A few weeks ago, I started writing 1000 words every day. Tonight, I was checking out some of the things I’ve written, and I was quite surprise to find this! 🙂 I thought I’d share this to the Walking Dead fans. 🙂
If you haven’t played Telltale’s The Walking Dead Season 2, please don’t read this.
I wrote this from Clementine’s perspective. I know that I really don’t capture her voice, but I think it’s interesting to explore her inner thoughts.
This lodge is huge! I can see myself living here. And there’s even power! I loved that they brought out the Christmas tree. I’m not even sure if it’s December. But judging by the chilling wind, it’s going to snow soon. Walking for five days is worth it–now that at the end of the journey–I saw an old friend. I even got to decorate the Christmas tree.
But I know this isn’t the end of my journey. Something always happens. And I just can’t stop it from happening. I don’t know what it is yet, but sooner or later it’s going to happen. There is one thing that is certain: we are all going to die. Tomorrow. Next week. Maybe after I eat dinner.
I’m surprised I’ve managed to stay alive this long. I’m just eleven, but it feels like I’m 100 years old.
I’m glad Kenny is here, but at the same time a lot of things worries me. It seems like there’s danger in every corner–even the most quiet and unsuspecting corner.
And I always find myself in these situations where I have to tell the truth or lie. It’s so hard to make a decision in seconds. If I lie, I risk hurting someone. And if I tell the truth, I might risk hurting myself.
A year ago, all I was worried about was which color should I use on my doodles. I knew there was danger, but I also knew that Lee was always watching and always ready to protect me. I can just be a kid. But after Lee.. I have no choice but to grow up. I have no choice but to protect myself.
I don’t even know who I am.
What kind of eleven year old would I be if these things didn’t happen? Would I be one of those girls writing on her diary about her crush? Would I be watching mindless TV shows every night? Would I be obsessed about the way I look?
Who am I now? Why do I keep going? What is at the end of this journey? What hope could it possibly offer me? Mom and Dad are gone. Lee is gone. Why am I still here? Am I just lucky to be here? Or is there some kind of purpose that I am still alive?
It’s hard to trust anyone. When I’m alone, all I have to do is lie low, get some food, and sleep when I can. When I’m with people I’m happy. I feel good knowing that someone has my back–even for just a short while. But it gets more complicated. People make things complicated. There are truths and lies and something in between.
Do you play The Telltale’s Walking Dead? What do you think of Clementine’s character? What are your predictions? Let me know what you think! 🙂
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