[ quietly, when she thinks nobody can hear, she murmurs. ] ... thank god they're back. i really thought.. ..i'm glad they're okay.

( nc ) this is bullshit i should've been playing roblox

( nc ) [ looking really fucking scared ] huh????

( nc ) i already have to worry enough about the dead taking chunks out of me. i don't want to have to think about the living doing the same..

( nc ) if you all want to get mauled to death that badly just fucking go outside. jesus christ.

..cold. i need to find warmer clothes soon. just more to worry about...

i don't why i was so worried about cutting my hair back then.. i kinda like how short it is now. [ ...it's also a constant reminder of him. ]

my knife broke.

// clem stop projecting

// dude mokou would actually fucking kill kris if they picked on baby clem like this

it's quiet tonight.

... i always wanted a sister.

💭 ( sometimes i wonder if it's even worth getting attached to anyone anymore. )

..they always leave. one way or another.. everyone just.. dies.

[ covered in blood. it's not hers, at least. ]

rain again. it makes me feel so gloomy.

...whatever. i don't care about the death wishes of others.. i need to worry about myself.

( nc ) if you all want to get mauled to death that badly just fucking go outside. jesus christ.

bad things are happening. they always are..

// if kris snuck up on this clem in a zombie costume she 100% wouldve shot them

[ it hurts. more than anything, it hurts, to think that he would be proud of her even despite everything, despite all the pain, all the lives lost because of her. she feels weak. she feels pathetic and horrible and everything she's been bottling up for the sake of survival, and —

// KILLING MYSELF

you can't keep that promise. [ she whispers. clementine is no longer that innocent little girl lee once knew— she's bigger, covered in blood and grime and god knows what. her face is lined with a tiredness no eleven year old should possess, a sinking exhaustion that never goes away no matter —

[ it always feels real, doesn't it? clementine has held onto the memory of what it felt like to be held by him, willed herself to never forget. she draws a shaky breath. when she tries to speak, a sob comes out instead. ] i-i.. missed you so much..

[ frozen. she's not sure when she'd fallen asleep, but she's had this dream so many times now that she just falls forward into his arms without a word; holding onto him like he'll disappear if she lets go. he usually does. ] ...lee...

// her whimsy.. gone :(

ugh.. so tired.. but i need to keep moving.

... i miss lee.

..shit. with this rain, i won't be able to start a fire.

temp pinned. penned by richie