[b]Clementine - Roanapur?[/b]

Being well rested can save your life. Sleeping deeply can mean your death. When Clementine woke, she felt as though she'd been dreaming, and dreaming of falling. She remembered going to sleep in a car she had found, both for shelter from the walkers and from the weather. In the split second before she opened her eyes, she felt hot. She'd been going north for weeks. Kenny's plan wasn't bad, even if he was gone now. She opened her eyes and felt fear. She wasn't in the car, she was under the open sky, and in the middle of a city. Part of that fear faded as she stood up and drew her gun. The air smelled awful, but it smelled of sea breeze and garbage, not the smell of rotting flesh she was so familiar with.

Part of her fear was replaced with new fear. She had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. In the distance she could hear gunfire and at least one scream. No one seemed to be around, living or dead, but the place certainly didn't seem safe. Something else felt wrong, too. She was now standing in a small crater, and there were several others nearby, empty. The greatest sources of light came from a nearby building. A bright yellow neon sign read "YELLOWFLAG" and in front of the building was a gaudy statue of some sort of knight that seemed to have some sort of gas lamp built into its outstretched hand. Before she had the chance to judge whoever made the decision to put a statue there, in front of the door and facing down the street, it finally hit her what felt off about this city.

Electricity? and now that she listened, voices were coming from YELLOWFLAG? However concerned she was about how she got here, wherever here was, it all faded away. People were living here, there was power, no one was hiding. She couldn't hear any generators. Had this place recovered? Had it never been touched in the first place? Because she seemed alone, Clem tucked the gun back into her waistband, clicking the safety back on as she did. Because the air was so hot, she took off her jacket. It was stained with blood. All of her clothes were, and almost none of it was hers. 

Walking slowly and as quietly as she could towards YELLOWFLAG, Clementine kept her free hand close to her hip. If the people inside the building were dangerous, her single gun wasn't likely to save her, but something told her it was better to go inside than stay in the street. She felt uneasy as she passed the statue. It seemed out of place, and the closer she got the less sure she was that it really was a statue. It was facing away from her up the street, but she couldn't see anything to actually cause that fire. Maybe she was still dreaming, but thinking about it didn't wake her up, and it didn't feel like she was asleep. She opened the door, just wide enough to fit through, and sidled inside. YELLOWFLAG was apparently a bar. She'd been in more than a few, scavenging for anything that might be useful, but she'd never been in one this full. The people inside looked nervous but normal. Most of the patrons were paying very close attention to some people further inside. Clementine could see a few flashes of brighter colors, some red, some purple, some green, some blue, but she couldn't clearly see any of the people wearing them.

Few of the people in the bar seemed to notice her. The patrons that did looked immediately more nervous. Clem didn't understand that. An older, scarred woman seemed to see her immediately, even as small as she was and as quietly as she'd tried to be. Living people or not, this place really didn't seem safe. Too late to turn back now.