Clementine inches closer at once. She's not as strong as Carl, sure, being younger and shorter and all. But she peers closely at the lock, and feels some disappointment rise.
"I think something's stuck in the lock."
Like maybe a key broke off in it, or maybe it's just filthy with walker gunk or something. Hard to tell, but she still uses slides the nail fail in there, hoping it's slim enough to get them ahead. Clementine knows how the world works - there's gonna be something worthwhile in that trunk, and that's the sole reason why the lock hates them.
She groans as she put her weight onto the file, worried it'll break, but feeling something give a little way. Not enough to come loose, but maybe if they keeping going at it, they'll dislodge it and get at the trunk. Clementine falls back with a huff.
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"I think something's stuck in the lock."
Like maybe a key broke off in it, or maybe it's just filthy with walker gunk or something. Hard to tell, but she still uses slides the nail fail in there, hoping it's slim enough to get them ahead. Clementine knows how the world works - there's gonna be something worthwhile in that trunk, and that's the sole reason why the lock hates them.
She groans as she put her weight onto the file, worried it'll break, but feeling something give a little way. Not enough to come loose, but maybe if they keeping going at it, they'll dislodge it and get at the trunk. Clementine falls back with a huff.