What the fucking fuck, she thinks. This is why people don't do rescue missions.
The blast sends Clementine back, but she's far enough away to not be nearly as affected. Her hands scrape against the pavement, breaking skin, burning. She shoves herself to her feet, gripping hold of her ice pick. There's no way those two are going to survive. They're fucking surrounded still. Every instinct in her screams at her to run, but she pushes forward instead.
She takes out the walkers on the way to clear a path to them so they have a clear path of escape. The blast's drawing more walkers in because it was loud as hell. The walkers can smell their human flesh. They're screwed unless they get somewhere safe or cover themselves in guts fast, but it's hard to do that in the middle of a horde.
God, they're going to die.
She kicks out the walker's knees directly in front of them. It drops to the floor, and she shoves an ice pick through the skull.
CRIES
The blast sends Clementine back, but she's far enough away to not be nearly as affected. Her hands scrape against the pavement, breaking skin, burning. She shoves herself to her feet, gripping hold of her ice pick. There's no way those two are going to survive. They're fucking surrounded still. Every instinct in her screams at her to run, but she pushes forward instead.
She takes out the walkers on the way to clear a path to them so they have a clear path of escape. The blast's drawing more walkers in because it was loud as hell. The walkers can smell their human flesh. They're screwed unless they get somewhere safe or cover themselves in guts fast, but it's hard to do that in the middle of a horde.
God, they're going to die.
She kicks out the walker's knees directly in front of them. It drops to the floor, and she shoves an ice pick through the skull.
Her gaze says it all Move. Now.