It felt like they were up in that tree for weeks, the hours stretched on as both Becky and Clementine huddled up in the small compacted hut. They talked, sang and told each others stories to help pass the time but they could only do so much. It was the screams that really made the days go on, the sounds of innocent people whose luck ran out. She tried to sing during those moments, anything to help censor Clementine from this nightmare.

But what felt like weeks was only three days, three long days.

On the dawn of the third day, Becky finally heard what sounded like someone in trouble. A car crash to be more precise, and that either meant more dead people or help. After a quick instruction to Clem to stay inside, she ventured out of the tree house for the first time in days. With shaky legs she ventured over to the fence and pressed her ear up against it, listening intently for any signs of life out there. She wasn't about to jump it if the people were dead.

"HEY OFFICER, ARE YOU DEAD?!" A mans voice called out, panic laced through his words. "HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

She closed her eyes and let out a suffering sigh. This idiot was here yelling like he had no idea what he just crashed into. With a grunt she jumped up and grasped the top of the fence and hauled herself over the edge, landing not quite as gracefully as Travis would have but more than Ben would.

"DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS-" the man screamed before a shot gun blast cut through the air. Becky appeared at the edge of the quarry just as the man through the gun down horrified. Suddenly his face turned up towards her and his arms began to wave to catch her attention, which he already had. "HELP! Go get someone! There-There's been a shooting!"

She opened her mouth to holler back but the rustling of nearby branches stopped her. He had already gotten the attention of multiple undead and they were coming to them. She didn't bother to tell him to run, if he was smart he'd get the message, instead she just turned and vaulted herself back over the fence.

She could hear the growls get louder as the dead closed in as she re-entered the tree house. Glancing out the window she saw the man haul himself over the fence, landing with a thud onto the ground. He scooted back till he hit the patio foundation, his gaze fixed solely on the fence. She turned to look at how many of the dead were on the other side, eyes wide at the thought of that many breaking down their only protection against them. But luckily they were saved by someone shooting a couple blocks down, which caused all of the undead to follow that noise.

The man shakily stood up and took a couple of steps towards the middle of the yard. "Hello? Anybody?" He called out, this time more softer than his previous exclamations. He walked towards their tree house, stopping at the tea set. "I'd fill one of those cups up with some bourbon if I could," he said with a slight smile.

Becky stiffled a giggle at that and barely moved back when he looked up at the tree house. "There's no way I'm getting up there, not with this leg," she could hear him mutter. "Anybody up there?" He called up.

Clem gave Becky a look that clearly asked "what do we do?" to which she whispered, "just wait."

"Somebody? YELL IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!" Becky groaned and placed her forehead against the rough wood wall. He really didn't learn his lesson the first time. Peeking back out she saw him opening the sliding glass door.

"Oh god," she whispered in horror. "He's gonna get himself killed by Sandra..."

"What?" Clem squeaked. "We gotta warn him!"

"Where's your walkie?" Becky turned and rummaged through their bags. "The other one is inside the kitchen, maybe he can hear it." The girls held up the radio with triumph and returned to the window of the tree house, only to see that the man had ventured further into the house.

Clem took the radio. "Daddy?" She asked into it.

The man reappeared at the sliding door. "Hello?" His voice rang through their hiding spot.

Becky took the walkie. "You need to be quiet," she warned him.

He walked further into the house, just out of sight though Becky could see his legs. "Are you two okay?" He asked.

Becky smiled softly at the kind gesture. "We're okay. They tried to get us but we're hiding till one of our parents comes home."

"What's your names?"

"I'm Clementine and she's Becky," Clementine answered. "This is my house."

"Hi, Clementine, Becky," the man said. "I'm Lee. How old are you two?"

"Clem's eight, I'm seventeen," Becky answered now.

"And you two are all alone?" Lee sounded horrified at that thought.

"Yes, we don't know where anybody is," Clem said. "How old are you?" The question almost seemed like an afterthought.

"I'm,uh, thirty seven," Lee answered. "Where are your parents?"

"They took a trip and left me with Becky and Sandra. They're in Savannah, I think. Where the boats are," Clem answered.

Lee appeared in the kitchen window. "Where are you?"

"We're outside in the tree house, they can't get in," Becky answered.

"That's smart," Lee complimented.

Clem took the radio and propped the door open. "See? Can you see us? We can see you through the window." Both she and Becky waved at the older man. Lee waved back with a growing smile on his face.

Sandra seemed to pop up out of no where, suddenly reminding the two of why they were contacting him in the first place. Clem let out a scream and shut the door whilst Becky crawled through it and clambored down the tree. She wouldn't let Sandra kill anyone, she knew that her sister would have never wanted that.

She didn't notice that Clem had followed her down the tree until the two reached the sliding door. Looking down, she took the hammer out of the small girls grasp and yanked the door open just as Lee reached it with Sandra crawling towards him.

Lee kicked her sister backwards before looking back and snatching the hammer out of her hands. With one hand fending off her ravenous sister, he brought the hammer down on her skull. Flipping them over, he placed his knee against her chest and kept bringing the hammer down until her sister no longer moved.

Lee shakily stood up. "Man," he panted as he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Hi there."

Becky moved Clem back away from the blood. "Did you... did you kill it?" She rasped. It felt strange to refer to her sister as an it but this was no longer her sister.

"Yes," Lee answered after a brief pause.

"It's okay," Clem said while looking up at Becky and then Lee. "I think she was a monster."

"I think so too," Lee agreed before leaning down to be face level with the two girls. He was way taller than Becky, him standing at almost six foot two while she was barely five foot six. She was barely two feet taller than Clem. "You two have been all by yourselves through this?"

"Yeah," Becky said as she looked back down at Sandra.

"I want my parents to come home now," Clem added.

"I think that might be a little while, you know?" Lee looked down as he said that.

"O-oh," Clem looked saddened by this news and she turned into Becky's side for comfort.

Lee placed a hand on the two girls arms. "Look, I don't know what happened. But I'll look after you two until then." He looked up at Becky to see what she thought about his offer and let out a relieved sigh when she smiled softly at him.

"What should we do now?" She asked him.

"We need to find help before it gets dark," Lee said firmly.

"Yeah, it's not safe at night," Clem said as she looked outside.

Lee stood up. "You two should grab some stuff, who knows when you'll be able to come back here."

Becky nodded. "We got our bags in the tree house, we just gotta pack some clothes and some memorabilia." Lee gave her a smile and a nod as Clementine ran towards the tree house to get their bags.

"That was you back then by the quarry right?" Lee asked her.

"Yeah, I was there to see if you needed any help," she shrugged. "I bailed when you started yelling and attracting those... things."

He chuckled. "Don't blame you."

She smiled at him, feeling herself relax for the first time in three days. She trusted him, even though he was a total stranger. Well not total, she knew who he was, he had taught her sister down at the University of Georgia. Her sister loved him, even after the whole senator mess, and if Sandra trusted him after all of that so would she.

As promised, the next chapter is here. The third one may come out tomorrow, it all depends on how busy I am even though its my day off ;-;

Anyways, please leave me some reviews or pms letting me know how you like the story so far. I love to hear feed back and any thing you want out of the story I'll most likely throw in so long as it doesn't differ too much from my plan. Also for those who are reading this that also reads my Jurassic Park fic, I'll make the effort to work on the next chapter tomorrow as well. I promise I'm not letting that fic go, it's just that this one is easier.