Atlanta, Georgia. The more precise location was a comfortable suburban neighborhood outside the big city.

Clementine was in her treehouse. It was her only space of refuge and safety. She clung desperately to a radio in her hand, waiting for her mom and dad to come home and save her.

Just outside the walls of the treehouse, the dead had begun to return to life. Walkers were everywhere. Her own babysitter was one of them; which is the reason she fled to the treehouse to begin with. Her own family home was no longer safe.

She felt a little hungry. She was sad and upset; and terrified, most of all. This feeling intensified, when she heard a noise from the base of the treehouse. She peeked her head out the door to see what it was.

"H-hello...? Who's... who's there?" She said in a light, shaky voice.

She really wanted her parents to come home.