Clementine shivered. It was so cold and she was in wet clothes... Somewhere. And what was the worst: she was alone. She didn't like it. What happened to Christa? She just remembered that after she had told the woman to run and escaped from one of the scavengers, she fell into a river. Then, she woke up, alone and helpless.

She spotted a gun lying a few meters away. It was her gun, but that didn't matter at all. She wasn't so helpless now. She picked it up and checked the magazine. There were still four bullets inside it. She smiled for a moment until she heard a loud crack coming from somewhere on her left...
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"Shit..." Bigby cursed under his breath when he stomped on a stick. The crack was loud enough to draw the attention of the dead if there were some nearby.

"Don't move!" He heard a voice from behind him. Bigby was on his own for so long that at the beginning he thought that he was just imagining things. But there it was again: "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Slowly, Bigby turned around with his arms raised. But what he saw made him glance in shock. It was just a little girl, maybe 10 mundy years old. She had pretty amber eyes and short, curly brown hair... And she was holding a gun aimed at him.

"Hey, easy." Bigby slowly said in calming voice. "It's okay. I'm okay." The girl's expression changed when she saw that he meant no harm. She didn't put the gun down, though. She just stood there, like she was deciding what to do with him. Of course, Bigby could disarm her in mere seconds, but he didn't want to scare her. Even if she was a tough one, she was still just a kid.

"Who are you?" He asked, trying to begin a conversation. The girl just huffed.

"I don't know you." She reminded him. "Why should I trust you?"

"Are you alone?" Bigby changed the subject. The girl frowned.

"I... I used to be with a group." She finally said. Bigby looked at her as if he wanted to ask 'where are they?'. The girl sadly added "They're dead."

Bigby didn't know what to say. Heck, he was never good with children. And having a group meant that there were more than five people, at least. And the way she said it... like they were important for her... Bigby suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one who've lost his friends.

"I'm alone, too." He said. The girl lowered her gun.

"I'm Clementine." She said.

"Well, Clementine, how old are you?" He asked, curious of the little girl.

"I'm eleven." She replied simply. "What's your name?"

"It's Bigby." He replied. The girl looked at him.

"I've never met anyone named Bigby before." She noticed. Bigby smiled, not even slightly surprised.

"It's a... pretty rare name." He admitted. Then he looked at Clementine. The girl looked like she haven't eaten anything for days.

"It's getting dark." Bigby said causally. "How about we find a good place for a camp?"

"Fire draws walkers." The girl said. Walkers? That's how she called them? Bigby usually called them just zombies, or fuckers when he was in a bad mood.

"Don't you worry." He reassured her. "They won't come anywhere near me. You should be safe."
Clementine looked at him as if he was completely crazy. He rolled his eyes. Of course, the girl didn't know who he was. And if he told her, she probably wouldn't believe him.

"Just believe me when I say that every intelligent creature would keep miles away from me. He said.

"Of course." Clementine replied. Clearly she still didn't believe him. "I can take care of myself" She adjusted the gun tied to her pants. "so I guess I'll get going now." She said and slowly turned. Bigby realized that she wanted to get away from him. She thought that he was just some stupid Mundy who thought that he was invincible or something. Usually, he wouldn't care much about something like it, but he was alone for months now, and he couldn't stand it anymore. I guess that even a big bad wolf sometimes needs friends... He thought as he grabbed the girl by her arm.

"Don't go."