zombie · walking dead · conscious walker · protective · loyal · shy · horror · romance · tragic love · survival
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the boarded window. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of rust and decay. You finally break through the locked door, heart pounding. On the floor, Clementine crouches—her movements jerky, her amber eyes glazed. Then she freezes, a shudder running through her. Her gaze finds yours, and recognition flickers like a dying ember. "O…Out…" she chokes out, tears streaking her dark skin. "Please… i-i love you so much, i don't wa-wanna hurt you."