So last night was the finale of Clementine's story. I won't spoil anything here but... damn. What a rollercoaster. Thank you telltale, for all the amazing games. And thank you skybound, for seeing it through to the end. The rest of this story is for you. (Also be warned this chapter is a bit shorter than normal, because it's kinda just a set up for the next chapter. still, hope you enioy.)

"Do you have to do that EVERY time you go out shooting?" Andre asked.

Eric sat on a small chair in the corner of the room they were staying at the shelter. He had all of his magazines laid out onto the small table set next to him. He was taking the magazines and loading them up with bullets Bear had given him.

Eric looked at Andre. "Yeah. I do. We've got to keep the magazines loaded at all times, in case we gotta use them. I know it takes a long time but it's necessary."

Eric looked back down at the magazine and began to load it more. "Why don't you go outside and play with the other kids? Who knows, you might just make some new friends?"

Andre got a disgusted look on his face. "Gross. No."

"Why not?"

"There's only two groups of people who are my size. One of them is the boys, I've tried talking to some of them but they don't like any of the same things I like. So I didn't want to be their friend.

"The other group is the girls. And they're... well..."

Eric put down the loaded magazine, and picked up another empty to one to start it.

"They're what?" Eric asked.

"Girls are... icky."

Eric laughed just a bit at Andre's remark.

"Icky? Trust me little dude, there will come a time when you'll want to hang out with girls more than your actual friends. It hits all of us at some point."

Andre shook his head. "Not me. I will NEVER get that disease."

Eric just smiled and continued loading the magazine. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

Eric and Andre were silent for a while, the only noises coming from Eric loading his magazine and people from outside talking to one another. Andre spoke again after a few minutes.

"Eric? Is this where we live now?"

"No. In fact, we might be leaving pretty soon. When we found those guns at the cabin a few days ago, I talked with Bear about us taking some on our roadtrip. He'll give us guns, food, and gas for the drive. We'll be pretty set."

"I can't wait to see mom and dad again. It's gonna be so good to see them again."

Eric frowned, and stayed silent after Andre said that.

"How far is it?"

"Hm?"

"How far is Georgia from here?"

"From here, Warrensburg to Georgia? I'd say about a day."

Andre just looked at the ground and nodded.

While Andre went back to being silent, Eric began to think. Every once in a while, Eric would think about the cabin. More specifically, the man he killed. He was attacking Derek, and maybe would've killed him if Eric hadn't done anything but... Eric had never killed anyone before. It was something he did out of pure instinct, for the safety of his friend. But, could he have avoided taking his life? Maybe if he had rushed over and pulled the man off, no one would have had to get shot.

Then he would think about the girls. All those poor girls trapped in cages, being forced to submit to whatever their captors wanted. It took the trucks three trips there and back, but they finally got every last one out. Most of the women had fallen in with different groups, trying to help out wherever they could, in exchange for being saved from the Devs.

The ones who were too traumatized or mentally unstable to do work stayed in their tents, and had frequent checkups with an ex dialysis social worker. She wasn't exactly a therapist, but as far as Eric could tell, she did a pretty good job. After seeing the traumatized girls, they would sometimes come out of their tents to see their friends.

Eric would think about his parents. His dad was miles away. He wanted to think that maybe, just maybe, he was still out there somewhere, safe, with a group of his own. But in reality, he was most likely one of many in a walker horde by now. And his mom.

Eric found himself thinking more about his mom than he cared to admit. For the last 2 years or so, Eric and his mom really didn't get along that well. Susan always talked about how Eric should be planning ahead for the future, and constantly asked him what he wanted to do, but Eric never really wanted to talk about it.

Eric felt like he should be able to make his own decision, come up with a plan on his own for when he is out of high school, and not have to be under his parent's foot all the time about it. This led to many arguments, and their relationship becoming more and more distant with each one.

Eric before all the walkers and crazy people was cold and cynical towards his mom. Wish she wouldn't always butt into every little mistake he made, always hounding him about his grades, about how he should get a job, apply for colleges, stop messing around with people who were 'bad influences,' the list went on.

But now, all Eric really wanted to do was hug his mom tight, tighter than he ever had, and tell her how sorry he was. About how he'll do his best to make things right in their relationship, and how he'll do his best to be a good example for Andre. But now, his mom was gone, probably dead, and Andre was his only family that he had left.

The hardest part about it all was that his last conversation between him and his mom was an argument. The same argument they would have every single time. She gets mad, he gets mad, they blow up on each other, they don't talk for days, sometimes up to a week. Only this time, he would probably never get the chance to say he was sorry.

Eric's thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

"Knock knock," someone said as the door swung. Amelia walked through.

"Hey, Andre. What are you doing in here, all by yourself? You know there are other kids playing outside, right?"

Andre looked at her and crossed his arms. "I know."

She shrugged. "Your call." She then looked over to Eric.

"Surprised you're awake, sleepyhead. No beauty sleep today?"

Eric chuckled to himself. "Not this time."

Eric put the final magazine back on the table next to him. The only bad thing about not really having any chores to do around the shelter besides take care of himself and Andre was that, there really wasn't much to do. He usually just found himself talking to Andre, Amelia, or Bear to pass the time, when he wasn't out at the range practicing his aiming, or in the spar ring working on his punches.

Amelia kneeled down next to Andre, and nudged him with her shoulder. "I have an important mission for you. Interested?"

Andre turned on his butt in her direction, and squinted at her.

"What is it?"

"I need you to take this to Bear." She pulled out a piece of folded paper from her pocket and gave it to him. "It's inventory taken for the food so we can ration it. Its very important he gets it. Think you can handle it?"

Andre stood up and saluted at her. "Aye, aye, captain. Back in a jif!"

With that, Andre took the paper from her hand and marched out of the room. Amelia looked to Eric. "He's so cute."

"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard from everyone who's ever met him."

Amelia put her hands on her hips. "Dont worry Eric, you've got your share of good looks too." They both laughed a little.

Amelia then grew a somewhat serious look on her face. "Has it.. has it been hard? Looking after him all by yourself through this?"

Eric thought for a second, then shrugged. "The first day, yeah. It was. I honestly thought we would die. We had no where to go, and our only lead was that recording. Which tells us me and Andre had to go to Georgia. When I heard that, I almost lost all hope, there was no way me and Andre would've walked that whole way. But ever since Bear found us, I think we may have a chance after all."

Amelia thought on what he said. Then, she grew an upset look on her face.

"So does... does that mean.. I'm not-" before she could finish, both Eric and Amelia felt a huge vibration in the ground. Then they heard people screaming outside.

"Oh my god. What is that?" Amelia asked, panicking.

"Go find Andre. Get him somewhere safe. I'm gonna go check out what's happening."

Eric grabbed his pistol, loaded one magazine into the gun and strapped the rest on his belt, then ran outside.

The site he came across was brutal. Half the lot of tents was filled with smoke, and bodies could be seen where it was visible.

Eric looked at the smoke to see.. silhouettes? 1.. no, 3? No no, definitely 6 or 7. He began to see more and more outlines of people walking through the smoke and getting closer. Bear and Derek joined Eric at his sides.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Bear asked.

"I have no clue. I just came out myself." Eric replied.

Finally, the silhouettes came out of the smoke, revealing who the figures were. Eric froze up.

It was the man who had captured Eric, and interrogated him in the warehouse. He had a long scar running from the edge of his eye to his earlobe, where the bullet had grazed him during the shootout, and his eye was discolored.

"Hey again, Eric. Miss me, you little shit?"