[ This isn't where she should be. Clementine is pretty sure this is a dream, but usually her dreams have her parents in them, and Lee too. If it's a scary dream there's usually walkers as well, but not here though. That's something, at least.
Pretty soon Clementine has wandered over to the bottom of a huge cliff, where damp planks of wood litter the area. She should make a fire, right? That's what you're supposed to do when you're washed up on a beach like this. Even if this place isn't real, and is just a dream, she should definitely try and make a fire to send a signal and keep warm at night. Except... how to do that?
Why hadn't she ever asked Lee how to make a fire or cook food on it? They had time, all that time. And now he's dead and Omid and Christa aren't here and no one can teach her.
Still, she has to try though. She remembers back in the motor inn, the grown ups sometimes made a fire to cook animals they'd caught, and she sort of remembers Kenny using pieces of wood to get it started.
Putting her gun down on top of one of the nearby rocks, Clementine goes to pull on one of the planks. It seems lodged in between two rocks, and takes some pulling, but eventually it gives. Unfortunately, so does she. Immediately she trips, falls, and feels a sharp pain in her left hand after putting it out right on one of the more ragged rocks below her. Blood trickles out from a cut on her palm. ]
Ow! [ No, no, no. Be strong, remember. There's no band aids here. You can't get anywhere by yourself if you cry from a little cut. Lee chopped his whole arm off and he didn't cry. Probably. She closes her fist, takes a deep breath, then another, and then gets back up.
Now though, there's a small nine year old trying to pull along a plank of wood that's almost as big as she is, only using her right hand. ]
story time
[ Clementine knows about stories. She remembers telling her parents stories, and being told stories, and even Lee would tell her about things that happened to him or his brother when they were younger. Back before the walkers came, her stories were full of squirrels, flowers, and stuff she did in school, or else imaginary princesses defeating imaginary dinosaurs. Now all she can think of are scarier things than that. Way scarier.
She offers a small smile that fades just as quickly. ] Um, I'm Clementine. I think I know some stories? There's... a story about about the farmers that ate people and fed people to other people that didn't wanna eat them. That's a scary one. There's a lot of stories about people getting eaten up.
clementine | the walking dead (game) season 1 | ota
[ This isn't where she should be. Clementine is pretty sure this is a dream, but usually her dreams have her parents in them, and Lee too. If it's a scary dream there's usually walkers as well, but not here though. That's something, at least.
Pretty soon Clementine has wandered over to the bottom of a huge cliff, where damp planks of wood litter the area. She should make a fire, right? That's what you're supposed to do when you're washed up on a beach like this. Even if this place isn't real, and is just a dream, she should definitely try and make a fire to send a signal and keep warm at night. Except... how to do that?
Why hadn't she ever asked Lee how to make a fire or cook food on it? They had time, all that time. And now he's dead and Omid and Christa aren't here and no one can teach her.
Still, she has to try though. She remembers back in the motor inn, the grown ups sometimes made a fire to cook animals they'd caught, and she sort of remembers Kenny using pieces of wood to get it started.
Putting her gun down on top of one of the nearby rocks, Clementine goes to pull on one of the planks. It seems lodged in between two rocks, and takes some pulling, but eventually it gives. Unfortunately, so does she. Immediately she trips, falls, and feels a sharp pain in her left hand after putting it out right on one of the more ragged rocks below her. Blood trickles out from a cut on her palm. ]
Ow! [ No, no, no. Be strong, remember. There's no band aids here. You can't get anywhere by yourself if you cry from a little cut. Lee chopped his whole arm off and he didn't cry. Probably. She closes her fist, takes a deep breath, then another, and then gets back up.
Now though, there's a small nine year old trying to pull along a plank of wood that's almost as big as she is, only using her right hand. ]
story time
[ Clementine knows about stories. She remembers telling her parents stories, and being told stories, and even Lee would tell her about things that happened to him or his brother when they were younger. Back before the walkers came, her stories were full of squirrels, flowers, and stuff she did in school, or else imaginary princesses defeating imaginary dinosaurs. Now all she can think of are scarier things than that. Way scarier.
She offers a small smile that fades just as quickly. ] Um, I'm Clementine. I think I know some stories? There's... a story about about the farmers that ate people and fed people to other people that didn't wanna eat them. That's a scary one. There's a lot of stories about people getting eaten up.
...All of them are scary though.