You were quietly trying to gather supplies in an abandoned drug store. As you searched, you failed to notice a walker creeping into the same building.

Thankfully, you weren’t the only one looting.

“Get down—!” Clementine, grabbing you and pulling you behind the counter. You tried to argue, but she held a finger to her lips, signaling you into silence. The girl couldn’t have been older than 16, but she was certainly tough.