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           ❝ –  what you should be asking,                                        is how many pudding cups                                        will you be giving me? ❞ 

Rage burns in the glare she shoots Clementine, a fire so hot it threatens to engulf her from the inside out. She feels her lip curl in disgust; has to fight to keep the hand pressing the torn fabric to her brother’s forehead to staunch the blood seeping from his hairline from balling into a fist.

You did this! She wants to scream. You’re the reason he’s here! You got him into this mess! The boat gives a terrible creak as it heaves and settles deeper into the river beyond them, its dying groans an affirmation of Minerva’s anguish. She remembers the bodies she passed on the decks during her escape; dead or unconscious, she didn’t have time to check then, and it’s all semantics now. 

Either way, they’re dead. Gone.

She glares at Clementine, and her rage burns so bright it’s almost blinding. But she can see the wreckage of the boat slowly succumbing to the river’s churning waters in her periphery. She can hear the droning laments of walkers spilling out of the forest, drawn by the explosion.

She looks down at Tenn, taller than she remembers, but impossibly vulnerable in his prone state. She feels the wound in her shoulder screaming at her through the adrenaline that’s pushed her this far; feels the fatigue and blood loss sapping her strength. She squeezes her eyes shut, takes a shuddering breath.

“Fine.” 

Her voice is forced through clenched teeth, but when she looks at Clementine again, the rage in her eyes is tempered by desperation. 

THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

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    MAYBE she looked a little smug, her eyes drift to her sister as her jaw moves slowly keeping the rather proud smirk on her lips, a look of victory.   it was better than admitting to the absolute grotesque, BITTER taste that filled her mouth, muckily… a good portion of slime coated the edges of her front teeth after she bit through the rubbery body of the–   she RESISTS the lurch in her shoulder, the gag that may or may not of puffed her cheeks just now.   oh god, slugs tasted as shit as they looked.

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I’m going to write this Drabble in the perspective of both of these ladies and hope I get some of Clementine’s characteristics right. So helpful criticism would be appreciated :3

And I’m not sure if this is torture? I can’t imagine either of them doing the act so I’m sorry if this doesn’t echo what you wanted

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Walkers were beginning to be more and more of a problem; while food, water, shelter, ammo, guns, medicine, and weaponry were running ever lower as days passed. And yet for all that, the world could still surprise the lucky (or unlucky depending on whom you asked) survivors that still fought back. Clementine hadn’t known superhero’s truly existed (please those fairy tales were a fools hope) and yet had her life saved by a blonde Wonder Woman. She had run into a blind end; and had just reserved to die when the woman showed up out of nowhere, shooting at the walkers with no pause, and no mercy, with the odd looking guns in her hands. Five had cornered her. Five were permanently dead. The girl certainly knew how not to waste any bullets. Or whatever else the gun spat at the walkers. The blonde didn’t even look winded even though moments before she had ran here (Clementine had heard the running steps vaguely) to save her life.

“Shhui whauks eayils.” The Wonder Woman stated in a weirdly British accent which threw Clementine for a loop. What the hell was that?

“Huh?” She asked brilliantly looking confused. The hazel eyes brightened and she nodded as if deciding something, and came closer. She pulled out a metal device from her pocket and showed a picture of...a dictionary? “Huh?” She asked again, quite eloquently. The blonde pointed to Clementine and then to the book and then to herself. Then she was getting the silent command: you will get me one of these. “All the libraries had to be burned for kindling, and I doubt there are many dictionaries left.” But she still would do her best to find one. She owed this woman her life.

Jenny followed the young child (or was it lady?) as she was taken very cautiously around the ghost city. She had very quickly realized that something was horribly wrong on this planet the moment she landed crashed onto it. She had seen the stumbling dead looking...things stalk this young girl very quickly for what seemed to be dead. How fast could dead things walk? Apparently here, VERY fast indeed. She had known she didn’t know the language from the scraps of writings she had found and so had asked the girl to find her a dictionary. At least the computer she had had found an image of the book and she had it automatically on her images whenever she landed somewhere new. They found a barely standing pharmacy and looked through the pile of left over books. Miraculously, they did find a still barely legible book.

Minutes (perhaps a half hour) later Clementine asked her burning questions as they found a good place to settle down: “How did you get those weapons? And could you teach me to protect myself?” She had to learn to survive long enough to see herself as an adult.

“This planet is war torn with little weapons, and even fewer survivors.” Jenny stated not as a question but an observation. Clementine was still shocked how fast the Wonder Woman had read and retained the English language. “I can teach you with the little we have available. And I have either had them since I was....in a war or I purchased them. I couldn’t save all of my weaponry, but what I do have makes me a one woman army in your eyes I do not doubt. So I will not be teaching you how to handle my weapons. But yours.” There had been many pauses like this, but Clementine knew better than anyone: everyone had their secrets and will protect them.