Re: TWD: graham + clem
"It's worse than that bad," she said of that shirt and the way he stunk, and no way was she changing her mind. He wasn't covered near as bad as Shane had been, but it was still real terrible. "Shane made me do that to get out of the prison, cover myself in guts, and I almost rather be ate by one of those festering things. Might go with that option if it comes to it again." Which was a damn lie, but she said it like she meant every word, chin up and defiant, even bone dry and hurting like she was. Plain truth was she was too inclined to survive, and she'd make a fuss, but she'd do what it took.
But he obliged, and she sat and watched the red come off his skin. He said there were clothes, and she figured that was better to fix on than Shane just yet. She leaned forward and reached for that bag with her good arm, and she pulled a plain old white shirt out and slipped her own plaid one off, after freeing herself of the sling and wincing five or six times as she got the new shirt on. She threw him the one she'd been wearing. "It's Shane's. You ain't getting that ruined thing on the ledge back."
Which brought them right on back to the main thing worrying her. "Man's been up my ass constant since he thought something bit me outside the prison. He knows I ain't got enough water to last him being gone this long. No point lying to me, honey, though it's real kind of you to try."
She motioned to the window. "It's real bad out there."