Please re-read chapter 146 if you haven't already, it has been rewritten

Alvin was never the manipulative type, never a liar or a thief or even really a runner. But between his options of death or removing the only reason to live from his life, he decided that lying to Bill was the only desirable option. He looks at Rebecca for a few more moments, taking a deep breath in before giving Bill a determined look, nodding.

"Fine."

Carver smiles. "I knew you were a smart guy underneath all of those love induced decisions."

"Can I go now? I'm exhausted." Alvin requests. Bill nods.

"Stan should be here to pick you up any minute, so yeah. Just remember: cold, harsh, hate filled, like you don't give a shit about her." Alvin tightens his fists and stands up.

Christa scoffs. "You're really going to go through with this..? Poor Becca. At least you'll live."

Carver turns to her, spinning to face her fully in his chair. "Christa, you tell Rebecca a word about what we just said and you'll be living out the rest of your pregnancy in our solitary confinement wing."

Her face goes pale, eyes widened. "What? How did you-"

"Hey, Alvin." Bill says. Alvin stares at the door.

"What?"

"Look at me," he begrudgingly does so, glaring daggers. "I'm glad you feel this way about me. I don't hate you. I really don't. Our group needs a guy like you, I mean that. A soft, nurturing soul for those who need hope when no one is willing to be optimistic. You're a pure soul, despite your weakness. But now you have the chance to prove your strength to me, or reaffirm my theory that you're as soft as you are dead." For a second, the two are the only two in a black void of darkness. Two men fighting over one woman and their child. For a moment, they both hate each other with a fiery passion, and the next only one holds onto that hatred.

The door clicks open. Stan peers through and locks eyes with Alvin. "Alvin? Ready to go?" The big man slowly walks towards him, following Stan outside of the office. The bearded elite looks at his partner. "Phone me when you want me to take her back too."

"No need, you can take her. Just wait a second." Bill stands up, creeping towards Christa. Her face tells two different stories labeled fear and anger. She grits her teeth and squirms back, heavily breathing as the walls melt around her and Carver's eyes spiral as they meet hers. He strokes her cheek with the back of his hand, slowly guiding himself down to her stomach, where he gropes at her naval. "Mm.. yup. You're pregnant alright. What, a few months at this point?"

"D-don't squeeze so hard, y-you fucker!" She whimpers.

"Alright, easy, girl. You can go. Just know that if you ever need anything.. I'm right here." He seductively pines, taking a few steps back. "Go ahead." Slowly, she stands up, shaking. One foot at a time, she marches towards Stan and Alvin, leaving the tyrant alone with his thoughts. He takes an apple from his desk drawer and takes a bite out of the red, crispy skin, watching the trio march into the pen. He sees Alvin walk right past Rebecca after getting his and Christa's bindings torn off. Christa runs up to Lee and bickers with him about something and all seems to be going to plan. He smirks, closes the blinds and sits down in his chair, contently closing his eyes.

"Would you rather.. Hm.." Nick hums, tapping his stubble covered chin as Molly awaits his response, arms folded on the bench table. "Okay, got it. Would you rather go back in time to when this all began with all the knowledge you have now, or skip to the end of all this but forget everything you learned along the way?"

Molly shrugs, grinning. "Easy, go back. I'd be a pro at life if I knew all the answers. You always do easy ones."

He rubs his wrist. "Coming up with the rather was always the hard part for me. Luke tells me I go too easy on this game."

"He's right." They share a smirk. "Alright, my turn. Would you rather.."

Craaaank

The garage door opens, revealing Christa and Alvin. Stan stands guard as Lee, Pete, Luke and Rebecca advance forward. "Shit.. he didn't kill him. I'm shocked." Nick mutters, standing up with Molly to see what happened. Stan cuts their bindings.

"Alvin! You're okay! Thank goodness!" Rebecca rushes in to give him a hug, but he dodges her and walks away. She's shocked. "Alvin..? What's wrong with you?"

"Hey, you okay, buddy?" Luke asks, following Alvin concerned. The bigger man grabs him by the hem of his shirt and drags him to the beds outside of Bill's view of the pen. "H-hey! The hell?" Stan shrugs at the doorway and slams the garage shut, locking it down before walking away.

"Oh, hey, Alvin, good to have you back!" Reggie greets cheerfully. He does a bit of a double take at the sight of Reggie's arm, but otherwise moves on.

"Uh.. dude?" Danny stands up and follows them, an eyebrow raised. Alvin lets go when he knows they're out of sight and whispers into Luke's ear.

"Carver said if I make Bec hate me, he'd let me live. Tell her I'm only pretending and that she has to play along. You all do."

Luke nods. "I see.. I'll do that." He pats his friend's shoulder and nods.

"Thanks, Luke." He sighs, hands in his pockets as he sits on his bed, deflating mentally. Luke walks away towards Rebecca, Danny watching him go.

"He okay?" Reggie asks as Luke passes him.

"Seems that way." Luke mumbles in response. Danny and Reggie give each other a look. Meanwhile, Lee, Chuck, Molly, Kenny, Nick and Pete surround Christa.

"Christa, you okay? You look a little.. Shaken." Lee asks, trying to reach out for her. She backs away as if she had just witnessed murder.

"O..Omid..?" She huskily questions barely above a whisper.

The group looked between each other, concerned.

"No, darling, it's us. It's me, Kenny, and this here's Lee. What did he do to you?"

"Let's take this one step at a time. Come on, sit down." Chuck grabs her hand, so she shoves him back. Molly gets into a battle stance and everyone at the fireplace looks at her.

She shivers. "D-don't touch! Where's.. How does he know?" She looks at Lee, pupils big and alarmed.

"Know what?" Molly asks. Lee already knows.

"That I'm preg!-.. That I'm pregnant." She whispers, looking around to see if anybody can hear her. Danny and Reggie approach.

"He figured it out." Lee answers confidently.

"J-just like that huh?" She sounds unconvinced.

"When you had that bout of vomiting earlier, yeah. He heard you and put two and two together. I just confirmed it." Lee explains. She gives him a tense look of untrust before Reggie carefully approaches, smiling brightly.

"Hello! You must be one of Lee's friends." She stands behind her leader and holds her arms to herself for protection.

"Something like that.. Who is that?" She points at Reggie, asking Lee. Danny steps up and holds a hand out.

"Hey, hun. I'm Omid, and this is-"

"No! No, no, no! Stop!" She bangs on her head repeatedly, not hard enough to damage herself, just out of pure anguish and runs towards the corner, leaving everyone shocked.

"Hey- what did I say, huh?" Danny yells out as quietly as he can, sucking his teeth in frustration. "Man, I've lost my charm."

"Shit.. what happened to her?" Reggie asks.

"She lost her lover very recently." Chuck answers.

"Oh.. lotta loss around you guys, huh? I'm sorry. Maybe it'd be best if we all just went to bed?" The one armed man suggests. Lee nods.

"Yeah. I'll go help Christa to bed. Kenny, get your family together and get them ready too."

Kenny sighs, looking at Christa. "Sure." He walks back towards Sarita and Duck at the fireplace.

Lee looks down at Pete. "Pete, back me up in case anything happens."

"Alright. Lead the way. Son, get some rest. You can flirt with your girlfriend later." He begins following Lee, Nick and Molly red as tomatoes.

"Girlfriend? Ha, yeah, right, wheelie." Molly jeers, rubbing her cheek.

Nick shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "I fucking hate you, Uncle Pete. Come on."

As Nick leaves for his bed, Molly and Chuck linger. She calls for him. "Hey, Lee.. Be careful with her." He turns around and listens.

Chuck adds, "Molly's right. She's precious cargo physically and emotionally."

Lee nods again. "I know. I got this. Thanks for the warning anyways. Get some rest, guys."

"Will do." The old man says. Lee and Pete approach Christa as she cries to herself, the one with working legs kneeling down to her level. Pete keeps his distance.

"Hey.."

She slowly opens her eyes before putting her hands back over them. "..Lee..? I'm so.. Confused."

Lee looks empathetic towards her. "Me too, Christa. I understand."

She gasps for air a few times before sniffling. "You.. you do?"

He nods. "Yeah. You know I killed my wife's partner before all this. I was wracked with guilt, and this.. Haze of misery destroyed my brain for weeks as I awaited my sentence to be carried out. But I'm still here, years later. My wife was the love of my life and she's gone now too, probably. Carley could have been killed looking to save Chuck, and I held it all together. I know we can get over this, Christa."

"Get over.. What?" She looks at Lee, a nasty look that dares him to come up with a response. He nearly flinched.

"Omid. He died a hero. Let that be it. Let's just leave him with the memories of him, not the.." He trails off as she weeps harder, unsure of what to say next. Pete wheels up next to him and looks down.

"Christa, pull yourself together. Whether you like it or not you have more responsibility in this world than whatever your past was. Your baby, your friends, your life. This Omid guy sounds like a real catch. He'd hate to see you spending the life he gave you crying about him. You're a strong woman, anyone could see that. But it's time to rest now. Give it a rest. Come to bed, please."

After a few moments more of silent sobbing, Christa suddenly stopped all noise. Lee and Pete looked at each other. The fire was slowly fading behind them. "...Give it a rest..?"

"Yes. Please." Pete repeats.

She cries harder, unable to yell above a whisper. "Give my Omid's memory a rest..? He just died..!"

"You've mourned him for a week straight, and there's much more to do. One day at a time, Christa, because this is killing you." Lee sternly but compassionately responds, watching as she nods furiously.

"I know. I know." She swallows.

"So let's clear our minds. Okay?" He stands up and offers his hand. Christa looks up and slowly but surely takes it, standing up herself.

"...Okay."

The fire dims and the prisoners fall unconscious.

Halfway into the night, Clementine hears someone's feet plap against the cement floor. Not a large or heavy sound, just a light tap of soles against flooring. She stirs a bit, curiosity getting the better of her as she peaks up at whatever it could be that's moving. The shadowy figure of a small person with a hood over their head could barely be seen through the darkness. She squints and immediately thinks that that's Becca, the angsty girl who slept across from her.

Choices

A: Ask her what she's doing

B: Stay silent

C: Go back to bed

D: Pretend to wake up and jump out of bed with her

Relationships

Lee: 15/15 (Differences aside, you miss him like crazy)

Carley: 15/15

Christa: 12/15

Molly: 13/15

Chuck: 15/15

Kenny: 9/15

Duck: 15/15

Ben: 14/15

Walter: 6/15

Sarita: 7/15

Luke: 10/15

Pete: 13/15

Nick: 10/15

Carlos: 10/15

Sarah: 12/15

Alvin: 9/15

Rebecca: 10/15

Carver: 7/15

Tavia: 5/15

Stan: 5/15

Shel: 6/15

Becca: 4/15

Bonnie: 7/15

Johnny: 5/15

Shawn: 7/15

Wyatt: 6/10 (You accepted his offer, opening up to him)

Eddie: 6/10

Troy: 2/15

Justin: 6/15

Sam: 5/15