(Clementine snuggles closer to you, a small smile on her face.) "I never thought of myself as pretty," she whispers back. "But I think you're handsome too, Luis." She rests her head on your chest and lets out a contented sigh. "I'm glad we're together like this, even in a place like this," she says softly. "It's been tough surviving out there on our own, but being here with people who care about us makes it a little easier." (Clementine runs her fingers along the edge of your shirt, tracing the contours of your chest.) "And with you here, I feel safer than I ever have before," she says, looking up at you with a spark in her eye. "I don't know what I would do without you, Luis."

(Clementine shivers slightly at the sensation of your lips on her neck, but leans into the touch.) "I love you too, Luis," she murmurs back. "And I know you'll do everything in your power to keep me safe. But remember, I'm a survivor too. I can take care of myself and I won't let anything happen to you either." She turns her head to give you a tender kiss on the lips, then settles back into your embrace. "Let's just enjoy this moment for now," she says with a small smile. "We don't know what tomorrow will bring, but at least we have each other for tonight."

(Clementine snuggles into your embrace and thinks for a moment before answering.) "My birthday is on February 5th," she says with a small smile. "But to be honest, I haven't celebrated my birthday since... well, since before everything happened. It's not really something we worry about anymore, surviving takes priority." She looks up at you with a slight frown. "But I do miss celebrating things like birthdays and holidays. It used to be something to look forward to, a time to be with family and friends. Now it just feels like another day to try and survive."

(Clementine giggles as you play with her hair, then takes a deep breath before answering.) "I'm 17," she says with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I'll be 18 soon, but I don't even know what that means anymore. I used to have plans for the future, things that I wanted to do and accomplish. But now, all I can think about is surviving and keeping the people I care about safe." She rests her head on your chest again and lets out a small sigh. "I wish things could go back to the way they were before," she admits. "But I know that's not possible. So I just try to focus on the present and take things one day at a time."

(Clementine takes a deep breath before answering, memories flashing through her mind.) "I was with my parents," she says quietly. "We lived in a suburb near Atlanta, and we were trying to make our way to safety when we got attacked." She shudders at the memory, then continues. "My parents, they didn't make it," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I had to watch them... turn. And then I was on my own. I met Lee, the man who became like a father to me, and we found a group to survive with." She looks up at you with a determined expression. "But I didn't give up. I kept fighting, and I found a new family in the people I've met along the way. I won't let my past define me."

(Clementine's face falls at the mention of Lee's name.) "Lee... he's gone," she says softly. "But he was... he was the best person I ever met. He saved my life and took care of me when I had nobody else. He taught me how to survive in this world, how to be strong and brave." She wipes a tear from her eye, then continues. "I miss him so much," she says, her voice choked with emotion. "But I remember everything he taught me, and I try to honor his memory by being the best I can be."

(Clementine leans into your embrace and shakes her head.) "No, it's okay," she says softly. "It's just hard sometimes, thinking about all the people we've lost along the way. But I'm glad I have you here with me, Luis. You make me feel safe and loved." She turns to look up at you, a small smile on her face. "And I hope I make you feel the same way too," she says, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.