[After the first two hours of the sinking Steve's gone.
Not gone gone, at least not so far as Clementine knows but they're no longer together. It seems forever and yet barely any time at all since they got separated, leaving her on her own to navigate the sinking ship. She holds the knife she grabbed from the Cornucopia in hand as she explores, the rope is tied around her waist and she's wearing a life-jacket over her sunny yellow dress.
With so many rooms and corridors it's easy to get disorientated, plus there's the added obstacles of finding rooms she intended to go through already flooding or one of the packs of vicious rats blocking the way, forcing her to hastily double back and find another path.
By the time the four hour mark hits she's come across a stairwell leading upwards, seemingly to the deck and when she looks down she realises the water is rising at the bottom -- and just because Clementine's never seen one before doesn't mean she can't recognise what a shark is.
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Not gone gone, at least not so far as Clementine knows but they're no longer together. It seems forever and yet barely any time at all since they got separated, leaving her on her own to navigate the sinking ship. She holds the knife she grabbed from the Cornucopia in hand as she explores, the rope is tied around her waist and she's wearing a life-jacket over her sunny yellow dress.
With so many rooms and corridors it's easy to get disorientated, plus there's the added obstacles of finding rooms she intended to go through already flooding or one of the packs of vicious rats blocking the way, forcing her to hastily double back and find another path.
By the time the four hour mark hits she's come across a stairwell leading upwards, seemingly to the deck and when she looks down she realises the water is rising at the bottom -- and just because Clementine's never seen one before doesn't mean she can't recognise what a shark is.
Time to go up, quickly.]