Re: TWD, Woodbury: Clem/Graham
"Nothing bit me. I washed all the blood off real good to check," she said, walking up to the window and placing her hands on the sill to look down at the quiet street below, as if she was looking real careful. She did that for a few seconds, then she turned to look at him instead, hip against the sill and hands at her sides, fingers pressing into that white wood. "You cleaned up good," she said honest. They'd all been getting filthy as could be in the past few weeks, what with supplies getting lower and lower. "Nice seeing less hair on your face."
She looked over her shoulder, below. "Maybe it's good as it looks, Graham. Maybe it's a safe place in the middle of all this dying. We got a little one with us. We wouldn't be lasting long out there on our own, not now that the prison's gone." She nodded her chin toward some children playing on the grass, their momma sitting on a stoop and watching them. "Them folks, they just don't feel evil to me. They feel like normal folks."
She wasn't real concerned with their weapons going missing. She wasn't real concerned about anything if they could live nice, have some fun, sleep on some soft bed and wear some clean clothes; her standards had dropped some.
She looked back at him. "That mall, it treat you right?"