Clementine felt as if she had been buried alive. Everything was dark, she couldn't move her arms or legs because something was pinning them to the ground, and she couldn't breathe because something was smothering her now instead of choking her. She tried screaming, but whatever was on top of her was muffling the noise she was making. Panic racked Clem's mind as she felt helpless.

Without warning, the darkness lifted, revealing a blurry night sky. Clementine started gasping for air as she felt whatever was crushing her disappear suddenly. She started stretching her arms, then her legs, feeling a sense of relief as she could move again. Slowly she sat up, still feeling light headed, as if she was in a dream almost. As she looked up she saw a blurry figure standing over her.

Clem panicked. She spun around and started crawling towards her gun as the person started shouting something to her she couldn't understand. She grabbed hold of the pistol, but immediately another pair of hands started prying it from her grip.

"No! No! No!" chanted a disoriented Clementine as she desperately tried to hold onto the gun. Despite her bests efforts, the gun was ripped from her hands. Clem fell onto her back and threw her arms in front of her face in a desperate attempt to protect herself. "Please… please don't kill me!" begged a hysterical Clem.

"Snap out of it." Clem recognized that voice. She moved her arms and saw someone familiar standing over her. "It's just me, okay?"

"Nick?" Clementine looked up at the young man. He had her gun in his hand and a worried look on his face. "What… what happened?" asked Clem, utterly confused.

"I… I shot the guy attacking you." Clem turned her head and saw the lifeless body of the man in gray, a significant portion of his forehead missing. "He fell right on top of you. So I pulled him off," explained Nick. "What was he doing to you?"

"I… I was going to die," muttered a shell-shocked Clementine. "He… he was killing me." This revelation seemed to disturb Nick almost as much as Clementine herself.

"Jesus Christ," Nick muttered to himself as he tucked Clem's pistol into his waistband. "Are you okay?"

"I… I guess so," answered Clem. "I just—"

"Greg, come back," cackled a familiar voice from the direction of the man in gray. Looking at his corpse, Clem noticed the radio on his hip. "Greg, we heard a shot. You get that damn girl Consuelo won't shut the fuck up about?"

"Oh fuck, it is George," realized a terrified Nick. "What happened?"

"They've got everyone tied up at the lodge, except Matthew," reported Clem.

"How many?"

"There were four at the lodge. And outside was this man, and some woman."

"Shit, that means there's at least five left," muttered Nick.

"What do we do?" Nick didn't answer, his face almost blank.

"Greg! Pick up you piece of shit!"

"We… we gotta do something," said Nick, his voice shaking. "They're gonna come looking for us, but, maybe I can get a jump on them. If we go back now, maybe I can get them from a distance. It's dark, and they wouldn't be able to see me too well."

"They turned on some big light when they came in," said Clem.

"Probably the headlights from the truck they came in," explained Nick. "That'll make it easier for me to spot them. If they don't see us, then maybe I got a chance. You okay to walk?"

"Yeah, I can walk," answered Clem as she stood up.

"Keep your eyes open." The pair headed back towards the lodge, slowly negotiating back through the woods, afraid if they moved too quickly they would give themselves away. As the lodge came into sight, Nick held up his hand, indicating Clem to halt.

"Okay, do you think you could be my spotter?" whispered Nick.

"Spotter?" asked Clem.

"Just, keep a lookout. Okay?" clarified Nick. "I can't see much when I'm looking through the scope, so you need to watch my back. If you see something coming, you need to tell me." Nick handed Clementine his binoculars. "And if you see any of them, tell me where. You can handle that, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Nick took little comfort from that answer.

"All right, let's do this." The pair marched forward, stopping near a big tree at the edge of the forest. Looking out, Clem could see a large box truck parked outside the front door of the lodge, its headlights illuminating the parts of the interior Clem could see through the windows.

"Okay, stay alert," instructed Nick in a quiet voice. "Those gunshots have been drawing out lurkers." Clem looked through the binoculars at the lodge, searching the big windows for any sign of the others.

"You sure they're in there?" asked Nick as he looked through his scope.

"Maybe they left?"

"Not for good. No way they'd leave a truck behind."

"Last I saw, they had everyone in the corner, near the front door."

"All right. Maybe we can—" Someone stumbled by one of the windows. "Pete!"

"You sure?" Clem asked Nick.

"Yeah. Maybe he got loose. Or…" Clem watched as George moved in front of the window. "This is it! If I can get George—" George hoisted Pete off the ground by his collar and slammed him against the window. "Shit, Pete's blocking the shot."

"He knows we're here," concluded Clem.

"No. The fucker's torturing him." Clem watched as George started beating Pete with his own pistol.

"Why... why's he's doing that?"

"Like he needs a reason." Nick knelt down and steadied his aim. "But I've got the shot, as soon as he drops Pete. Just keep a lookout." Clem lowered the binoculars and surveyed her surroundings. She didn't see anything in front of the lodge, or through any of the windows. Looking back into the forest though she could hear something off in the distance. Using the binoculars she could see someone in the distance approaching.

"I think someone is coming." Clem watched closely and saw whoever it was seemed to be shuffling around in a very familiar fashion. "It's a walker."

"How far?" asked Nick without looking up.

"I don't know. Kinda far, I guess," answered Clem.

"I'll get it in a second," stated Nick. "If he hears a shot now, George will know to keep away from the windows." Clementine watched as the walker drew gradually closer. Before long she found it easier to see without the binoculars than with them.

"Nick, it's coming right for us," whispered a nervous Clementine.

"Just give me a few more seconds," demanded Nick, his voice dripping with anxiety. "George is gonna let up any second. And then, he's dead." Clem saw sweat rolling down Nick's face. Looking back to the walker, she saw it was probably less than twenty feet away now, and getting closer. Clementine noticed her gun sticking out of Nick's waistband. She was about to grab it, when she spotted Nick's knife.

Considering what Nick said about a gunshot tipping off George, Clem carefully removed Nick's knife without disturbing him and moved towards the walker. It was on the short side, so Clem figured she could get it in the eye. She gripped the knife with both hands, ready to strike as the walker loomed over her. Remembering what Pete said about being faster, Clem lurched forward and thrust the blade at the walker's head.

The blade pierced the walker's cheek at an odd angle, missing most of the skull. Clem hastily tried to pull the knife out and instead pulled the whole walker down, pinning herself to the ground on her back. She tried pushing the walker off with the knife, but it sank in up to the hilt. Clem screamed in terror as the horrid corpse started snapping its jaw inches away from her face, jerking the hilt of the knife about despite the girl's best attempts to hold it still.

A gunshot ripped through the side of the walker's head, allowing Clem to escape from under it. She scurried back to her feet to find Nick holding her pistol. He quickly tossed it aside, grabbed his rifle and fired.

"Shit!" Nick cocked the rifle while Clem grabbed the binoculars. "He heard that shot. If you weren't—" Clementine watched as Pete lunged at a wounded George. He wrested the gun out of George's hand and took aim. A shot sounded and blood spattered onto the window, but not in the direction Pete was aiming his gun at.

"What happened? Did Pete just—" The sound of Nick firing again nearly deafened Clem. It was immediately followed by another shot in quick succession. "What are you doing!" shouted Clementine.

"That son of a bitch bastard!" rambled a frenzied Nick. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him!" Clementine flinched as Nick fired off another shot.

"Stop it!" ordered Clem.

"I've got to stop him. I…" Nick took aim at the front of the lodge as something emerged from inside. "Come on asshole. Give me an opening." Clementine looked through the binoculars and saw as Walter was being led out of the building at gunpoint by Byron. He took great care to stay hidden behind Walter, using the man as a human shield.

"Come on you fat fuck!" taunted Nick. "There ain't anyone big enough to cover your giant ass!" Carlos was next, held hostage by a man in red Clem didn't recognize. Then Sarah, held by the short older woman George called Maude. All three pairs were heading towards the truck. "Come on!" Clementine watched in horror as she saw George emerge next, using Christa as a shield. "Bout fucking time." Nick cocked his rifle.

"No!" yelled Clementine. "They'll kill her! You'll get everyone killed!"

"I'll get George killed. That's what I'm going to do." Clementine dropped the binoculars and grabbed the barrel of the rifle.

"Let go goddammit!" ordered Nick as he tried to pull the rifle out of Clem's grip.

"You've got to stop!" screamed Clem. "They'll kill everyone else if you don't!"

"They already killed the only person I care about." A near hysterical Nick pulled the rifle free from Clem's grip and took aim. Clementine hit the dirt and found her pistol lying right in front of her.

"Stop it!" ordered Clem in a shaky voice as she grabbed her gun.

"Make me!" retorted Nick.

"I'll shoot you!" asserted Clementine as she took aim at Nick. "I swear I will!"

"Go right ahead." Clementine couldn't tell if Nick didn't believe her or he actually wanted to die. She watched in despair as he took aim at George and Christa. Clementine put her finger on the trigger, but she couldn't force herself to pull it. Instead she looked out as everyone was being corralled towards the truck.

"Don't shoot!" yelled Clementine at the top of her lungs as she ran out from cover and right towards the lodge. "Don't shoot! We give up! Just don't shoot!" Clem watched as everyone froze as Clementine approached. "Don't shoot!" repeated Clem as she tossed her gun towards the lodge.

"I heard a rifle before!" yelled Byron. "Where is it?"

"Where's Nick?" bellowed George as he jabbed his gun's barrel into the side of Christa's head.

"He's just up there!" answered Clementine.

"This is a trap, it's gotta be!" yelled the man holding Carlos. Clementine watched as everyone took their guns off their hostages and aimed at her instead. Clementine stood there, paralyzed by fear as she saw everyone prepared to kill her.

"She's just a distraction." George cocked his gun.

"No!" yelled Clementine. "Please don't! Just—"

"Don't shoot!" Clementine turned to see Nick heading in her direction, holding his rifle over his head. "Don't shoot," repeated Nick as he tossed the gun aside. "I give up." Nick dropped to his knees right beside Clementine, his hands on his head.

"Consuelo," called George. "Tie these fuckers up." Clementine watched as a familiar woman approached. She had a small shotgun and a bloody rag on her right hand where her thumb should be. Looking up at her face, Clementine saw the vicious anger bubbling over in the woman's eyes, just before seeing the butt of that shotgun in her face.