The boxcar was relatively quiet for the most part as everyone sat around, or stood. Everyone kept taking glances of Katjaa and Duck, and by now, pretty much everyone knew of his situation. Nobody said anything about it though, because they knew, regardless of what measures were taken, what was going to happen to the little boy.

"Gotta be hard on ya, eh?" Chuck asked, breaking the silence between everyone. "Taking care of kids in all this," he added.

"There were more of us," Lee spoke, and then it was quiet again.

Meanwhile, Carlos and Sarah sat up against one of the boxcar walls, Sarah with her head in her dad's lap. Carlos didn't really want her to see what was happening to Duck, but what choice did he have? It's not like he could tell her to look away, especially when that was her friend.

He gently ran his fingers through her raven hair and sighed inaudibly. Although the boy was a tad annoying to him sometimes, he never did anything to deserve what he had coming to him.

The silence was broken when Duck began coughing again, but this time it was worse. He was coughing up blood. Carley looked at them sympathetically, then averted her gaze to the ground, massaging her temple.

"Lee. Lee! I need you, right now," Katjaa said, pulling the little boy closer to her. "I need you to go get Ken."

"What's-" Lee began, kneeling down beside them.

"Can you get that off his face, please?" Katjaa requested, referring to the bit of blood that had gotten into Duck's face. "My hands are full here."

Lee picked up a small towel that was in front of them and wiped the blood off of Duck's face. Katjaa thanked him in a sad tone. Lee looked down at the towel that now stained Duck's blood.

"He's out of time," Katjaa informed him. "We need to stop this train."

"Okay," Lee nodded.

"Please," Katjaa begged him with sad eyes. Lee obliged, and opened up the boxcar door, and headed to the front of the train where Kenny was driving. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy, because Kenny was in denial in the first place.

"You need to stop the train," Lee said in a serious tone, looking at the back of Kenny's head while he drove. Kenny merely ignored him though. "Kenny," Lee spoke again, and pulled out the bloody rag only to show it to Kenny. "KEN!" Lee said again.

"What the hell's that?" Kenny asked a little too nonchalantly.

"Your son's blood," Lee said solemnly. He knew that Kenny was trying to delay the inevitable, and he couldn't delay any longer.

"Get out of here Lee," Kenny warned.

"You KNOW he's dying," Lee said sadly.

Kenny sighed, "Nobody knows shit, he'll be fine!" he insisted.

"I'm sorry," Lee apologized, "I know I shouldn't be talking like that, but come on Ken. You know it's going to happen..." He trailed off.

Kenny turned around to look at Lee. "Go back there and tell my wife that he's going to be fine," he ordered. "Goddamn, what is the deal? He's a little sick, but still, it was just a scratch! He isn't like the others! Jesus, all y'all are just making it worse!" he yelled.

"Stop the train," Lee ordered slowly.

But Kenny ignored him, and pulled the throttle to make it go faster.

"STOP IT, GODDAMN IT!"

"Fuck you, Lee," Kenny snarled.

"You're gonna listen."

"Or what?" Kenny asked, getting up and staring at Lee face-to-face.

"Look, just calm down, and..." Lee began.

"How the fuck do you 'calm down' after a day like today?" Kenny demanded.

"By talking to your friend," Lee replied. What was the point of getting into a fight with Kenny?

Kenny sat down sadly, and Lee continued. "You think you're the reason Duck was bitten. Like you had this coming or something. You didn't kill Hershel's son."

"Yes, I did," Kenny answered, placing his head in his hands. "And it's catching up to me."

"You looked out for your kid, and a bad thing happened to someone else's."

Kenny was near tears. "There ain't no way this world lets my son live, when I helped put someone else's in the ground."

"That's not the way it works. You know that," said Lee. He placed a hand on Kenny's shoulder. "Stop the train, man."

Kenny looked on sadly, and pulled the brakes, sending the train to a skidding halt. He stepped off the train once it was stopped, and headed to the boxcar. Duck was laying down, and Katjaa was stroking his hair. "Ken, I think... I think it's time," she said sadly. And it was like the rest of the group knew not to interfere with this moment, so they stayed inside the boxcar, all of them, with the exception of Clementine.

Kenny looked over at Larry and Chuck who seemed to be having a discreet conversation, "The boy's been bit, in case you haven't figured it out."

Lee looked at Duck sadly. "Take as long as you need," he said to Kenny.

"There ain't no time left to take..." Kenny trailed off, voice breaking. He then looked to his wife, "What are we gonna do?" he asked sadly.

"We can't allow him to become one of those things," Katjaa said simply.

"But what if..." Kenny trailed off. "What if it doesn't?"

"Kenny, I love you very much. I love our son more than life itself." Katjaa sounded like she was going to cry at any moment. "I need you to hear me. What you're saying, that he may not turn, is foolish."

"But-"

"No!" Katjaa interrupted.

"There's-" Kenny tried again. "Come on, Kat."

"If you think of one, let me know."

"Isn't there a pill...something we can just give him..." Kenny said almost pleadingly. He glanced at Carlos for help, but he look on with a sad expression.

"Stop it."

"I mean, he can just drift off to sleep, right, hon? Jesus, I mean, this is our son!"

"I know!" Katjaa cried. "But it's...here," she pointed to her head, "or nothing."

"Just...who, then?" Kenny asked. "You want me to..."

"I'll do it," Lee jumped in. There was no way he would allow Kenny or Katjaa to have to off their son.

"No," Katjaa shook her head. "It should be a parent."

"No parent should have to do something like this," Lee said sadly.

"Lee's right Kat," Kenny agreed. "We can say our goodbyes, and just let that be it."

"I don't know..." Katjaa trailed off. She then looked up at Lee, "Lee, you'd be doing this family a great service," she said, then looked back down at her dying son. "Why don't we take him into the forest? So the girls don't have to see it..." she said, referring to Clementine and Sarah. Sarah was still tucked away in the boxcar with her dad, and Carlos was trying to comfort her.

"Just cover your ears sweetie," he whispered to her as he stroked her hair. "It's going to be okay."

"Yeah..." Kenny agreed, trying his hardest not to cry yet.

"Give us a moment to say goodbye?" Katjaa asked.

"Of course," Lee nodded.

Katjaa then picked up Duck, and began to walk a little ways into the forest with Kenny walking behind her. His breathing was shallow, and you could tell that death was imminent. "What's happening?" Clementine asked as she looked up at Lee.

"Duck is dying," Lee said simply.

"I know," Clem nodded. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to make sure he's okay." Lee replied.

"But, how?" Clem asked. "He's bitten."

"I'm going to make sure he doesn't come back." Lee answered honestly.

"...Oh."

"Look, Clem, things will-" Lee began, but an early gunshot cut him off, causing him to stand up. "What the?!"

"NOOOO!" they heard Kenny scream.

Something was wrong. Definitely wrong, and Lee had to find out. "Ben, take Clementine into the train," Lee advised the teenage boy. "Go, it'll be fine."

Ben lifted Clementine onto the train, where the others were wondering what had happened. Sarah had her face buried into Carlos' shirt, and the others just seemed confused and a bit surprised.

Lee ran into the forest, to the source of the noise, when a horrible sight lay out in front of him. Katjaa was on the ground with a gunshot wound to her head, and her eyes were wide open. She had killed herself.

Kenny was looming over her frantically, tears pouring from his eyes. "Kat! Kat! Katjaa!"

Lee looked on in horror, then at Duck, who was sitting by a tree and taking his final breaths.

"Why, Kat? Honey...oh, fuckin' God," Kenny whispered, then began to sob over his wife's dead body.

"Oh my God..." Lee trailed off sadly.

Kenny slowly reached out and closed Katjaa's eyes. With tears still fresh on his cheeks, he looked over at his son. He would be losing both Duck and Katjaa in a matter of minutes. There was no doubt he was going through hell.

He picked up the gun and stood up, looking at his son along with Lee. Duck's shallow breathing was heartbreaking to listen to.

"What do we do?" Kenny asked after a long pause.

Again, there was no way that Lee would allow Kenny to do something like this, especially after his wife had just committed suicide moments earlier. He turned and gave Kenny a solemn look. "Give me the gun, Ken. I'll do it."

Kenny barely nodded, and handed the gun to Lee, then walked away. Lee looked at Duck sadly, and held the gun up to his head. He waited for the little boy to stop breathing, and then took the shot, preventing him from turning into a walker. The gunshot rang throughout the air, and then it was quiet. Lee couldn't believe what had just happened. Kenny looked over at Lee with his tear-stained cheeks, and then they walked back to the train.

"Everybody back on the train," Kenny said sadly, and he returned to his position at the front of the train. Lee knew that he would probably want to be alone for a while. The group obliged, and headed back into the boxcar, taking their positions. The group seemed a lot smaller now, without Katjaa and Duck.

"I knew that kid was bitten from the beginning," Larry muttered mostly to himself.

"Don't you think that's a little harsh, Dad?" Lilly asked, but received no answered.

Sarah lifted her head out of her father's shirt as the train began to move again. "Is it over, Daddy?" she asked, and you could tell she had been crying too, because there were teardrops on her glasses.

"It's over, sweetie," Carlos assured her, pulling his daughter closer to him.

"Duck was my friend," Sarah whispered.

"I know." Carlos kissed the top of her head.

It was silent then, at least for almost ten minutes. Lee and Ben had gone outside, possibly for some air. Carlos looked over at Lilly, who was staring out the boxcar door with her arms folded. He wanted to talk to her, and wanted to know why she had suspected him.

"Stay here with the others, Sarah," Carlos directed, and she nodded, sitting Indian-style in the corner. He slowly approached Lilly, ignoring the glare that her father was giving him. "Lilly, I need to talk to you. Privately."

"The fuck do you mean privately?" Larry sneered.

"Dad..." Lilly warned cautiously, then turned back to Carlos. "Sure. Let's go outside."

Carlos, nodded and led Lilly outside, just a little ways from where Ben was standing. "Now, I don't want to come off as harsh, but I want to know why you would suspect me of stealing the supplies. Do you really think that I would do that when I have a daughter that I'm trying to protect?" He moved out of the way so that Chuck could get by.

Lilly hesitated before she answered, "Don't take it personal, Carlos." Her gaze softened. "I have nothing against you or Sarah, I was just blinded with anger. I was so pissed I couldn't think straight. To me, at that moment, it could have been anyone," she replied.

"You really scared Sarah," Carlos said, crossing his arms. "And you know how she is."

Lilly frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She then sighed, "After what you did for my dad, I owe you my life, Carlos. I would never do anything for you to not trust me."

"Yeah well, it was pretty close back there in the RV," he replied.

"I can understand that," Lilly replied. "But truthfully? My main suspect is still Ben." Here, she nodded towards the teenager standing a couple of yards away. He didn't seem to hear what they were saying. "He's been acting strange since you guys came around."

Carlos turned around and glanced at Ben. "He has. But he or whoever has been doing it will come to their senses," he tried to assure Lilly.

"We'll see," Lilly answered. She crossed her arms and glared at nothing in particular. "Look, again, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have suspected you, I know that." This was definitely a rare side to see of Lilly, since she normally didn't apologize for the things she did. "When people are pissed, they won't think before they act."

"No, they won't," Carlos agreed. This sort of reminded him of Lee killing that senator, but he didn't want to think about that.

Lilly's gaze then softened once more. "How's Sarah doing? Is she okay, well, since...Duck, and Katjaa?" she asked, lowering her voice.

Carlos sighed. "I don't know, I want to say she's okay, but honestly, I just don't know."

"I could try to talk to her?" Lilly offered.

"That would probably help, thank you," Carlos said with a small smile.

"Okay," Lilly nodded.

Carlos chuckled. "We should probably get back in there, so your dad doesn't kill me."

"You know, after saving his life, you'd think he'd be a little bit nicer to you," Lilly joked.

"It's nothing to worry about," Carlos replied with a small smile. He opened the boxcar door for Lilly, and they both went inside. Of course Larry was there with his usual pissed-off expression, but the doctor ignored him.

He also noticed that both Sarah and Clementine looked somewhat frightened, but he wasn't sure what the problem was. Lilly knelt down in front of Sarah and began speaking softly to her. Luckily, the teen wasn't crying, but her bloodshot eyes said that she had probably finished a short time ago.

"Are me and Clementine gonna die?" Sarah asked quietly.

Carlos frowned, especially when Clementine turned around for the answer. Lilly seemed confused as well.

"Why do you ask, sweetie?" she inquired.

"Because Chuck said that what happened to Duck would happen to us," Sarah explained, looking at her lap and playing with her hands. "He said we were gonna die."

"What?" Carlos asked almost furiously.

"He really said that?" Lee asked.

Clementine nodded. "Uh huh."

"I'm gonna go talk some sense into him," Lee said.

Carlos nodded, "I'm coming too, Lilly, watch Sarah," he said, and both he and Lee went to find Chuck who was at the front of the train.

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