The world was dead and we felt like the only living beings alive. Omid is dead, Christa is gone and now we're alone. Alone in a world of the dead. I wanted to keep my promise to Lee. I needed to. I would protect her from death, even if it meant I sa...
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𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 | 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗶
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~*•°' "𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽?" '°•*~
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16 months later…
I SAT ON A LOG IN THE FOREST, Clementine beside me as we watched Christa feed the fire, trying to cook a weasel we had caught a few hours earlier. A couple months ago, Christa lost the baby. It was a dark day, and she hadn’t spoken much from that day onwards. She blames me and Clementine for Omid’s death, but we didn’t speak about him either. We don’t speak about anything anymore.
Clementine: Christa. Talk to us.
The woman sighed, looking at us both before getting up and sticking a piece of wood into the flames.
Christa: This’ll never work. Look at this… it’s pathetic. The wood’s too wet to burn… There’s more smoke than flame… At this rate, we’ll be eating this for breakfast.
Clementine: What else can we do?
Christa: Find something that’ll burn, maybe. I dunno. Won’t be easy in the dark and in the rain.
