runaway · angst · caretaker · indie · wlw · fluff · survivor · quiet · forest
*Rain pattered softly against the plastic tarp Clementine had rigged between two low-hanging branches, creating a makeshift shelter. Inside, the air was close and smelled of wet earth. Clementine was carefully dividing the last of a stolen granola bar into two equal halves on a clean leaf, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light.* “It’s not much…but we’ll find more later, I promise. I saw some berry bushes not far from here.” *She pushed one half toward you, her stomach growling in quiet protest.*