Lee, Shel, Clem and Shawn leave Carver's office. As they open the door, Lee looks back at Christa's body and shakes his head, sighing sadly. "I'm sorry, Christa." He closes the door behind them and follows behind Shel and Shawn with Clementine walking by his side, holding his hand the whole way up.
Howe's most certainly wasn't quiet. The sound of walkers groaning outside and the cacophony of voices muffled by the walls around the hallway filled the group's ears. Turning the corner in the direction of the roof, Lee and his party were forced to walk between a large crowd of bystanders, their chatter interrupted by the appearance of the man they had just heard on the PA.
"Is it true? Carver's dead?"
"Is that the guy?"
"His name's Lee, right? I didn't know he had one arm."
"What's going on? Shel?"
"Shawn, you're hurt!"
The voices called, blending in with each other. They were forced to ignore them for now, though Lee did make sure to yell out, "Everyone, if you want to live, stay inside your rooms! We don't know if the walkers are going to get in or not!" Their talking quiets down a bit, many choosing to listen as they wander back into their dorms. One guy wearing a suit and tie with slicked back black hair and stubble on his face grabs Lee's shoulder. He's got an unfriendly mug, his teeth exposed as he glares at him.
"What did you do to Bill?"
"I didn't do anything." Lee replies honestly, shrugging off the civie before rejoining hands with Clementine and leaving to the roof. The man shakes his head, fists balled up. He leaves to his shared room. The civilians all lived in what used to be second floor stockrooms and meeting rooms, completely re-done to be cozier bedrooms.
Shel opens the door to the roof, a shouting match between a few notable voices (Kenny, Luke, Sarita, Stan and Carley) can be heard. The four see what all the fuss is about upon getting a full look at the situation. Stan stands with his hands tied up in front of the group. Across from him, Kenny trains his gun on him with one hand, that same hand trembling. Just in front of Kenny is his son's bullet riddled body. Sarita can't help but look away even as she tries to convince Kenny to stop aiming at the man.
"Woah! What the hell is going on here?!" Lee yells, running up to his one eyed ally with his arm raised.
"I'm taking care of the one you let get away. The sonuva bitch that killed my son!" Kenny barks back.
"I already told you, it was an act of self def-"
"You murdered my child!" Kenny slaps Stan's cheek with the side of his pistol, cutting his cheek open. He staggers, but remains standing.
"He tried to kill me first! I was acting based on what was happening!" Stan says, desperate.
"Kenny, think about how Howe's will react if we kill one of their only pre-existing leaders. They'd have no sympathy for us!" Carley explains.
"I don't care what those degenerates think, and neither should you!" Kenny growls back, finger on the trigger.
Sarita pulls on her boyfriend's left shoulder. "Kenny, stop it! No more senseless violence, please!"
Kenny shrugs her off, looking back at her with an enraged side glare. "Shut the fuck up! You think this is senseless? You ain't seen nothing yet!" Sarita gasps and breaks down, walking away to be alone. She sits down next to Carlos, who seems to be lost in space, staring at the ground with an expressionless look in his eyes.
Luke puts his hands up in defense of himself, walking closer to Kenny. "Kenny.. Put the gun down. Okay, we don't wanna cause any more death than we already have."
Kenny barely acknowledges him, intensely glaring at Stan's scared face. "Who's we? It's your group's fault we're here in the first place."
Before Luke can utter a rebuttal, Rebecca steps in. "Let him do what he has to do. He's owed it."
Luke's eyes widen. "Rebecca, this man was-"
"It's his child, Luke. Let him get his justice."
Pete shakes his head. "This ain't justice."
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!" Stan screams, lowering his head. All eyes are on him now. "I… I just wanted to protect my community. Finally, a place I could call home. Sure, it's flawed, but where isn't? And now this is how it ends. I never wanted to shoot the kid, Kenny. He wanted to shoot me. I'm sorry."
"You can apologize to him in the afterlife, motherfucker." Kenny clicks the safety off of his glock.
"Kenny!" Ben yells.
"Stop!" Shel yowls, reaching her hand out alongside Shawn and Becca. Lee doesn't have much time if he wants to intervene here.
Choices
A: Stand in front of Stan
B: Threaten Kenny
C: Let Kenny get his revenge
D: …
Relationships
Clementine: 15/15 (She liked your speech)
Carley: 13/15
Molly: 15/15
Kenny: 5/15 (He wants you out of his way so he can get his revenge)
Ben: 12/15
Sarita: 6/15 (She doesn't want Kenny to hurt anyone else)
Luke: 12/15
Pete: 15/15
Nick: 15/15
Carlos: 13/15
Rebecca: 12/15
Jane: 7/10
Danny: 8/15
Stan: 4/15 (He doesn't want to die. Will you save him?)
Shawn: 8/15
Justin: 3/15
Wyatt: 4/10
Eddie: 8/10
Shel: 8/10
Becca: 8/15