The Trotting Dead: VG

Lee thanked God for the peaceful time to just look around the suburban yard. He decided to check the treehouse before trying the ACTUAL house.

"Anybody up there?" No response. Lee walked over to the steps that led onto the patio, but not before glancing into the neigborhood to see wrecked cars that littered the street. He limped over to the sliding glass door, and peered inside. "Hello? Anybody home? I need a little help." He softly knocked on the glass, and waited, but to his dismay, no one answered. He tried a second time. "Hello?" Now he was getting agrivated. "Rng there's something going on here." Not left with many options, Lee took it upon himself to slide the door open. He cautiously stepped in. "I'm coming in. Don't shoot, okay." Not the best greeting, but at the time, it seemed appropriate. Lee slid the door closed behind him, and yet again his leg contracted with agony.

"Ow, shi....Hello? I'm not an intruder...or one of them." As he scanned the room, he was met with overturned furniture, static on the television, and a sickening pool of blood at the entrance of the kitchen. Lee grimaced at the sight. "These people might need more help than I do." He walked over to the nearest counter to find an open coloring book. On the page was an colorless unicorn. Half of the grass that it stood on was colored, but that was about all. It killed Lee to think that a child could be mixed up in anything like this, as he continued to search the house. He tried the television to see if the news could help, but to add to his dissapointment, every channel was static. Lee noticed that a shelf of sorts was used to barricade the stairs, and was going to investigate when he heard the beep of an answering machine.

He tracked the sound to a phone resting on an end table, just around the corner from the kitchen. A red "3" blinked on and off. In hopes to find out who's house he was in, and maybe some way of figuring out what was happening, he pressed the play button.

"Three new messages." The machine spoke. "Message one. Left at 5:43 p.m.: Hey Sandra, this is Diana. We're still in Savannah." The voice belonged to a woman. "Ed had a little incident with some crazy guy near the hotel, so we had to get him back to the ER and have it checked out. Anyway, he's not feeling well enough to drive back tonight, so we're staying an extra day. Thanks so much for looking after Clementine, and I promise we'll be back in time before your spring break." A brief pause.

"Message two. Left at 11:19 p.m.: Oh my God, finally!" Still the same woman, supposedly the mother. "I don't know if you've tried to reach us; all the calls are getting dropped." Lee sensed the worry in her tone. "They're not letting us leave, and aren't telling us anything about Atlanta. Please, please, just leave the city and take Clementine with you back to Marietta. I've got to get back to the hospital. Please let me know that you're safe." Another pause.

"Message three. Left at 6:51 a.m.: Clementine? Baby..." The woman sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "...If you can hear this, call the police. That's 9-1-1. We love you...We love you...We love y..." She was cut off by the beep. Chills ran down Lee's spine as the last message was given. He knew now for sure that whatever was happening, it wasn't just happening in Atlanta. He examined a family portrait that was propped up next to the phone. In the picture was your typical dad, mom, and child photo. Lee noticed the family was African-American, much like himself. He set the frame down, and thought about leaving. Before he could take a step, he heard the voice of a young girl emanate from the kitchen, but the voice was staticky.

"Huh?" Lee proceeded into the kitchen, making sure to sidle around the blood, but saw no one. He opened one of the drawers to find an abandoned walkie-talkie. Hoping for a live soul to talk to, Lee took it, and went to look out of the glass door. "...Hello?" He released the talk button.

"You need to be quiet." Finally, a response. Lee recognized the voice as the same little girl. He moved away from the door, and pushed talk.

"Who is this?"

"My name's Clementine. What's yours?"

"Hi, Clementine. I'm Lee." He had made a guess it would be her. Wanting to know if she might have more insight, he asked about her family. "Where are your parents?"

"They took a trip and left me with Sandra. They're in Savannah, I think. Where the boats are." As Clementine answered, Lee made his way back into the kitchen.

"Are you safe?"

"I'm outside in my treehouse. They can't get in." Lee glanced out of the kitchen window to see the entrance into the treehouse.

"That's smart." Lee could barely see the entrance open, as Clem peeked out.

"See? Can you see me? I can see you through the window." Lee put on a friendly smile, and waved to her. Clementine was a healthy looking kid adorning a white and purple cap with a purple "D" on the front. Clementine; from her point of view could see something creeping up on Lee. She panicked, giving a scream as a warning while closing the entrance. Lee's smile vanished, and he turned to see a zombified Sandra lunge at him. She grabbed him, but Lee was able to keep her from getting fatally close. Lee struggled to get the upper hand, and shoved the walker onto the oven. Lee turned and fled, but had forgotton about the pool of blood that stained the marble floor. He slipped, and smacked his noggin hard on the counter.

He shook his head to focus his vision, only to see Sandra crawling towards him. Lee reacted by kicking the snarling sub-human away, giving him time to stand. Sandra caught up fast, and grabbed his leg, causing him to stumble and fall just a few feet away from the sliding door. Sandra grabbed at Lee's legs, breathing in and out in a raspy choking manor, hunger driving her forward. Lee gave her a clean left hook, making sure she kept her distance while he slid back towards the door. Sandra was quick to recover, and in no time, was greedily grasping Lee's legs again. Clementine had now showed up at the glass door; a hammer in her right hand.

Sandra stumbled over Lee's legs, and went straight for his neck, but Lee used his arms to hold her up and off of him. He thrashed back and forth trying to get a good hold, while Clem stood petrified in the doorway. With enough leverage Lee kicked Sandra off of him, but would have to end this soon, before his strength ran out. He moved back, and gave another kick to the walker's mug.

"Here..." Clementine said shakily, reminding Lee that she had what he needed. Lee turned to grab the weapon from her, and held Sandra away from him by her neck. He knocked her to the left, and within seconds, found himself on top of her. He put his knee to her stomach to hold her still, and went to town. Lee let the adrenaline, fear, and rage fuel his every swing. After three hits, Sandra lie motionless, but Lee was in no mindset to stop. He delivered one last strike, as the back end of the hammer stuck in between the poor girl's eyes. Lee yelled as he jerked the hammer free. When he ceased, the damage dealt was scarring. The right side of Sandra's face was partially seperated from her skull, and a streaming pool of blood was running in Clementine's direction.

Lee dropped the hammer, and placed his hands on his knees.

"Man........Hi there." Was all he could muster, winded from the struggle. Lee may as well have rolled in it, since blood now covered 70% of his clothes. Clementine backed away from the flowing blood.

"Did you kill it?" She asked fearfully. Lee examined the mutliated face, disgusted.

"I think something else did. Before me, I think." Lee recognized a lot of familiar characteristics to a certain pop culture monster.

"i heard her scream two nights ago. Maybe one of the monsters got her." Lee was surprised to hear that this had been going on for that long already.

"Two nights ago? Yeah, that's probably what happened." Lee took a knee to be face-to-face with her. "You've been all by yourself through this?" Clementine frowned.

"Yeah. I want my parents to come home now."

"I think that might be a little while, you know?" Lee remembered the urgency that had come with the voice messages. Clem looked away from him, unliking of his response.

"Oh..." Clem looked away from him, not liking his response. Lee moved closer to reassure her.

"Look, I don't know what happened. But I'll look after you until then." Lee had found this girl on her own, and with her parents so far away, there was no way he was leaving her here alone. Clementine looked around, and then to Lee.

"What should we do now?" Lee looked outside to find the sun steadily setting. He didn't think it to be smart looking for help in the dark.

"We need to find help before it gets dark." Clem turned to look outside.

"Yeah, it's not safe at night." She concurred. Lee stood, and took hold of Clementine's hand.

"Let's go. Stay close to me." They stepped outside, and Clementine stopped to slide the door shut behind her. She jogged down the steps into the yard, and waited for Lee by the shed. Lee limped past the shed and down the walkway to the gate that led into the neighborhood. Two guys stood in the road attempting to push one of the wrecked cars aside. The larger of the two spoke.

"Aw, maaan. I ain't never gettin' home to mama at this rate." His voice had somewhat of a southern drawl. The skinnier one joined in.

"This sucks."

"It's hot dish night." The first grumbled. Neither had taken notice of Lee. Lee went to open the gate, but noticed Clementine had a worried look about her. He kneeled down again.

"What's the matter?" He asked, concerned. Clem cupped her hands together and glanced into her back yard.

"Should I stay?" She spoke softly. Lee raised a brow.

"What?"

"I don't want to sleep in the treehouse tonight, but I don't know if I should leave." She gazed at her fort. "What if my parents come home?" Lee wasn't sure how to answer. He had no way of knowing the fate of her parents, but doubted their return. He tried to avoid the question, sparing a harsh answer.

"I won't leave you alone." He responded indirectly, but Clementine smiled.

"Let's go somewhere safe that's close, ok?" She had hopes that they would at least return to the neighborhood. Lee stood.

"That's a good idea." Clementine pushed the large gate open while Lee got the stranger's attention. "Hey, man!" The duo jumped at their sudden appearence.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Don't eat us!" They backed away, frightened. Lee put his hands out to show that they meant no harm.

"Were not going to hurt you." The two strangers eased up, and the skinny one spoke first.

"Phew, thought for a second you and the little one were both going to give us the chomp." He shivered at the thought. Lee got straight to the point.

"We need help." Lee stated, hoping the two strangers could give them any kind of assistance or information.

"Are you trying to get out of here? Because you should be. Those things are all over the damn place. I haven't seen anything as gnarly as this neighborhood since downtown Atlanta, fifteen miles back." The skinny one replied. "I'm Shawn, Shawn Greene."

"Lee. This is Clementine." He introduced her. Clem was timid, and looked away. The larger fella took a knee, and raised his hand in greeting.

"I'm Chet." Clementine shyed away behind Lee. Shawn was the next to speak.

"We shouldn't be out in the open like this. How about you help us clear the way and we'll take you and your daughter down to my family's farm. It should be safer there." Lee took note of what Shawn said, and shook his head.

"Im not her dad. I'm..." Lee saw no point in lying. Besides, Clem would know he'd be stretching the truth if he did. "...Just some guy."

"Some guy?" Shawn squinted.

"Yeah."

"She's alone?" Shawn took another look at Clem, amazed that she had been on her own. "Let's get going. Staying put for too long is a mistake." Lee nodded in agreement, and looked to Clem.

"What do you wanna do?" Clementine couthought of what her parents might want her to do, but even then she was unsure.

"I..." She looked woefully at her home. But before she could make up her mind, a familiar, but unsettling noise could be heard.

"Them monsters comin'! We gotta go!" Chet said in a panicked whisper. Shawn shifted back over to the wrecked car, and put his hands on the front.

"Lee, quick! Let's go!" Shawn kept his voice low, but it was in vain. The walkers had already seen them, and would be on them in a matter of seconds. Lee hobbled over to the front of the car, and pushed with his one good leg. Combined with Shawn's effort, the car was finally budging. They stopped once, and struggled to push it further. The growls of the undead were getting louder. As the car began to move again, Clementine took it upon herself to help them push. Once the car was out of Shawn's truck's way, the four hastily hopped aboard. Shawn sprinted over to the driver's side, while Lee hoisted Clem into the passenger, along with himself. Chet hoisted himself into the bed, and almost wet himself as the creatures were just ready to reach the tailgate.

Shawn put it into gear, and peeled out, scraping the bumper against the wrecked car, but making it through regardless. Clementine stared out of the back window, leaving behind her home, and any hope of her parents finding her there.

"For just some guy, it seems like you've saved a bunch of lives today." Shawn complimented.

Hershel wasn't sure what to think of Shawn's trips into the city. He found no immediate threat from whatever was happening, especially on his secluded land. He just brushed it off as his own son being young and adventurous. The day hadn't been as busy as most, and Hershel soon found himself just lazing away on the porch with nothing to do. The sun had nearly set, and Hershal was anticipating his son's return. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Anytime he could, he just enjoyed the smell of the country. He opened his eyes back up when he thought he'd heard a noise in the brush just past his fence. He paid it no mind, but went to investigate as the noise ceased to stop.

"What on Earth could be messin' around in there?" Hershel peeked over the small fence, but not at the exact spot where the sounds had originated; giving whatever was there the chance to sneek up on him. The sound had stopped, so Hershal shrugged, and went back to relaxing on the porch. However, before he could take a step towards his house, he was greeted with an eyeful of pastel colors, a ten gallon, one horn, and a set of wings.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" The purple one spoke. Hershel's eyes bugged.

"What in the world..."

The moon now hung high in the starry sky. After a few hours of driving, Lee, Clem, Chet, and Shawn were finally back at Hershal Greene's farm. They drove by several rows of corn stalks before making a right turn onto a dirt driveway. Shawn pulled the truck over near a second truck that was parked near the fence. As the four got out, Chet stretched his arms.

"Hey, Shawn, I'm a' run on home. My mama's gonna be in a snit." Chet remembered his strict, and broken curfew. Shawn smiled at his friend.

"No sweat, man. I'll catch you tomorrow night." Chet looked to Lee and Clem.

"It was nice to meet ya both." Lee waved as Chet walked down the drive. The front door of Shawn's house opened, and his father, Hershel stepped out.

"Thank God, you're okay." He said as he descended the steps.

"I was worried it'd be bad here too." Shawn replied as he hugged his dad.

"Been quiet as usual the past couple days. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothing new."

"I wouldn't have made it back without Chet." Hershel noticed Chet leaving down the dirt drive.

"Well, I'm glad you took him with you then." Hershel then turned his attention to the two newcomers. He put his hands on his hips, and looked from Lee to Clementine. "You've brought a couple guests." Lee smiled at Shawn.

"Your boy's a life saver."

"Glad he could be of help to somebody." Hershel glanced at Clementine. "So it's just you and your daughter then." Shawn replied before Lee could.

"Oh, not his daughter, he's...well...just some guy who found her alone." Hershel became instantly suspicious. He took a knee.

"Honey, do you know this man?" For the most part Clementine trusted Lee, and wasn't about to throw him under the bus. She looked Hershel straight in the eye, and answered.

"Yes." Hershal was still unsure what to make of them, but decided it might be something to worry about tomorrow. He stood back up.

"Okay then." Mr. Greene took noticed of the bloody clot that was formed on Lee's upper right leg. "Well, looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there." The reminder of the wound seemed to make it hurt again.

"Yeah, it's not doing so good."

"I can help out." Hershel offered. "Shawn, run on in and check on your sister. You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll see what I have." Lee took a seat on the small bench at the end of the porch while Clem waited on the steps. Hershal soon returned with something to clean the wound with. "Let's have a look." He took hold of Lee's leg, and examined the mess. "Yeah, this is swollen to hell." Lee flinched, but sucked it up.

"Could be worse."

"That's what it sounds like. Seems like things got awful bad in the cities." Hershel recalled everything grim detail the news was handing out. "What'd you say your name was?"

"It's Lee."

"Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Hershel Greene." Hershel smiled. With the affected area clean, Hershel proceeded to wrap the gash with gauze. Lee flinched again. "How'd this happen?" The thought of lying crossed Lee's mind, but he couldn't think of a good enough reason fast enough, other than what really happened.

"Car accident."

"That so. Where were you headed? Before the car accident?" Hershel pressed on. Lee chose to be indirectly truthful.

"I was getting out of Atlanta." Hershel found that unusual.

"The news says stay."

"Yeah, well that's a mistake. We hit a guy, one of those things you've been hearing about, on the road." Hershel noticed the 'we'.

"Who were you with, the girl?" Lee figured the old man was full of questions for a good reason, and still felt it would be risky to blatantly lie.

"I was with a police officer. He was giving me a ride." He replied. Hershel tilted his head.

"Awful nice of him."

"I'm an awful nice guy." Lee grinned.

"House if full up with mine. We've got another displaced family of three in the barn, and...another...group...of three." Hershel tried to find the right words. "You and the girl are welcome to rest there, when we're done here." Hershel then realized he was forgetting something, and looked at Clem. "I didn't catch your name, darlin'"

"Clem-Clementine." She studdered.

"Can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine." Hershal spoke, saddened.

"I'm looking after her until we find her parents." Lee added. Shawn appeared from the doorway, and approached his dad.

"Hey dad, so I'm thinking, first thing tomorrow, we gotta reinforce the fence around the farm."

"That doesn't seem necessary." Hershel replied blankly. Shawn persisted.

"I don't know what you saw on TV, or heard on the radio, but there's some serious..." He remembered Clementine nearby. "...shit...hitting the fan." Shawn made sure to whisper the swear. "I don't think anyone knows how big it is yet."

"Your son's right. You're gonna want to fortify this place." After what Lee saw today, he was more than happy to give his two cents.

"Stuff like that doesn't happen around here Shawn." Hershel was confident in his farm's security, but Shawn was getting tired of his dad's stubbornness.

"Dad, I'm serious. Lee, come on, tell him what you saw out there, man." Lee took time to relive the few but gruesome moments he had encountered that day. His mind rested on a single chilling thought.

"I got chased by a couple of dead people." His face was heavy with fear as he remembered the woods. With Lee siding with his son, Hershel caved.

"Well, do what you think you should. We've got plenty of chores as it is." Hershal concluded.

"Lee and those folks in the barn can help out in the morning. We gotta do it, really." Shawn persisted to make sure his dad was on board.

"I already said okay." Relieved, Shawn went back into the house, while Hershel finished up with Lee's leg. "Well, I'm all done here. It should start to feel better tomorrow." He stood as he spoke.

"Thanks."

"If your leg gets hot or the swelling doesn't go down; you're probably dealing with an infection." Lee turned pale.

"What do we do then?"

"We'll probably just have to shoot you." Of course Hershel was joking, but when Lee didn't pick up on that, he rephrased himself. "We'll clean it, re-dress it and you'll be fine." He smirked.

"Okay, that'd be preferable."

"There's blankets and such in the barn. We'll be seeing you bright and early. Come tomorrow, which way you think you're headed?" Lee's first thought was home, where his family was.

"Towards Macon, I suppose." Hershel went to go back inside, but stopped at the doorway.

"Oh yeah, um...the group of three I mentioned in the barn earlier..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, if you've seen as many crazy things as you say you have, then they should be nothing new. I'm sure you'll get use to them quick enough." Lee wondered if he was being cryptic on purpose. "Goodnight." Lee just shrugged, and Clementine followed him into the barn. They found two sleeping bags on the ground floor of the structure, and laid down for some well deserved rest. Clementine crinkled her nose.

"It smells like..."

"I know what it smells like." Lee chuckled.

"Doo-dee." Clem clarified. A few seconds of silence went by. "I miss my mom and dad." Lee frowned, and couldn't help but worry about his own parent's well-being.

"I bet, Clem."

"How far is Savannah?" She asked sleepily.

"...Pretty far." Lee replied. Clem closed her eyes.

"Oh. Okay." Lee watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. He turned his head up, and welcomed slumber. While he lie still, trying to fight insomnia, his wife's voice echoed in his head.

"I love you, baby." He shifted trying to think of something else, but one memory led to another. He could hear his wife laughing, but the laughter was quickly replaced with shattering glass accompanied by a horrified shriek. Lee clenched his eyes, but his subconscious jolted him awake. He took a few deep breaths, and looked around the barn. When he saw no one but Clementine, he rested his head, and drifted back to sleep.

Kenny walked into the barn to see the two new strangers snoozing peacefully. Next to him stood a creature he never thought he would be asking this question to.

"Should we wake'em?" The man asked. Twilight looked at him and nodded.

"Shawn did say he wanted everyone up bright and early. Rainbow Dash wasn't too happy about that one." She chuckled to herself. Kenny smirked at the equine.

"Just so you know, theres a good chance they'll react to you about the same way we did." Twilight acknowledged his words, and prodded Clem while Kenny woke Lee. "Hey, get up." Lee yawned, and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm itchy." Clem complained. She followed up with a surprised gasp. Lee rubbed his eyes again, and sat up.

"What's wrong Clementi..." Lee stopped mid sentence. His mouth hung open, and his head tilted forward. Next to the stranger stood, a miniture horse. It had a purple coat, and a horn jutting from it's head. Lee felt uneasy as he thought it was smiling at him. Clem's face went from shock to joy.

"Are you...a pony?" She squeaked in disbelief. Twilight grinned.

"Yes, finally! Someone who gets it! Ironic that it would be the young one." She gave a sideways glance at Kenny. Kenny crossed his arms.

"Come on now, how was I supposed to know you didn't like the term 'midget horses'?" Lee was still awestruck, while Kenny snapped his fingers at him. "You gonna be okay there, fella? Don't worry, she doesn't bite." The unicorn stepped forward, and held out her hoof.

"I'm Twilight. Twilight Sparkle. And you are?" Lee looked at Clementine, who had the biggest smile on her face. She nodded for him to say something. Lee held out his hand.

"Uh...Lee...I'm Lee." They shook.

"Nice to meet you, Lee." Lee stood up, and examined the pony further. She stood at about four feet, rivaling Clementine's height, and had very large, expressional eyes. Clem continued to scratch.

"I'm still itchy."

"Well you slept in a barn little lady. Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair." Clem went wide-eyed, and looked at her bangs. "But I bet your daddy scared'em all away, huh?"

"I'm not her dad." Lee explained.

"Where is her dad?" Twilight asked.

"Somewhere in Savannah, I think."

"Anyway, you've met Twilight, my name's Kenny." As he introduced himself, a boy only a couple years older than Clem appeared around the barn door.

"Dad! We're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!" His voice could be taken as slightly obnoxious, or even slow. The boy joyfully ran off towards the fence.

"We better get going or we won't hear the end of it." Kenny smiled. The group all left the barn while Clementine hovered over Twilight.

"So...what's it like being a unicorn?"

"Well, from what I hear, you humans can't use magic, so I guess being a unicorn is pretty unique here."

"Some of my friends used to tell me that unicorns weren't real." Clementine stated.

"WHAT?! Why?!" Twilight couldn't believe her ears. Kenny, and Lee held their own conversation.

"That's my boy, Ken Junior. We call him Duck, though." Lee squinted at Kenny's boy, not seeing many similarities to the odd name.

"Duck?" He asked, perplexed.

"Yeah. Nothing bothers him. Like water off a duck's back, y'know." Lee took the time to admire the positive aspect of that.

"That's a valuable trait lately."

"No kidding. But frankly, I think it's because he's dumb as a bag of hammers." Kenny joked.

"Daaad!" Duck didn't help his case as he yelled in a whiny tone. Kenny smiled.

"But he makes up for it with enthusiasm."

"I think it's cute how energetic he is." Twilight added. The group stopped at the front porch where Duck, and his mother waited.

"The word is you were on your way to Macon." Kenny started.

"My family's from there."

"Well Macon's on the way and, personally, I'd appreciate the company of a guy who can knock a couple of heads together if he has to." Twilight wondered what Kenny meant by that.

"Are you referring to those creatures you were telling us about last night?" She asked. Kenny nodded. Lee was more than willing to take up the offer, but thought about Clem, and her missing parents.

"I'll see what the girl would like." Kenny grinned.

"Ah. Gotta consult the missus. I understand." Kenny turned to introduce his family, as well as Lee, and Clem. "Katjaa, Duck, this is Lee and uh, what's the girl's name?"

"Clementine."

"That is a very pretty name." Twilight stated.

"Thanks." Clementine rocked back and forth on her feet. Shawn approached them, ready to hash out the plans for the day.

"Well, we should get to work. We've all seen what those things can do out there so the faster we get this fence up, the better."

"Kenny gave us kind of an idea of what's been going on around here, but I won't say I'm intrigued to hear more." Twilight stepped forward.

"Tell you what Twi, you can help me work on my truck, and I'll fill you in on what were dealing with." Kenny offered.

"Sounds good...only one question. What's a truck?"

"I want to build a fence." Duck's expression gave away his excitement to help around the farm.

"Yeah? Well I need a good foreman. You can sit on the tractor and yell at me and Applejack whenever we take a water break." Shawn replied. Duck only focused on that tractor part.

"On the tractor? Cool!"

"Duck and I will hop to it." With that, Shawn and Duck left to join AJ on that fence.

"Who's Applejack?" Lee asked.

"One of my friends who came here with me. She's an earth pony." Clementine's face lit up.

"There's more of you?!"

"Yeah, in fact, here comes Rainbow Dash right now." The humans looked up to see a cyan pegasus pony drop down next to the porch.

"Hey everyone. I'm back." The first thing Lee noticed about this one was her rainbow hair, followed by her wings.

"There are flying ones too." Lee said to himself.

"This is so neat!" Clem gushed. Dash hovered over to Clementine.

"Hey there. I saw you when you were snoring away in the barn. Lucky, you got to sleep in." She held out a blue hoof. "Rainbow Dash: fastest flyer in Equestria. Although, I guess that doesn't count for much since were not in Equestria." Clementine shook hand to hoof.

"I'm Clementine."

"The name's Lee. Nice to meet you, uh...Rainbow Dash." Lee couldn't help but feel a little silly.

"Likewise." She shook his hand after Clem's. Kenny's wife spoke up, afterward.

"I can keep an eye on your little girl here on the porch. We can visit." Her voice indicated that she was of Belgian descent.

"I'll join you guys. I wanna know where you got that sweet mane cut, kid." Dash added. Kenny walked towards his blue truck, with Twilight in tow, leaving Lee to his thoughts. Lee was almost certain he wasn't dreaming, yet there they were; talking ponies. Clementine, being the young energetic girl that she was, had absolutely no problem with this. And by the looks of things, no one else seemed to think about it too much either. Perhaps with everything that's happened; people eating one another and all...maybe talking animals was something to just look past. With the zombie apocalypse ahead of him, and strange new acquaitances, Lee knew shit was only going to get weirder from here on out.