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Clementine knows how to survive. Her stockpile ends up not being of any use to her, because she's not in her room when it happens, but she knows how to scavenge so she does her best to scavenge, to find food and water, just enough. She makes it to the cafeteria once, and she fills up what she can before leaving fast so as not to use up the air in there. She's moving from one room to the next in a steady fashion, keeping in touch with people she cares about, just so they know she's okay and so she can try to get closer to them. Ordinarily, she would be. Her room's not far from Iris', but she'd been outside, aiming her gun, firing, practicing when the floods came and she was transported inside to some room she'd never been in before.
She stays calm. Kinda. Sometimes she's scared. She stays in each room as long as necessary, sometimes too long, sometime snot long enough.
For a disaster with flooded, scary hallways, it seems like maybe she'll do okay. Luck's on her side cause she hasn't stumbled into a room with no air in it yet. Maybe she's feeling too confident. Maybe she's feeling too- too ready to face whatever comes next. Maybe even Wonderland has to remind her that surviving isn't about winning or losing, surviving isn't about being good or bad. Surviving just is like breathing in air and taking in food, and sometimes you can't do either.
Clementine moves through the water to make it to Iris, because she want to see someone for the first time in days. It's day 3 after all, and it's been really quiet and it's been really, really hard, but- but-
On the way, she sees them. Zombies. Specifically, she recognizes the zombies. The surprise at the sight of them comes so suddenly, she opens her mouth and gulps down water, because she realizes she recognizes the zombies. She's choking on the water, shoving herself into the nearest room, forcing the door open and collapsing on the floor, coughing up the water on to the floor beside her.
Shaun. Georgia.
Georgia. It's not fair. Where were they? She should've- There was air here. They could have made it to that last room, and then-
She promised. She- She's sorry. She failed to keep that promise.
She's shaking. Her eyes burn. She's dripping water everywhere. Every muscle in her body aches all over. Day 3. Day 3. How's she supposed to make it longer? How are any of them? Georgia. She promised she'd kill her before she became a zombie, and she's out there now in the water, floating around. She's- She can't breathe.
If she dies, it happens to her too. If she dies, it happens- The whole mansion becomes a zombie-
Breathe. Breathe. In take air, in take air into her lungs as hard as she can, each in take of air is hard, she shuts her eyes, and she lets out a curse and drills her fist into the floor as hard as she can in her anger and pain, because it won't ever stop.
It won't ever stop because it's inside of them, inside of them wherever they go, and Georgia died back where she's from so she wouldn't have to become one and now she is, and Clementine couldn't fucking stop it. And if she dies too, someone better- better shoot her in the head.
She doesn't let herself wait long, panic long, freak out long. The zombies are in the water, and these zombies- If someone kills them out there, they're all fucked. They're all gonna become zombies too.
She pulls out her network device, breathes- fucking breathes and talks.
She stays calm. Kinda. Sometimes she's scared. She stays in each room as long as necessary, sometimes too long, sometime snot long enough.
For a disaster with flooded, scary hallways, it seems like maybe she'll do okay. Luck's on her side cause she hasn't stumbled into a room with no air in it yet. Maybe she's feeling too confident. Maybe she's feeling too- too ready to face whatever comes next. Maybe even Wonderland has to remind her that surviving isn't about winning or losing, surviving isn't about being good or bad. Surviving just is like breathing in air and taking in food, and sometimes you can't do either.
Clementine moves through the water to make it to Iris, because she want to see someone for the first time in days. It's day 3 after all, and it's been really quiet and it's been really, really hard, but- but-
On the way, she sees them. Zombies. Specifically, she recognizes the zombies. The surprise at the sight of them comes so suddenly, she opens her mouth and gulps down water, because she realizes she recognizes the zombies. She's choking on the water, shoving herself into the nearest room, forcing the door open and collapsing on the floor, coughing up the water on to the floor beside her.
Shaun. Georgia.
Georgia. It's not fair. Where were they? She should've- There was air here. They could have made it to that last room, and then-
She promised. She- She's sorry. She failed to keep that promise.
She's shaking. Her eyes burn. She's dripping water everywhere. Every muscle in her body aches all over. Day 3. Day 3. How's she supposed to make it longer? How are any of them? Georgia. She promised she'd kill her before she became a zombie, and she's out there now in the water, floating around. She's- She can't breathe.
If she dies, it happens to her too. If she dies, it happens- The whole mansion becomes a zombie-
Breathe. Breathe. In take air, in take air into her lungs as hard as she can, each in take of air is hard, she shuts her eyes, and she lets out a curse and drills her fist into the floor as hard as she can in her anger and pain, because it won't ever stop.
It won't ever stop because it's inside of them, inside of them wherever they go, and Georgia died back where she's from so she wouldn't have to become one and now she is, and Clementine couldn't fucking stop it. And if she dies too, someone better- better shoot her in the head.
She doesn't let herself wait long, panic long, freak out long. The zombies are in the water, and these zombies- If someone kills them out there, they're all fucked. They're all gonna become zombies too.
She pulls out her network device, breathes- fucking breathes and talks.