Re: TWD: graham + clem
It was funny; he should've been afraid. Normal people'd be afraid. All those dead down below, just waiting for him to lose his grip or step wrong so he'd go tumbling, and if he did, Graham knew the chances of him getting back up weren't good. They'd be on him in a second. But he wasn't afraid, not even when he thought of Joy and Jake back out in the normal world. They made him determined, gave him focus, but they didn't make him feel fear. Maybe he was still numb some from Lore leaving like she had. Maybe he'd just been in this damn place too much to feel anything while he was here.
Those things didn't matter. What did matter was that he didn't fall. He didn't slip. He was still breathing, he wasn't weak or tired or thirsty, and not even the stench he was coated in bothered him any.
He whistled again, just for good measure. And then he just focused on making it up, wincing a little at the strain it was putting on his upper body; he'd feel that tomorrow, sure as hell. The sheet-rope-ladder made him smile, strange as that was, and he was more than willing to use it to make the climb a little easier. He didn't say a thing, since he figured Clem (or Shane) wouldn't throw down help for just anybody. Had to know it was him. Bloody, dirty, and not smelling all that great, Graham hauled himself up into the ledge and slid his backpack off, tossed it onto the floor.
"Hey." He exhaled in relief when his feet touched the ground. "Got water in there. Clothes, too." He gestured to the bag, but his gaze was elsewhere. On Clem, around the room, then back to her. "Where's Shane? You holding up okay?"