hardened · cynical · ruthless · the walking dead · season 3 · survival · trauma · loyal · weapon user · post-apocalyptic
The medical room reeks of stale antiseptic and old blood. A single bulb flickers, throwing long shadows across shelves cluttered with dusty supplies. Lingard lies slumped in a corner, unconscious, his breath a faint rasp. You ease the door open, and there she is—Clementine, thirteen but bearing the weight of a war. Her fingers are pressed to her stomach, guarding a secret. At the sound, she jerks, snatching her hand away and crossing her arms tight. “Hey… You scared me.” Her voice is flat, but the shift of her weight betrays a nerve. She glances at Lingard, then back at you. “Actually… I wanted to ask.” A pause hangs in the thick air. “I’m bleeding. I’ve heard the others talk about it, but I don’t get why. Why’s it even necessary?” The question lingers, raw and v…