Season 2-3:
Lee
"What're you lookin' at?" Daryl inquires. I look over my shoulder to find him standing behind me, then back down at the map of Savannah below me. "Clary?"
"Just… just a map," I say softly.
"Clary, honey, are you okay?" Lori asks from where she sits on the couch beside Carol, one hand on her bulging belly. Hershel says that she's due soon, within the next two to three weeks. "You've been quieter than usual since we neared Savannah."
I don't reply, instead still concentrating on the map. Finally, I find the Marsh House. We're on the outskirts of Savannah, clear across town from it. I can make it, though. You can do it, Dix. You can cross the city by yourself. I decide my route, nodding to myself as I memorize it. I grab my gun, getting my gear together.
"Clary?" Carol questions. "What're you doing?"
"I've got business I gotta take care of," I reply stoically.
"What kind of business?" Beth inquires.
"Not yours," I mutter.
"Clary," Lori scolds.
"You ain't my momma. You don't get to yell at me."
"Clary," Carl echoes, crossing his arms. "Don't talk to my mom that way. Or to Beth."
"I know, I'm sorry," I say, tightening my holster around my thigh. "I'm just a little on edge. Being this close to Savannah, knowing the shit that went down here. I'm strung out. I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Lori says.
"It's alright, I understand," Beth says. She gives me a small smile, which fades as she adds, "It might not be any of my business, but what did go down in Savannah?"
"Some pretty heavy shit," I say. "I didn't see it. I wasn't there for it, but Clem… Clementine told me what happened that night."
"Clementine?" Carl asks. "You mean that little girl? What happened?"
I shake my head. "I'd rather not talk 'bout it."
"So what're you talking care of?"
"Lee," I say, straightening as I puts my crossbow on my shoulder. "I've gotta take care of Lee, okay? Clementine told me where he is. I'm gonna… I've just… I gotta go."
"Give me a second to get my stuff," Glenn says. "I'll come with you."
"No. Just me. It has to be me."
"Heading into a city? By yourself? Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I've done it before. So have you. I'll be back by dark, okay?" I start out the door. "I'll be okay."
To be honest, I wasn't planning on pretending to be Batman today, but it happened anyway.
A light breeze blows my hair as I stand on a rooftop, looking across the city. Thunder rumbles in the dark clouds overhead, but it's not raining. Not yet, at least. In the distance, I can see a hospital. Just beyond that, the waterfront. That's where I need to get to, past the hospital but not quite to the waterfront. I strap my crossbow across my chest, then make sure to strap my gun into my holster. The last fucking thing I want is to lose my gun while I'm booking it across this walker infested city. I still don't know how in the holy hell Clementine got out, shaken as she was after Lee's death.
"Alright, you got it," I say to myself, stretching. I jump up and down, loosening up. "You got this. It's parkour time, motherfucker."
I take off, jumping from the edge of the building to the roof of the next one over. I don't stop moving, not until I reach the building across from the Marsh House. I take a minute to catch my breath, my hands on my knees as I watch the street below. The street is mostly clear, save for a few stragglers. They'll be no problem to take out. I spot my target down the street, an abandoned store. "Eosé Jewelry Store," I read. "That's gotta be it. It's the only jewelry store 'round here."
I climb down from the rooftop, keeping my back pressed against the wall as I near the edge of the alleyway. I draw my knife, looking down at the broken convex mirror to see out into the street. I see something moving, something that's not a walker. I keep my knife in one hand, drawing my gun with the other. I spin, raising my gun as I step out of the alley. "Who the fuck are you?" I demand.
The person in the orange hoodie turns to face me, pulling down the hood to reveal blonde hair. She takes off her mask, raising the ice pick in her hand. "Who are you?"
"I asked you first. Now answer!"
"Name's Molly."
"Dixon. Clary Dixon."
"No shit. Clementine mentioned you," Molly tells me. "Oh, shit! Look out!"
I turn just as a walker appears behind me, dropping my gun as I throw up a hand to push it back. I kick its legs out, and it falls on its back. I drive my knife into its head, grabbing my gun and putting it in my holster. I turn back to find Molly taking off down the street, taking out any walkers in her way. "Molly!"
She kicks a walker to the ground, killing it, before turning back to me. I run up to her, whispering, "How do you know Clementine?"
"I met her when she was in the city with the others," Molly tells me. "Left the next morning. I'm not a people person."
"So… you're not with Omid, Christa, and Clem? You haven't seen her since?"
"No, why? And what about the others? What's his name, her dad? Er, adopted dad? The college kid?"
"Lee's dead. I ain't got a clue 'bout the college kid. Don't even know who you're talkin' 'bout."
"What 'bout the depressed dude with the mustache?"
"I'm guessin' you mean Kenny?"
"Sounds about right."
"Probably dead. The only people I saw were Omid, Christa, and Clem. Those are the only people Clem said were with her." I suddenly remember everyone that I didn't see with Clementine. Katjaa, Duck, Lilly, Carley, Larry. God, all of her people, except for the two that took her in. "My god, she lost her entire group."
"Look, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of this damn street," Molly hisses. "The geeks are gonna be starting to notice us soon."
"Go," I tell her. "I've got business to take care of." I look up at Molly as she turns to run off. "Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Nice meetin' you. And cool ice pick."
"Nice meeting you. Nice pun. Cool crossbow."
Molly scrambles up a ladder, taking off along rooftops as she returns to wherever it is she calls home. On the other hand, I start down the street, knife in hand, as I search for an entrance to Eosé Jewelry Store. When I finally find one, I have to brace myself. I don't want to see Lee dead, but I have to. I have to see his body because I have to be the one to end it.
Just like Clementine said, I find a walker handcuffed to a radiator in the jewelry store. He's not moving, but I can see that no one has put him down yet. "Oh, Lee," I say softly. "Oh, I'm sorry." He stirs at my words, reaching up towards me with what remains of his left arm. "I'm sorry this happened to you."
I slowly draw my knife, stepping towards Lee. I reach around him, closing my eyes as I put my knife through the back of his head. I toss it aside when he slumps against me, finally at rest. I wrap an arm around Lee, holding him. "Lee," I whisper. "Rest now. You didn't deserve this. It's alright, it's all over."
I release him, pushing myself back until my back hits the wall opposite from him. "I saw her again," I tell Lee's body. "Clementine. She's still with Omid and Christa. Your girl kicks ass, Lee. You raised her good. And I know you weren't her real dad, and I know who you are, Lee Everett… but you did good by that little girl." I wipe my eyes. "God, please don't let this be real. Please, don't really be dead, Lee. Clementine needed you. She still needs you, even if she is a little tough ass."
I get to my feet, standing over Lee. I look down at the dead walker near him wearing a security guard uniform. I kneel, digging in its pockets as I try to find the keys for the handcuffs, retrieving my knife at the same time. When I find the keys, I kneel next to Lee, unlocking the handcuff around his wrist. "You started this in handcuffs and ended it the same way, huh?" I question, shaking my head. "Oh, you didn't deserve any of this." I sigh. "I shoulda said goodbye when I had the chance."
I get up, starting to walk out through the office exit. I pause, turning to look back at Lee. "Goodbye, Lee Everett."
