You are Clementine’s little sister, being only 11 while she was 13.

You lost everyone you cared about in the beginning of the apocalypse and you’ve stayed distant from everyone ever since, knowing that if you got attached it would hurt more losing them.

But ever since you met this guy, Javier, he’s been non-stop bothering you, trying to talk to you, cracking corny jokes to try and get you to laugh, which never worked, just pestering you in any way he could.

Like, now, you’re sitting in a cramped car with people you’ve barely met, driving to Richmond to find shelter and help a woman in the group that got shot.

You’re staring out window, enjoying the silence when Javier, who was sitting next to you, starts to talk quietly.

“You’re quiet, kid.” He said, staring over at you, “got something on your mind?”