Sitting on the edge of the fountain...

[bravelittlehero]

Who: Clementine...join her!
Where: She is sitting on the edge of the fountain.
When: The afternoon of October 6th
What: Clementine has arrived.
Warnings: Possible talk of death/zombies/blood...
Style: Going with the flow
Status: Open . Very open. 

Clementine was sitting on the edge of the fountain, her journal resting on her lap. She'd woken up in this strange place near a fountain not too long ago and since then, she has been sitting on the edge, reading the journal with fascination. Well as much as she could read. Some people used bigger, more complex words than she knew, like the welcome page. She couldn't read where she was, but she was pretty sure it didn't say Georgia. 

She was, in a word, filthy. Her dress was covered from head to toe in what looked like caked, dried blood. She smelled like someone who was a lot less than alive. Thrown on top of it was a red hoodie, one that had seen better days and had quite a few bloodstains itself, just not as bad as the others. 

She had currency in one pocket and her gun in the other. She looked out at the people, watching them. They hadn't been friendly, not at all, but they still moved like they were alive. Where was she? What would Lee do in her situation?

Comments

[havesomedeath]

"So how did you end up with so much blood on you? I'm used to seeing a lot of blood myself, but it generally doesn't get on me." He almost adds that he wouldn't really mind if it did, but little kid. Right. Little kids don't like blood, right? He was pretty sure about that. Like seventy percent sure. "Well, not this much, anyway!"

[bravelittlehero]

"Oh well...Lee put it on me." Clementine explains, looking down at her hands. "He noticed that the zombies didn't attack him when he smelled like one and then he made me smell like one too. It's really gross."

[havesomedeath]

"Huh, really? I didn't know about that! I've fought lots of zombies before, so that's weird! Of course, I was kind of busy fighting, so maybe I just didn't notice!" He laughs a little. "Hm... I don't think it's that gross, actually, but that's just me. If it kept you safe then that's way more important, right?"

[bravelittlehero]

She seems to think it over. "I guess so."

[havesomedeath]

"Right, right! Sometimes you have to do stuff that you normally wouldn't to keep living! I had to do plenty of stuff like that myself, when I lived in the forest for a while! Of course, there weren't any zombies there, but still."

[bravelittlehero]

Clementine nodded a bit. That was right, they did lots of things that she wouldn't have been allowed to before everyone got sick.

[havesomedeath]

What a strange kid. But that was fine, Henry liked strange.

"Did you have to fight zombies too?"

[bravelittlehero]

"Uh huh." Clementine nodded. "I killed some of them."

[havesomedeath]

"Whoa, really? That's pretty impressive!" He knows more than enough adults back home who were too scared to fight their kind of zombies, so he is in fact genuinely impressed. "You're pretty brave, ha ha!"

[bravelittlehero]

"Thank you! Lee helped me. He taught me how to shoot."

[havesomedeath]

"Hm, really? That's a good skill to have. It sure was nice of him to teach you that!" Of course, he still thinks she's talking about a bow, since he's from medieval fantasy europe and what are guns, but whatever. "So is this Lee a friend of yours? Is he here with you?"

[bravelittlehero]

"No...Lee is gone." Clementine said with a small sigh, looking at the ground. "He can't come back."

[havesomedeath]

"Oh, I see." He paused for a moment, a little unsure how to proceed. "That's a shame... But don't be too sad about it, he's just waiting on the other side now! So you'll get to see him again eventually!"

[bravelittlehero]

"Maybe. I hope so."