With Carver and Troy towering over them, one with an AK and the other with a revolver and Carley pleading with scared eyes, Lee stands up, puts his hand up and walks toward the three, standing next to Carley. They stare longingly into each other's eyes, whole heartedly missing one another. The group in front of him is in shock at the scene before them.

"The way I see it… we don't have a choice. They'll kill all of us if we don't surrender. So.. Let's surrender. Everyone. Come out and give up."

Christa stands up and grits her teeth, Carver's gun aimed at her. "You can't be serious. Lee Everett, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Christa, stop fighting this. We lost." He speaks, his voice firm but quiet.

"It's not over yet!" She rebels.

"Yes. Yes it is." She closes her eyes, growling as she stands up and slowly joins them. Chuck and Ben hesitantly follow her. Molly tries to object, but.. She's muffled.

Troy gets behind Lee and tries to bind him, but obviously can't. "Uh, Bill, the hell am I supposed to do? He's got a nub." Carver walks up to Lee, his back to the others. Troy aims at them. Carlos stands up with Sarah and joins the group, holding her close to protect her.

"You're their leader, huh?" Carver questions, once again only inches away from him.

"Yeah.. I am." He whispers back.

"You'll sit with me in the truck, then. You won't need bindings. I trust you not to get your people killed."

"Fine."

Troy picks up Molly and shoves her into the surrendered survivors, causing her to stumble until Carley catches her, hissing at the pain in her leg.

"Can we please take off her gag?" Carley asks Carver. He nods.

"Go ahead." Lee rips off the gag from her face.

"Ugh! You idiot, what the hell?" She antagonizes her leader, fury in her eyes. Lee furrows his brows.

"Molly: Shut up. There's no fighting this. We have too much to lose." Before she can reply, Chuck cuts in.

"Lee's right. We'd be dead if we had fought back. Think about it."

She rolls her eyes and groans. "Fine, everyone else better get the fuck out of here then and show yourselves!"

Sarita and Duck slowly walk downstairs, hands raised. Carver smirks. Carley, Chuck and Molly are in shock. "Duck?! Is that you?" The reporter asks.

"H-hey guys… You're okay, right?" Duck answers, walking up to the rest of the survivors. Sarita gets down to comfort Walter as he weeps.

"Relatively." Chuck mutters, looking sadly at the corpse on the ground.

"You can talk later. Where are the others? Rebecca, get out here, now."

"Come on, oldie, get up."

"Fuck YOU! You monstrous pieces of filth, I'll fucking end you!" Walt cries, turning around to attack Troy. Before he can, Sarita pulls him back.

"Walter, please, no! You'll only get yourself hurt!"

"Let go! I need to kill them, Sarita, I need to kill them all!"

Troy chuckles before slamming his weapon into the pudgy man's belly. He doubles over onto his knees and clutches his wound before getting kicked in the face and knocked out cold. Sarita gets down to tend to him before being cuffed by Johnny. "No! Stop it!"

"Just simmer down. It'll be over soon." The long haired soldier demands, yanking her up to her feet. Troy helps Walter up and cuffs him too. He smacks him in the face to wake him up, which works.

"Be-fucking-have and I won't have to hurt anyone else. Okay?"

"Rebecca! Our baby deserves to be raised in a place of safety! Come out now!"

"Rebecca, Luke, Nick, Pete, everyone: come out. We've.. We've lost." Carlos calls, holding a trembling Sarah. From upstairs comes down Nick and Pete. Carver widens his eyes when he sees Pete in a wheelchair. He walks up to the man after giving Nick a creepy smile.

"Peter.. What the hell happened here?"

"I was bit at that scene at the river. You know what you did."

"They were scavengers in my way. You know how it is outside the walls. Look where you are now, after all. I assume I won't have to bind you. So gimme your gun." Carver holds his hand out, waiting. Nick doesn't have a weapon, but Pete slowly hands over his own pistol to the dictator. "Better. Line up with the others. Is Rebecca up here?" Nick and Pete don't say anything as they move forward and join the others. Nick spares Molly a glance before looking back down at his uncle.

Bill walks upstairs, handing Sam's leash off to Shawn. Justin, Johnny, and Troy aim their weapons at the group whilst Sam barks in the direction of the second floor. He of course finds Alvin, holding his gun up to Bonnie's head, quivering. Bonnie tries to speak whilst she struggles out of grasp, but the teddy bear of a man holding her is too strong. Rebecca fearfully stands behind him. Bill aims his gun at Alvin.

"Fuck off, Bill. We're done." Alvin barks.

"Alvin, stand down, that's an order!" Pete shouts.

"I'm done running. This is my baby, my wife, my family. Not yours."

"This is crazy.." Nick mutters.

"Holy shit!" Ben yelps.

"Mind your own fuckin' business down here!" Troy demands, keeping the peace.

"Rebecca, Rebecca, sweetie, my god. How do we keep ending up in this petty drama?"

"Fuck you, Bill! You think this shit is funny?"

"I think it's comical that you think I'd fall for sweetheart Alvie shooting a woman in cold blood. I doubt he could shoot a deer in the woods. Hand over Bonnie or I'll shoot you dead. You know I will."

The back door to the lodge opens, distracting both men. Clem, Kenny and Luke walk inside, with Kenny dropping his gun at the door. "We surrender, don't kill anyone el- Alvin!" Luke gasps.

"No!" Clem exclaims, holding her hand out. Justin approaches them, gun raised. He cuffs Luke, then Clem. Kenny folds his arms.

"No way, he'll kill Alvin!" Kenny defies. Justin rolls his eyes.

"None of your business, redneck."

"Fuck you, buddy!"

"Kenny, please!" Sarita yells between sobs. Kenny catches her desperate, sad glance and relents, holding his hands behind his back.

"...Alright." Justin cuffs him.

Upstairs, Carver threatens, "Alvin, you take that shot and you die."

"I take this shot and a treacherous bitch dies. Then I shoot you and go down standing, instead of letting myself die kneeling." Rebecca realizes suddenly that Bill is serious. She pulls her husband's sleeve by the elbow lightly.

"Alvin.. Maybe we should just.. Let her go."

He turns to face her slightly. "What? Becca, no, this is our life!"

"Exactly. I don't.. I don't want you to die. Just.. let her go." Her voice nearly breaks.

Alvinsighs, pushes Bonnie forward and she falls down on her face. Carver doesn't move. "Guns, down, now. Both of you. Two seconds or I shoot him." They throw their guns down simultaneously. Bill walks up to Alvin and pistol whips him, breaking his glasses. He clutches his face and howls before Carver punches him in the throat and cuffs him while he's down. He then approaches Rebecca, who shouts for her husband and cuffs her too.

With everyone in the facility ready to go, Carver unbinds Bonnie and gives her a firearm before rounding up his men to get them outside. They all walk like lambs to the slaughter towards a big truck just outside of the lodge's radius into the woods where Tisha is keeping the truck warm.

Carver uncuffs Carley. "Get in the front. Me, Carley, Lee and Tisha will sit up front, everyone else in the back."

"But, Bill.. we have a capacity problem. That's 22 people all crammed into that space."

"Make it work, Shawn. Have people sit on the floor. They're binded, they can't do much."

"..I guess not."

"He's just scared he'll have to sit with the big boys alone."

"Shut it, Troy. Let's get this over with." After a few minutes of cramming, the back door closes and Lee is pulled into the back passenger seat by Carver, sitting next to Carley. Carver slams his own door shut and the truck starts to drive away.

Episode 2

A House Divided