her vision. The fear of causing her group to die leads her to obey and leave her jaw slack no matter how much the gagging makes her body tense up.

She wishes she could throw up to get the awful taste from her mouth, but he slips his cock in more and more.

Her stomach tenses with the need to vomit, just wanting to get the taste from her mouth. He continues to slowly sheathe his cock inside her small mouth,

her lips wrapped around his length tightly, nearly tearing at the sides of her mouth. Tears slid down her cheeks, and all she had in her belly to throw up was the half an apple from earlier and a dinner roll. It physically ached to think about losing that food,

but she didn’t want to feel this guy’s thing inside her anymore. Andy spit down onto her cunt, rubbing the slimy saliva over her mound with his cock. Slicking her up enough for his cock to slip between her folds. “Get her arms, Danny…” Andy grumbled,

using his thumb to push his cock into place, her folds spread open around the head of his cock; revealing her clit. Danny groaned, using one hand to grasp both her wrists, holding them in a bruising grip as he slips his cock in and out of her mouth, scraping against her teeth.

Andy slotted his cock into place, and grabbed her waist, slamming in. She couldn’t even scream with the cock hitting the back of her throat, but a stream of pee soaked Andy’s pants. His cock stretched her virgin cunt open, blood leaking down between her cheeks,

and the uncontrollable piss that streamed from her body left her quivering. All she saw was white, the pain burning her very core, all her nerves were lit ablaze in agony. “Fuck… Ruining my pants…” Andy grumbled, cock twitching inside her.

“I’ll get ya back for that, I’ll make sure to make this belly round and plump with my seed…” He rubbed his hand over her tummy, before roughly pressing his fingers into her lower abdomen while thrusting in, tearing at her walls.

On the verge of passing out, drool, tears and snot coated her face, her thighs covered in pee and blood, she felt like she was dying. She was sure of it. Whatever these men were doing to her was death. Her jaw ached from being stretched around something as thick as Danny’s cock,

and her cunt was unbearably tight around Andy’s. Her blood slicked up his cock, the sticky, wet liquid coating the head that was ripping open her small hole. She couldn’t scream or cry anymore, her vision starting to fade back in, still shrouded in darkness.

She felt a pain in her tummy like no other, her entire body overwhelmed with pain, that even the hands roaming her skin felt like vibrations instead of touches. Danny’s hand groped her budding mound, pinching her puffy brown nipples between his fingers.

Andy kept a tight grasp on her waist, his fingers leaving bruises in her soft skin as he used her body like a fleshlight. Propelling himself further into her by pulling her down onto his cock. Danny grasped her hair and yanked her down onto his cock,

the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. The steadily rising bile manages to spew from her nostrils and from the corners of her mouth. The murky yellow color drips down her chin and face, her eyes watering from the burning feeling in her nose and throat.

Her bile and small chunks of food clump in her throat and nostril, leaving her choking. Danny pulls out to let her cough out the rest, weeping. Her throat burns and aches, chunks of what little food she’s eaten laying in the grass under her face felt like a taunt.

Hacking up whatever she could, she heaved a few more times, but nothing more came out. Her body trembled with pain, the lack of energy and nutrients left inside her making her feel weak. The rancid smell of throw up only made her wish she could throw up again,

the memory burnt into her brain. She wept at the loss of food, her already rumbling tummy growling again with the loss. “You damn kid, can’t even handle my cock?” Danny sneered.

“You’re the one who gave her a break, get back to it, ain’t no sense wasting what time we’ve got with her. That pesky group’s gonna try to figure out ‘nother way to get out.” Andy quickly retaliated, raising his hand from Clementine’s skin to lightly whack Danny’s shoulder.

Danny grumbled, “Fine, but I don’t wanna use her mouth no more, gimme her damn ass.” Andy sighed, pulling out. Clementines’ hole throbs, trying to close after being gaped so far.

Her walls quivering and shuddering with each attempt to return to normal as Andy used her body like a ragdoll. Moving her around without much care for her comfort. Andy laid on the grass, his cock coated in her blood still twitching with the urge to fill her little cunt again.

With his hands firmly wrapped around Clementine’s waist, he pulled her on top of him, her bloody cunt leaking onto his shirt. She felt exhausted, her small body trying to regain strength to run, but her legs felt weak and limp beneath her.

“C’mon, help me here.” Andy mumbled, struggling to lift what had quickly become dead weight. Danny sighed, and grasped Clementine’s sides, under her armpits to lift her up. Her body felt clammy but all too hot, her skin burning with the heat of pain searing through her insides.

Her hole still ached as Danny and Andy helped one another to get her back onto Andy’s cock. Andy’s hands clung to her waist, grasping her hips as Danny lifted her for leverage.

Between the two of them, it was marginally easier to lower Clementine’s gaping hole back onto Andy’s cock. The thick head of his dick stretched her open unbearably wide, forcing her hole to open around him. He groaned as she was lowered down onto him, her soft,

empty sobs only left her muscles quivering to move. Danny dropped her without warning, her small body folding down on top of Andy, who used his position to adjust her cunt on him.

Bucking his hips a few times, he inches his cock in deeper and deeper, finally hitting her cervix with the end of his cock.

He hadn’t been able to fully sheathe his length within her, her small, underage body left no room for his cock anymore,

so he relented to simply thrust brutally up into her aching cervix. Danny grunted, and stroked his vomit coated cock; rubbing his hand over it to wipe the leftover chunks of her meal from earlier off. Mumbling a quick “Eugh”, he got to work crouching down in the soil,

dirt staining his knees and leaving rough indents in his skin. Clementine lies on Andy’s chest, eyes partially rolled back, leaving only the whites showing and her mouth was hung open with drool and traces of vomit leaking out.

Andy had no quarrel over the mess she was making, feeling like these were necessary steps into breaking her in for breeding. Danny shuffled in behind Clementine, leaning down to bask in the heat of her exposed asshole.

With the gape from her cunt, her asshole was split open slightly too, forced to try to remain pinched closed.

Danny dragged his tongue over her taint and onto her asshole. His warm tongue slathered saliva over her pucker, leaving her whimpering.

“No..Not there…” She cries, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat faced. “Please…” She pleaded, but Danny ignored her cries. Groaning softly, his hot breath wafting over her sensitive skin. Beads of sweat dripped down over his tongue, helping thoroughly lubricate her hole.

Danny leant down further, licking over the exposed half of his brother’s cock, up to where the cock gaped Clementine’s hole, blood and slick coating his tongue. “Gah, damn… Danny…” Andy groaned, bucking his hips up into her.

Her cunt squeezed with each flick of Danny’s tongue over her hole, which only groped and beckoned Andy’s cock deeper. Pleasure thrummed away in her belly, trying to overcome the pain. She wished she could be back home, back before any of this, with her mom and dad.

She wanted her walkie talkie, she wanted to be home, but every time she tried to space out and just imagine life from before, Danny would slather her hole in his spit.

Prodding at her pucker with his tongue, he moaned at the way it accepted him right in.

Her asshole twitched at the attention, forcing soft whines from her throat. Andy thrusted slowly, letting her tight cunt do the work on his cock. Danny fondled over Andy’s balls, groping at the mounds, soft flesh pliable in his hand,

while his other hand worked on reaching under Clementine and between the two’s connected bodies to find her clit, rubbing it under her stretched lips. The bud was fully exposed, her clit hood forcefully pulled back from the stretch.

He rubbed quick circles into her clit, the ultrasensitive nerves forcing more piss from her exerted hole, spraying over Andy’s pants and Danny’s hand, but all Danny could do was groan; pulling back from her hole. “God damn, she squirts when she feels good…”

He laughs, clearly teasing her; pinching her clit between his fingers. “You gonna piss yourself again? Bet you want us to plug up your messy hole so you can’t make a big ‘ol mess.” Danny slipped his finger under her clit, prodding at her urethra with his finger.

Andy groaned, between the constant squeezing of her cunt and Danny massaging his balls; he was nearing his end. Head thrown back in pleasure, his hips continued to buck almost of their own accord,

sweat starting to stain his clothes from the energy it took to ruin such a small girl. The closer he got to his climax, the more jittery and stuttered his thrusts had become, thighs shaking as he tried to keep up with his own need to fulfil himself.

Danny moved his hand up, massaging the base of Andy’s cock in his hand, keeping his fingers pinching and rubbing Clementine’s clit, tongue still dipping in and out of her taut hole. “Guuh, fuck…!” Andy groaned, his balls tightening with his orgasm.

His hot seed spurted into Clementine’s cunt, with little room for it to go, it leaking out and down his cock, her walls thoroughly painted white. Seed forced into her womb, breeding her not-yet fertile cunt.

Danny pulled away, eyes watching Clementine’s hole open and close,

winking at him as it’s been worked open with his tongue. As he pulled away, the string of saliva connecting his tongue to her hole split apart, leaving a trail of saliva running down his chin. “Hah…” Danny huffed, using the ground to leverage himself up onto his feet again.

Squatting over his brother and the girl, he grasped his rock-hard cock in his hand and positioned the head at the opening of her asshole. Her hole spread around the head of his cock, an uncomfortable fullness leaving the feeling of lead in her gut.

Her body is far too weak to handle crying again, only soft shakes of her shoulder could be felt, tears cascading down her sullen cheeks. Danny grunted at the tight fit of her hole that was trying to accommodate his girth.

He palmed her ass cheeks, spreading her open to watch with a clear view as his cock dove into her hole. She let out a soft squeak of pain, mouse-like hiccups shaking her chest. “Where’s that knife, Andy…” Danny grunted, looking at the full view he had of her sweat slick back.

“I wanna leave my mark” Andy groaned, bucking his hips again, his cum dribbling down his balls. “It’s… uhgh, in the grass somewhere…” Andy hurried out a reply, groaning as Danny slipped more of his cock in,

stretching her holes around their cocks, but squeezing their cocks together.

Dannys eyes searched the nearby grass, seeing the shiny blade in the pale moonlight. He hums softly in triumph as he hunches forward, laying his front over Clementine’s back;

forcing more of Andy’s cock to press into her cervix uncomfortably. He grasps at the handle of the knife, sweat sticking to his skin. Leaning back, he grunts as his cock twitches, only the head stretching open her hole so far.

He stares down at the small expanse of her back, thinking to himself for a moment. He looks towards the knife in his hand, slowly touching the blade to her skin. He carves down wards, and then connects a backwards C to the long line that he’d made.

She cries, her body shaking with each sob, but Andy wraps his arms around her to hold her still so Danny could write on her. “Yeah… Keep ‘er still, Andy… I wanna make sure she’s rightly branded…”

Every line that cuts into her skin, leaves a layer of styro peaking from the slightly parted skin. The layer of white barely contains the bubbling fatty layer that’s working to peek through. His lines are neat but jagged,

sharp at the ends as he writes “Danny” on her back. She trembles through the pain, her asshole clenching every time the blade meets her skin. Andy does a good job keeping her steady, letting Danny have his fun, before the knife is tossed to the side.

Danny grins down at the jagged and bloody letters he's just made. Blood dribbling down the sides of her body, caressing the skin under her armpits and sides as it makes its way towards Andy’s shirt.

Danny leans forward, pressing his naked chest against her back, smearing the blood all over his own chest and stomach. The red beads of blood stain him with a cold red. He starts to sink his cock in further, thrusting his hips slowly to inch it in.

She whimpers through each thrust, her hole twitching.

“God, tight kid…” Danny groans, his cock starting to slip deeper into her guts. He presses his face into her shoulder, hunched over her like a monster, before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

The bite just barely breaks the skin, leaving several indents in her flesh. “Fuuuck” he groans as he pulls away, seeing the mark he made. Andy isn’t that personal, making no effort to mark her up. Clementine’s eyes have rolled back fully, and she’s stopped responding.

Her body rocking with their movements, and her hole loosening around them with her body’s relaxation. She’s unconscious as they rock their cocks into her body, leaving her useless to them.

Andy grunts, using Danny’s thrusting to meet and form a rhythm for the two of them, shifting who thrusts between the two of them. Danny continued to sink his cock in further and further, using her forcefully relaxed body to take his cock.

Danny doesn’t last nearly as long as Andy, balls clenching and his cock throbbing as his seed spurts out inside her ass. It doesn’t leak out around Danny’s cock like Andy’s did, burrowing itself inside her guts to make her feel overly gross for the next few days.

As Danny pulled out, blood from her torn cunt and ass coat his cock, the red liquid mixing with the white as they both started to seep out. Danny’s softening cock fell between his legs as he helped Andy pull the girl up into a sitting position.

“C’mon, fill her up.” Danny grasps at Clementine’s sides, bouncing her up and down on Andy’s cock. She’s deadweight in his arms, a glorified heavy fleshlight for the brothers.

The two had all sorts of plans on what they’d do what her small body, tie her up until she started to have her period to finally begin breeding her full of their babies.

They were ready to make sure her cunt was gaped and ready for childbirth, especially at her young age with such a small body. The men had no problem keeping a useless fleshlight to train, you could even say they welcomed having something to warm their cocks. Andy groaned,

“Hhg—hough!” His balls clenched, cum spurting inside once again, coating her cervix and walls with his milky white seed. Danny reached forward and rubbed her clit, letting her body fall against his chest while he rubbed fast circles into her bundle of nerves.

Her entire body shook and shivered with each circle that was forced onto her most sensitive parts, her asshole gaped and dripping with the milky pink substance.

Snot, tears, saliva and sweat cover her skin, cum coating the inside of her thighs and piss clings to her body wherever it’d managed to land. Congealed blood clung to the skin of her back and sides, a stringy mess of disgust.

Danny pulled the girls body off Andy, laying her down in the grass for a short moment. The sound of a gunshot sounded through the air, cutting through the serenade of the crickets. Danny paused, blood seeping down his back and front.

Carlie and Ben appeared from behind some bushes, a gun pointed at Andy as Danny fell to the ground, dead. Lee, Kenny and Lilly had all escaped from the barn by then, Katjaa and Duck still locked inside the house with Brenda. Kenny had run off to go save his family,

but Lee and Lilly came rushing out towards the field, having heard the gunshot. It had echoed for miles, leaving a resonate sound of violence. Clementine’s broken and battered body lay in the grass, quickly spotted by Lee who ran towards the small group.

Upon seeing what they’d done to Clementine, Carlie pointed her gun at Andy’s head and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground, his fingers twitching once or twice, before becoming motionless.

Lee scooped Clementine up, seeing Katjaa and Duck appear from the house with Kenny behind them. “Kenny! There’s…There’s a bath in that house, she needs—” Katjaa and Carlie both quickly offered to take over, and if Clementine comes too, she may want women around to keep her safe.

Her body was covered in slow forming bruises, blood and bitemarks marring her skin. Her eyes are only partially open, a small sliver of the whites over her eyes showing under her long eyelashes.

Carlie takes Clementine from Lee’s arms, hesitating for a brief moment to contemplate entering the house again, before she quickly rushes forward, Katjaa in tow. Kenny stares at Lee for a brief moment, sad, sorry eyes meeting Lee’s terrified ones.

“She’s gonna be okay, Lee…” Lilly tries, looking down towards the two bodies that Clementine was pulled away from. Danny was naked, face down in the grass with one arm under his body, but Andy was laying on his back, mouth hung open,

his skull blown open and brain matter splattering the softly waving grass. Lilly groans at the sight, looking down to see his flaccid cock hanging out of his pants. “God, how disgusting…” Kenny looks over and frowns.

“…She went through all this…” he starts, and is cut off by the soft-spoken words of Lee. “Cause of me… I sent her out there… Alone and unprotected.” He feels a shame deep within his chest. “God… How could I be so stupid.” Kenny places his hand on Lee’s shoulder,

and the group looks towards the house, before searching for their weapons again.

In the house, Katjaa and Carlie are softly bathing Clementine, washing the bodily fluids off her, scrubbing her skin until it’s soft again. Katjaa takes extra care with her hair, softly washing it.

She manages to keep her tears in, while Carlie was openly sobbing. She kept reassuring she was fine, just unsure how those men could do this to such a little girl. “I know… I know that it’s not uncommon that men do this to women… but she’s so small… Why…”

She’d hiccup and lose her train of thought, horrified by the scene of the bath. They’d stepped over Brenda and Mark’s bodies, both shot in the head, and traveled up the stairs to the bathroom.

The one downstairs wasn’t a full bathroom, so they had to use this one, but the floor was covered in Mark’s blood. They didn’t want Clementine to wake up in such a horrific place, so they were doing their best to be fast.

Once they were done, Carlie searched the mothers room while Katjaa wrapped the freshly bathed Clementine in a towel; gently patting her skin dry. Carlie quickly returns with an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts that can be tied in the front.

Unable to find underwear that would fit her, they decided to go with clothes that would be comfy and fit. The two women worked on getting her dressed, carefully synching the waistband of the shorts so they wouldn’t fall off.

Carlie carefully lifts Clementine back up into her arms, to return out to the group waiting.

They were all sitting on the porch, Lee restlessly pacing the wooden deck until the screen door opened to reveal them.

Lee sighed in relief upon seeing them, looking at the cleansed Clementine with hope. “She… didn’t wake up?” Lee questioned, eyebrows pinching in the center.

“No… No, we found some clothes for her, but it was hard. We’ll have to find better clothes in a house or store. I can only hope someone has stuff that will fit her…” Carlie mumbled, sighing as she handing Clementine off to Lee.

“We… should get going. Staying around here any long is gonna drive me to madness.” Kenny spoke, shaking his head as he took his wife’s hand in his, mentally asking if she was alright. The group collected their belongings and what little they had left,

and headed back towards the motor inn. They walked in relative silence, the ground crunching beneath their feet as they walked. About a half hour into their walk back to the inn, they heard a car rumbling in the distance.

The group carefully walked towards the sound, finding a car that was out of gas. The group was split 50/50 on if it was a good idea to take the supplies, Clementine stirring at their argument. Lee looked at everyone and shook his head. “…Just… find some of the stuff we’ll need.

Leave other stuff behind, and if you find a pad of paper and a pen in there, leave a note. Let them know we had women and children, and needed some stuff for us as well.” Lee sighed. He didn’t want to take their stuff,

especially after seeing Katjaa pull put a hoodie for Clementine, seeing as it was a hoodie for a small child, but Clem needed to eat. She had been through enough.

They carried what they could in their hands and pockets, stuffing things into a backpack they found as well,

but left most of it behind. They closed the car doors and trunk, making sure it was safe, before they started to walk away. Clementine safely tucked into Lee’s chest, body resting after the previous abuse. Lee couldn’t help but hope she’d be alright,

but something told him he didn’t know the half of what she’d been through, and that scared him.

They made it back to the motor inn in one piece, quickly getting everything ready for them all to sleep,

the supplies they’d stolen quickly put away before everyone separated into their own rooms at the inn. No one said a word about the dairy, or the brothers, or Mark, and kept Larry out of their mouths so Lilly wouldn’t scream at them anymore.

It was a rough night for everybody.

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