Hallway: Clem, Amelia, Shane, Graham
[Amelia didn't have to be told twice that it was time to go. She gave Joshua a little pack, she managed to sneak some small amount of food and water into it, since they were less inclined to look over a child. He'd grown more and more quiet, and he'd always been to start with, so he was near mute at this point. She could hardly blame him, with everything he survived. She tried to keep him away from the emergency doors and body bags coming in and out. She gave the doctors a hand where she could, although she knew nothing about medicine. They had very little to their name these days.
She learned how to keep her head down and out of the way, moving as fast as possible with his arms slung around her neck. There was one moment of near panic when she heard someone hoot at her, but they must have been distracted. Then she was out the door and trying to breathe, keeping as calm as possible for her son's sanity. Not that she was sure it mattered at this point, how could he not be changed forever? Amelia gave him her sketchpad so he could go play with it while the grown ups discussed what they could.
She was thin and rattled, her hair dirty and her face smudged. Not with blood, but showering was impossible. She got used to not needing these things, at the prison, although the luxury was missed. Amelia slowly took a seat next to Clementine, rubbing her hands through her hair.] People didn't exactly give great advice on the journals.