Telltale The Walking Dead : Scars Behind an Iron Mask

Chapter. 4 Licking old wounds

In the morning Clem explores the school going room to room eventually stumbling across Sawyer's room

Clementine peers through the crack in the door to everything still no movement whatsoever stillness filled the room as rays if sunlight peak through the cracks in the windows some smaller rays peaking through the gaps in the boarded windows

"Must not be up yet" Clementine says to herself opening the door and entering Sawyer's room swinging the door open, the hinges squeaking quietly as for a lack of maintenance

"Must be his room over there" Clementine looks at a closed door in the corner of the room

Clementine looks around just taking in the atmosphere of Sawyer's room. Shelves apon shelves apon piles of books. The unfinished chalkboard drawings of who knows what. The stacks of canvases and paintings, the multiple blades littering the desks varying in size and shape from small knives to large fighting knives

"Huh I thought he never took this off..." Clementine sees Sawyer's mask on a table almost sat staring at her the empy black eyes almost watching her move around the room like those old paintings

Clementine picks up the mask and flips it over "I don't think he'd mind if I..." she holds the mask up to her face looking through the metallic mesh in the eyes wondering heo he sees the world through a iron sarcophagus around his face "how does he wear this all the time?" She asks herself looking at Sawyer's room through the masks eyes

"Not bad...it's a bit heavy" Clementine lowers the mask inspecting the lock on the back it was nothing like she had ever seen it almost looked manufactured but he made it himself the keyhole unlike anything she had ever seen

After gently placing the mask on the table she made her way over to the corner of the room to the closed door slowly reaching for the handle

Hesitantly opening the door turning the doorknob slowly as to avoid any unwanted noise, creaking the door open and looking in the room nothing empty shelves across one wall littered with different paints in multiple colourse and sizes of pots on the next wall sat a window, infront of that window sat an empty easel the wood covered in layers and layers of splattered paint multiple bottles of different liquor layed on the floor and in the corner of the room precariously nailed to the roof dangling from a well worn chain dangled a punching bag littered with half hazardly repairs like duct tape and staples

"Where's his...bed" Clementine whispered but noticed Sawyer sleeping facing the wall not on a bed or mattress not even a sleeping bag but on the floor curled up with his arms crossed on his chest and his knees bent up almost in a fetal position his hand covering his face sleeping on the hard wood floor with nothing but a piece of cardboard under him. Not even wearing a shirt just bandages wrapped round his chest and one of his shoulders almost like a wounded dog in a cage he lay there breathing slightly with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Above his bed hanging crooked sat a mirror hairline Fractures covered its face as if someone had punched it

"Oh...I'm so...sorry" Clementine whispered closing the door feeling a sense of sympathy for Sawyer aa be probably didn't want this for himself

"He won't be awake for another 10 ish minutes" Violet says spooking Clementine

"You where watching me?" Clementine says skeptical

"No, well not exactly I was bringing Sawyer some coffee..." Violet sets a mug on one of the bookshelves before lifting it back up and putting a coaster underneath then sitting the mug back down

"Why does he..." Clementine looks at the door that led to Sawyer's room

"Sleep on the floor away from anyone else like an abandoned puppy?" Violet hops up and sits on the edge of a table