I C Y B L I S S

          “Just gets lonely, only being around adults all the time. They’re always talking about weird stuff I don’t understand.”

Jane didn’t know if Clementine was the best person to talk to since she had lost a big chunk of her innocence that Mari had in her still. However, interactions with the younger girl would maybe help her being a kid or teen for once too instead of being forced to be an adult. Must’ve been rough to be torn between being grown up and a child.. “Yeah..adults are strange. I agree..Some of the things we talk about...I wish I wouldn’t knew about half of them. Perhaps we find a place with more kids..wouldn’t be too bad and you aren’ t just stuck talking to me heh.” Though, she did enjoy talking to Mari, getting to know her a little better. Something she never attempted with anyone but Clementine who showed great potential from the beginning. “I heard..you pray before going on scavange hunts?”

The woman shrugged her shoulders. She had no control over who got in and who didn’t. But since the death of Luke, yeah, Bonnie had been strange. Not that Jane didn’t feel the stabbing looks of her every time she was around. Bonnie was pretty jealous but Jane didn’t care much about that. What she did care about was Clementine who did her best with everyone despite being so young.As Ren told her what the red-head said to her, her eyes snapped open wide enough. This woman dared to insult Clem, who did more than Bonnie ever wanted to do? “Don’t worry…I won’t ever let her in. Not because of Luke but because she is a backstabber. I heard she wanted to run away with the rest before…and before that she had a quite interesting history too…i know that kind of woman..don’t worry.. she is with the next guy now that she can fuck over.”If she was honest, she shared the disgust that Ren had for Bonnie. The typical backstabber, the typical threat for a group.

“shipping” means “relationship”. a “ship” is the act of two people having a relationship. humans have more relationships than just their romantic ones.

          Well, it wasn’t a candy bar, but it was a sweet gesture all the same. “Wow, thank you.” Maybe they would come in handle one day. For her hair, or maybe other uses. She’d heard these were good for picking locks. She shoved them into her jacket pocket, and looked up at the woman. “So, Jane right? Have you known Clementine long? Is she cool? Do… Do you think she’d hang out with me?”

“She might...seem like she is untouchable and cold but I don’t think she would mind your company.”

          Mari’s hair wasn’t terrible long. Just a little past her chin when it wasn’t up in the short pony. “My mo– My step-mom.” No, Kate wasn’t her mother. But she was trying her best and that was what mattered, she supposed. “She cuts it when it starts getting too long. It used to be down past my shoulders, but we cut it as this world got worse, and more of the muertos showed up.”

“She does a great job then...keeping you safe and all.” Jane wished she could say the same about herself but now, she had enough time to change a few things here and there. Perhaps even save a couple lives on the way. Carefully, she began to look for something in her jacket and after a few seconds, she pulled out a couple of bobby pins. “I..don’t need them..obviously. So you might as well keep em. Y-you know..to keep the hair out of your face better or to pin it back.”

          “It’s pretty.” Mariana’s words are sincere. She always loved things that were unique. Seeing people with colored hair, or different styles were always fascinating to her a little girl. That hadn’t changed with the world the way it was. “Probably helps keep people from grabbing at it, too.”

“That’s true...and its not as complicated as long hair.” Jane gestured how long her hair had been before the apocalypse, laughing a little. “It was a little over my shoulder back then. A lot of work..I hated it. But eventually, I got used to it.” Mariana’s hair wasn’t that long as well so Jane thought it was best to keep that topic to have a further conversation. “Who is taking care of your hair? You or someone else?”

The woman shrugged her shoulders. She had no control over who got in and who didn’t. But since the death of Luke, yeah, Bonnie had been strange. Not that Jane didn’t feel the stabbing looks of her every time she was around. Bonnie was pretty jealous but Jane didn’t care much about that. What she did care about was Clementine who did her best with everyone despite being so young.As Ren told her what the red-head said to her, her eyes snapped open wide enough. This woman dared to insult Clem, who did more than Bonnie ever wanted to do? “Don’t worry…I won’t ever let her in. Not because of Luke but because she is a backstabber. I heard she wanted to run away with the rest before…and before that she had a quite interesting history too…i know that kind of woman..don’t worry.. she is with the next guy now that she can fuck over.”If she was honest, she shared the disgust that Ren had for Bonnie. The typical backstabber, the typical threat for a group.