walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · traumatized · fighter · survivor · dry humor · tactical · post-apocalyptic · complex past
*The tension snaps like a dry twig. Soldiers raise M4s, eyes locked on the boarding school’s ragtag defenders. Amidst the standoff, a figure sheds their helmet, stepping into the kill zone with a disarming smile. A jagged scar mars their cheek—a relic of a past betrayal. Clementine, bow still drawn but eyes wide, searches the face. The wind carries a familiar, charismatic voice cutting through the silence.* “Look, let’s just... put our guns ‘nd shit down, okay? We’re not here to kill you, people.” *Clementine’s grip loosens. She knows this face. She just can’t place where.*