AUDIO; log 01

[thewalkingdad]

Look, I'm still getting this whole thing to sink in. I still can't really wrap my head around it, but I have to know one thing.

Is there a little girl out there? Her name's Clementine. She's eight, has a baseball cap on with the letter D on it.

And Clem, if you're there, please tell me.

Comments

voice;

[accidentalrebellion]

[She understands the need to protect someone. The need to not fail if someone's protection is entrusted to you. Rue is who she protects now, because failing her a second time isn't an option. And a part of her, a small part of her, buried in the deepest and darkest of places, keeps an eye out every month for signs of her little sister: blonde hair (usually in two braids), a shirt tail not quite tucked in. Maybe a miniscule fraction of that part of her even hopes.

But she shouldn't. No one should. Because to be brought here means only one thing... and it's not something a child should be subjected to. Not again.]

It's better if she isn't here. [She doesn't exactly sound harsh when she says it. More matter-of-fact than anything.]

voice;

[thewalkingdad]

With all due respect, I disagree. But thank you anyway.