The next morning, Lee and Clementine were on their way to the stream with Pete and Nick, they were going fishing, as Pete had said the previous night. They had left early, too, before some of the group had even woken up.

Pete, Lee, and Clementine had gotten tired of waiting on Nick, so they had continued on without him. The men were carrying rifles, while Clementine had her gun tucked away just in case.

"How're you two holdin' up?" Pete inquired. "I heard you got an earful from Rebecca last night. Once she goes off, there ain't no bringing her back."

"What's her problem?" Lee asked with a frown. "She doesn't seem to trust us, even if we know Carlos and Lilly."

"Well, she's got a lot on her mind lately. Bringing a baby into a world like this?"

Clementine changed the subject. "How far are these fish traps?"

"It ain't much further," Pete said as they continued to walk. He then turned to Lee. "I suppose since Sarah knows how to shoot, Clementine does too?" he inquired.

Lee nodded. "I taught her myself."

"Good," Pete nodded. "That's important nowadays," he added as they passed an old barbed wire fence. "Nick was about the same age as you, Clementine, the first time I took him hunting," he told her as a matter a fact. "Came across this beautiful 13-point buck just standing there."

"What happened?" Clem asked.

"The boy takes his rifle, lines it up like he's supposed to...and then I hear him start whinin'. He says, 'I can't do it, Uncle Pete, don't make me shoot it.'" Pete continued his story.

"Really?" Clem inquired once more.

Pete only smiled.

"Hey!" Nick called, catching up to them. "Why didn't you wait?"

"You want us standin' around while you piss on a tree?" Pete asked, shrugging. "You know where the river is, boy."

He then continued walking, and kept on with the story. "Anyway, so I go to grab the gun out of his hand before this big buck runs off, then BANG! The gun fires. Boy nearly gut shot me. And then of course the buck gets away."

"What are you goin' and tellin' 'em this shit for?" Nick reprimanded.

"I'm only trying to let them know that it's nothin' personal with you," Pete replied.

"Why are you always giving me a hard time?"

"Because you're always giving everyone else a hard time."

"Let's just get to the river," Lee interjected, trying to break up the argument between uncle and nephew.

"You're always trying to embarrass me!" Nick whined.

"You're doing a good enough job of that on your own," Pete retorted. Nick said nothing, only shoulder checking Pete and walking in front of the group. "Leaving us again?" Pete questioned.

"I know where the fucking river is!" Nick almost yelled, and they watched while he walked away.

Pete shook his head. "Anyway, I found that buck later in the season. Shot it right in the neck, and brought it to my sister's, figuring she'd want to freeze some of it. Nick didn't talk to me for weeks." He chuckled lightly and continued to walk, nearing the river by now. "Sometimes you gotta play a role, even if it means the people you love hate you for it," he added.

"That's true," Lee agreed.

"Then you should tell him that," Clementine suggested. She didn't know why Nick was so angry all the time, but there had to be a good reason for it. She contemplated on asking Pete, but figured now wasn't the best time.

"UNCLE PETE!" Nick yelled.

Pete, Lee, and Clementine ran to where he was standing, Pete calling for his nephew in a concerned voice. They stopped and finally saw what he was looking at.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Pete muttered.

There, along the river, was an alignment of dead bodies. All of them appeared to have been shot multiple times, and Lee, Clementine, Nick, and Pete looked on in shock. Pete walked over and poked one of the bodies with his rifle.

"Full of holes," he noted.

"Who do you think did this?" Lee asked, disgusted.

"Not sure yet, but it ain't your average gang of thugs, that much I know," Pete answered.

"Think about it," Nick spoke up. "You're Carver, what do you do?"

"Who's Carver?" Clementine questioned.

They ignored her once more, which only agitated her. Obviously Carver was an enemy not to be spoken of. "Check the ones over there, will ya?" he asked Nick.

"On it," Nick nodded.

"I'll come with you," Lee offered, "Clem, stay close to Pete."

"Be careful," Pete chided. "Some of 'em might still be moving."

They inspected the bodies one by one, and Lee knew that there was something off about these people. "These people look familiar to you, Clem?" he asked, looking over at the little girl. She only nodded.

"I thought so..." he trailed off. "These were the bandits!"

"Bandits?" Pete asked.

"They attacked us and made us get separated from our friend and his daughter."

"Is that right? Goddamn..." Pete shook his head. He stood up and looked around. "This wasn't no rinky-dink pissin' match."

"What was it, then?" Nick inquired.

Pete frowned. "FUBAR."

He started over across the shallow end of the river, where there were more bodies, directing Clementine to go with him.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Nick nearly demanded.

"Gotta check the rest of 'em."

"What?! Why?!"

"Calm down and think about it, son!" Pete only told him as he got across.

"If someone's alive, they could tell us who did this, maybe tell us where our friend is!" Lee added.

"This is a dumb idea!" Nick complained.

"You know, Nick, I don't like this either, but one day you're gonna have to realize a simple truth!" Pete scolded.

"What, that you're an asshole?" Nick shot back.

Pete didn't hesitate. "That nobody in this world is going to give a goddamn whether you like something or not! You gotta grow up, son!" he yelled.

Lee sighed, he made a mental note to ask Carlos or Lilly about these two later.

"Whatever," Nick said and walked away.

"Come on, Clem," Pete said, guiding her across the river. "We gotta keep look out. Whoever did this might still be out there."

"I'm on it," she said with a nod.

"Be careful, Clementine," Lee chided.

Pete marched over to an impaled walker with Clementine following behind. "They're all the same, all shot to pieces. Hopefully this isn't anyone you know."

Clem took a look, and luckily, the walker wasn't familiar. "No."

"Good," Pete answered. He stepped on the walker's neck and speared it in the head. "You check that one over there. Some of 'em might still be movin'."

Clementine obliged, taking a few steps forward, when she stopped dead in her tracks. She noticed her backpack laying there next to one of the bodies, confirming that these were indeed the bandits who had tried to rob them.

A cough made her gasp out, and she turned to her right. One of the bandits was still alive!

"You were in the woods with us..." she trailed off, realizing just who this man was. "What happened to the man with the baby? What'd you do to him?" she questioned hastily. "Please tell me, TELL ME," she begged, wanting to know where Omid was.

"Please..." the man rasped, reaching to the backpack. "Water..." he barely managed to get out. Clementine refused him the water though. Why should she help him? Hell, he could have killed Omid and Genevieve for all she knew. So she zipped up her backpack, and stood up; that's when Pete yelled out.

"ARRGGGG!" he screamed, causing Clem to look over at him.

Lee had shot a walker that had been crawling towards Pete, saving the older man's life. Pete was crouched onto the ground now.

"PETE!" Nick yelled, rushing over.

"I'm fine, just...lost my footing!" Pete assured him.

"You sure you're alright?" Lee asked quickly. "You're not bit, are you?"

Pete inspected himself, then lifted up his ankle. Luckily, there was no bite, but his ankle was beginning to swell a bit. "No, I'm not, thank God. I-"

"Shit! Lurkers!" Nick yelled, shooting one that was approaching him. Lee ran over to Pete, and began assisting him in shooting the walkers that were approaching the stream.

"CLEMENTINE! Go over to Nick, now!" Lee yelled.

The little girl didn't hesitate to listen to Lee, and ran over to Nick's side of the river like she was instructed to. Walkers were beginning to make their way towards both of the groups. Lee stuck on one side with Pete, and Clementine and Nick stuck on the other side. There was no way they'd be able to fight off all the walkers with as little ammo as they had, so they were separated from one another once more.

"We have to go!" Clementine yelled.

"NICK!" Pete yelled, as his nephew shot some more walkers. He and Clementine were starting to become cornered, so they had no other choice but to run.

"They'll be fine!" Lee shouted, although he was worried for Clementine as well. "We gotta get the fuck outta here!"

At that, Pete began to limp away as fast as he could, with Lee on his trail. Even with Pete's twisted ankle, they seemed to be able to outrun the walkers. Now they just needed to find the others and get back to the cabin.