Summary
Walkers. Muertos. Deadheads. Lurkers... The dead which roamed, they wore many names. Monster was yet another one. Though, she knew most monsters didn't decay. Because Clementine was one herself: a monster with fire in her breath, and eyes that burned her own Hell. She drank. For her life. To forget. [Violetine/Violentine; Mature Content; Minor Canon Divergence; Rewrite/Remaster]