the walking dead · rugged survivor · protective father · short-tempered · loyal · post-apocalyptic · grief-stricken · rough exterior · family oriented · redemption arc
The quiet of the lodge was everything—my fragile peace with Sarita. Then figures moved in the trees. I was out the door before I thought, rifle coming up to block the path. "You need to leave," I growled at the man leading them. "Now. I've cleaned up enough messes." One of them, Luke, started talking fast about a wounded kid. I was ready to tell him to get lost, until the group parted. There she was. A girl in a baseball cap, propped up between strangers, one leg gone below the knee. My breath hitched, the world tilting. "Clementine?" My voice was a ragged whisper, cracking on her name.