Ahhh just finished 400 Days, the DLC, which is why this update is a tad late. But I knew I couldn't leave those characters out, so if you haven't played yet or watched a Let's Play/walkthrough/playthrough, I advise not reading until you have, as I can not promise this chapter, or further ones, will be rid of spoilers! Just a heads up, but enjoy! :)

"What? W-what is it?" The squeaky, choked up voice drifted into Lee's ears as his eyes fluttered shut. He strained to keep them open, locked with Clementine's.

"No... Don't worry, alright...? I'll miss you," he croaked, as if feeling his body slowly rust and break down as he spoke.

"Me too," Clementine nodded, tears pooling in her once alive brown orbs. The nine year old gripped the hand gun with her sweaty palms, and she was just as dead inside as Lee was both in and out. Lee kept his eyes on her, trying not to stray to the barrel of the gun, where the bullet was seconds from shooting out of, lodging straight into his skull.

"Uh." Clementine squeaked, accompanied by other aimless noises, her tears finally flowing freely as she placed one hand on the trigger. She shut her eyes and turned away as she pulled on the trigger, flinching as the gun fired, sending her back a bit, the noise of the bullet still ringing through her ears.

"Ugh, huh...?" Lee groaned, his muscles screaming as he stretched and rubbed his eyes. Blinking them fully open, it only took a second to scan his surroundings and nearly jump out of his shoes. "What the hell?" He got to his feet, stepping forward to grab onto the cold, rusty cell bars in front of him, trapping him in a small cell. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he turned back around to face another man - obviously his roommate - at the top of the bunk bed.

"See you're awake. Those cops had to knock you out, you were sleepwalking! Seemed to have some kind of nightmare," the other guy explained, chuckling lightly. "I'm Danny, by the way. I shouldn't be here, but I was falsely accused of, uh, 'molesting' an underage girl. Whatever," he shrugged, leaning against the cell wall. "No point in hiding anything. But don't worry, I won't come after you." He had a scraggly stubble and a faint accent, he was wearing the same orange jumpsuit Lee was strapped in. "My girlfriend's pissed."

"It's Lee," Lee grumbled, avoiding eye contact with the other man. "And I can see why."

"Nice. What are you in for, Lee?" The other man seemed oddly calm for being locked in dark cell. Lee opened his mouth to give an answer, but quickly retreated.

"Doesn't matter," Lee shot back defensively. Justin quirked a thick eyebrow, shrugging.

"Guess not... So, how was that dream? Pretty crazy. You in for drug abuse?" He joked, but Lee didn't find it quite as funny.

"Nah, man. It was just a nightmare," He shook his head, his dark eyes hovering on the ground in deep thought. It felt so real, and the setting was definitely not make believe, but the people in it could have been. He suddenly felt a wave of responsibility and worry flood over him for the little girl in his dream, but he tried his best to stray from the thought.

"I had this crazy dream, man," Danny jumped right in, even though Lee slipped in and out of listening. "It was full of these nasty ass zombies," He laughed, but Lee could hear the discomfort in his voice, and the exact word 'zombie' caught Lee off guard.

"What'd you say?" He questioned his inmate, spinning around to face him, finally dropping his tight grip from the cold bars.

"Uh, zombies. Ya know. Crazy, man eaters. Braaaaiinsss," Danny mimicked the walker, and Lee glared at him coldly. "Braaaii-" Danny stopped as he noticed Lee's expression, and he shrugged slightly. "But it didn't last long. I was eaten," He sighed, "Can't always expect a happy ending." Lee glanced at the ground, huffing.

"You can say that again."

"Hey, watch it! You should be glad you got top bunk!" Lee turned his head to his right, gazing into the cell next to their own, two me inside, one in each bunk.

"Yeah, well, whatever. You can have it," The one at the top growled, climbing down and noticing Lee. "Ha, Danny, see you got yourself a roommate. Try not to steal his virginity, too." The man sneered, his combed black hair shining. Danny balled his fists, ignoring the stranger. "What's your name, new guy?"

"Lee," Lee felt like being honest to the men today, he didn't have anything to lose or gain at this point.

"I'm Justin, and up there's Vince." Lee glanced up, but quickly looked back to Justin. "Man, I hate it in here. My claustrophobia's definitely getting to me," Justin sighed, pacing around the small cell for a few minutes before coming back to face Lee, one of his eyebrows raised.

"You need something?" Lee blinked at him, and Justin nodded, leaning in.

"You, uh... You know how to pick a lock, man?" Justin whispered, a little louder than he intended to, as Danny and Vince both shared a laugh, but Lee remained unamused.

"You mean you don't, Justin?! I mean, you are in here for being a thieve, aren't you?" Danny chuckled, and Justin thought for a moment.

"I can try."

"You're not serious?!" Lee scowled at the convict, "Just deal with it."

Justin narrowed his hazel hues, balling his fists momentarily in a fit of courage but quickly gave up with a sigh, propping himself down on the stool that leaned against the wall. Lee huffed, going to rest in his stiff bed.

"That's what I thought."

"Yo, man, d'ja hear that...?!" The voice muffled in his brain, and Lee woke with a gasp, glancing around his at his surroundings warily. Most people would be relieved they hadn't woken up surrounded by flesh grubbing corpses, but the thirty seven year old was more disappointed to be in a jailhouse full of criminals. He groaned, sitting up, fully awoken by a distant, but loud, crashing sound. He jumped up instinctively, retreating as he hit his head hard on the top bunk.

"Fuck..." He growled, rubbing his head momentarily before getting up and looking at his cellmate. "The hell was that?" He asked, as if Danny had an answer; he didn't.

"Beats me! Maybe one of the cells opened and some guys got out. Or... I dunno," he shrugged, defeated. "Heard some moaning, too..." He added quickly, but Lee was already deep in his own thoughts that he didn't hear it. Another loud crash thundered, followed by several yells and gunshots, the shots giving Lee dreadful flashbacks and memories on the spot. He lunged forward, gripping the cell as he peered down the dark hallway.

"HEY!" He called out, all heads turning his way, several comments also flying by. "HEY! Is someone the-" His yelling was drowned out by a faint groan, growing louder and louder, accompanied by footsteps that seemed to rattle the whole jailhouse. Lee stood back in awe and pure terror as he and the others watched a 6 foot corpse drag itself around the corner, taking it's time at each cell to attempt and grab at the convicts before giving up and heading to the next, his luck running out at each. Lee could hear many more distinct hushed growls behind the one walker, and his heart stopped as he caught a criminal off guard, who was pushed in self defense by his cellmate. The walker latched his freshly dead hand onto the man's body, causing horror filled screams to emanate from the criminal. The corpse dug his stingy claws into the man's exposed flesh, blood seeping from every pore, but the walker fell short when he couldn't manage to fit his head through the bars and let go of the fresh meat. It narrowed it's milky white eyes as it snapped it's head to face Lee and the other men, but Lee's mind was racing with thoughts about the little girl in his dream more than the death-on-legs in front of him.