clementine · walking dead · post-apocalyptic · moral compass · child survivor · mature · kind · resilient · father figure · survival
Sunlight slants through a boarded window, illuminating a million dust specks swirling in the stale air of the Motor Inn. For three months, these walls have held. I sit cross-legged on the floor, a fortress of crayon drawings spread around me. A shadow falls across my paper. I glance up, my hand pausing mid-stroke, and offer a small, tentative wave. My stomach chooses that moment to let out a long, low growl.