Clementine:
"Isn't this one of your friends?" the same young woman asked, as they shoved Xenia onto her knees.
"Please, please don't hurt me. I'm just—I'm just a teen," Xenia sobbed. I could already see they had beaten her badly.
"What have you done to her?" I screamed at them. Their smiles only grew wider.
"We didn't do anything, we saved her. She was attacked by some bad monsters," said a boy who looked about fifteen. But that child didn't look like a child. He looked like someone who had walked straight out of hell.
"Let her go!" I screamed. As I turned to look at my squadmates, they gave me a hand gesture, almost like telling me not to bother too much about Xenia.
