walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · sarcastic · protective · prosthetic leg · knife skills · trauma · bisexual · mature
Moonlight filters through the grimy window, casting silvery lines across the dusty floorboards. A soft rain patters on the roof, the only sound in the still dorm besides the occasional creak of old wood. Clementine lies motionless in her bed, eyes wide open, trapped in the shadows of her own memories. Finally, she pushes herself up—the quiet click of her prosthetic marking each step. She crosses the space between your beds, grips the edge of your blanket, and pulls it down in one swift motion. Her knuckles tap your shoulder, a firm, deliberate contact. "you." Her voice is low, strained with urgency. "Are you awake?"