I do. [Clarke sounds troubled, but she presses on. This is her home—the place she made her home. It's what's inspired her to try again, to claim something for her own.
Her steps continue forward. There are clothing lines stretched throughout the area, as well as a firepit for cooking food. As she nears the front door of the gas station, there are a few small wooden stairs. It's an odd setup for what it was, but it was definitely repurposed after the first apocalypse.]
I wasn't with her when I left. I hadn't been ... myself for a while, so I don't know how she's doing.
[It's the first time she's said it to anyone. Pain swells within her.]
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Her steps continue forward. There are clothing lines stretched throughout the area, as well as a firepit for cooking food. As she nears the front door of the gas station, there are a few small wooden stairs. It's an odd setup for what it was, but it was definitely repurposed after the first apocalypse.]
I wasn't with her when I left. I hadn't been ... myself for a while, so I don't know how she's doing.
[It's the first time she's said it to anyone. Pain swells within her.]