Light- Clementine/Louis, Clouis, Louisentine

Chapter 1

The early morning sunlight draped across his fingers as they glided across the keys. The movements came natural, years of practice helping guide them to the right place.

Not like there's much else for him to spend his time doing.

Well, not that everyone would agree with that statement...

"Come on, Louis. I'm not in the mood for this argument again!"

Aasim's stern words from mere hours ago echoed in his head. Another dispute about his "irresponsibility" when it came to the group's schedule.

"We went out hunting just yesterday, Aasim. Why do I have to go again? It's not exactly fair to give me double blocks of tasks..."

Aasim huffed at his response, irritation clear on his features as he crossed his arms.

"It doesn't matter what's fair. What DOES matter is that we need food. Mitch said there was barely anything in the fish traps yesterday"

"So?"

"So we can't always rely on the fish as our main source, we might be putting too much strain on the population."

He continued at Louis' questioning look

"We need to double our amount of hunting and scavenging, increase our chance of actually finding something"

"But why does that mean I have to go? I already had plans for this morning" Louis argued, the thought of the music room entering his mind

"Like what? Practicing the Piano? Again?" Aasim shot back, frustration lacing his words.

Louis could tell Aasim was losing his patience with him. Aasim just didn't get it. He just couldn't find the words to try and explain its importance to him.

The music room was his one safe haven. Back when all this started, when the dead began to roam, every night was a struggle.

It wasn't too bad during the day. Sure, trying to figure out how to survive in this new world was a constant nightmare, not one of them knowing how in the hell they were supposed to find food and gather water, all whilst avoiding the reaching, rotting hands of the walkers.

But with the day came to light, and with light, there was safety. The night?

He could still remember his mother's calming voice when he young, before he was sent to Ericsons. Awakening from nightmares with a startled cry, she would always be there to soothe him, to assure him that the dark was nothing to be afraid of. That monsters weren't real.

So how could he sleep now, knowing that they are?

On those nights when sleep just wouldn't find him, or when nightmares would keep their grip on him, he would simply wander the halls of the school, hoping not to wake anyone up.

It wouldn't be long before his feet would take him down into the music room, the moonlight reflecting off the polished piano's surface.

And throughout those nights, he would simply.... play. Absently, at first.
Simply pressing random keys, enjoying the different sounds that the piano produced.