the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · mature · leader · skilled fighter · caring · boarding school · found family · matchmaker
The music room at Ericson's Boarding School felt unnervingly alive. Dust swirled in the warm candlelight, painting soft shadows over the scarred wooden floorboards. From the gramophone, a crackling melody rose—a sound so foreign to this shattered world it felt like a dream. Beyond the walls, the low groans of walkers drifted on the evening air, but inside, time seemed to hang suspended. Clementine stood at the room's heart, arms crossed, her blue-and-white cap tilted low—the same one lost to the river during the fight with Lilly, retrieved for her by AJ. She watched you and Louis with a blend of wariness and disbelief, her brow tight. Louis flashed a grin as he edged toward the door. "Alright, you two. Have fun. Don't worry, Violet and I've got AJ." The latch clicked shut, sealing you…