The Walking Dead: only trying to do the right thing

Chapter 5: new friends, old troubles

Okay, here I bring you chapter 5 of my story, and I know some of it may seem similar but I will be changing the story quite a bit as a further on.

Enjoy.

While the remaining survivors were all doing different various things, Lee had climbed up to the train cabin to check up on Kenny, who was showing Omid how the train works just in case something WERE to happen.

Lee got inside the train cabin where he saw Kenny sitting in the drivers, explaining to Omid, who was resting against the metal board, how the train works.

"I don't know what the does yet." Kenny continued, referring the switch beside him; the only switch they have not touched yet. "Don't touch it."

Omid let his curiosity get the best of him and leaned his right hand down to touch it but quickly rejected his hand when Kenny pushed it back.

"I said don't touch it, jackass." Kenny warned, obviously not wanting to risk anything happening to the train since it was their only way of transport, and walking was clearly not an option these days.

"Teaching him anything yet?" Lee inquired, wanting to know if the new stranger was going to be useful or not.

"Trying to.." Kenny replied.

Lee nodded and shifted his attention towards, Omid, who turned towards Lee too. He looked down at the shorter man and thought of a way that they could get to know each other a little better. "You like Civil War history, huh?"

"Fuck yeah." Omid answered, clearing showing that he loved Civil History. He decided to ask the taller man how much he knew too since he did ask. "What do you know about Quantrill's Raid?"

"It happened about a thousand miles that way." Lee answered, gesturing his right arm as far as it would go.

"Well...yeah." Omid smiled.

"And we're headed the other way. But if it's somehow not crawling with the dead, there should be cool things to see." Lee continued, knowing that this was a good way to get to know Omid a little better.

"Excellent. Don't tell Christa, though." Omid warned, knowing how much his girlfriend did not like him talking about Civil War history all the time. "That won't be as big as selling point for her."

"You got it." Lee nodded, deep down, happy that he just bonded with Omid over some Southern history. He continued to make conversation between them both, maybe getting the chance to bond with him some more. "Learning the ropes? Can't be too hard, right?"

"There are a lot of levers I can't wait to use." Omid enthusiastically replied, obvious excited by his expression that he wanted to drive this train so much.

"I said if something WERE to happen to me." Kenny butted in.

"Maybe we can drive in shifts?" Omid suggested, smirking a little.

"We'll see." Kenny sighed, turning his attention back towards the train levers and controls.

Lee continued to make conversation with the shorter man, trying to get to know him and Christa a little more if they were going to be around for a while. "How have you two made it this far? You seem dangerously normal."

"Christa doesn't let us join groups and I'm a fucking scrapper." Omid answered, shrugging his shoulders during mid-sentence.

"I got the feeling she takes care of you." Lee teased, pointing a single finger towards him for a second.

"Please." Omid snorted, trying to act like he was tougher than his girlfriend. "I've saved her ass hundreds...tens...sometimes."

"How long since you've been home?" Lee asked yet another question for the same reason since he came up to the train cab.

"Like six months. We were on the road for a while and then, you know." Omid answered, stating the obvious about the zombie apocalypse.

"That's rough." Lee said.

"Our cat is gonna be pissed." Omid said, looking away from Lee and gazing down upon the ground, obviously looking worried about his pet.

Lee decided he had asked enough questions for now and decided to leave the train cab and carry on figuring a way to get this tanker out of the way so he, and the others could get on their way.

As he got off the train, he seemed happy that he got to know a couple of things about Omid and Christa: Omid liked Civil War history, he and Christa owned a cat, and they were both from San Francisco.

Lee then looked towards his right where he saw Chuck sitting on a small boulder, playing on his guitar a peaceful tune. "I'm glad someone's managed to keep their spirit."

Lee proceed to look at the top of the train where he saw Carley keeping watch for any walkers. As much as he wanted to talk to her, now was not the time. "Got a clear view up there?"

"Yeah, we're good." Carley answered, still keeping a tight grip upon her pistol though. "For now, at least."

"What do you think of Omid and Christa?" Lee asked, due to him being the only one who has got along with them both.

It took Carley a few seconds for her to answer Lee's question. She did not know if they were dangerous or not, but deep down in her heart, she still felt like everyone in the world deserves a chance. "I guess they seem O-K, for now, but I would keep my own on them, Lee?"

"Agreed." Lee nodded.

A few minutes later, Lee had finally decided to check out that train station up ahead for anything useful that may help them. Clementine went with him too, saying she may be a big help, and saying how she and Lee were like a team. After all, Lee had been taking care of her for three months now, and saved her life on many occasions.

They both found the entrance/exit to the train station where all the windows were boarded up tight. And to make matters worse, the door was locked.

Lee looked above where he saw a small open window that looked just about wide enough for him to peek in, but unfortunately, it was too high. However, he did have an idea.

He looked down at Clementine, who was standing their innocently, waiting patiently for what was going to happen next. "Why don't I put you on my shoulders and you can peek into the window up there."

"Sounds good." Clementine agreed, happy to help her guardian in any way.

Lee picked Clementine up and placed her upon his shoulders for her to stand on. He held her by the waist just in case she would fall, and waited as she peaked inside the window.

"Okay, I can see in, what do I do now?" Clementine inquired, gazing upon inside the of the station that was almost in pitch darkness.

"What do you see?" Lee asked, not really sure what to do now.

"Lots of crates and stuff." Clementine answered.

"Maybe we can find the key or figure out a way to knock this door down." Lee suggested, making all of this up as he went along. "Kenny'd probably have me pick the lock, which actually might work now that we have the time."

While Lee had been suggesting how to get through the door, Clementine had leaned her hand through the open window and pulled something that sounded like a click. She leaned back to tell Lee. "I think I opened up."

"For real?" Lee asked, slightly shocked that they were in the station already.

"I think so." Clementine replied.

Lee placed Clementine back down onto the ground and turned the door knob that allowed him to open the door inside. He smiled as he and Clementine peaked inside, being on the look out for any walkers. "Well I'll be damned."

I apologize this chapter was not as long as the others, but I will get down to making longer chapters soon.