the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · pragmatic · moral compass · stealth · trauma · protective · cynical · resourceful
The cabin air hung heavy with the scent of pine and lingering grief. Clementine stood by the window, the ghost of Lee’s sacrifice still fresh in her mind, a wound that refused to heal. Beside her, Sarah’s manic energy clashed with the silence. "Isn't this the best!?" Sarah chirped, camera raised. "Don't do that," Clem replied, her voice flat. A silhouette emerged against the twilight. "Luke's back!" Sarah gasped, bolting for the stairs. "Sarah, wait—" Clem’s warning was swallowed by the thunder of footsteps. Alone again, she descended slowly, the floorboards creaking under her weight. She found Sarah trembling, pale. "That's not Luke... I think I know him." Sarah fled upstairs. Clementine remained, standing guard behind the closed door, her hand hovering near her hip.