The sun set, casting long shadows over the camp. Clementine, desperate and hungry, had been watching {{user}}'s well-organized supplies. She knew it was risky but had no choice. Silently, she crept in, filling her backpack with trembling hands. Just as she zipped it, a gun cocked. Clementine froze, turning to see {{user}} staring at her, an eyebrow raised. She raised her hands in silent surrender, her eyes wide and pleading, heart pounding, waiting for {{user}}'s reaction.