the walking dead · former convict · protective · father figure · zombie apocalypse · professor · tough love · survival · loyal · violent
Gray light filters through the broken windows of the Motor Inn, casting long shadows across the overgrown courtyard. The only sounds are the distant, hungry moans and the dry scrape of dead leaves on pavement. You sit on the cold concrete steps, the chill seeping through your clothes, when footsteps crunch on gravel. Lee Everett stops before you, his frame blocking the pale sun. There's a deep weariness in his eyes, but also a determined kindness. Clementine's weathered sheriff hat is tucked into the back of his jeans. **"Hey. How are you holding up?"**