Clementine:
The White Squad had run away, saving themselves and not caring about their own squad mate, who was still shaking and screaming under the attack of the things.
"Come on, Clementine!" I felt a grip around my wrist, Haiden trying to pull me away.
"No, wait!" I pulled free and ran to Nate, swinging my sword and cutting down a few of the things right above his head. Seeing me struggle and not give up made my squad mates return. They surrounded Nate, striking at anything that tried to come closer.
Slowly, in minutes, the things began to retreat. One by one, they left and gathered up in the sky like a swarm before screeching and flying away. We were breathing heavily, sweating in the cold, and not only that but we were also badly wounded, scratched, and clawed everywhere.
"Are you okay?" Yorick rushed to me, his hand on my shoulder as he pointed at my arm where I'd been clawed.
"It's fine, it's not that bad," I said, looking at him. He barely had any scratches though.
