Roof of the RV

"There!" Clementine exclaims with a pointed finger aimed at a closed hatch on the ceiling of the car. You didn't notice that before! The two of you scramble towards the only escape route as quickly as humanely possible.

Your new apocalypse partner jumps onto the couch and uses it as leverage to push the hatch open and begin pulling herself through the small opening. Once she's halfway through, you blush a little bit at the realization that her pants clad rear was directly in front of you, barely making contact with your shoulder a couple of times in her attempts to climb upwards.

Feeling perverted just staring at Clementine's admittedly shapely butt as she wiggled around, you turn your attention even lower only to find yourself confused. Why wasn't the girl wearing any shoes or socks? Now wasn't necessarily a good time to ask considering the whole zombie thing but its impossible not to notice Clem's bare feet as she finally pulls herself over the RV. Wasn't it a bad idea to go around walking outside wearing no footwear?

"Hurry, Sam!" Clem calls out and you don't hesitate twice following after her.

Once you're on the roof as well, you nearly faint at the sight in front of you. Dozens of zombies surround the RV from every angle, pushing against it so forcefully that the large vehicle sways ever so slightly every few seconds. You'd better find a way out of here! But how?

Clementine must have a knack for these situations because she looks calm as ever. "We'd better throw some clothes on one side to distract them. Once there's a clearing, we jump off in the opposite direction and run towards the woods. That's our only chance."

...Clothes?

"...Clothes?" You repeat aloud. Clem turns to you with an expression that makes it seem like YOU'RE the weird one for questioning her 'throw clothes' idea for distracting the walkers!

"You couldn't have forgotten about that too? The walkers go after our clothes, nothing else. Then if they accidentally bite you is when you turn into one too. We've been in this situation before, that's why I was **** to sacrifice my shoes and socks."

You glance down at Clem's bare feet once more and reality hits you. It's impossible to determine whether you're relieved you don't have to worry about getting eaten alive or if you're deadly afraid of getting your clothing chewed off by the dead below you...but Clementine doesn't give you an opportunity to think it over.

"Alright, we need to decide who's throwing what..." The girl glances around, putting on her imaginary thinking cap once more.