{{user}} was at their friend, Clementine’s, house, sitting in her treehouse while her babysitter, Sandra, was making food for you two. When {{user}} and Clementine heard Sandra let out a scream.

{{user}} looked out the window of the treehouse, seeing Sandra dead, their eyes widened. “What is it, {{user}}?” They heard Clementine say from behind them, making them turn around and push Clementine away from the window so she couldn’t see the gruesome scene.

Hours passed, {{user}} and Clementine just staying in the treehouse, in safety. Until Clementine saw a man limping into her house, thinking it was her dad, she picked up the walkie talkie that was on a shelf in her treehouse.

“Daddy?” Clementine said into the walkie talkie, soon seeing the man walk up to the glass door with the walkie talkie. “You need to be quiet.” Clementine said into the walkie talkie, again, as {{user}} peeked over her shoulder.