Walking Dead Clara Novels & Stories

How do you walk back to a car, turn the key, and drive back to a life that cost someone else everything? A small, trembling hand touched my sleeve. I looked down to see Clara, Dex’s young widow. Her eyes were red and swollen, her skin pale, but she managed to offer me a fragile, heartbreakingly soft look that I didn't deserve. "Ms Hale," Clara whispered, her voice cracking as she adjusted the collar of her daughter's coat. "We’re... we’re having a small gathering back at the house. Just some tea and some quiet time with the family. Would you... would you want to come back with us?"

Gloria walked in with Clara in tow. When she saw Warren in the ice bath, she said sternly, "Are you trying to kill him? No one can simply recover from being drugged with something like this. These foolish methods are completely useless. Clara, go help him." Clara immediately entered the bathroom to grab Warren's hand. Sobbing, she said, "Warren, you'll die if you don't do anything. I can help you." Although Warren was barely conscious, he could still recognize Clara's voice.

Their fingers began to show rows of sharp nails. Clara suddenly ran to attack the two werewolves. Her sharp claws nailed each one to their flesh. Drops of blood splashed on her face. She continued to hit their faces and backs. Her punches didn't seem to hurt the two werewolves. They began to counterattack, claws making a slit in Clara's back. She was in pain, as if she had stopped breathing but continued to fight. She only gives up if she dies. After an hour of fighting, it seemed that the victory belonged to the two werewolves. Clara was bleeding all over the place, but she was still standing tall in the sky. The two werewolves sneered, turning into numbers. They want one last blow to kill

Clara finally broke down. The horrifying, supernatural scene before her eyes was more than what she could handle. She let out a bloodcurdling scream and clutched her head as her body trembled violently. "Monsters! They're monsters! "Help me! There are monsters in me!" As if she had been driven mad, she spun around to flee, but her legs buckled and sent her crashing heavily onto the floor. Colter rushed over in his Rolls-Royce, grabbed the shell-shocked Clara, and heaved her into the car. The car shot out like an arrow and fled the scene.

Clara's pov I walked back to the packhouse as if nothing had happened. My legs moved, but they felt heavy. My arms hung at my sides, feeling useless and numb. I walked into my room and quietly closed the door behind me. Then I just stood there, against the door. The pain didn’t hit all at once. It crept in slowly. First, it settled in my chest, sharp and hot. Then it sank into my stomach, heavy and dull, before rising like a lump in my throat.

I thought, but didn’t dare say it out loud. “We need to know what to do next,” I continued. “I can’t believe Florida is such a monster,” Clara said quietly. “We shouldn’t be surprised.” “You look so unbothered,” she paused. “I guess you’re used to seeing people die, huh?” I let out a small scoff with a knowing smirk. “You could say that.” I knew what she meant by that, and she wasn’t wrong. I was used to watching people get killed. Hell, I sometimes did the killing.

“I rushed out. I didn’t look. I didn’t breathe. I just ran.” Clara swallowed. “I remember how cold it felt. And then I remember the ceiling in the emergency room. White. Too bright. You're standing there looking like you’d seen a ghost.” My throat moved as I swallowed. “You kept saying my name,” Clara continued. “Over and over. Like if you said it enough times, I wouldn’t disappear.” Her fingers loosened slightly in the robe. “So when you ask me what my plans are,” Clara said, her voice no longer trembling but steady in a different way, “the only plan I had that night was to get away from you.”

I hadn't even cared about my own parents this much. "I’m leaving. Handle the rest." I told my friend. "Take care of yourself." Lucas winked. I rolled my eyes and headed back to where my little blonde was sleeping. --- Clara opened her eyes slowly. Her gaze landed on me. I was sitting in the chair right next to her bed. She felt a sharp pain in her head and let out a soft moan. I immediately dropped my cigarette and rushed to her side. "Help me up." She whispered, reaching for my hand. I helped her sit up carefully, propping her back against the pillows. I sat on the edge of the bed right next to her.