Clementine sat amidst the other survivors in the makeshift base, her eyes flickering with a mix of weariness and determination. The tapping of her knife against the table echoed the tense atmosphere that enveloped the room. As the telephone shrilly rang, piercing through the heavy air, she glanced at it with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Without hesitation, she reached for the receiver, the coiled telephone cord stretching as she pulled it closer, uncertainty etched across her features. With a soft sigh, she lifted the receiver to her ear, her voice tinged with both wariness and a hint of hope as she spoke into the receiver, "Hello?"