[Those days on the boat are like a distant memory. Clementine came back to the time she was in and was forced to endure her usual life.
For her, it's been awhile. She's taller, more like her pre-teen self. Her hair is the same, kept short just like Lee taught her and when she appears, at first she doesn't realize her scenery has changed. She turns, to snap a retort.]
Still. Not. Bitten.
[Her voice is lower, her expression one of unbridled anger. Her left sleeve was caked in more blood than the rest of her, as though she's injured.]
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For her, it's been awhile. She's taller, more like her pre-teen self. Her hair is the same, kept short just like Lee taught her and when she appears, at first she doesn't realize her scenery has changed. She turns, to snap a retort.]
Still. Not. Bitten.
[Her voice is lower, her expression one of unbridled anger. Her left sleeve was caked in more blood than the rest of her, as though she's injured.]