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[There's a little girl standing outside the castle in skirt and red hoodie, looking around frantically. Maybe this wouldn't be too strange if she wasn't thoroughly caked with blood, front and back.]

--Lee? Lee!

[She's about ready to bolt, but her feet seem glued to the spot. It looks like she's not sure what to start towards--the giant castle, the city in the distance, or whatever trees are around?]

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[Damon smells the blood first. A lot of blood. And way too much of it to be this girl's blood and for her to still be standing.]

Who'd you murder?

[At first, Clem doesn't know that this man is asking because of the blood on her.]

I--I don't know, he was--

[And then she shuts her mouth, because if she says anything more she'll start crying.]

[Kids. Not on Damon's list of favorite things, but he's trying to make good here and be on his best behavior. So, he crouches down to be more on her level.]

Hey, I'm not here to judge, kid. I'd rather that be somebody else's blood than yours.

[She looks down at herself. Oh, that's what the question was for. She shakes her head.]

It's from a walker. They can't smell you if you're covered in gross stuff.

There aren't any here, right? It--it doesn't look like it.

[He raises a slight brow.]

Considering how I don't know what the hell that is, I'd vote no.

[Swear. But Clem's too distracted to say anything about that right now.]

You don't know what walkers are? Everyone went crazy, and started eating each other, and... dead people don't stay dead anymore.

[He thinks he knows the answer to what a walker is, but might as well get that confirmed.]

Like eating flesh eating or biting with fangs?

[She shakes her head.]

They don't have fangs.

Right. Zombie apocalypse. Why not?

[Damon stands back up.]

Well, looks like you lucked out, kiddo. Nobody like that around here.

My name is Clementine. [Kiddo isn't bad, but introductions are all a part of good manners.

She opens her mouth to say something more, but closes it with a tiny breath. No walkers... it seems almost too good to be true.]

Damon.

You got parents still?

[Seems he should at least make a slight effort to get her to her family if there's anybody like that for her around here.]

[Her eyes start to well up with tears, and she shakes her head.]

N-no, not anymore...

[...Right. This kid was just a walking mass of depressive or something. Jesus.]

Siblings?

I don't have any.

[The joys of being an only child.]

I have Lee, but I don't think he's here...

Can't say that I've met 'im, but that doesn't mean he isn't here.

Do you think he is?

[She's getting the feeling that might not be the case, if he's not immediately in sight.]

[Damon sighed a little. He didn't want to get her hopes up any more than he wants to dash them completely.]

Honestly, I don't know. There's a chance, but... Well, kiddo there will be a lot of people here who will look out for you now. So even if he isn't here, you'll be fine.

I hope so.

[The idea of there being a lot of people is both exciting and a little scary. She misses people.]

You should probably clean yourself up though before you go play meet-and-greet. You kinda smell like crap.

I know...

[Her eyes flick over to the castle, and then back to Damon.]

Can I clean up in there?

Yeah. You'll have your own room in there, actually.

Oh. [Weird. How? She can ask later.]

Can you help me look for it?

[He almost says no, but... He should make sure the kid finds her way.]

Why not? But uh... [He pauses a moment before shrugging off his jacket and offering it to her.] Unless you feel like giving everyone a heart attack with all that blood on you, put this on and zip it up.

[Doesn't help with the smell, but it's better than leading a kid through the castle covered head-to-toe in blood.]

[She takes the jacket, but holds it away from her body.]

Are you sure? It'll get gross.

[Small wave of his hand.]

Worst comes to worst, if I can't wash it out, I'll just wish for another one.

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