The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 22 - what are we?

You wake in the large cabin room and look out the window. The sun is about halfway above the horizon as it is just dawn.

You turn your head to clem is still asleep and is breathing lightly onto your chest. You can't get up without waking her so you just lay back.

You look at the small book shelf that had been dismantled for pieces of fire wood and their is only two shelfs standing that you and Lewis had chosen to store your belongings on. The chipped, scarred wood struggles to even hold the small amount of things.

You look at the walls with big splinters coming of and the rings spread across multiple planks. Dark brown lines run through it like waves on a beach. Old stains of spilt water run across the bottom half of the wall.

You look at the roof and see all the cracks run along the large empty space like a river and its tributaries. Your imagination makes a boat run across it going on a long journey across the country.

This room is falling to pieces.

The door slowly opens and Lewis is stood in a t-shirt and shorts.

Lewis: you still asleep.

You: no but Clem is you.

You whisper in response.

You: didn't expect your shit for brains to be capable of getting up at such an hour.

Lewis: well at least I got out of bed.

You: do you think I'm going to risk waking her up and being shot for doing so.

Lewis laughs and looks through his bag.

You: what are you looking for.

Lewis suddenly looks sad.

Lewis: my mums necklace. I'm worried I left it at the camp we came from.

You: no you didn't you put it down and it fell behind the bookshelf. You where in to much pain to even get back up and before you left you forgot to get it.

Lewis: thanks.

He gives you a fist bump and begins to lift the bookshelf and lets it down gently as to not wake clementine.

Lewis: don't want to wake sleeping beauty.

You laugh at him as he grabs the delicate piece of gold and stores it in his pocket. He then moves the bookshelf back and begins to walk out.

Lewis: no one but you is aloud to know I have this.

You: not even Emily.

Lewis: no.

You: why?

Lewis: it's to soppy.

You: well everyone knows my axe story.

Lewis: well yours is cool. It's a big badass weapon passed down for generations. Mine is a Valentine's Day present that my mum would wear.

You: If I could actually get up I would hug you.

Lewis: you ever do that I give you a dead arm.

You laugh as quiet as possible to not move your chest as clem's head is resting on it.

You: I'll chop your arm off if you refuse it.

He laughs.

Lewis: I'll see you later when your master decides to wake.

You: shut up.

Lewis walks out of the room leaving you to your own thoughts.

You lay there for what feels like hours as the frost covers the window making only a small amount of light visible through it. The sun was just at the right angle that it reflected all the patterns from the ice onto the walls making many patterns. They stretch across the room looking like the countless veins running through your body.