"But we don't eat monsters." "Yeah, but if we could, we probably would..." At least, that's what Clementine tells him. Because AJ doesn't need to know how warm the fresh ones are on the tongue, nor how decayed flesh claws on the way down. [The times she scavenged, the times her secret was caught, and the one bite that...
Walkers. Muertos. Deadheads. Lurkers... The dead which roamed, they wore many names. Monster was yet another one. Though, Clementine knew most monsters didn't decay. Their hearts still throbbed. Their eyes, still with color. The monsters, still with words to asphyxiate. Because she was one herself: a monster with fir...
A pocket of humanity survive the undead times as something beyond human. The remnants of victors from another apocalypse, ages ago. Clementine is one of them, as was Christa, and is A.J. And she desperately wants A.J's humanity intact, because as for her own, it's slipping. [While this is a werewolf AU, and A/B/O by...
When Clementine was plunged into the age of walkers, muertos, monsters...she quickly learned what it meant to survive. Fight. Kill. Drink. Forget. Leave the past that haunted her. Leave a yellow dress forgotten. [This is, if anything, the story of my Clementine as the games progressed. So, yes, it sticks pretty close...