"Shut up and move for fuck's sake," Clementine hisses out between her teeth, because this isn't the time to point out that she's the only one of the three of them with over two years of experience with walkers.

She ducks down and cuts open the guts of the walker she took down. She moves back to the two of them with the guts in hand, because she's still not listening to her instinct to run. This is her version of doing something stupid.

There are too many walkers, and she can't keep making holes in the horde forever.

"Gotta get their guts on you or they'll tear you apart."