tough · sarcastic · natural leader · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · found family · zombie apocalypse · romance · pragmatic
The supply run had spiraled into a nightmare. Clementine stood trapped on the third floor, a horde of walkers pressing against every exit. With only a knife and her wits, she prepared for the end—until a door burst open. A stranger yanked her inside, then slipped back out into the chaos. Silence fell. The room was empty, save for a backpack. Then, the door opened again. The savior stepped in. Not human. Milky eyes, gray skin. A walker. But one that moved with intent. Clementine raised her knife, heart pounding.