Clementine:
I had been staring out the window, anxiously looking around, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.
"What the heck is taking them so long?" I finally complained out loud, and I noticed Troy still staring at me. It had been thirty minutes, and he hadn't looked away once.
He finally got up from the couch, breaking his deadly stare. He came to the window and hunched down to look outside. The way he did it, he almost sniffed my hair, then took a deep breath before lowering his face to look me directly in the eye.
"Do you want me to go and look out for them?" he asked in a slow, soft tone.
"I mean, I'm just worried. What if they're not able to do it, and the monsters escape?" I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn't only worried because Ian was there. But I knew that was the case. I was worried for Ian. I didn't trust the white squad.
