Molly snatches Hilda by her handle just as Sam jumps forward. She smacks him in the cheek with the sharp pick, blood spraying against Carver's office window, something Bonnie notices as she checks for the coast to be clear. Without a guard in sight, the redhead opens the gate, allowing for Lee, Mike, Kenny, Jane and Luke to roll out from the crack and begin crouching.

"Okay, we'll go in teams. Me and Bonnie will head to the meeting point to give Clem, Shel, Becca and Shawn their bindings and gags. Luke and Jane, you two head towards the stock room and dispatch any wanderers. Mike and Kenny, patrol the dining hall and armory for anymore stragglers. When you can't find anyone else, meet in the stock room. Understood?"

Mike nods. "Sure. Come on, gramps." He leads, heading towards the food court. Kenny lingers, giving Lee a tense look of uncertainty.

"You better be right about all this." He mutters gravely.

"I'm trying, aren't I?" Lee replies, a satisfying enough answer for now for the fisherman. Kenny follows Mike.

"We'll meet you there." Luke says, Jane already heading off without him. He quickly picks up the pace behind her when Lee gives him a nod of solidarity.

"We don't have a lotta time. Come on!" Bonnie ushers Lee along, speed walking with him in front of her to avoid suspicion. A backpack filled with rounds and binds remained on her back. As they walk, they stumble across Justin turning the corner. He jumps back, also holding a big assault rifle in hand.

"Lee? What the hell are you doing out of your cell?"

"He's with me." Bonnie claims, walking in front of him. "He wanted to see his little girl. After that whole fiasco… Well, she must be pretty torn up. So I figured I'd let him see her."

"Ah, I see. Yeah, that kids a real puzzle. She ain't as easy to call out as Becca when she's in a pissy mood, or especially Sarah."

"Is she okay?"

"Dunno. I don't talk to her much. Look, Bonnie, you heard Tavia, we gotta start heading up to the roof to fight this herd. We're on in five, so just-" Bonnie slams the butt of her rifle into his forehead, knocking him down on the floor. "OW! H-hey!" His rifle gets kicked to the side by Lee as Bonnie lifts him back up to his knees and cuffs his hands behind his back. Lee grabs a gag from his pocket and shoves it in his mouth. He tries to yell beneath the muffler, but it's impossible to hear more than panicked mumbles. The duo look for a place to stash him.

"There, storage closet!" Bonnie points. Lee rushes to open the door while Bonnie drags him into the closet. As she tosses him in and closes the door, she notices Troy from the corner of her eye. She turns before Lee notices his presence. "Troy-!" Bang! His assault rifle goes off, a bullet careens into her stomach. She coughs, holding the area as blood soaks her shirt and drips down onto the floor below her.

"Bonnie! Shit!" Lee cusses, watching her fall to the ground on her back. She looks up into the sky while Lee throws his hand (and nub) up in surrender.

"You just had to give in and become another fuckin' Reggie, huh Bon? You couldn't just let go for the sake of the coop. Well, now you're payin' for it." Troy spits on the floor. She groans in pain, spitting up some blood. Lee looks down at her.

"I'm so sorry, Bonnie. I didn't-"

She gasps. "L-Lee.. Just tell L-Luke…" Her eyes glaze over, her heart stopping, blood covering the area around her. Lee closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Another life he'll have to take responsibility for.

"Hey! Eyes on me! We're going to Bill's office, where I'm gonna take you, that little girl and your little girl girlfriend and I'm gonna make y'all suffer. But first, you. So come on!" Troy barks, gesturing with his gun for Lee to leave the scene. Lee walks past Bonnie's corpse, surrendering to him as he pushes him forward.

Back in Bill's office, Molly fights off Sam. The dog is bleeding from his mouth, igniting his rage further. As he sprints towards his attacker with a viscous growl, Molly brings her pick down and chops into his brain, killing the dog as he slams into her body and rolls over dead. She stands up, her hoodie stained in blood as she takes Hilda out of his skull. "Ugh… goddamnit, Chuck.. I'm sorry." She whispers, panting heavily. Her weapon is now covered in blood and bits of brain. She flicks off the pieces of brain matter before going through Carver's other drawer.

Inside said drawer was a small pocket pistol as well as a notebook. Flipping through the notebook would reveal several job organizers as well as a few concept drawings of the expansion that, although crude, seemed to express some sort of artistic passion from William Carver. Suddenly, a long, tired groan catches her attention. She picks up her gun and points it at Christa, who she believes has turned. Instead, she's wide awake and still herself, trying to stand up in the wheelie chair only to fall onto her hands and knees on the floor.

"Christa! Oh my god! You're alive!" She runs toward her, picking her up so she can stand, albeit wobbly. She wraps her arm around the shorter woman, whimpering in pain. "What the fuck did he do to you?!"

"He… He… Oh god… It was awful, Molly… My baby." She touches the still wet lining of her pants, erupting in powerful sobs as she hugs Molly, burying her nose in her shoulder.

"Hey, hey, easy.. We're going to get revenge for what that fucker did to you."

"Lee did this… I don't blame Carver as much as I blame his fucking underling."

"He's so, so sorry for this, Christa. I know, it was a disgusting thing to do, and there's no excuse, but he sent me up here to save you!"

"I… I don't wanna be saved. Not after Hope, not after Omid. Please.. Molly, just… just kill me. Kill me before he comes back."

"Christa.."

"No! Now we do what I wanna do. I can't… I can't do this anymore. I know, I know it's cowardly, I know I'm giving up… And I don't care. This world isn't worth living through anymore without my family."

Choices

A: "You still have a family. Don't do this."

B: Knock her out so she can't hurt herself.

C: Put her out of her misery.

D: Give her the gun so she can do it herself.

Outside of the elite's bedroom stands Clem, Carley, Shel, Becca and Shawn, all waiting for a cue, or an appearance of any of their allies. It's been over five minutes of waiting now.

"We don't have all day. What's taking them so long?" Becca questions.

"Maybe they're just being extra cautious." Shel suggests.

"Or maybe they're in trouble." Carley mutters, biting her nail.

"It's possible.. What should we do?" Clementine asks.

Choices (Carley)

2A: Go looking for them in two groups (Shel, Becca) (Carley, Clem, Shawn)

2B: Go looking for them together.

2C: Stay here and wait.

Relationships

Clementine: 15/15

Shawn: 8/15

Shel: 7/15

Becca: 7/15