"There's a shit ton'a weapons in here!" The man walked over to the pile of junk, sitting over by the right-hand corner of the living room. He picked up a random switchblade laying on the stockpile.

"Dude, I dunno about this. This could someone's shit!" The other man exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"So?" Gregory said, walking over to the stockpile and began filling his backpack with various weapons.

"So!? if this is someone's shit, obviously someone's living here! What if they come back?" Adrian worriedly said.

"Then we'll deal with them." Badger said as he filled his own bag.

"How? By blasting them away? Like you do with every other person?"

"Well, either way; they shouldn't have just tossed all these guns here in plain sight." Mia walked beside Adrian, an understanding look on her face. "It's not our fault if we take them. Whoever left them here shouldn't have left it out here like this."

"Uhh, we're in a house! This is where they lived."

"You know what?" Badger stood up and walked over to the younger man, a still grin on his face. "If you're that worked up about this, why don't you go look for 'em and ask 'hey, can we borrow some of your guns'. Me? I'm taking this shit and you ain't gonna stop me although... you are welcome to try." He began backing up with both his arms wide open, egging the younger man on.

Suddenly, they all heard a door slam open and they turned to see a child with a shotgun pointed directly at them. Nobody said anything for a few moments. The air was thick with so much tension that everyone stood still, unblinkingly.

Clementine quickly analysed the situation. As far as she knew, there were only four people in the house unless she missed somebody outside. Her Ithaca was trained on all four of them.

There was a caucasian woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties holding a rifle. She was wearing a checkered shirt and some jeans. Beside her was a younger man who could've been in his late teens. He looked quite young; wearing a black t-shirt and some faded jeans.

Then her eyes landed upon a bald man. Had a black goatee and a red jacket. He had a holster strapped to his leg. He seemed to be observing her. The last one was an old man, scruffy hair and beard. He was crouched over her pile of weapons. The urgent jealousy was drifting through her veins, seeing that man stuffing his pack with her guns was driving her anger close to the edge. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to her.

"Hey, hey!" Clementine shouted at him, glancing between the others and the old man. "That's my stuff!"

"See!? I told you!" The young man said under her breath.

"Shut the hell up!" The child snapped, silencing him. "You, you-o-over by the guns! If you keep trying to take my weapons, I will kill every single one of you!"

The bald man sneered, turning into laughter. "Kid, do you even know how to use that? Seems'a bit heavy for you, don'cha think?"

She aimed her weapon over to the woman and pulled the trigger. She killed her, blowing shells into her chest.

"HOLY SHIT!" The young man cried out, flinching at the blast of the gun.

Everyone's attention was now on the child, even the old man had his hands up. "Al'right youngin, just... relax. Take a breather," He tried calming her down to no avail.

"You're in my house. Scavenging through my stuff!" In one swift motion, the bald man pulled a pistol and fired at her. She swerved to her left, ducking into cover in the kitchen. As the man kept shooting, the teen cocked the Ithaca before she blind fired behind the wall.

It managed to stop the man from shooting. She didn't hear anybody scream or groaning in agony, she assumed he was still alive. Cocking her weapon, she ran into the living room and she caught the group fleeing the house.

She ran after them, gun still in hand. She bashed the door open with her shoulder and saw that they were still in the yard. She fired shots at the old man, hitting his back. He fell to the ground, letting out a shriek. It was almost humorous actually. The young man looked back and met her eyes. She cocked the gun, scaring him into following the bald man into the woods.

She kept staring at them, making sure they were actually leaving and not planning to fight back. Once she was sure, she made her way down the stairs and started for the old man. He was still alive, layed out on the dirt.

The kid knelt down beside him, watching him die. She locked eyes with him, his back had been mutilated by the blast of the Ithaca. Bits of his spine crooked. "You know what? I told you, I told you to leave and yet, you still thought that... I shouldn't be taken seriously?"

The man was violently convulsing. Sputtering blood from his mouth, she was beginning to feel thrilled. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. The past few weeks everything was so dull, so lifeless. Nothing eventful or exciting happened. It was just her surviving the next day after the next, aside from her hallucinations, walkers were her only form of company.

But now, something new came along. People, scavengers. They looked like bad people to her, they were rummaging through her stuff. Stuff that she found, not them. Perfectly good reason to hunt the last two down. There was a sinking feeling that there was more to them that met the eye but she ignored it.

Maybe they had more people? She couldn't let them escape, they could very well have more people. Another reason why she should go after them.

After the man finally died, she stuck a dagger through his head; also dealing with the woman she killed, in the house. When looking them over, she heard footsteps approach her from behind.

She glanced back and saw her old guardian standing there over by the armrest of the couch with a frown on his face. "Hi, Clementine..."

She turned back at the body of the old man and continued to inspect him. She let out a sigh, "Lee..."

"Am I boring you now?"

"Well... I already know what you're gonna say. You're gonna lecture me and talk about how I shouldn't have done that and all that other bullcrap."

"Actually, I was gonna warn you on what would happen if you go after those men"

"I already know what could happen, I don't need you telling me that it's 'dangerous'." She held up quotations on her fingers. As Lee spoke, not really listening, she came across a mark on the man's neck. A brand, like it had been singed. A sort of circle? With a weird symbol going inside of it.

"Clem?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to answer my question or not?"

The child sighed before getting up, taking the couple of magazine clips she found in the man's pocket. She tossed them over to the sofa and faced her old guardian. "What was your question? I'm sorry I didn't hear it."

The man paused for a moment, analysing her. She didn't seem to care at all, the way she was standing with her arms folded, leaning against the couch. There was probably no point to his question. "Do you care whether you live or die?" He took note of how her body posture tensed up. "Are you looking to die?"

"No." The child sternly responded, her eyes locked onto his. "I'm perfectly fine here! You understand? I'm not trying to die or whatever the hell you think I'm trying to do! Where the hell did you even get that from!?" She waited a few seconds for him to answer to which he didn't and she continued. "You know what? I don't care. You're wasting your own time by being h-here a-a-and I'm not gonna listen! I'm going after them and you ain't gonna stop me!" She began walking over to the stairs to get dressed in better clothing.

"So this is the little girl I raised? Grew up to be a killer?"

As she approached the stairs, she snapped back at the man. "I am not-" She took in a deep breath realizing what she was about to say. Her actions would've entirely contradicted her statement given what had just happened. "Yeah, I am. Do I care about it?" She pointed her herself. "No! I don't! I don't care. At all. That's it, we're done here!"

The child walked upstairs, ignoring her guardian. She opened the door to her room and slammed it so hard that was remarkable how the door frame managed to stay intact.