We Are Many Things: A TWDG Violentine story

2 years after the events of Season Four, Ericson has finally begun to resemble a home. The walls are stronger. Crops are growing. The children have become young adults at 18. They must balance their forced maturity brought on by this unforgiving world as well as their newfound ability to take things slow and be the children they never got to be.

Clementine has adapted to life with one leg. And while her ill-fitted prosthetic now allows her to walk, shes still not as capable as she once was. She insists she's fine, jokes more than she should, and still volunteers for every dangerous supply run despite everyone telling her she doesn't have to prove anything anymore.

But she feels useless.

She hates needing help.

She hates watching AJ become more independent because it reminds her he doesn't need protecting forever.

She tells herself she's happy. She's lying.

Clementine must get used to the bitter flavour of needing extra help. More so than ever, following a series of events that leave her physically scarred and psychologically damaged. Forever changing our beloved survivor.

Violet notices.

She always notices.

After losing Minnie and nearly losing Clementine, Violet buries herself in solitude. She spends her days exploring abandoned towns with an old Polaroid camera she found a few years after the end of the old world, in the old art department of the boarding school, documenting the beauty that somehow still survives.

Flowers breaking through concrete.

Walkers frozen beneath winter ice.

Children laughing.

Proof that the world isn't only horror anymore. She almost never photographs people. Not since before Minnie anyway. Candid portraits used to be her favourite.

Now She's terrified they'll disappear before the picture develops. That fear becomes rational when the peace at Ericson is forever disturbed.