@sweetpxa liked for a starter!
Goddamn this place... Stupid-ass Carver and his stupid-ass rules... He’d saved someone’s life, for chrissakes! And for that, he’d ended up out in the pen?
Jeez, Lee would hate to have seen what would happen if he’d killed someone. Ohh boy, he’d heard rumours, after all, of workers mysteriously going missing when they did something too risque or ‘off-book’.
So that’s how he ended up out in the pen, lying on the hard ground, with only a potato sack as his blanket, and listening as footsteps approached. It seemed to be... a lot, actually. Heh, maybe they’d done what they’d set out to do and found that stupid group that decided to make a break for it.
With a grunt, the man turned onto his side, making sure to guard his stumpy arm, and scan his eyes over the new group.
Yep. They were back. And-- wait, what? No. No, it... It could’t be, could it? Within their ranks were two baseball caps; one a dark brown, belonging to a bearded man he could only see from behind. But the other one; that was the one that he locked onto and what made his heart pound within his chest.
“... No way. No... C-Clementine...? Is... Is that you?”
