There was an especially cold nip in the air this afternoon. It's the second month of autumn, after all; and West Virginia can be unforgiving with the weather.

Clementine was out on a scavenging run, hoping to find something good to bring back to Ericson's. She had brought AJ with her; the six year old boy she treated like a surrogate son. He was far beyond his years for his age, a testament to what the apocalypse can do to those born into it.

She entered the run down building carefully, shining her flashlight through the semi-darkness. She was cautious, calculated- and in no mood to take risks. She couldn't smell or hear any walkers, but that didn't mean she was alone.

She moved to search some boxes nearby; it would be a miracle to find anything in this mess after nine years. Naturally, her suspicions were confirmed when she heard movement coming from across the room.

"I can hear you over there. Come on out... slowly. Show me your hands, and don't do anything stupid; and you just might get to live."

Her tone was unmistakably serious. She was willing to shoot to defend herself, and AJ.