(( Luke's POV ))
That night, Clementine snuck down into the cell room. I felt much better seeing her, but still really weak.
"Hello again," She whispered and sat down beside me through the bars.
I reached my hands out for hers, we sat there like kindergardeners, smiling like idiots while we held hands and said nothing.
"You feeling better?" She asked, I nodded.
"I'm not coughing up blood anymore, so yeah."
She then brought up an entirely different subject, "We're busting out of here Luke."
I gave her my glare, "Are you crazy? Alright, we already tried that twice!"
Clem smiled evily, "Thats why I got a plan!"
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A Walking Dead Love Story: Lukentine
FanfictionClementine is now 15. Walkers still roaming around every corner. Since the Russian gunmen attacked, only her, Luke, Kenny, and the baby made it out alive. But when Luke and Clementine go out to bathe, they are rounded up and taken as prisoners. Now...
