Solitude (Clementine X Male Reader)

Vengeful-Clementine

You close the door behind you as you step into the room. It's a mirror image of your room; everything flipped to opposite sides of the room. The only difference is the decorations... And the girl sitting on the bed on the left side of the room.

Unknown: Hello. I was wondering when Violet was going to bring you by. Y/N, right?

You: Yeah.

She's sat with her legs over the side of her bed.

Unknown: I'm Clementine. Most people just call me Clem.

You: And you want me to call you?

Clem: Clem.

You: Clem.

Clem: You can sit down.

She motions to the desk and chair across the room.

Clem: Unless you prefer to stand.

You: I'll sit.

You turn the chair around so that you're facing her and sit down. Only then do you notice her missing left leg. That could be problematic.

Clem: You're staring.

You: Sorry.

You take your eyes away from her stump and meet her eyes.

Clem: It's ok. I stare too... Still can't believe it.

You: When'd it um... Happen?

Clem: Over a week ago. Pretty fresh still.

That's probably why you weren't allowed to see her. Now that you know when it happened, you know that she's not gotten used to it. If she's attacked, she's dead. As simple and easy as that.

You: I'm sorry.

Losing your leg is a death sentence.

Clem: Let's move on. I don't want to dwell on it.

She shifts uncomfortably and rubs what's left of her leg a few times. You feel bad for her. She's survived for so long just to end up like this. Helpless and totally fucked.

Clem: How's your arm?

You: Fine.

It's been healing pretty well. The pain lessens every day, and right now, it's just a dull pain. In a few days, you suspect it won't hurt aside from moving it drastically.

Clem: Good. Do you know what the guy wanted?

You: No, I don't know. Food or something.

Clem: You sure?

You: Yeah.

She pauses and studies your face. She knows you're lying, but she moves on anyway.

Clem: Violet tells me you've been alone since the start.

You: Basically. I've joined groups, but nothing permanent, and none of those lasted more than a month.

Clem: And how's that going for you?

You: Fine.

Clem: Yeah, sounds like it.

There's sarcasm laced in her words.

You: What's that supposed to mean?

Clem: We found you starving, shot, bleeding to death, and passed out in the middle of the woods.

You: So?

Clem: So, if you hadn't been saved by my people, you would have died.

You: I would have been fine.