I was woken up by a light shaking on my arm, and when I opened my eyes I found myself looking at Kenny, wounded with a bandage on his face, but in a much better condition than he could have been if I hadn't intervened.

"Kenny!" I grinned, moving to hug him then remembering the pain I was in and gasping.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

"Carver," I sighed. "Kicked me when I tried to stop him hitting you."

Kenny frowned. "You didn't need to do that, Marcey."

"I know," I said. "But you're like family to me, Kenny. I couldn't watch him do that to you."

Kenny smiled softly. "We're gettin' out of here tonight, Marce. Clem is gonna go start the PA system in a minute and then we're runnin'."

I bit my lip. How was I meant to escape when I was in so much pain? I nodded my head anyway, and the man then walked away to the group that sat around the fire.

Travis was over with them too, but I noticed how his eyes lingered on me as if confirming that I was okay. Carlos, the doctor, then realised I was awake and approached me to check my injuries.

"Hello, Marceline. I'm going to see if there's any bad damage to you, is that okay?"

I nodded, and the doctor crouched by me. He gently turned my head and looked at my nose, which had dry blood around it.

"I don't think this is broken," he stated. "How much can you move?"

Carlos had to help me to my feet and I managed it, however the water in my eyes didn't go unseen by him.

"You're very lucky, these injuries could have been much worse. I'll go update the others."

The doctor left me standing alone while I observed the group. He was talking to them, and suddenly all eyes turned to me for a brief second before returning to the speaker. After a minute of me avoiding eye contact, Clementine came over to me and looked up with a somewhat frightened face.

"What's wrong, Clem?" I asked.

She gazed down to the floor while she spoke. "I'm scared this plan will go wrong..."

"What do you mean by 'wrong'?"

Clem met my eyes again with a sad frown settled on her face. "What if we don't all get out? Carlos said you're in a lot of pain."

"I'm gonna get out of this place, Clementine, if it's the last thing I do. But I'm not leaving without you, so if something happens then don't panic because I promise I'll be with you."

Seeming reassured by my words, the young girl hugged me, though was careful of my covered bruises.

"I need to go now," she explained, "to use the PA system, then Bonnie is gonna let us out."

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled.

Clementine nodded and then went to walk away to do her job.

"Be careful, Clementine."

"I will."

Clementine held onto the rope that would get her to the ladder while the group of us stood below. Rebecca told her the instructions of where to go and what to do, then Clem repeated it. I was so frightened for how this would turn out while I saw the young girl jump for the ladder. What if Carver caught her? If he even put a finger on her then it would be the last thing he'd ever do, I'd make sure of it.

"Clem, make sure you bring Alvin," Rebecca instructed before the little girl vanished over the roof.

Everyone was now at a loss for what to do.

"I guess now we just wait," Luke suggested, "and get ready to move."

As the others moved away and Travis went with Kenny, I realised there was still someone else by my side.

"She's a brave girl."

I turned my head and looked at the woman. "Yeah."

"She's helped our group a lot, you know?" Rebecca smiled. "I hope she can bring Alvin back to me."

I tilted my head in curiosity. "Who's Alvin?"

Rebecca put a hand on her stomach and smiled.

"Oh," I said, also smiling. "When do you think the baby will arrive?"

"Any day now," she laughed, though it was a little uncertain.

"Are you okay?"

Rebecca nodded, but her face told me otherwise.

"You can talk to me, Rebecca. I know we've not known each other long, but I don't think there's much good in keeping secrets during the apocalypse."

Rebecca sighed and began to speak. "I'm just scared about this baby growin' up in this world... And I'm scared he'll not even know who his dad is. Carver is a cruel man."

I looked away and back to the roof. "He won't have a chance to be cruel again after today, not to us. And I guess we're a group now, you're not gonna have to care for that baby by yourself."

Rebecca half-smiled. "Thanks, Marceline."

Just as I returned that smile, the voice of the PA system began to speak out loud. Everyone ran to the shutters just as they began to open by Bonnie. I could feel the pain in my kicked muscles as I ran, but Travis was by my side in an instant and ready to help me if I needed it.

We got into the store room to meet Clementine, but a surprise waited for us there. Carver.

"Did I not warn you all enough?" He asked, clicking his gun. "Get your hands up. Now!"

We all did as told, weaponless and hopeless against the gun Carver had in his control. It hurt to put my arms up, but I had to do it because I needed to get out of Howe's alive.

"Bonnie... I can't believe that after everything we did for you here, you would help them to escape. And Rebecca," he looked each person in the eye coldly as he addressed them, "are you trying to keep the baby from me?"

Rebecca shook her head slowly.

"Hm," he growled. His eyes moved and he glared at me. "We offered you to join us. We gave you a bed, food, work to do. Life could be how it used to be here."

"Life here is nothing how society used to be," I spat. "Don't pretend that you're looking out for all of us. The only person you care about is yourself."

I expected him to become enraged by my confrontation, though now he just sighed heavily and moved the direction of the gun to face me.

"You wanna disrespect me, fine. You wanna throw away the life I'm tryna build for us all, then fuckin' fine! You wanna run off with this dogshit group-"

"Shut up," I snarled.

"I will put a bullet in you," he continued. "And then-"

Before the man could finish what he was saying, a weight landed on him that made him stumble before Kenny threw a punch across his face.

"Clem!" I grinned.

While Carver was taken by surprise, Luke snatched the gun and pointed it at him. "Get back!"

"Come on, Luke, this ain't none of your business," Carver said.

Rebecca suddenly interrupted any further conversation. "Clem where... why isn't Alvin with you? Where is he?"

The young girl looked away from Rebecca with a guilty expression, then to Travis who was by her side. I put a hand on Rebecca's arm to comfort her at the discovery. Her face changed from tough to broken in an instant.

Luke spoke up next. "Rebecca... oh God, I am so sor-"

"Kill him."

My eyes landed on Carver, who now stood with his hands up yet still thought he had the power to talk over us.

"Rebecca, Rebecca sweetie, my god. How did we get here, you and me?" He looked around to the rest of us. "This is just a bit of a custody battle we've got goin' on here."

"Shoot him."

"Just shoot him," Clementine decided.

"What?!" Luke gasped.

There was a gunshot, a groan from Carver and a very angry Kenny.

We were all in silence until Kenny stepped across to a table behind Carver, who now lay on the ground. The clanging sound of a metal bar being picked up made me begin to wonder how far Kenny was going to take his revenge on the man.

"Go on and wait outside."

Some of the others began to do as Kenny asked, though Carlos and Sarita tried to prevent what the man wanted to do.

"Kenny," I muttered. "Maybe we could just-"

"Go on. You don't need to see this."

That wasn't Kenny anymore. His voice was cold and stern, his entire person suddenly different. I remembered the man that died inside near Savannah upon finding his wife dead and his child in a similar state. I remembered the man that got angry and I argued with in the attic of the house. I remembered the man that gave me an apologetic glance as he went to rescue the very boy he had hated, the same one he offered his final bullet to in a mercy killing. This was not the same Kenny.

But in the same argument, I was not the same Marceline, Clementine had changed and so had Travis. We couldn't be compared to the people we used to be. The apocalypse demanded change and adaptation to survive, and that was what we did.

"There ain't one part of that son of a bitch that I don't hate, but that don't make this right," Luke declared.

"I have to agree with Luke on this," I voted. "Torture makes us as low as he is. I thought we were just going to stop him following us... I'm out of here, c'mon Clem."

"Kenny," Clementine tried, "we need to leave."

The man shook his head slowly.

The group began to separate away, and I walked with Clementine to everybody else before stopping and turning back.

"Travis?"

He didn't look at me as he answered. "I'll be with you in a minute."

"You don't have to do anything else to him now," I told my friend as I walked back and placed a hand on his arm. "Please let's just go."

"Look at you," Carver chuckled. "You act all brave until you have to see a man die."

I glared at him. Carver was a monster; he was cruel and sick, power hungry and evil. I wanted us to all be free from him, but was this right? I had killed people before... I remembered it every night when I tried to sleep. Those people all attacked us and I didn't think twice about ending their lives, and I guessed that's how the others were seeing it now. Carver hurt us, and now they were going to end him.

I walked back past Travis, making a final comment as I exited. "Do what you have to do."

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