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[♪ Clementine debated a lot on whether or not she should use video or text. People see a kid, and they already feel a certain way about that. It might have them keeping some truths to themselves, and it's important that she get all the information she can for this article. It's a matter of life or death. These zombies end up in Wonderland? People will be dropping like flies unless they already know how to deal with it.

However, Georgia talks about truth a lot and how important it is, and the truth is Clementine's a kid who has lived through 2 years of zombies and an apocalypse. It's the truth, and she's been through plenty of shit because of it. She finally decides to do video. She's clearly seated in the library with a notebook at her side and a bunch of recording devices she's only just learned how to use.]

Hi, I'm Clementine. I'm an intern with After the End Times with Georgia and Shaun.

I'm writing a paper about people's zombies or walkers or whatever you call them in your world. If you have the dead coming back to life and trying to eat people, I want to know about it. I want to interview you about it.

I get I'm a kid, but I've already lived through some shit. [She winces. Cursing is probably not professional.] My world's had walkers for over two years.

Don't hold back with me. People will die if this shit's- [GAH] stuff's not right. This is how we can keep people safe when Wonderland gives us an event from one of our worlds. We gather the information. We share it. We teach people how to survive. Even if you come from my world, you might have some tips on survival that I don't know yet so I want to talk to you too.

We can talk here or you can meet me at the library. Georgia said she'd be checking in too so don't be surprised if she pops in on the interview since I'm still learning how to do this part.

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[People in the library might find Clementine at one of the tables, surrounded by her notes and her pen and her highlighters, which she's trying to use to help her color coordinate her notes which she'll take on what people tell her. Each color for a different world/different type of zombie.

When she was last in school, she wasn't making notes. She was only just learning how to write a full paragraph.

The third grade feels a long time ago. She's got a gun and hatchet on her as always. They're sheathed. Then the camcorder goes tumbling out of her hands as she hisses out a breath:]

Fuck! [Way too loud for a library. Definitely not professional.]

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[This is why Dipper didn't show his face. He knows he has no reason to be... embarrassed that zombies are so much less terrible in his world than anywhere else. But Clementine is such a badass. He doesn't want her to think he's lame.]

I wish I could bring you. There was an event where the whole mansion turned into my great uncle's tourist trap a while back. It was pretty cool. But it wasn't really home.

I wish you could bring me too. [Clementine doesn't often express wishes. She's ultimately found them kinda pointless since they never change anything, but in this moment, she finds she can wish and she does despite knowing there's no way for it to be a reality.]

You miss home, huh?

Yeah. [Both Gravity Falls, where he's felt more at home than anywhere else and even his actual home, Piedmont, where he'd been headed back to when Wonderland most recently snatched him. He hasn't seen his parents in two years.]

But it's not all bad! There are so many people here I'd have never have met otherwise.

Yeah. There are a lot of really good people here. [Clementine smiles at him genuinely. It's hard to wrap her head around the fact that she may get sent back to where she's from and have all these memories torn out of her head of people like him, like Georgia and Iris and Michonne and Katherine, and then she glances back down at what she's written down so far.]

Oh, right. Hey. Can you tell me what your zombies look like? It helps to get a good idea of any differences so we know how to deal with whatever zombies might pop up.

[Dipper reaches into his vest automatically before remembering the journal he's looking for isn't there, not since that fight with Ford last year. Instead, there's the journal with his own symbol on it, the Pine Tree. Useful in some ways, but not for showing what a zombie looks like.]

Um, they look like decayed corpses. Or maybe teenagers. But oh! Glowing eyes! That one's probably different.

That's way different. My zombie's mostly have white eyes, and Georgia's zombies have black eyes. I don't know why it's always the eyes that are different, but it helps.

[Now if they see zombies with glowing eyes, they'll know what to do-- ....Sing a three part harmony.] Thanks, Dipper.

Sure. Happy to help. As much as I can, anyway. Finding out a lot of cool stuff?

Hey, if we ever get zombies from your world, we'll know what to do. [It helps.] Yeah. Never thought of all the ways zombies could be different before. It's pretty cool. Some of them make me feel grateful for my own walkers, which is probably weird.

That is weird. [Dipper grimaces. He doesn't think he'll ever be grateful for any kind of zombies, though maybe he should be. His were getting off easy.] They get a lot worse?

Yeah. Or maybe I'm just used to my own so the others feel harder. You can get my zombies' blood on you and not have to worry about turning.

That's a thing in some worlds? [Dipper blanches.] Gross. I mean, I wouldn't really want zombie blood on me either, cause again, gross, but wow, like the biting thing isn't bad enough.

Yeah. It is in Georgia's at least. [Clementine winces a bit.] In my world, you can cover yourself in zombie guts to... walk through a mob of them without being noticed. It's gross, but it works. If they can't smell you or hear you, they think you're one of them.

Seriously? [His eyes widen.] Wow. That takes guts. [A beat.] Literally and metaphorically. That sounds terrifying. Have you done that?

Twice. You have to be really quiet and walk or they'll hear you or see you [Then you just get ripped to shreds. She grimaces.] The first time, it got me through this city that had a big mob in all the streets. [As for the second time, she's still in the middle of it. Given she just chopped off Sarita's arm, she doesn't like to think about how many walkers are gonna notice the both of them if she ever gets thrown back in there.]

[She is so cool and badass. Holy cow.]

And the second time?

When I showed up in Wonderland, I was in the middle of the second time. A mob was coming in on us as we were escaping from this bad man. We were getting shot at too so I don't know. [And wow, she really doesn't want to tell Dipper that she chopped off someone's arm through their screams.

Cause she likes him a lot, and she doesn't want him aware of how supremely fucked up she actually is.]

[Man.] Wow, I hope you make it out okay. Eventually.

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