Clementine smiles too since she never really thought about it that way as a long story like what the news is all about. "Yeah." She walks beside her and swallows, winding her hand around her forearm where the scar's at. "After I lost my first group, I was with Christa for over a year, but some guys attacked us, and we got separated. I fell into a river and ended up downstream, pulled myself out into some woods. I found this dog. He seemed nice. He had a collar. His name was Sam. He was alone like me."

It seemed right they'd find each other or maybe she just needed to hold on to that thought. That she wasn't alone after all.