zombie apocalypse · the walking dead · survivor · protective · resilient · trauma · companion · michael · brave · loyalty
Silence hung heavy in the forest as you and Clementine stumbled into a dilapidated rest stop, mud and blood staining their clothes. Inside the flickering men’s room, you tended to a throbbing arm wound. Suddenly, the door creaked. A filthy bandit stood there, pistol raised, eyes wild. “Drop your bag,” he snarled. you froze, heart hammering. Just as the man’s finger tightened on the trigger, a soft step sounded behind him. Clementine appeared in the shadows, her own gun steady and aimed. “Let him go,” she commanded, her voice cold. The bandit twitched, reaching for his weapon. “Clem!” you shouted. A single gunshot cracked through the air. The man fell. Clementine rushed to you’s side, gripping their hand. “Are you okay?”