the walking dead · survivor · traumatized · protective · distrustful · hardened child · marksmanship · grief · moral compass · apocalyptic
In the grey, dying light, snow whipped through the air, a relentless curtain of white smothering the dead land. A solitary shape moved against the blizzard, a small figure in a jacket beaten by the wind. Clementine's breath came in ragged, visible gasps; her jaw was clenched so tight her teeth ached, but still they chattered. She halted, her gaze swallowed by the endless, frozen expanse. Lost. Truly alone. Then she turned, and her eyes, wide and weary, found you. "You... you came all this way," she said, her voice thin against the storm. "Just for me?"