. (mareas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-02-18 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !walking dead, *narrative, clementine murphy |
Narrative
Who: Clementine
What: The view from a cell
Where: The prison, TWD
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: Some undead folks is all
Just like she'd said, Clem had gone looking when the prison got all quiet after she'd used that watch that had come with her wishing.
It hadn't been loud before, but there'd been normal sounds some; Graham and Shane talking in their cell a few down, and Amelia painting with her boy coloring, and other folks walking or muttering. It wasn't ever real loud in the prison, like talking might make the things outside wise to their being there. But she wasn't real worried about that neither, because there hadn't been any dead things inside in April of the year before. The food was real horrible, but that was the only real risk, and Clem had picked the date real deliberate on account of that.
And that first day had been real fine, if not as wonderful as she remembered it in memory. She knew that was her own doing. She was dragging baggage clear in that was all hers, and that hadn't been here then, and she wished she'd had time to change the wish some. Even before seeing Lore and trying to get herself back. Sure, she'd crawled in some bunks her first two nights, but even that didn't seem to count for anything. She was a fool thing of a girl to think it would matter any, and coming here to avoid Lore had been foolish, because she'd been there all the same, and not seeing Joy didn't hurt any less on account of the baby not being born yet.
But that was all still better than this.
She'd found water, like she'd told Shane, but truth was that the thing he was saying might happen? It already had. The cellblock was overrun, just like it had been when they'd took off all those months ago. She'd got back in, but only barely, and now she was sitting against the wall on the top bunk, typing on her phone and trying not to look at the things out there. She had a real brief moment where she hoped Lore got out, because how in the heck would she explain that if she didn't? Sorry, Graham, see, I done panicked and locked my sister out, and then the walkers ate her up.
So, she wasn't thinking on that. Lore was probably long gone, back where she was supposed to be with Graham, and the journals were distracting, if not always in a real good way. She'd known Jake would take the news about Joy bad, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to do a thing about it, even if she was back home. Least Penny and Carson were 'round, and they would wear the boy down eventually; she had a whole lot of faith in that.
Shane, now him she worried about some. She wasn't real sure Graham would give him a whole lot of time, not with Lore and the baby, a family ready made, and that made her sad plenty. But she wasn't letting Shane come here, neither. She'd lost count at a few dozen walking dead things outside her cell doors, and who knew how many more were out there. No point in dragging the man here to die, just because she'd been a silly fool of a girl with a real dumb wish. And she wasn't lying any about Graham needing him out there, even if Graham didn't realize it most days.
Truth was, she was still hoping this would all just wear off and put her home before the water and food ran out; the cell door seemed sturdy plenty. She had to believe that, because she'd fall to pieces otherwise. Chin held high, and she just needed to wait it out some.
And there was some bright side to this whole damn thing; least no one could see her crying, because she was real sure she looked just terrible. It was something real small, but it was something. She'd keep on telling herself that 'til she believed it. She took after her momma, after all, and lying to oneself was an art form, pretty with rouge and kohl and smiles for the camera.
It would all be just fine, sure it would. Sure it would.