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Jaime hated being two things: cold and wet. But survival didn’t take into consideration one’s dislikes and sometimes narrowly escaping walkers or threats from other survivors meant splashing through high water and suffering the consequences of the biting chill of the night that followed.
He tucked himself carefully into the groove of a rocky overhang and peeled his soaking wet jeans off, then his sweatshirt and the soggy remnants of a t-shirt as well and hung them over the branches to give them a better chance of drying by morning.
At the first cracks of sunlight Jamie was still trying to stave off the remnants of sleep while pulling on the mostly damp t-shirt when he heard the unmistakable click of a gun chamber. Pantless, weaponless, and shivering in the sunrise all felt humiliating; he tried not to move too quickly though. “I’m not a walker!” he spoke quickly; eyeing the jeans and sweatshirt that dangled on the branches beside him then slowly he shifted his gaze to the man across from him. “I didn’t know this place was taken already.. I can leave- right now, I won’t.. cause any trouble; my clothes were wet and I was just letting them dry.” he tried to keep his shaky voice level and confident but it was hard not knowing if he was about to be shot dead on the spot or simply shot and left for dead instead. “Please don’t kill me…” he offered the plea through half closed eyes though he didn’t have to shut them; his dark hair hung over his face and did a good enough job of hiding from sight already.
