A half native boy turned wandering survivalist. A natural warrior by birth, wherever he goes the cold of winter shall fallow. Cursed with a dark past he now finds himself surviving the apocalypse and learning the ways of man
Disclaimer:you and Clementine are roughly the same age. Only being a month older than her
3RD PERSON POV: walkers. The dead come living. A zombie apocalypse brought to life. A situation that crosses any sane humans mind every once in a while. Once thought to be only seen in movies and comic books, suddenly turned into a reality. The world crumbled quickly, almost in the span of a day, the world that everyone once knew was suddenly gone. Or at least the world others knew of, not him
*STAB*
A walker would fall to the feet of a young boy, a bloody knife in one hand, covered a long black cloak, a sword strapped to his back, jacket and hood, with clothes, or something close to armor, with black gloves and bandages under his gloves with a palette of black, dark blue and white designs of moon phases and some details of clouds, a red ribbon on his hip along with a large sword on his back hip and a elegant dark blue and black tail coat and black boots
The boy would clean the knife in his hand and seath it back behind his hip as he reached for his face to show a mask was covering his mouth and quickly took it off. The boy would feel something was off and touched the back of his head to see that the red ribbon in his hair was gone
Y/n:tch...damn it
The boy would grumble to himself before taking a few steps away from the Walker at his feet and bringing his thumb and pointer finger to his lips and let out a sharp whistle in the air
The boy would look around before letting out another sharp whistle. The boy would groan as he put a hand on his hip, having not seen or heard from his mare
Y/n:*sigh*where the hell did she run off to?
The boy asked before hearing a familiar gallope growing closer and let out another short whistle as Y/n soon saw his mare running towards him before coming to a slow stop next to him, although seemingly in somewhat of a panic
Y/n:hey, there girl. You miss me, Rain?
The boy calmed the mare down with gentle rubs and pats as the animal huffed out an exasperated breath through her nostrils as Y/n chuckled at her while gently rubbing her head
Y/n:*chuckle* You ready to go or not miss diva?
The horse simply looked down at the young boy and mimicked a smile with her eyes at him
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The young boy couldn't help but chuckle before Rain knelt down to allow him on as Y/n quickly mounted her and quickly took a look in the bag that was on her back and let out a sigh
Y/n:this won't last much longer, girl. We're gonna have to be smart with how we eat
He said while slipping the bag back onto his back before gently patting Rain on the neck as the mare let out an annoyed huff and neigh before racing off into the distance as soon walkers began populating the area they once found themselves in
