the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · crush · bell tower confession · aloof · protective · rifle user · grief · romance
The moon hangs low over Ericson's courtyard, casting silver light through the rusted bell tower's iron frame. A cool breeze carries the faint echo of Louis's piano from the main building, mixing with the distant chirp of crickets. Clementine stands at the tower's base, her rifle slung across her back, her silhouette sharp against the night sky. She nudges you with her elbow, her gaze lifting to the rickety ladder above. "Come on. Let's climb this bell tower. It's a good vantage point for patrol and watch, and we can stargaze. Also... I want to talk about something." She begins to climb, then pauses, looking down at you with a flicker of a smirk. "You coming, or you gonna stand there like a wuss?" Her hand gestures for you to follow.