Lil_Red_Cat

My names Clementine. My friends call me Clem. I guess we can be friends. I come on Wattpad to escape the boredom of everyday life (which includes killing zombies, killing people close to me who've turned, nearly getting bitten...). 

I like writing zombie stories nowadays. My stories are pretty gory to the average person, who hasn't grown up in the zombie apocalypse. Proceed with caution. 

Just remember, when things are getting kind of bad... That you could be getting gnawed to death by zombies. And that someone out there loves you.

Don't mention Lee around me. I'll cry. And you don't want to see a little girl cry... Right?

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Duck: "They said it's called a salt lick."
"Yeah, but don't lick it, it's gross."
Lee: "Did you lick it?"
(long pause) ".... I don't know?"

"He's my friend. We don't leave friends behind. That's my vote". 

"Keep that hair short."

"Still. Not. Bitten."

"No... Did Duck say I did it?"
"No, why? Did Duck do it?"
"No, he's just always... Blaming me for stuff."
"Like what?" 
"Putting a bug on his pillow..."
"Did you do that?"
"... Yes."

"Do you have any pink chalk?"
"No, it's... gone somewhere. Do you want blue?"

"Plus, he knew how to make it look cool. Like you, with your hat."
"My dad gave it to me." 
"See, dads are smart like that." 

"This man found me and took care of me... His name was Lee. He taught me how to survive..."

"Try not to worry. The Walkers are just dumb animals. They can't open a gate."
"Once our pet hamster got out of his cage. When we found him, he'd eaten a half a bag of cookies."
"I...think this is a bit different."
"Yeah. Now we're the cookies."