Re: TWD: graham + clem + shane
The only thing that saved Shane from getting scrubbed near to death was Graham being cheeky over there with the damn hammering. Clem balled up the towel, damp and disgusting as it was, and she tossed it clear across the room and at the man's head. Her aim with her good arm wasn't half bad, neither, so take that Graham Ross, and she smiled at herself, all smug as she looked back at Shane and his talking about farms.
Which was better than focusing on the noise the things outside the door Graham was working on were making. Sounded loud, that hammering, and the things outside sounded more determined. Something screamed like splintering, cracked through, and she wondered if that would have happened without any of them there. She shook her head some a second later, because no point in playing games with what if here. Every damn thing here could turn bad, and that was just something a person had to live with.
She understood the dilemma, too, because young wasn't stupid. Farmhouse might be safe, but it wouldn't get them home any. "We tried everything in this town, and there ain't a door out. Maybe doors are more scarce now, or maybe they're in other places." Was worth considering. There were more dead out, and this place felt worse than the last time, like living folks were losing whatever foothold they had - if they'd ever had any worth mentioning.
Truth was, Graham might not be spent, but she and Shane were, and it showed. "We can rest a few days. Drink some damn water and be clean at that farm, and then we can try getting out again," she suggested. "You're fresh, honey," she said to Graham. "We ain't, and there's no other towns for miles." No way Shane would make it walking, not without some resting first.