[Clementine doesn't use this thing as often as some others might. But she does where necessary. With sometimes checking in keeping an eye on things, on certain friends. This time though? Well. She seems partly resigned and partly kind of terrified as she addresses the network over the Fluid. Judging by the way she fidgets some, as she sits at her bed, biting at her lower lip and brushing back some strands of hair.]

I -- I know others got these too. [She says, briefly holding up her own obituary.]

I'm not sure whether to believe this or not. I've managed to survive everything here and back home so far but I'm always also aware that anyone's luck can run out in that regard. I said this before, once, but. Just in case. In case something does happen and I die, or if Louis or Daryl does. Someone has to take care of us before we turn. Aim for the head, the brain. I don't want to cause an outbreak here with making everyone walkers here too.

[She purses her lips, glancing to the side for a brief moment in petting at her Marowak's....er, skull? Head? In seemingly reassuring the creature that she was okay.]

-- right, for those that don't know. By walkers I mean....zombies. Whatever you call them. The dead that don't stay dead, that still move around and try bite and eat flesh. Including human. Once we die or we get bit by one, we all turn. I can't be the one to -- if something happens, someone has to deal with me. Before I turn and bite someone.

[Clementine gives a sigh, a shrug then. This was. A lot. She's trying to remain mostly calm and not entirely freak out about it but it's hard not to at least a little given her home situation and what that means regarding them being infected. And her being unsure what that might mean here and whether if they died here they would turn or not.]

Still. Gotta be the first Christmas and New Years I sorta celebrated in years. That's something. Even if this place never really lets up. Stay sharp. Look after each other.