#like first marlon betrays her then the rest of the group tell her to get fucked and die. dont come back. we never want to see you again

[spacedlexi]

people dont talk enough about how heartbreaking the marlon betrayal mustve been for clem too,,

this dude saves the life of her and her kid. takes them in has them patched up gives them their first hot meal in who knows how long. gives them a safe place to stay. possibly permanently. confides in her that hes trying to be a good leader but feels like and fears that hes failing. asks her to help him take care of the rest of the group. helps her get over her fear of dogs by asking her to trust him. and things go well. she feels safe. like this place could really finally be the home shes been looking for

but as soon as she finds out what happened to the twins. that marlon planned on giving up her and aj too. she immediately becomes a liability to him and he attempts to kill her for it. locks her in the basement to die by walker. then tries to turn the group against her so he can shoot her instead when the first method fails. and he nearly succeeds

then a majority of the group turn against clem the minute aj kills marlon. ignoring marlons mistakes but condemning aj for his. like clem wasnt betrayed by marlon in the exact same way he betrayed the twins. like she literally wasnt almost killed twice? and how long had he been considering giving her up? was it always some contingency he planned? did he truly want to keep them around and things only changed when he feared the raiders had returned? she'll never know

#i think about this a lot... the betrayal... clems deep trust issues... then they all want to kick her out (except vi aasim and tenn 💕) #when she was just as impacted if not more so than the rest of them. since she was the only one with her Life on the line #thats why violet fighting so hard for them to stay is so important imo and would MEAN SO MUCH to clem too #vi and aasim are the only ones who can see past the bullshit and realize that theyre safer with clem around #while the rest would rather kick her out so they dont have to acknowledge their confused feelings about marlon #like first marlon betrays her then the rest of the group tell her to get fucked and die. dont come back. we never want to see you again #but she does. and she saves them #personally i do think marlon had 'good' intentions but he was a scared and fucked up kid who made bad decisions #and continued to make bad decisions to cover for his previous fuck ups #but that just makes him interesting :) #and i like teaching aj the difference between people like marlon and people like lilly #all of clems 'wow i feel so safe here :) and these guys seem smart :)' personal dialogue around ericsons makes me 😭 #she was so happy to be at ericsons. and they turn against her so fast when she was more of a victim than any of them #aj is a literal baby. do not treat him like an adult who can make fully rationalized decisions. hes a baby and he only knows survival #at least they slowly get over it after clem comes back (some take longer than others...) #but the lack of compassion in voting to kick them out is heartbreaking. she was heartbroken #and thats not acknowledged as much as it should be #posting this old drafted post now cuz it expands my feelings on clems broken heartedness about the marlon situation #it speaks #twdg

[petulant-poet]

Tell me about ur ocs

Okay okay I have been WAITING for someone to ask me this. I hope you’re ready for an onslaught anon!

okay so since you didn’t ask for a specific set or certain oc, imma tell you about my main oc’s, the prime 16!

the prime 16 are a class of super-powered individuals living in a post-apocalypse, and under the gaze of the institute they live in. that is, until they run away and make lives of their own! Their main goal is to regroup in Boston, but many decide to take the scenic route around the broken country. Here they are, from oldest to youngest and in order of class:

Class Alpha: the first class to emerge, they are the strongest and most skilled with their abilities. They’ve been in the clutches of the institute longer than any of the others, and their need for escape lets them find freedom.

1: Marlon, the soul scholar. He is the oldest and was the one to devise the escape plan in the first place. He escaped and went straight to Boston, using his power of elemental construction to research into soul power, making him a useful asset to anyone. However, his need for knowledge doesn’t stop there. He goes searching and looking where no one has or should, and finds himself deep into something he never should have disturbed.

2: Charlie, the shadow spy. She is the second-in-command to Marlon, but prefers to stay out of the limelight. She finds herself in the holographic city of Chicago, and finds that the best places for her are in the dark corners of the streets. She uses her ability intuition to become a valuable spy and mercenary, able to take out or find anything she is hired to find. She finds though that the shadows she saw as her ally can hold more secrets than she could ever want to know.

3: Colby, the glam American. Colby is a lot more easygoing than most of the others in his class, and is able to mutate his genes however he likes. He uses this skill to join a rock band and become a roving sensation across the ruined country. He finds that not everyone just wants to listen though, and that there will be people who may just want to use him for themselves.

4: Lydia, the lucky bullet. She’s the most energetic of class Alpha and has herself a cartoon physiology, making life around her a living cartoon. She moves off to the west to become a famed cowboy, and is beloved by the people around her. However, all cartoons have their run, and Lydia is terrified of when she will run out of luck.

Class Beta: the second best, the afterthought, whatever you call them, class Beta has heard it before. They have powers that are less useful in battle and more with other people, or in life. They are constantly played as Alpha’s little siblings (which they are) to an insane degree, leading them to often resent or idolize the higher class.

5: Kit, the lonesome nomad. He was one of the kids headed for Boston, until a tragic accident landed him on the road. His only goal is to try and make it to Boston with his brothers and sisters in one piece, and he will betray and manipulate anyone with his empath abilities to get there. He is cold and untrusting, but soon finds that self-isolation is an even colder fate.

6: Georgina, the traveling psychic. She has the power of divination, and can see the future. But it’s not the most reliable very often, only showing flashes and bits of voices. However, she manages to use her powers to go from some local psychic of a small town to a traveling performer, telling peoples’ futures far and wide.

7: Samuel, the bloodthirsty knight. He is the second most resentful of class Alpha, mostly stemming from his own inferiority complex from his power, action link. Meaning he can’t be a powerhouse on his own. However, when he escapes, he is let out into a war zone. He works his way up and becomes a soldier, soon earning his title through the bloodshed at one of his most famed battles. But his winning streak can only last so long, and he’ll have to find that out the hard way.

8: Sarah, the starry oceanographer. She is the most resentful of class Alpha, and ironically the first to reach Boston. She becomes an acclaimed sailor with her navigational intuition, and with her help ships stop disappearing into the shifting oceans forever. However, she soon finds out the hard way that there are depths too deep for even her to reach.

Class Gamma: the less put-together class, they escaped at a younger age and have less of a kinship with each other. The only thing that unites them in the slightest is their common childhood trauma.

9: Jordan, the reaper’s seeker. He is young and impressionable, but his path was set for him the moment the accidentally used his power, intuitive aptitude, to find a hidden tumor in his adoptive mother. From there he is seen as an omen of evil to many, but is used as a tool to find the issues in many for others. He wants it to end so badly, but in what way is up to him.

10: Robin, the false herald. Robin finds herself sent to a religious academy for her safekeeping, but in the process uses her power of possession to accidentally call down their god through her. She is revered as a saint and is given special treatment, but due to her identity as the herald, she never gets to find an identity of her own, which is what she wants more than anything.

11: Archie, the human pandemic. Archie’s goal was to try and reunite with his family, but the moment he first contracted the first viruses, he knew that would be impossible. He has the power of invincibility, meaning that the viruses in his body won’t hurt him, but they will hurt anyone else who comes in contact with him. He now wanders the woods alone, hoping that someone will come along and help him. But in the meantime, he has friendship with the other things living on him.

12: Adrianna, the nether queen. After separation from the rest of the prime 16, she finds herself running from raiders and police, until she comes across the entrance to an underground realm full of people that soon forcibly crowns her as queen of the underground after she kills the last one on arrival. However, Adrianna wants nothing to do with the affairs of the underground and longs for escape, and with her indomitable will, she’ll make sure of it.

Class Delta: the youngest of the prime 16, they have little to no memory of the institute. Because of this, they have no practice with their powers and have had their fates completely thrown to the wind, making them the hardest to find of the group.

13: Archie, the calamity child. He has lived his life jumping from one adoptive family to another, and tragedy seems to follow him no matter where he goes. From hurricanes to tornadoes and flash floods, Archie has always been the only one to remain with his botanical abomination power. He has ended up getting bad rep, with people blaming his power for his bad luck. He ends up becoming disconnected from other kids and mistrustful of adults, but just wants a family of his own.

14: Maya, the gateway girl. She was raised in the complexes of downtown New York, and with her friends is constantly braving the dangers of the uptown ruins. Maya’s own power, domain, is only known between her and her own friends. Not even her ‘parents’ know about it. However, she’s forced to face herself and confront her past when she finds how similar her power is to to the monsters living uptown, and finds some shocking truths.

15: Xavier, the griefer king. He was found by the real king as a baby, and after finding out about his power, animalistic abomination, he wholeheartedly adopts the boy as his own. Xavier is raised among the other griefers as one of them, but is abruptly put in charge when the king must go on a journey to expand west. He becomes a ruthless leaver, unafraid to go to violent measures, and finds himself reveling in the hunting of unknowing travelers on the highway. But Xavier soon needs to find the balance of human and animal, lest he finds himself going off the deep end.

16: Adeline, the sacrifice. The youngest and rumored to be the most powerful, Adeline lived her life peacefully without her power ever awakening. However, the truth came to her abruptly and soon uprooted her whole life, and was told that she must become a vessel to save the world. In the stress of everything moving and her whole life crumbling in front of her though, her power awakens, and everyone finds what makes her the most powerful of them all…

and that is the prime 16! Hope you like them, and don’t be afraid to send questions if you want!

#The prime 16 #ocean’s rambling

[kyndaris]

Parables of Our Times

Right after finishing a very high-octane, action-heavy title, I thought it best to slow down and try my hand at a game that had tickled my curiosity for a good long while. Considering how much I enjoyed Gone Home, Tacoma and The Vanishing of Ethan Carter, it came as a surprise when I finished Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture with very mixed feelings. Instead of falling in love with a quaint English town and the mystery surrounding the disappearance of the people that had lived there, I was tempted after an hour or so of play to stop and try my hand at something else.

I can’t rightly pinpoint what exactly about the game, from developer The Chinese Room, did not sit right with me. After scouring the internet, I feel like it must have been the pace of the game and the lack of objects that could be interacted with. From the very beginning, it felt as if the playable character moved at a snail’s pace. Other titles that might be considered ‘walking simulators’ in their own right felt faster, or were perhaps more dense. Even holding down R2 did not elevate how slow I moved around the world. In fact, the speed was also detrimental to my desire to explore and see more of the town I found myself in. Why bother heading to a particular point of interest if it took forever and a day to reach it and head back to the critical path?

Additionally, the lack of objects that could be picked up and studied also served to dull my interest. In fact, other than with doors and the occasional radio, the only other thing that I could interact with were strange globules of light that required the controller be tilted either left or right. The controls for this, in particular, did not seem very intuitive and the prompt at the beginning did not anchor in my head until I found my third ball of light. 

What I did like were the revelations about each named character and the other individuals that lived in the town. Whether that was Wendy trying to meddle in the love lives of her son and his previous beau (as well as her disdain for his American wife), to the interactions between Jeremy and those that attended his church.

While the conversations proved illuminating when it came to understanding the many different individuals that lived in Yaughton, Shropshire, I feel like it was a missed opportunity that other ways to tell the story were not included.

The mystery behind the disappearing populace - supposedly a sudden influx of Spanish influenza - did prove to be intriguing. After exploring the first area, it was clear that this was something more. The tissues covered in blood and the recording made by the local physician only served to heighten the possibilities of what was truly going on. As the story continues, the player learns that a strange phenomenon may be the actual cause. Fearful, Stephen Appleton calls on the government to spray nerve gas over the entire town to stop the spread of this alien contagion.

In many ways, the quarantine that surrounded the town is reminiscent of our current battle with COVID-19. Locked in our homes, unable to venture overseas or even cross state lines has proven a difficult enterprise for many. And like some of the characters in the game, there have been the occasional individuals that have tried to sneak past borders or lied to authorities their actual movements in order to be allowed sanctuary in another state or city.

Fortunately, we have yet to be turned into dust and sucked up into a glowing pattern of light. Whether it’s meant to be considered an alien or a concept of faith is unclear. What is strange in Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture is that only humans were infected. Birds and cows simply dropped dead. There was no dusting a la the Thanos Snap in Avengers: Infinity War. 

Speaking of which, Stephen feared that the contagion of light had traversed the phone lines and had spread outside the valley where the town of Yaughton was located. If that was the case, who is the playable character? Are we also a ball of light? After all, I had no feet or hands. I hardly heard any indication of footsteps. Yet, somehow, I could still get trapped on random geometry in the environment.  Alas, a mystery to solve another time.

On the other side of the spectrum of games that I managed to finish quite quickly was The Walking Dead: The Final Season. After the whole debacle of Telltale shutting its doors due to unsustainable business practices and the game initially being released on Epic Games Store, I wasn’t quite certain if I would ever see Clementine’s story through to completion. Yet, fast forward a year or two and I managed to purchase it on Steam.

Clementine has always had a special place in my heart. After looking after her while playing as Lee Everett, I had watched as she grew up in a world that was very different from our own. Each subsequent game only seemed to further paint a grim and bleak future for humanity after the zombie apocalypse and I feared something terrible would happen to the little girl I found nestled in her tree house, waiting for her parents to return home.

In The Final Season, several years have passed and Clementine is in her late teens. With her is AJ, the son of Rebecca and a very precocious five year old. He seems incredibly mature for his age and behaves basically like a rebellious teenager. Except, of course, that he still has a very black and white view of the world. Shoot monsters in the head. Food and bullets are good. Clementine is the best.

What felt different in this title, rather than the ones before, is that after an encounter at an old railway station, Clementine is welcomed to a small community that is largely run by kids. Or, at the very least, teenagers that have also lived through the traumatic beginnings of the apocalypse. There are no adults - for many of the teachers abandoned these troubled youth at the first sign of danger. And instead of trying to prove herself in a world full of adults, Clementine is able to interact with people her own age or younger. Coupled with looking after AJ, she is the one that needs to be responsible and make sure that AJ doesn’t grow up to become a completely jaded ten-year old.

The narrative of The Final Season is centred around the Erikson Boarding School and the students there. Leader of the small group is Marlon, voiced by none other than Prince Noctis himself, Ray Chase. Violet and Louis came next in import. Then came Willy, Aasim, Ruby, Mitch, Omar and Tennessee. Oh, and mustn’t forget Brody. Voiced by Hedy Burress (or Yuna from Final Fantasy X)! 

Interacting with this gaggle of kids was refreshing. Instead of suspicion, Clementine and AJ were met with curiosity. While Ruby might not have liked the fact that AJ bit her, or his eating habits, it was very easy to like each character and not have to dwell on what each person’s agenda was and wondering if they would betray the group.

Alas, Clementine’s good deed in trying to find more food leads to Brody freaking out when Clementine mentions meeting a scavenger also looking for food: Abel. The climax of the first chapter ends with the discovery that raiders have previously taken two members of the Erikson Boarding School kids and may have returned. But before Marlon could atone for his crimes, he is shot dead by AJ. Plot contrivances somehow allowed the five year old kid to pick up the gun that Marlon dropped by his feet, sneak up behind him and shoot him right in the head. Don’t ask me how.

The next two chapters proved excellent in building up the tension of confronting the raiders, one of which was Season 1 Lilly. I knew the instant that I had to once again select my choices from the previous titles that she would be making a reappearance. After all, she was a plot thread that had yet to be neatly tied into a bow. And despite everything - like the hardening of Clementine and making her a ruthless survivor - I could not order AJ to shoot the conniving ex-military woman.

In fact, I played Clementine as I did most of my other characters when it comes to role-playing games. Emphatic and desperately trying to make the right choices. 

While the story did feel a little cliched with many familiar beats, I did feel strongly invested in trying to pass on everything I could to little AJ. In that, The Final Season felt like it came full circle with Clementine getting bitten and faced with the dilemma of turning or allowing herself to be killed. Rather than repeat what happened in the first season of The Walking Dead, however, the epilogue shows Clementine surviving her leg been haphazardly chopped off with an axe covered in walker guts.

How did she not manage to bleed out? Did the other kids manage to find her in the barn and free both her and AJ? How did she not die from infection?

Like many mediums that are set after the apocalypse, the humans here are hardy and tenacious. In a world where many of us are struggling with a pandemic that does not appear to be seasonal and with long-lasting symptoms that can affect individuals months after the initial diagnosis, it does feel like we’ve entered a nebulous stage of despair. Whole countries have been shut down, re-opened and sent straight back into lockdown when numbers have climbed. With summer approaching in Australia, it feels like the worst may have passed. But for the rest of the world in the northern hemisphere, winter is coming. With it comes the additional risks of normal flu and cold. 

But what The Walking Dead: The Final Season left me with, despite how glum a zombie outbreak would bring, is that there is still the chance for hope. Of creating a family and living instead of surviving. 

Even when society has collapsed and most have returned to old bartering systems or looking after their own crops, there is still light at the end of the tunnel. 

#video games #everybody's gone to the rapture #the walking dead: the final season #clementine and AJ #pandemic

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I read your post about Marlon surviving and joining the delta. I'm super curious about how Louis would react to this, especially the part you wrote about him being the one to cut his finger off. And what would Marlon's reaction be to seeing Louis in a relationship with Clem?

Well. 

This gets wild.

Sorry ‘bout that. 

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Their relationship would become incredibly strained once Clementine and AJ entered the picture, and eventually hostile depending on choices. 

In the beginning, there are several instances that show how close Louis and Marlon are; the photo in Marlon’s office, Louis being referred to as “Marlon’s lap dog,” defending Marlon and making excuses whenever he gets angry, Louis sharing a story with Clementine about him and Marlon when they were kids and how Marlon stepped up when no one else would, as well as more scenes of them standing together in the background and conversing. 

However, the closer Clementine gets to him, the more changes you see in their friendship. It becomes clear that Marlon feels a bit possessive of Louis and their history together, and with him planning on giving Clementine and AJ away to the delta when the time comes, he’s afraid that Clementine will break his heart. 

It gets to the point where Marlon takes Clementine out for a hunting trip and asks her intentions with him. Regardless of your response, the next morning when Clementine’s going to Marlon’s office, she hears arguing before Louis leaves. For the rest of the day, Louis keeps his distance and it’s clear that it’s Marlon’s doing, further telling the player how much of an influence [or rather, control] Marlon has over Louis. 

And when the final confrontation comes and Clementine turns to Louis, it goes down about the same with some extra dialogue showing the true strain of the lies forming around their friendship. 

Now, as I said, depending on if you attack him or not, Marlon will survive and be put down in the basement or AJ will kill him. For the sake of this, Clementine attacked him and got the gun, preventing his death.

The next morning comes and after Brody’s funeral, Louis and Violet, as well as the rest of the group, argue about if they should kick Marlon out. 

Violet argues that he murdered Brody and is still a threat to everyone, while Louis argues that Marlon will die out there by himself and that he can atone by helping them against the delta. 

Clementine has the choice to side with either of them and when she agrees with Louis, he’s incredibly thankful to her. 

But, in the end, the majority vote is to kick Marlon out. This leaves Louis upset and unable to face his longtime best friend, but expresses his gratitude to Clementine for her support, even though he can see that she doesn’t truly agree with him. 

Clementine and AJ lead Marlon out into the woods.

 During this time, Marlon asks why Clementine would vote for him to stay. Clementine responds that she did it for Louis, which upsets Marlon. Then, they run into Lilly and Abel, they take Marlon, and Clementine and AJ are saved by James. 

Back at the school, Clementine explains what happened to Louis and the others, and they prepare for the attack. 

 She and Louis have a quiet moment together in their graveyard where Louis goes more in-depth into his guilt about leaving Marlon to take all the responsibilities and how he noticed something going on with him, but always turned away from it. He always wanted to believe in him, and a part of him still can’t comprehend that Marlon killed Brody and gave the twins away. 

The piano scene goes down the same [EXCEPT I get my piano mini-game!!! If Violet gets constellations then Louis gets a duet!!] and so does the fight, except Lilly mentions Marlon in hopes that someone will come forward. 

Fast forward to the boat, we see Marlon for the first time weeks, and he’s fucked up. I’m talking his head is shaved, he’s got healing bruises all over him, his eyes are sunken in, and he speaking much differently. He’s clearly been subject to the delta’s “training methods” and it’s made him damn near a new person. 

And here, he replaces Dorian, telling Clementine to not try anything or else they’ll hurt Violet more.  Lilly shows up with Minerva, they chat, Minerva confesses to killing Sophie, and Louis freaks out. Marlon tries to calm him down, but it’s too late. 

Lilly orders Marlon to pull Louis out of the cell, to which Louis and AJ try to stop him, but ultimately Louis ends up on the ground with Marlon on top and ready to cut off Louis’ finger. 

AJ bites him, and Louis is dragged back into the cell. Marlon’s left to watch the others while Lilly drags AJ away, and here’s where we see Louis completely come apart. 

Up to this point, we’ve watched Louis slowly come to terms with all the fucked up shit Marlon’s done and realizes how he manipulated him into avoiding Clementine all out of selfishness. And here, after Marlon did this to him- his best friend? 

You thought Louis screaming “FUCK YOU!” at Minerva left you shook? Oof. OOF. Double that you and you’ve got his heated argument with Marlon while Clementine escapes. 

Louis gets out of his cell and fucking tackles Marlon off of Clementine. Louis isn’t as physically strong as him, so Marlon kicks Louis off and goes after Clementine with a knife. Louis crawls to grab Marlon’s crossbow and shoots him through the shoulder. 

Realizing what he’s done, Louis goes into shock, but instead of going to Marlon’s side and apologizing, he turns his back on him and grabs Violet out of her cell. 

The group leaves Marlon lying there. 

Back on land, we’re left with a split second choice: Do you shoot Minerva or Marlon? Whoever you shoot gets killed by walkers while the other only gets bitten. 

Marlon gets bitten, and we’re left to think he died as well. 

Now, depending on if Tenn or Mitch is alive, they’ll travel with you, Louis and AJ to the bridge. For the sake of this scenario, we’ll say that Mitch is with us. 

Marlon corners us on the bridge. He’s even more fucked at this point, dragging his feet and talking to himself. When he sees Louis, he begins to reminisce about them when they were kids, apologizing for not being a good friend. He apologizes for killing Brody, for giving away the twins, for betraying everyone. He knows that Louis likes Clementine, but she’s not worth it. She’ll get him killed. Marlon begs Louis to leave with him, saying he’ll protect him, completely delusional about how near-death he really is. 

He says that it’ll just be the two of them, no Clementine, no school. Louis tries to talk him down, and it’s a jarring contrast to their previous seen together. It’s quiet, with only the growing groans and growls of walkers closing in on them and Marlon’s sobs echoing. 

Clementine and the others try to quietly sneak across while Louis keeps him distracted, but Marlon catches a glimpse of Clementine, causing him to break down. He shoots the gun off, brings the walkers to full attention. 

It plays out very similar to the Minerva route, but here Clementine [her leg fucked] and AJ are both across, but Louis and Mitch are left trying to escape. 

Marlon wrestles Louis to the ground, choking him until Louis finds the strength to claw at Marlon’s eyes, kicking him off and into the walkers. Louis, coughing and holding his bruising throat, watches in horror as Marlon is ripped apart and eaten alive by walkers. 

Mitch tries to help him up, and this is where he gets bit. 

They both make it across, and Louis is just…. a mess. His best friend [his brother] is dead, he can barely breathe, Clementine’s hurt, and now Mitch is bitten because of him. 

In the end, Louis still makes a marker and grave for Marlon, burying some of his belongings in place of a body and he says his final goodbye. 

This is just the basics. 

I really wish the game had an extra focus on Louis and Marlon and the conflict Clementine brought to their relationship for several reasons. This whole “AU” I’ve created, I guess, is just what I would’ve loved to see. 

More Louis, more Marlon, more tragic conflict. 

#asks #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg brody #twdg mitch #twdg tenn #twdg minerva

[goofygomez]

Goodbye Pt. 3 - TWDG Oneshot

Description: After their venture into the train station, Clem’s mind is troubled and her path is unclear. One person could be what it takes to help her grieve.

Wordcount: 4835

A/N: This is it, the final part of Goodbye. Hope you guy enjoyed the first two, and that you like the third part. After this, I’m working on a chaptered series that I think a lot of y’all will enjoy!

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She didn’t know how long they’d been walking, only that the path ahead was clear. Nothing around her made a noise, or at least she didn’t hear anything. The full moon still shone over them, majestic as always, mocking her from the clear sky above. Her thoughts, however, were clouded as could be.

Numb was a good word she thought described her current feelings, thought what did she know? Her teacher, her father, her mentor was… gone. It stung to even think the words, yet the truth behind them was ever-present. Lee was dead.

She clambered over a fallen tree, way ahead of the other three. She thought of AJ and what he might be thinking right about now. Of course, he must be devastated, but she couldn’t muster the courage to offer comfort when she was an inch away from collapsing herself. A brief look over her shoulder told her he was walking beside Louis, his eyes downcast and his hand rubbing the side of his right arm.

Before she turned back, she spotted Louis looking at her. His comforting smile was genuine, yet his eyes betrayed his intentions. They showed something Clem hadn’t seen in anyone’s eyes in a long time: remorse. She was about to return the smile when thoughts of the school kids leaving Lee to die in that station rose to the front of her mind, and she thought better of it.

“We’re almost there,” Aasim’s voice came from behind her. It was a weak and tired voice, unlike the commanding one he’d adopted before their venture. “Just a few miles up ahead.”

To her greatest relief, they spent those miles in silence, leaving Clementine alone with her thoughts. Thought was a better way of putting it, she mused to herself, as there was really only one thing rushing through her mind at the moment. Lee’s yellowing eyes, the blood dripping from his wounded leg, the last breath he’d taken before Clem had pulled the trigger.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head. She had to be strong for AJ. But how could she? How could she be strong when all she’d done up to this point is be strong? Her body ached for rest, yet her mind wouldn’t stop. Would it ever stop now, though?

Finally, they were within yards of the school walls. They loomed over them, large and dark against the starry backdrop of the sky. Aasim waved to a boy at the top of a makeshift watchtower and the boy nodded. He stepped down behind the wall and quickly began pulling the doors inward, letting them pass.

She noticed the boy was about to say something, but Aasim wisely cut him off, shaking his head. She was thankful for that, of course, but she could not bring herself to say it. Even before they got to the middle of the courtyard, the leader named Marlon burst through the admin building doors. A girl with fiery red hair was trailing behind him, clearly apprehensive.

“You guys made it!” he said by way of introduction, clapping Louis on the shoulder. He didn’t seem to have noticed the grim faces they wore, because he continued, “I was getting worried. How’d it go–”

Without hesitation, and admittedly without prompting, Clementine’s fist came barreling into Marlon’s face, hitting him square in the nose. Clem heard the distinctive sound of bone breaking and now stood over Marlon’s whimpering form. The girl with red hair glared at Clementine from the sidelines, but she seemed to think better than to intervene.

“You. Massive. Asshole!” Clementine yelled, taking a stride forward so she was standing inches from Marlon. “This is all your fucking fault!”

“Ow, what the hell?” Marlon was saying, covering his face as Clem aimed a kick at his arm. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Clem said indignant, crossing her arms. “Your stupid executive decision to leave my father behind got him fucking killed, is what I mean!”

“Oh my god,” the girl said, covering her mouth with her hand.

More of the kids were starting to trickle in from the dorms, wearing lighter clothes and no boots on their feet. A blonde girl stood beside a tall boy with short straight hair, both their arms crossed in indignation. They did nothing to intervene, however, which Clem found strange. She decided not to comment on it as she kicked his side once more.

“You fucking animal,” she said, her fists shaking. Her eyes were watering, tears trickling down her cheeks in her rage. She hated being this vulnerable, yet her temper could not have been kept in check much longer. “If we had anywhere else to go, and I mean anywhere, I’d fucking storm out of here.”

“What do…?”

“But since you got us stranded here in the first place, I’ll go to my room.”

“Wait a minute, you can’t just…” Marlon was cut off again, this time by Louis.

“Dude, just drop it.”

Marlon looked incredulously at his friend as Clementine led AJ back into the dorms.

“You’re kidding me, Lou?” he said.

They kept arguing, but Clem didn’t catch any more of it as they ventured deeper into the hallway. She looked around, thankful for a chance to catch her breath. Carved on the walls were dozens, if not hundreds of messages, most of which were vulgar or obscene. AJ led her through the door she had jimmied open just hours before and closed it behind them.

She tucked AJ in, doing her best to keep a passive face. She could tell his mind was brimming with questions Clem didn’t know the answer to, but to her relief, he didn’t voice them. As AJ lay back and tried closing his eyes, sleep probably at the bottom of his priorities, they didn’t even recite the lines they said to each other every night before bed.

Goodnight, sleep tight.

Don’t let a walker bite.

And if it tries?

Bang…

Depositing her hat on the bedside table, she lay on her bed. The same bed she’d been tied to after the crash. Exhaustion threatened to knock her out completely, but she wouldn’t let sleep consume her, because if she did, she knew what she’d find. Even awake, the sound of the gunshot still rang in her ears; deafening, deathly.

For eight years, Lee had been the closest thing to a father she could have hoped for. She thought of her mom and dad every now and then, yet somehow they’d never had as much of an impact as Lee had on her. Memories of them taking her to the park or to the movies seemed a lifetime away, while Lee’s presence still lingered close to her heart, unable or unwilling to let go.

Her eyes traveled over the room to the boy lying on the other bunk bed, already fast asleep. A thin sliver of moonlight penetrated the boarded-up window and bathed AJ in a pearly white sheen, making it seem as though he were glowing. His hair and clothes were still matted with grime and some blood, and his face was covered in dirt. Other than that, however, he looked peaceful.

She wondered if she’d ever looked like that; as though nothing could ever faze her. The world had gone to hell in a blink, and any semblance of innocence she kept clinging to seemed to have vanished with it. In spite of herself, her eyelids were drooping, and she could do nothing as darkness consumed her and sleep finally came.

The following day, the morning sun woke Clem up unceremoniously. She checked a clock that somehow seemed to be running and saw that it was midday. She had a vague memory of having spoken to AJ, yet she could not recall the content of their conversation. The bed on the other side was empty, as was the rest of the room.

AJ must have let me sleep in, she thought to herself, thankful. She tried raising her head to survey her surroundings, but a hard pounding knocked her back onto the hard mattress. She clutched her forehead with her right hand, groaning as a stab of pain shot through her head. Her eyes shut tight, she sighed and laid back.

She looked up at the bottom of the top bed, examining its moldy surface. It had a few holes here and there, but it was otherwise sturdy enough. She was about to comment on them to Lee when the events of the previous days flashed before her eyes. The hard truth seemed to settle like a thick blanket around her, smothering her.

To her relief, AJ had decided to stay outside with Louis and the rest, doing whatever it was that people did when they hadn’t just suffered the way she had. She understood him, and yearned to be in his position; to be too young to process such an event and for it to blow past you as just another hardship in an already hard world. Sadly, she could not do such a thing.

She lay in her bed all afternoon and well into the night. At one point, AJ knocked and let himself in, offering her to join him and the others for dinner: rabbit stew. When she declined, he frowned and tilted his head.

“You sure?” he said inquiringly. “It’s warm and smells awesome.”

“I said no, AJ,” she said simply. She didn’t want to sound so harsh, but she could barely control herself. “I’m not hungry.”

Puzzled, AJ nodded and muttered something under his breath. Without another word, he exited the room and left Clem alone once again. She knew it wasn’t AJ’s fault, but she wasn’t about to break bread with the people responsible for Lee’s death. She was sure of it. Concentrating on her hatred of Marlon, her eyes shut tight, she soon drifted off to sleep. Darkness consumed her for a moment before a blinding light made itself present. She shielded her eyes until they were accustomed to her new environment.

She was back at the motor inn she and Lee had stayed in when it all started. To her right, Duck was using light blue chalk to draw on the floor. She looked around. A late afternoon sun shone over the group of adults milling about their business.

Kenny and Katjaa were helping Ben drag a couch from the entrance to a weak part of the wall. Larry and Lilly argued about something or other off in the corner. Carley sat by herself on a chair beside the broken-down RV, reading an old battered book.

“Something on your mind, sweet pea?” a deep voice said from behind her. It was all she could do not to squeal, but she managed to turn around with mild surprise on her face.

“Lee?” she asked incredulously. “What…?”

“Yeah?” Lee said, kneeling next to her. He ruffled Duck’s hair and said, “Duck, wanna give us some time?”

“Okay,” Duck said, shrugging. He bounded off to his parents, asking if he could help. With some apprehension, Kenny nodded and let him grab hold of the edge of the couch.

Clem was looking at the exchange in silent awe. Something didn’t seem right about it, yet she couldn’t place her finger on it. Dismissing it, she tilted her head. “What… happened?” she asked.

Lee looked surprised. “What do you mean?” he said. “Nothing happened. Not recently, anyway.”

She frowned, looking down at her hands. They were white with chalk, but something else was wrong. They were much too small, and not as calloused as she was used to. She used them to touch her hair, and almost gasped when she felt the two pigtails bound together by Lilly’s hair ties. She looked around again.

They all looked rather cheerful, she noticed. Even Larry couldn’t help but chuckle as Lilly told him what Clem assumed must have been a crude and perhaps even racist comment. Someone was missing, however…

“AJ!” she exclaimed, sitting up. Her little boy was nowhere to be found, and no one seemed inclined to look for him.

Lee didn’t respond, but Clem caught the pain in his face as he looked away. “Lee?” she asked once again, uncertain. “Where… where am I?”

“I think you know, Clem,” Lee said slowly, a sad look on his face. Around her, all noise seemed to have disappeared. Upon closer inspection, she realized the rest of the group had vanished, leaving the two of them alone in the motor inn. A cold breeze was picking up from outside, making the sheets of metal on the walls wobble.

“I’m… dreaming, aren’t I?” she said quietly, frowning.

“Afraid so,” Lee said, sitting down on a white lawn chair. It was then that Clementine realized how old Lee looked. He had bags under his eyes and a few white hairs had started to appear on his head and beard. He sighed deeply.

“So that means… you’re dead,” she concluded solemnly. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

They sat silently for a while, much like they’d done countless times over their eight years together. They would just sit in the back of a car or in a room in an abandoned house and enjoy each other’s company. Only now their enjoyment was dampened by the harsh reality of the situation. How could she go on knowing she would never experience one of those silent moments again?

It was not knowing the answer that killed her. The uncertainty of her path became clearer and clearer and a jumble of thoughts threatened to split her head open, fighting for dominance as she struggled to keep them at bay. Emptiness. It was all she could describe the feeling as. A hollow space where her heart had been.

“How could you leave me?” she whispered.

“Sorry?”

“I don’t know what to do without you, Lee,” she said, louder this time. “All this time, it’s been the three of us, and now you’re gone and I feel so alone and I just…”

“I know, Clem,” Lee said sadly. His face fell. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I wish there was something I could say.”

In fact, there was nothing she could think of that would make it better. No matter how hard she tried, her inability to come up with something comforting to tell herself was exactly the thing that prevented Lee from saying the words she so desired to hear, yet couldn’t fathom. After all, Lee wasn’t real. Not anymore, at least.

She turned to the man but when she did, he was suddenly gone. A soft breeze blew past her as she looked around in search of him. It only took a quick search of the inn to realize it. She was completely alone.

-

For the next few days, her routine was fixed. She talked only to AJ, who eventually gave up on asking her to join them and just decided to bring her food. As much as she hated to admit it, the stew was pretty good. Her appetite, however, was tainted. She sent back more bowls and plates than she took, and the kids had already started to notice she barely touched the ones she did take.

She didn’t care about them, though. Deep down, she was thankful they hadn’t yet thrown her and AJ out, but she was having a really hard time coming to terms with saying the words. The motor inn dream had come back twice already, yet she was no closer to coming up with the words she wanted Lee to say. Maybe she just wanted him to say… anything. Anything that would prove the world wrong and let her know he hadn’t left her.

Sometime in the afternoon of the fourth day, however, something happened that disrupted her routine. Around six o’clock according to the clock on the bedside table, a knock came from outside. It was a different knock than the usual three taps AJ used. This one was a fast rapping in a rhythmic fashion, possibly a tune she had heard in her childhood.

She had half a mind to lay back and let whoever was on the other side just wait, but the fight had gone out of her. What’s the point anyways? she reasoned. She let out a grunt of admittance and sat up slightly, enough to see who came in seconds later.

Louis, the dreaded boy with the overlarge trench coat, was standing at the threshold, holding a tray containing a bowl and a glass of questionable-looking water. He wore a soft expression, his brows slightly raised. Without a word, she nodded toward the desk. The boy heeded her command and set the tray down with barely a sound. They stayed silent for a while, reeling in the awkwardness of the situation.

“Thanks.”

She didn’t know why she’d said it. Her mind still knew who was in the wrong here, yet she couldn’t stop herself. Something about his expression, or perhaps his posture, had somehow made the word slip out.

Louis gave her a wan smile and nodded. “You’re welcome,” he said in a low voice, matching Clem’s tone. In reality, she spoke quietly because her throat was sore from barely speaking in days, but it didn’t matter now, so she didn’t bring it up.

Clem thought he would have gone away by now, but the boy stayed steadfastly rooted to the spot, playing with the hem of his trench coat, stroking the fur lining slowly. His eyes, a deep brown with flecks of black, glided around the room. Most of it was shrouded in shadow, but the few specks of light that still shone through the windows crept silkily through the boards, casting elongated rays of waning sunlight on the floor.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he said suddenly, nodding approvingly.

She followed his gaze, confused. “I haven’t moved anything,” she said.

“I know,” he said, shrugging, “but it still feels like a brand new room, y’know?”

In fact, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t about to contradict him, so she chose to stay quiet. She waited patiently for him to announce his departure, probably in some flamboyant manner, but it never came. Instead, he grabbed the back of the desk chair. He dragged it a few feet in her direction and spun it around, sitting down so his chest was pressed against the back of it.

“This was Sophie and Minnie’s room,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Twin sisters, we lost them about a year ago.”

Again, she was at a loss for words. Was he always this conversational, or was he just taking pity in her? Either way irked her, yet she made no attempt to kick him out. This was his school, after all.

His voice broke through her thoughts once more, as if the mere thought of remaining in silence was unbearable for him.

“Are you okay, Clementine?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just peachy,” she snapped, harsher than she meant to. She saw Louis cringe and shake his head.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have asked,” he said. For a moment, he looked as though he were about to say something, but he thought better of it. He stood up slowly, his eyes downcast. He walked towards the door, but Clem’s voice cut through the room before he could turn the knob.

“Wait,” she said, uncertain on what to say next.

And so he waited, rooted to the spot as if in trance. His head turned slowly to her and he raised an eyebrow.

“Do you mind, uh, staying for a bit?” she asked. She didn’t know why she was asking him to join her, but something inside her told her it was fine.

“Of course,” he said, almost at once. He walked back and resumed his spot on the chair, gauging her expression.

“You mentioned those twins,” she said slowly, trying to string together words that could encapsulate what was going through her mind. “Sophie and Minnie.”

“Yeah.”

“You said it so casually, like they just went away to another school.” She was trying to hard not to sound rude, but her brain was betraying her. Fortunately, Louis didn’t take any offense.

“Well, yeah,” he said, shrugging. “I do miss them a lot, but it’s something we’re used to at this point. After a while, you learn to accept it, I guess.”

“Have you lost many more?” Clem asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Many… many more.”

She frowned. Maybe this conversation was going somewhere. She tried to tread lightly; afraid he would deem her questions too personal and storm off. To her surprise, he kept the same soft smile on his face, as though none of this were affecting him. She noticed that his dreads bobbed slightly whenever he moved his head, framing his face quite nicely.

“How do you do it?” she said finally, looking down at her hands. “How do you go on after something like that happens?”

“You just… do,” Louis said, apparently just as clueless about what to say as Clem was. “No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

Clem still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to become quite interested in the carved patterns on the floorboards beneath his chair. He slumped down on the back of it, resting his chin on his arms and sighing.

“I take it you were really close with your dad,” he said slowly as if testing the waters. Once again, that urge to explode and kick him out bubbled up to the surface, but it was quickly stifled. No more pretending, she told herself.

“Yeah, we were,” she said. “He wasn’t actually my dad, really, but I came to see him as one. He was the one who took care of me when this whole thing started.”

“I bet he was a great man,” Louis said, nodding. “I’m… I’m sorry, Clementine.”

“Thanks,” she said again, not knowing what else to say. What do you say when someone offers their sympathy? “Um, what about you?”

“Me?”

“Have you ever lost someone close?” she asked. She didn’t know if the question was too blunt, but at this point, she didn’t care. Her mind was grasping at straws to stay afloat, fighting to survive, as she had done with Lee half her life.

“I have, actually,” he said. “My little sister, Erica.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly, regretting her previous thought instantly. “I shouldn’t have–.”

“It’s okay,” he said, offering her a reassuring smile.

She saw him straighten up in the chair and take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he did. The rickety chair creaked as he leaned forward in search of a more comfortable position, and still, Clem stared. It was hard not to, she realized. Watching his expression switch from sadness to feigned cheerfulness was interesting, as though his real self was trying to break through his persona.

“It was around five or six years ago,” he began. “We were trying to get into a part of the school we hadn’t explored in years. For some reason, the adults had blocked it off as soon as all hell broke loose. We know why now, I guess. Marlon sent me and Aasim out to check it out, but Erica was begging to come with us. She was four years younger than me. ‘Please, Lou, please. I’ll be good,’ she’d say, her eyes filled with tears.”

“After a while, I gave up on trying to convince her to stay and told Marlon not to worry. We took her with us, and she clung to my arm all the way there. The place used to be a sort of chapel for the school. We never really used it, even before the walkers came. Luckily, the main auditorium seemed empty, so we just checked it out in search of any supplies we could have needed at the time. There were many more of us then.”

Clem listened to Louis with rapt attention, to the point where she didn’t notice herself leaning in and blinking very slowly, as if to take in every second of his gestures and expressions. She studied them as he spoke; his eyes downcast, almost closed, his brow creased, and his trademark smile nonexistent.

“After like ten minutes of searching, Erica called out to me and Aasim, saying she’d found something. It was a side door to the main office, but it was blocked from the other side. We could see through a small little window that the place looked deserted, so we tried to get in. It wouldn’t budge. After a few tries, Erica offered to crawl through an open window over the door. Neither me nor Aasim could fit.”

His voice broke then, and he closed his eyes. Clem gave him time to compose himself, looking on in awe. He made an effort to clear his throat and nod at her. She blinked, and he offered her a small smile.

“I didn’t think much of it and we boosted her in. She was there for barely ten seconds when I heard them…” he trailed off, looking somewhere far off. “By the time Aasim and I managed to bust our way in, it was too late. One of the fuckers had a grip on her ankle and another had bitten into her calf.”

“Louis, I’m…” Clem could barely find words. Here she was, moping about her loss when the other kids had lost just as much, if not more than her. And here Louis was, retelling this terrible tale to her, letting it all out. She felt as though she wasn’t deserving of hearing the rest, but she chose not to mention it.

“I’m so sorry, Louis.”

“It’s okay,” he said, shrugging and slumping his shoulders, very uncharacteristically so. “It was a long time ago. She’s… in a better place, I guess.”

“I want to believe they are,” Clem whispered. Louis nodded gravely. “Louis, I’m sorry.”

“You already said that,” he said, chuckling softly, some of the color returning to his face.

“No, I mean I’m sorry for being a jerk,” she said. “You guys helped me get to him and allowed me to hear Lee’s final words.”

“You don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” she cut in, nodding. “I blamed you guys for his death, even though it was my fucking fault we crashed in the first place. And then I took it out on you, on Marlon especially, even on AJ…” she trailed off. My god, AJ! she thought horrified. She had been nothing but distant toward her boy for days while she sulked and moped…

She couldn’t help it. The tears came forth without her command, and the seemed to have taken a mind of their own. Small trickles of salty tears streaked her cheeks, falling to the floor and staining the dust-covered floorboards.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, almost leaping forward and sitting beside her on the bed. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Hiccupping softly, she melted into the embrace, finding a spot in the crook of his neck for her head, sitting comfortably.

Though the tears kept coming, she felt strangely at peace at that moment. The birds outside no longer sounded dull and emotionless, but rather vibrant and beautiful. The dreary state of the unkempt bedroom seemed merely like a dark room now, rather than the suffocating cage it felt like before.

She sniffed rather loudly and dabbed at her nose with her sleeve. Louis’s arms still wrapped around her, she looked up at the boy. His deep brown eyes regarded her with something she’d seen in them before: remorse. He managed a bigger smile for her, and once again she noticed the dimples that formed in the corners of his mouth.

“Louis?” she said suddenly, smiling back.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming and talking to me,” she said, looking down at last. “I guess just I needed to hear… someone out, y’know? I’m glad it was you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, nodding. He turned his head slightly and looked at the bowl on the desk, its contents probably much too cold now. “Hey, you wanna join us for dinner tonight? Aasim and I found a bunch of rabbits today so Omar is whipping up a nice stew for all of us. Should be about ready by now.”

She thought about it, looking down at her hands. For all the reasons she could think of not to go, one singular reason in favor trumped all the rest. Louis, a boy who knew next to nothing about her, had relived one of his worst moments so she wouldn’t feel as alone, and for that she was thankful. Her smile returned.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and together, they walked toward the door, through the threshold, and into the hallway beyond, their stomachs ready for a nice, warm meal.

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Late Night Myles Facts:

After joining the Delta (read: becoming a prisoner), he was trained mostly by an ex-marine, thus making him build up an endurance to the harsh realities of war, pain, and grew numb to the death of those he didn’t know who weren’t walkers.

The ex-marine taught him a TON of jargon, though if you ask Myles about him, he’ll just tell you that the man was mostly an oxygen thief with an iron fist (a useless guy who talks too much).

Consequently, he started saying “Bitching Lilly” in reference to any Lilly announcements, which got him a great smack when she heard it muttered under his breath. This doesn’t stop him from using it, however...

The ex-marine perished on the battlefield, but he didn’t feel any pity for him. He just took his supplies and left the body to rot.

He’s gained PTSD through the trauma of fighting the battles for protection, for defense, and offensive strikes against the other group. His first fight was especially grueling and had him witness a man shot in the head right in front of him ; he never forgot how he looked but the rest of the deaths after that weren’t nearly as shocking that were adults.

His mental health steadily declines when he sees any guns with their safety off or any distant gunshots, which cause his sleep schedule to plummet to nothing routine; it’s what makes him have dark circles beneath his eyes from the lack of it all.

Even while fighting, he couldn’t seem to pull the trigger on children, which resulted in him receiving a stab to the thigh from one once. Though neither of them died, he realized that he was still too soft because all he saw in the face of that kid were Willy and then Tenn and then Willy and then Tenn -- and so on until he felt that sharp pain. 

When Minnie and Sophie escaped, he wasn’t able to go with them, which probably saved his life after Minnie came back solo. He never trusted Minnie ever again to not turn her back on him or kill him, too. It tore their relationship completely apart and left him bitter toward her in every regard, not even a moment allowed for her to tell her side of the story or to explain herself after the news was informed to him (as a means to quell any rebellious thoughts he might have -- it didn’t).

Because of his constant attitude and sarcasm, the leaders don’t care much if he’s struck down for anything he states or does, even with unwarranted action behind the malice.

After the raider attack, he didn’t look at the captured prisoners that night, because he knew they’d probably see him as just another accessory to their misery; plus, he couldn’t handle scorn for failing to warn them ahead of time like he’d wanted in the first place.

If Clementine manages to convince him to help her with the cells, he’ll receive punishment after Minnie betrays them and lose his left eye.

After the first night, he does approach the captured to talk to them, though by this point, Louis is likely missing his tongue (determinant). In some manner of goodwill, he promises to cut out a tongue and see about making it his new one (he’s not the surgeon general so he doesn’t know if this will actually work). 

In his determinant death, he absolutely does grab on to Minnie as a last act of “Fuck you” to bring her down with him (this was over the side of the bridge as he stumbled from the pain, which wasn’t exactly his plan but it helped out). Whether or not she manages to grab the edge in time, he doesn’t know but he managed to not reanimate when his head struck the rocks below.

If he survives the bridge, it’ll still take him nearly a week to make it back to the school after the events of the fall. This is due to the wound on his arm, his sustained fall injuries, the fact he has to FIND the school again without signs (thanks, Marlon), and partially from apprehension of whether he’d just bring up bad memories instead of being accepted.

He has a habit of singing to himself when alone to help dull the pain of hours alone. The feeling of stage fright dwindled into nothingness after all he’s been through, so he doesn’t feel nearly as jumpy when others catch him.

If Mitch died during the raider attack, he’ll finally have a chance to sit down and grieve properly ; however, if he lived, there’s awkward tension at first since he doesn’t know how to breach the subject of connecting after being in a group that caused so much strife -- now that all the smoke and danger is cleared.

Night terrors are commonplace for him after making it back to the school.

He learned an exemplary amount of medical knowledge from his time in the Delta, which is why his arm isn’t completely FUBAR when he returns after the ax strike from Minnie.

He is left-handed.

His only favorite part of the whole experience with the Delta was getting his machete. 

#verse: AU | TWIN AU (MYLES) .✵. eveɴ wιтн oυr ғιѕтѕ нeld нιɢн! #mental health // #abuse mention // #// I have too many ideas with this guy. Don't @ me for useless stuff -- ldsjafldsaf