There was a nip in the air and the leaves on the trees had already change to a crisp brown; Clementine had no idea what month it was but she did know that the days and nights were getting colder, and more unbearable as time went on.
Every day she scavenged on the ruins of a small suburb and slept in a two story home in a relatively quiet cul-de-sac. “Relatively” - meaning the walkers were scarce…but ever present.
The small girl peeked from a window in the upper story of the home. The streets were clear and she was colder than she was the night before. Clementine let out a sigh and pulled the hood of her jacket over her head.
“It’s going to be a long day,” she whispered to herself and stood to her feet. She was running low on food, she’d have to make another dreaded run to a neighboring house filled with who knows what.