Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Your Clothes

Emma is driving down the road. Or is it a driveway? Either way, it's yours. You, Brooklyn, Violet, and Clementine, if she ever wakes up, own the entire property. You can do whatever you want to it... First, you have to tell Emma, and then she goes to whoever is her higher up. You haven't formally met anyone higher up than her. After you woke up and some of them started bombarding you with shit, you only pass them when you're at the facility.

Brooklyn: Oh man. That was fun.

You turn to your room. She's standing in the doorway, her hair still kind of wet from the shower she took, and she's wearing your clothes. They don't fit her. They're slightly baggy and a little too long.

Brooklyn: I don't get to run like that in the city.

You: Why are you wearing my clothes?

Brooklyn: Why are you staring out of the window?

Dodging the question. This is how you get your clothes stolen.

You: Emma is pulling up. I wasn't staring; I just stopped here.

You were moving your bags to the door for when it was time to leave. Brooklyn left hers there when she arrived yesterday.

Brooklyn: She's early.

You: Not by much.

You look to the clock on the wall. The big hand is almost on the eight, and the little hand is a bit past the nine.

Brooklyn: I still have no concept of time anyway. I can read the clock, but eight o'clock is pointless to me. It's day when it's day, it's night when it's night.

She stands next to you now, watching Emma as she approaches the house.

You: You're gonna take those off, right?

Brooklyn: Do you think Emma knew us before we went in?

Dodged again.

You: She had to meet us before, probably. I wouldn't say she knew us. We're from somewhere completely different, Violet grew up here, and Clementine grew up near another city not far away.

Brooklyn: Maybe Emma is from our small town in the middle of nowhere.

You: I doubt it.

Brooklyn: It's possible.

Emma has parked her car now and is walking up to the house. She has a clipboard in her hand, probably covered in all the boxes she has to check for your health.

You: You gonna take my clothes off?

Brooklyn: Asking me to strip? That's weird, bro.

You sigh, you've probably lost the clothes.

Emma knocks on the door, and you open it.

Emma: Hi! Oh, Brooklyn, you're here too. Wonderful.

She pushes into the house, and you shut the door behind her.

Emma: I need to do one last check-up before you both leave. Real simple, quick, and easy.

You: It's easy?

Emma: Yes. No physical check-ups are necessary. I got you both earlier this week.

Brooklyn: So questions?

Emma: Yep. First one. Any flashes of the other world that were debilitating?

You: No.

Brooklyn: No.

Emma: Have you seen anything that isn't actually there? Such as a Zombie, or as you called them, a Walker.

You: No.