"Lee.. don't." Rebecca warns, her eyes glaring downward at the ex con on the floor below her. The rest of the group looks at Lee.

"I'm begging you." Danny pleads, a few tears spilling down his cheeks. Looking back at the gate, Lee remembers the people who do care about Danny, takes his words into consideration and decides to forgive him. His secret would be safe with him, at least until tonight was over. Afterwards? He'd have to cross that bridge when he got to it.

"...Fine. Get up." Lee offers his hand. Danny smiles through the tears, taking it and getting up to hug Lee as tightly as he can, patting his back.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I promise, I won't get in the way." He shakes his hand as he pulls away from the hug. Lee pulls away as Rebecca, Sarita and Duck glare at him. Everyone else seems indifferent.

"You damn well better." Lee warns.

"This is a mistake." Rebecca growls.

"No use getting mad about it now. We have to work with him. Let's do this thing. Places, everyone." Pete orders, looking at his nephew. "Wheel me, son."

"Sure, you old bastard." Nick grabs the handles of his uncle's wheelchair, driving him to his bed. As the decoys Pete, Duck, Sarita, Danny, Ben, Rebecca, Sarah and Carlos get into bed, Luke stops talking to Bonnie, returning to the rest of the group with a bag full of gags, binds and three guns. He drops it and unzips it in front of the fireplace, where the attackers Mike, Kenny, Molly, Lee and Jane stand.

"Three guns?" Jane questions.

Luke bashfully rubs his shaggy, red hair. "One's for me. Bonnie wanted me to stay safe."

The group looks at him. Jane raises a brow, disturbed. "Wow.." He feels heat light up his flushed cheeks.

"So, what, are we ready?" Kenny asks, wanting to move on.

"Yeah, just gotta give this one to Pete." Lee hands one of the pistols to Molly. "Could you?" She nods.

"I got it." Molly heads in the direction of the beds. On her way to Pete's, Nick turns to her and waves, a grin on his face. It's stupid, but she finds it kinda cute, despite her latent rage. "Here, this is for you, Pete."

Pete grabs the glock from her, holstering it under his blankets. "Thanks, hun. I know this can't be easy for you. Charles was a good man."

She frowns. "He was better than that."

"No doubt. You knew him better than any of us. I trust you." She looks down.

"Try not to mourn just yet. Keep it stuffed down until this thing is over. Then, you can let it all out." Molly's surprised by Nick's wisdom. He scratches his chin. "Uh, I uh, learned that from him, when.. When mom died. I had to kill her, actually."

Molly's taken aback. "I.. I didn't know-"

Nick waves his hands. "It's fine. You know now. And if I can get through that, you can get through this."

She takes a deep breath, looking back at the fireplace and the people around it. She turns back as she exhales. "...Okay. Thanks."

"Stay safe, Molly. Please. We need you more than ever. I uh, need you."

She collects his hand in hers. "Oh shut up, you dork. I'll be fine."

"Sure, but-" She steals a long kiss on his cracked lips, pulling away shortly after. Pete smiles and shakes his head.

"I said I'll be fine." She whispers, giving him a romantic smirk. Nick smiles back, looking down with a soft, boyish chuckle.

"Okay. You better be. Good luck."

"Luck's got nothing to do with it." She quips, leaving him with his uncle. Nick quickly gets into a sleeping position above his uncle's bed and closes his eyes halfway so he can watch his new girlfriend leave. Molly finds the rest of the group and gets her set of bindings, gags and her gun.

"Now there's only one mag per gun, so use your bullets wisely." Luke warns. "Are we ready to do this thing?"

"I believe so. Molly?" Lee asks. Molly looks at Mike.

"I'm gonna need a boost."

Molly jumps onto the roof. She glances at the parking lot, noticing that nobody's on guard duty this time. They must all be coming up to battle it, she thinks. The dust the walkers kick up almost makes her want to sneeze, the sight of thousands of the dead marching forward filling her with a sense of familiar dread. She runs for the skylight, finding Carver's office… empty. She checks from every angle, but only sees Christa on a blood soaked chair at one angle. No Carver though. Christa looks tired and sad, which isn't out of the ordinary, but she's also barely breathing and (hopefully) unconscious. Molly urgently rips open the skylight and hops down until she's in the office.

"Christa?! Christa!" She whisper-yells, immediately walking towards her. She takes the gun out of her pocket just in case Carver was going to get the jump on her. She kneels down by her side, shaking her. Her eyes trail down and find the source of the blood. She gags, standing up and looking away with a wince. As she opens her eyes she sees him: Sam, standing on his four paws, teeth showing as he fiercely growls at her. She points the gun at him but doesn't fire, slowly sneaking towards Carver's desk.

"Easy, boy.. Easy…" She gently whispers, only making Sam more agitated. He takes a few steps forward, his tail up as he growls louder. After a few more quiet steps, she reaches his desk, her hand quivering as she opens the right drawer. Inside of it is a few rations, but more importantly Hilda and a dog bone. Between the two, which is most desirable?

Choices

A: Shoot Sam

B: Grab Hilda to defend yourself

C: Throw Sam a bone