A/N: Alright, I think I'm going to re-write it. Enjoy! I'm also changing things up a bit.

After miles and miles of walking, the duo came upon a bridge leading into the city of Galveston. On each side, there were faded blue signs with white letters spelling out G-A-L-V-E-S-T-O-N. They stopped before crossing.

"Does it look safe to cross?" Kenny asked. The pair had become much more cautious in the past two years; they wanted to be extra careful once they found Clementine. Lee eyed the bridge. It looked lightly crumbled in spots.

"Maybe if we're careful, we can cross. But other than that..." Lee trailed off, signaling that he disliked the fact that they had to cross a bridge that had been crumbling for two years.

"Is there a way around?" Kenny asked, not really wanting to go on the bridge that seemed to be a death trap. Lee glanced around, but all he could see was the bay that prevented them from crossing to the other side of the city.

"Not that I can see. You know what, Kenny? Perhaps we should try to get up to that 'Wellington' place we heard of a few months ago. Chances are Clementine could be there." Lee suggested, not wanting Kenny to snap at him because he was so dead-set on finding a boat. Lee noticed Kenny looked a bit... annoyed, to say the least, but he finally opened his mouth to say something.

"That sounds like a better plan. A boat was a shitty idea in the first place," Kenny sighed, defeat audible in his voice.

"Hey, it'll be fine. Besides, on a boat, where would we get our food anyways? Rumor has it that this place has a lot of food." Lee assured his friend.

"Okay, let's get going. We came so far south, and now we have to go all the way to Michigan," Kenny sighed.

"At least we're okay on food. We've got maybe two weeks' left, and we don't eat much anymore anyways," Lee reminded Kenny. The pair had gotten used to having an empty stomach. After all, they've been in this mess for two years. Who would've thought that it would last this long? Lee had expected this to clear up in a few days, but after that, then what? I guess he'd never figure it out, because this wasn't getting any easier. The pair had been walking for maybe only fifteen minutes, and the heat of summer was already making Lee sweat.

"So, what month do you think we're in now?" Kenny asked, curious. They'd never really kept track of the time anymore, as it didn't really matter.

"Maybe mid-July. Damn, wasn't it around July or August when this started?" Lee replied.

"Holy shit. I never... expected to last this long. After... after Duck, I figured I was done for." Kenny said, saddening up at the thought of his family.

"I never expected cutting off my arm to work. It was worth it though. If Clementine had to lose me..." Lee responded, agony making him flinch as he thought of how Clementine would've reacted. Little did he know that she thought he was already dead.

"Yeah. The sun's going down. Perhaps we could bunker down in that old gas station?" Kenny questioned, gesturing to a worn down 'Valero Corner Store' on the other side of the street.

"Let's check inside just to be sure," Lee suggested, not wanting to get bit in a more fatal spot this time.

"Yeah, let's get going before it's too damn dark to see a thing." Kenny said as the duo began jogging over. Lee opened the door and his eyes widened. The shelves were still nearly fully stocked with candies, chips, snack bars, and drinks. Even if the drinks were warm, they were better than nothing.

"Ho-ly shit," Lee said, his mouth now agape at what he saw. The pair immediately began shoving the foods and drinks into their packs until they cleared out all the shelves.

"Now we have maybe three months worth of food!" Lee cheered. A single walker must've shambled from the bathroom when they were gathering food, because soon Lee was ass-down on the floor, wrestling a walker.

"Get off of me, sonuvabitch!" Lee growled, struggling for his knife he kept in his pocket. He couldn't reach. Being one handed, if he reached for his knife, the walker would get him.

"Kenny, HELP!" Lee cried as another walker shambled out of the bathrooms. Kenny killed the one on top of Lee and he immediately jumped up, knife in hand. He stabbed the other one through the chin, and the duo stayed in their protective stance until they were sure there were no more.

"Shit..." Lee breathed. "That was close."

"No shit. Perhaps we should go in the bathroom and board up the doors for the night..." Kenny suggested. Lee nodded and the pair went into the bathroom, checking each stall, but there was nothing. Kenny and Lee ripped a stall door off and assembled it in front of the door to where it was blocking anything from getting in.

"I think... I think we can rest now," Lee sighed as he slumped against the wall. He drifted off into another night full of nightmares.

oOo

"Shiiiit. Lee, wake up pal. We... gotta go. Now," Kenny urged. Lee opened his eyes groggily to see Kenny in front of him, worry visible on his face.

"Huh... why?" Lee asked, still half asleep. Just as he said that, walkers began to bang on the door.

"That's why," Kenny whispered in reply. Lee stood up, but put a finger to his lips.

"Let's just wait them out. Maybe they'll pass." Lee suggested. Kenny nodded and they waited in silence, until the door burst open and...

oOo

"Lee! Wake up man!" Kenny said, shaking Lee. His eyes burst open and he was covered in sweat.

"W-what?!" Lee yelped, only to realize that he'd had yet another nightmare.

"What's the matter?" Kenny questioned.

"J-just a nightmare." Lee replied, still recovering from the dream that had seemed so real.

"Well, we better get a move on. Staying in the same place for too long is a mistake," Kenny suggested. The words reminded Lee of when he first met Clementine, because those were Shaun's words to him. He shook the thoughts away and gave a nod. They pulled the stall door off and left the corner store. They had a long day of traveling ahead of them.

A/N: Was that better? I sure think it was. And I think it was longer too. Please leave a review or two; they're greatly appreciated.