Though she was cleaning the kitchen for hours, Clementine still could not get the revolting odor something was creating from her nose. When she finished sweeping she bagged all the garbage and took it outside. Then she scrubbed the wooden kitchen table as best she could. Dave gave her gloves after completing those tasks. Her next task was the dishes. It seemed that four people wouldn't need thirty plus plates, cups, bowls and utensils. Yet they managed to get them all dirty.
Dave kept going in and out of the bathroom. It occurred to her that she could peak around the house when he was in the restroom. She knew there was always the possibility of getting caught, but getting caught was worth finding an opening.
Dave was two minutes out of the bathroom. Now he was in the kitchen playing cards at the table. She noticed he went to the bathroom more when she glared at him. Clementine needed an excuse to talk to him.
Clem: You people live here. Why is the kitchen this dirty? Why would you leave it like this?
Dave grabbed a few cards off the table and put them in front of his eyes. Even now he was using all the strength he could muster to suppress his desires.
Dave: We all get together every week to clean the kitchen. The bathroom can get worst. If we had found you people yesterday you would have cleaned it.
Clementine needed to carry on the conversation. She needed to find something else to talk about. Nothing came to mind, so she said whatever came to mind.
Clem: What are you doing to my friends? Ever since your people took them I've been hearing someone jumping on the bed.
She didn't even think what she said would faze him. But he crossed his legs and his hands started shaking. He closed his eyes tight and bit his bottom lip harder.
Dave: Damn it dad! Girl, go back to the sink! Now!
Clementine went back to the sink. There were over a dozen pots and pans left for her to wash. She did as told for only a few minutes. When Dave rushed to the bathroom to relieve himself she was free to look around.
Unlike many of the other houses she'd been in, this house only had one story. She needed weapons and there were only so many places they could have hidden them. Clementine kept her fingers crossed. They could have kept the weapons in any room. None of their stuff the strangers took was in the living room area or elsewhere in sight. She took an educated guess and assumed that the weapons wouldn't be in the bathroom. They had a basement, but no one went down there when they came into the house.
Clementine remembered hearing Alan said he was going to bed. If she figure out which room he was in and search it in silence, if she could find a gun at least it would create the opening she needed.
One minute was lost to her already. She knew she didn't have a lot of time left to do what she needed to do. Utilizing the time she does have she crept near a bedroom door. While pressing her ear against it, she heard a noisy bed and sniffling. Clementine thought to herself these men wouldn't hurt her friends and she carried this with her as she moved on to the next door. She listened and it was quiet. Clementine counted to ten with her ear pressed against the door. Still it was as quiet. Going inside was going to be a big risk, but she was prepared to take it.
She twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible. Clementine opened the door wide enough to fit her head through. Inside the room was a man asleep in his bed. With another quick glance inside the room, she found all of her stuff. All of their weapons and bags were piled up on the floor. The strangers had not done anything with them yet. Clementine crouched down and went inside. Right away he began moving so she lowered herself even more and began crawling.
On the floor was a couple of her pistols. Running the risk of arming herself would put everyone in her group in danger and she knew it. She knew they were not in a position to retaliate against the strangers and it would be difficult to conceal multiple weapons in an attempt to arm her friends. She picked up one of her pistols and stuck it in the back of her pants. She loaded the gun herself so she didn't need to check it twice. She felt she didn't need any more than that so she crawled to safety.
Even with stealth her efforts seemed to be in vain. She closed Alan's door behind her and walked back to the kitchen. On the way the bathroom door opened. Dave came out of it, but he didn't see Clementine. He turned toward the kitchen instead of behind him. Clementine followed behind him and formulated an excuse for why she wasn't in the kitchen. While she was thinking, the bedroom door opened beside her. Amber and Domenic were at the door.
Domenic: What the…
Clementine looked at him, but instead of speaking she kept walking. She hoped she didn't need to explain herself. In the kitchen, she came across a baffled Dave. Clementine kept a straight face and walked back to the sink to finish washing the pots and pans.
Dave: Where were you?
Anger came from his lungs and it scared Clementine. However, she did not show her fear. He knew she was up to something and he was aggravated by her silence. With everything going on it became increasingly difficult for Clementine to think of an excuse. Dave began to grow impatient with her.
Dave: Girl, I'm not going to ask you again.
Clem: I have a name.
Clementine turned to face him. She stared at him as if it were a standoff. If he was going to try something she was ready to surprise him.
Domenic: Is everything alright?
Dave: I got it covered.
Domenic: I'm about to take a shower. If you have any trouble just knock.
Amber was holding onto Domenic's arm. She tried not to make eye contact with Clementine. As Domenic went to the bathroom she followed him in. When the door was closed Clementine and Dave went back to their standoff. Dave took the gun hanging from his belt and cocked the barrel back. Clementine slowly moved her hand to her gun just in case things were about to turn for the worst.
Dave: Get back to dish duty. If you cause any more problems I'll kill you. Understand?
Clementine was relieved. In the position she was in it would have been best to avoid a gunfight anyway.
Clem: Understood.
After checking to make sure her gun was properly concealed underneath her shirt she turned around and began busing suds.