( 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. @worldendured ------ ( violet ! ) sent : “Do I look like I know how to fix a tire?” ) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 , 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆. small scatterings of colorful undergrowth shown through that revealed bright in the afternoon sunlight that never seemed to dwindle no matter how late it got. winter was approaching. which meant that walkers would begin to slow down with their limbs exposed to the elements. there was usually a time schedule with these runs into the wilderness like this, but she liked spending time with violet. one-on-one. there was a persistent comfort that blanketed their landscape connection & chemistry , if clem had to call it something.
❛ you know your way around a meat-cleaver . why not cars? if I had to guess, though, motorcycles seem like your type. ❜ clem drawls humorously, glancing over at the blonde with a lopsided grin . she liked these little moments between them. she was more used to talking to people than aj was, but she wasn’t so used to bantering . not anymore , really. she wasnt extremely talkative in the first few days of the outbreak with lee. but the last few years shucked away her learnt ability of adolescent charisma. vanished with dirtied hands of blood & anguish. betrayal was a virus that suilled the body. javi made re-acquainting with it easy all those years ago. poor guy , he was somewhat of a walking disaster ------ fondly as she remembered him. she was a shell of her former self , again. separating with kenny for the last time , & being the only survivor with aj at wellington, conversing & meeting new people was the last thing she wanted to do. it didn’t help that the new frontier had taken aj away from her . ------- she was more 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 . being with violet ------ graced with her demure smiles that reached those jade pools of beauty & mystery. sarcastic rebuttals to her questions made her feel more human , alive. like a normal teenager. knees bent & knelt down to scoop up a bottle of glass. being active was a good respite from dwelling too long on the opposite girl. covered in a dried carapace of dirt that concealed the brand name , clem brushed her palms over it to brush away the debris , seeing that it was still half-full . jack ryan . her nose scrunches in visible distaste. has violet ever had beer , before? ------- ask her , stop being shy already. her mind lapses into resourcefulness . not everything in the woods was useless. in the case of emergencies? the environment was more your friend than foe. a branch could save your life. palms resist the urge to arbitrarily hold her stitched forearm . ❛ nothin’ over here. . .hey , uhm , is it your shift tonight? ❜
