As Becca slips on her footwear, Clem slowly and quietly lurches out of bed and climbs down the ladder connecting her to the ground below. Hearing the noise of the other girl landing, Becca gasps and spots her through the window light. Her expression immediately becomes annoyed and she rolls her eyes.
Clem walks up to her and whispers, "What are you doing?"
Becca turns around and begins walking towards the bathroom. "Nothing you weirdo, I was going to the bathroom. Go back to bed."
Clem slants her eyes in suspicion, but decides to just do as told, as to not upset her further or wake anyone up. She climbs back into bed and passes out a few minutes later, after Becca comes back to her bed of course.
"Hey, Clementine, Carley, time to wake up."
The next morning, the two girls wake up courtesy of Stan, who begins to walk away shortly after they sit up. Clem rubs her eyes, the sounds of shifting bodies and running water drawing her out of early morning exhaustion. She slides down her ladder and gets a good look at Carley, who looks better than usual, smells better too.
"Hey, kiddo. How'd you sleep?" Carley asks.
"Decent. I woke up in the middle of the night, but that's it." Clem answers.
The reporter frowns. "Sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. How did you sleep?"
Carley climbs up in a sitting position at the edge of her bed. "Just fine, actually. I had a nightmare, I think, but otherwise I was okay. Feel clean and well rested."
"You look it too." Clem compliments with a smile.
"Thanks, sweet pea."
"Mornin' girls." Shawn greets as he approaches, already holding a rifle. Clem glares at it.
"Do you have to hold that thing everywhere you go?" She asks.
Shawn looks down at where she's looking and shakes his head. "Not me, no. I'm gonna deliver this one to the armory. I was only using it as an enforcer when we had to go get you guys, but typically I'm the doctor around here, the second doctor with Carlos back."
Carley looks around and notices everyone else either holding rifles or looking as if they're gonna miss the commute if they don't get ready in time, each of them moving fast and robotically. "Everyone has jobs around here. What will we be doing?" She asks Shawn.
"You two? No clue. I don't think Bill wants you working yet, Carley, so you'll probably get something light, if anything at all. You guys are gonna be coming down to the pen first though."
"The prison?" Clem corrects. Shawn blushes.
"Ur.. I guess. You'll get to see Lee again, so there's that."
"I'll come too." Carley says.
"I'll get you some crutches then." With that Shawn leaves for the medical bay.
"I think you should probably head to the bathroom. Looks like rush hour in there." Carley suggests, putting her shoes back on. Clem nods and walks her way towards the bathroom. She passes by Eddie who gives her some finger guns, and Wyatt who's changing his shirt from a red crab juice t-shirt to a flannel coat. Shel and Becca pass her by as they open the door, with one giving a small smile and the other glaring for a moment before moving along.
Clem heads inside and the place is pretty much spotless, especially for a public bathroom in the apocalypse. The only other people inside at the moment are Bonnie, Johnny and Justin. Bonnie notices her first and waves as she brushes her hair.
"Morning to you, Clementine." The Southern girl says.
"Morning." Clem says as she cups her hand under the faucet, dousing her face in water. For once she doesn't feel completely disgusting physically, a sigh of relief enveloping her.
"Might wanna do some stretching, Bill's gonna ride us today to get this herd situation under control." Justin says, grabbing his toothbrush.
"They're sayin' it's comin' this way for sure, yeah?" Johnny asks, heavily accented as he shaves off pieces of his facial hair.
"Mhm." Bonnie replies, beginning to brush her teeth.
"Well then, here, take one." Justin hands over a fresh toothbrush. "There's one for your friend too, Bonnie'll show you."
"Mmmhm." Bonnie hums. Clem puts the brush under the sink before Justin coats it in paste for her. For the first time since Christa was pregnant, Clem brushes her teeth in a healthy, fast and effective way. Her gums bleed as she brushes, flushed down the drain. The faucet turns off eventually.
The prisoners stand at attention in front of Tavia, Carver and Troy. Everyone but Mike and Jane are here. The garage door to the pen is wide open and the sun beams down on it. Soon enough, Clementine, Shawn, Bonnie and Carley find themselves with the crowd. Bonnie and Shawn take position next to Tavia and Troy respectively, whilst Clem and Carley practically fly into Lee's arms, the trio hugging each other.
"Quit making so many hasty decisions that separate us or I'll have to dump your ass." Carley whispers into Lee's ear. He holds her tight.
"Hah, I'll take that into consideration next time. But it worked out, everythings under control now." Lee replies, sounding very confident in that answer.
"Is it? Really?" Clem asks, almost shocked.
Lee steps back and nods. "It is. Rome wasn't built in a day though. There's a bit more work to do with individual members, but other than that we're good here." Clem sighs, relieved, a smile lighting up her face as she turns around to face an impatient looking Carver.
"Hey, Clementine, over here! Stand with us!" Duck calls quietly, waving her over. Right next to him is Sarah, and a few inches away stand Carlos, Kenny, Sarita, Walter and Ben. She turns to see them along with Lee and Carley.
"Yeah, come here!" Sarah repeats. Clem looks up at Lee who simply shrugs.
"Your choice, hun. But I'd pick now." He whispers.
Choices
A: Stand with Lee and Carley
B: Stand with Sarah and Duck
Relationships
Lee: 15/15
Carley: 15/15
Christa: 12/15
Molly: 13/15
Chuck: 15/15
Kenny: 9/15
Duck: 15/15
Ben: 14/15
Walter: 6/15
Sarita: 7/15
Luke: 10/15
Pete: 13/15
Nick: 10/15
Carlos: 10/15
Sarah: 12/15
Alvin: 9/15
Rebecca: 10/15
Carver: 7/15
Tavia: 5/15
Stan: 5/15
Shel: 6/15
Becca: 3/15 (You must have interfered with something. She dislikes you even more)
Bonnie: 7/15
Johnny: 5/15
Shawn: 7/15
Wyatt: 6/10
Eddie: 6/10
Troy: 2/15
Justin: 6/15
Sam: 5/15
