Clementine looked at Carlos and Duck, both of whom were forced to their knees in front of her because they were the only men in the place, and apparently the woman suspected that they had done something to their "friend".

The girl had an idea what this was all about. The only stranger she had found around was that boy she had killed the day before, and if her suspicions were correct, they were probably talking about him.

And they suspected that one of the men had done it.

Her eyes turned to Rebecca, who, despite having a baby in her arms, was also forced to her knees, where one of the men was standing behind both girls with a shotgun pointed at their heads.

Clementine didn't need much, just a distraction. She was sure that Duck would be able to react as well if she could distract them. The woman didn't have a gun in hand, besides being the weakest, meaning they would have to deal with the men first, after which it would be relatively easy to kill the woman.

- I will ask you in a way that is very easy to understand, and I hope that you will tell the truth. We found a boy in the forest, dead, shot in the head. I want to know who killed him, huh?

The woman asked, opening the medicine bag at her feet and looking at the medicines with an angry expression.

Clementine sighed that her suspicions were correct, and her mind began to think of several ways out of the situation.

All of them being extremely dangerous, and none of them including everyone's life, whatever she tried, one of them would be at high risk of dying. Maybe more.

She, unfortunately, would already have to cut Sarah out of her plans, the girl wouldn't be able to help with anything, which left her, Duck and Carlos to do all the heavy lifting.

It was then that, her golden eyes focused on Carley and Crista who were walking towards the building with a bag on the back of one of the women. As soon as they saw the situation, Crista threw the bag into a random corner, probably in an attempt to hide it, and both she and Carley ducked and started walking silently towards the stairs.

- I don't know what you are talking about. Do you even have any proof that it was us? A boy walking alone through the forest, without a gun and with a fucked up leg. What did you expect to happen? - Duck said in a slightly irritated tone, not intimidated by having a shotgun pointed at his head.

Both he and Clementine had been through this situation so many times that they were no longer shaken.

The man with the tattoo on his head punched Duck in the face, causing the boy to fall to the side due to the force in his fist. But Duck recovered quickly, shaking his head, and then spat a certain amount of saliva, mixed with blood, onto the shoes of the man who punched him.

He became angry and raised his fist again, but the woman put her arms in front of him, preventing him from hurting Duck again.

- You don't seem to understand the situation you are in, kid. Just answer the question, and we'll let the rest of you live, we just want to find out who it was that killed our friend. - She said, and Clementine knew right away that it was just bullshit.

They didn't seem stupid enough to let them live, that much was obvious. Both she and Duck didn't believe a word the woman said, but they kept quiet.

- We don't know anything. We didn't even know there was a dead person nearby. - Carlos said, trying to calm the situation, making the woman look at him with a certain gleam in her eyes.

- Actually, I think I know who did it. - Clementine said loudly, drawing the attention of the three people to herself. The woman stared at her for a while, and then walked toward Clementine.

- Yesterday, before we arrived, we met this woman. Blonde, as soon as she saw me, she pointed a gun in my direction, but when she saw the others approaching, she ran into the forest. After that I heard a gunshot noise. - She said, moving slightly to the side, making the woman's back to the gate, as Crista and Carley just waited for the best opportunity to act.

All eyes were on her, and sometimes she felt very proud of herself for being such a good liar.

The woman stared at her, analyzing her words. The men said something in a language Clementine didn't understand, and they began to talk among themselves. Clementine was assuming that she was telling the men what she had heard.

"Crista, Carley, you better act now" - She thought and took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moments.

Before she acted, she looked strangely at Duck, who widened his eyes, surprised, as he understood the girl's gaze.

In one swift movement, Clementine takes the pocket knife from her pocket and stabs the leg of the man closest to her, walking away soon after.

Duck kicks the legs of the man in front of him, who falls down surprised, accidentally firing his shotgun.

Crista and Carley acted quickly, climbing the last few steps and firing at the men.

Clementine ran to the side and grabbed her pistol. She stood up and aimed at the man Duck had knocked down, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger, watching, almost in slow motion, as the bullet pierced the man's skull, and he hit his head on the ground, dead.

The shooting over, Duck and Carlos stood up, looking relievedly at Crista and Carley, who approached them with guns in hand.

- It's a good thing you showed up, the situation could have gotten really complicated. - Duck said with a slight smile, walking forward and picking up his rifle, placing it on his back and turning around.

The boy's eyes raced across the deck and stopped on a specific point. He let out a surprised groan and his eyes widened.

- Oh shit. - He said softly, and the others turned their heads, looking in the same place as Duck.

Rebecca lay on the ground, a pool of blood had formed just below her chin, and half of her skull had been blown off by the shotgun blast the man had accidentally fired.

Crista immediately ran towards the woman's body, picking up the crying baby in her arms, and was relieved to see that he was safe.

They gathered around Rebecca's body, looking heavily at the dead woman, and in Clementine's case, neutrally.

Her history with Rebecca had not had a very good start, but after a while, the two started to put up with each other's presence, and in a way, even had a friendly relationship.

She felt nothing when she saw the dead woman, it was really a shame that one more person had died, out of all those who succumbed to the horrors of the world, but Clementine would not cry for her.

-... May God be with her. - She said simply, neutrally, and softly. She didn't know much about religion, she just repeated what she heard other people say over time.

- ... We need to bury her body. - Crista said, hugging Alvin tightly against her chest.

Carlos looked at her, nodding his head in silent agreement with the woman.

Clementine looked away, watching Duck with a downcast face. The boy looked at her after a while, a little surprised that the girl was staring at him.

-I think it was my fault, I mean, I was the one who kicked the man who shot her.

He said softly, standing beside Clementine as he watched Carlos and Carley lift Rebecca's body.

Clementine looked at the blood on the deck, thinking about Duck's words.

- It wasn't your fault. You couldn't prevent this, and as you said yourself, the situation could have been much worse. These things happen, unfortunately. - She said, in an attempt to cheer the boy up. Duck looked at her for a few moments, processing her words, until he turned and walked towards the staircase, going down the steps shortly after.

Clementine continued to stare at the blood that stained the deck, letting herself be consumed by the intensity of the red color, which in a strange way seemed to stare back at her.

Maybe she was starting to go crazy, she had seen so much death, so much blood, guts, organs, that she didn't know if she was just ignoring it, or if she was used to living with it.

Some pieces of Rebecca's brain were scattered on the floor, but she didn't find it disgusting, she didn't find it grotesque or feel uncomfortable looking at that pink mass.

"... Has blood always been this black?" - She thought after a while, feeling as if the red, which was once slowly dripping down the deck, was slowly darkening.

Maybe there was something about that blood that mesmerized her, maybe it was the fact that if she had hidden the boy's body better, this wouldn't have happened.

Staggering these crazy thoughts in her head, she turns around, walking towards the stairs.

The girl watched the place where they had buried Rebecca, her eyes focused on the cross that Duck had placed right on top of the grave.

It was even a little strange to think that she would never see the woman again, until a short time ago, she was alive. Tired, pale, but alive. And now, she was nothing more than a few poorly drawn letters on a poorly made wooden cross.

Sometimes even she was surprised at how easy it was for someone to die. How easy it was to take a life, even after all these years.

Even after she had already taken so many.

A few footsteps caught her attention, and Clementine turned back, grabbing her pistol and aiming it at whoever was approaching.

- Whoa, what happened? - Kenny asked, looking at her with a surprised look on his face, alternating between her and Duck. He had some squirrels strapped by the feet over his shoulder, and further back Sarita was approaching him with a worried look on her face, just after coming down the stairs.

- Who are those dead people up there? - she asked, standing next to Kenny, who was even more surprised.

- We don't know. They thought we killed one of them, so they took us hostage. Carley and Crista showed up on the spot, we got out of that situation. - Duck answered in a heavy tone, turning back to look at the grave with his arms in front of his body as a sign of respect.

- Rebecca is dead. - Clementine said as she noticed the confused looks from the two adults. She ignored their sighs and whispers and went back to staring at the letters on the cross.

She didn't necessarily feel guilty for her death, maybe someone else would have died if she hadn't killed that boy, there was no telling.

But she couldn't help but think that if she had hidden the body, or gotten rid of it, maybe, just maybe, Rebecca wouldn't have died.

"... Oh well... it happens" - She thought, shrugging.

Kenny walked towards her and stood beside her, looking at the woman's grave.

-Where is Luke, he's not back yet? - Kenny asked after a few minutes in silence, paying his respects, even though he hadn't known Rebecca for long, much less been close to the woman. But he felt she deserved it.

-No, they didn't come back. To tell you the truth, I don't even know if they really went to the city. - Clementine replied, neutrally, causing Kenny to look at her a bit confused.

- What do you mean?

- When I called him on the radio... I don't know, there was a lot of background noise. At first I thought he was fighting with someone. But that didn't seem to be the case, he was too quiet... and they were too loud to be in a town infested with walkers. It's odd, to say the least. - She replied, looking at Kenny, who became a little more thoughtful.

After a while of still looking at Rebecca's makeshift grave, he turned and walked under the building, placing the squirrels on the ground.

- Help me get some wood, honey, let's make a fire. - He said, walking towards the forest, with Sarita right beside him.

Clementine had her back propped up against the wall, looking up at the cloudy sky.

They had a small meal with the squirrels and fish that Duck had gotten. Now they were just waiting for the others to arrive to decide where they would go.

Duck was standing a few meters away, with his rifle in hand and looking carefully at the surrounding trees, making sure that nothing would come out of there to surprise them again.

Sarita was busy storing the remaining food, along with Carley who was helping her count the supplies she had picked up with Crista.

Crista was taking care of Alvin. She seemed quite attached to the boy, not even letting Kenny hold him for long when the man asked her to.

Carlos was a little further away, comforting Sarah, or just staying close to her. Which made Clementine sigh, she would have to think of some ways to get them a little further apart, like Kenny and Duck, who although they missed each other terribly, knew that priorities were different, they had to think of the group first, since in a way, they were one big family.

Clementine looked at Kenny for a few moments, slowly approaching him and sitting down next to him.

He didn't move, just continued to stare into the fire.

-... How did you get out of Savannah?

she asked after a few minutes of silence. Kenny's eyes widened in surprise, but he calmed them, as if he had just accepted something inside him.

-... I was lucky, really lucky. - He answered simply, and of course, that vague answer didn't please Clementine one bit.

-... I'm not stupid, Kenny. You can't hide this from me forever. - She said, with no anger in her voice, just a little impatience.

Kenny lowered his head a little and closed his eyes, resting his arms on his knees.

-I didn't follow Crista for too long. Before we reached the manhole, I hid behind some cars. I couldn't leave Lee there, I couldn't live with myself with that nagging feeling in my chest... I stayed for a while... and even got to see you go into the manhole.

He began, and Clementine listened attentively to every word that came out of the man's mouth, being able to feel perfectly, even without looking at him, the feelings behind each word.

Nostalgia, sadness, anger, relief. All those sensations coming out of his words mixed together, being forced out of his mouth.

She herself was surprised that he saw her, in the middle of all the confusion.

- There were so many walkers that I was practically trapped in the place. Then some of the remaining people, they... they were loading the back of a truck with gallons of gasoline. A boy, I think about the same age as Ben, ran desperately towards the truck, while blindly shooting at the walkers. He fell, and hit one of the gallons.

He ran his hand over his neck, clearing his throat, reliving memories that apparently were not very good for him.

It was quite apparent that he didn't like to remember the past.

- The explosion drew most of them outside. That was the opportunity I had to enter the building. I circled around aimlessly, holding on to what little hope I had of finding Lee. And I found him, bleeding in an empty room, unconscious. A gun in his hand.

He lifted his head, looking at the river ahead, which calmly ran its course, letting himself be mesmerized by the gentle movement of the water.

- I tried to pull him out, but they were too much, and he was too weak, literally between life and death. I took him to the infirmary, took the gun he was holding, and nursed him back to health, remembering what Katjaa was doing. Hmpf, I never thought that paying attention to something I had no idea how to do would be so useful.

He laughed humorlessly, his mind being flooded by memories of his deceased wife.

- I was in that building for... days. He was in a coma. I took care of him as best I could.

He said, his voice laced with sadness, and even a little anger.

Clementine just listened, letting a silent tear run down her cheek. But still without looking at Kenny, letting her mind take over her eyes, which were looking at the river, but without focus in their gaze.

-After a few days, I went into the infirmary again... and there he was... alive.

Clementine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of sensations that flooded her chest, trying to control the tears that insisted on trying to run down her face, trying to control her voice, which was sure to be choked, broken, flooded with her feelings.

The flame of hope in her chest seemed to warm her whole body, and that cold feeling of anxiety seemed to cool her body. A strange feeling, cold and warmth side by side in her being, running through her veins together.

She practically felt a new category of feelings, something she had never felt in her entire life. Never had something felt so good, and so bad at the same time.

She could run around and jump and scream and shout for joy. Lee was fucking alive! This alone was enough for her to abandon her goal of reaching Wellington and go out looking for him.

But she could also cry with sadness. She had left the person she loved behind. If she had stayed with him, Kenny would have found them both, and she would be with him now. She wouldn't have had to do the things she did, she would be happier, smiling.

Her life would be less gray, put into easier words.

She left him, no matter what others said, no matter even what Lee said, since he was the one who told her to get out of there. She abandoned him.

- Without an arm, weak, pale, without an eye. But alive. That guy was one tough son of a bitch. The first thing he asked was where you were, almost getting out of bed in the meantime, he relaxed after I told him you had left. We stayed there for a while, until he recovered, after that we met a blonde girl, Molly, I think, the girl who had helped him get into that college. After a few weeks, we left Savannah.

He bowed his head, taking a deep breath, running his hand over his face as he seemed to search for the strength to say.

- We spent a lot of time together, looking for you. After he mutilated Carver, we went to an abandoned airport. The roof collapsed, Molly died. Lee managed to get out, I think, I heard him scream.

Clementine sighed with trembling lips, remembering the story he had told her about a man who had mutilated Carver, feeling slightly annoyed that he had known it had been Lee all along, but had never told her.

-... Where is he? - she asked after a while, using almost all the strength she had in her body to say those few words. Her trembling voice made Kenny look at her, a guilty look passed through his eyes as he looked at the crying girl beside him.

She seemed so serious, so invulnerable, to see her in such a sentimental state, so delicate, was even strange, after having lived with her strong side for so long.

-I don't know. We got separated after that. But I know he's alive, somewhere, looking for you - He answered after a while, watching the tears on Clementine's face flow with more intensity, and he began to wonder if he had done the right thing by telling her.

He sighed slightly, and stood up some time later, focusing his eyes on the three people walking towards him further ahead.