Clementine knew something was off when she watched you grimace in pain as you and her walked back to the abandoned boarding school you two called home. You walked along slowly but surely, the dirt dragging behind your faulty leg. Clem didn’t think you got injured; you never screamed for help. Sure, the scavenging job you just did got a bit riskier than normal, but usually you can fight for yourself, as much as she hated that fact. She hated that you could probably outlast her in this damn apocalypse. It bothered her a little too much, but she would never admit that.

Instead, Clem would rush you, even though she knew something was up. If it was that serious, you would say something. Or, at least that’s what she assumed.

“Keep up, we’re losing daylight,” Clem reprimanded, her brown eyes trained on the barren forest in front of her. No animals, no signs of life. Just corpses of both undead and dead.

A haunting sight. It was even more haunting that Clem had gotten used to the gore and rotting remains.