AN: Hey guys :) Just wanted to pop in to answer that guest's question…

I think that'd be a pretty interesting idea, actually. Lilly and Kenny think and act very differently from one another, and it really is (at least in my mind) a pretty big part of what made parts of season one entertaining – seeing things from different points of view, and then getting to act (as Lee) on which side you're on, or if you're even on a side AT ALL. I was just talking with Soon the Apocalypse about this the other day actually, and he brought up an interesting point. Lilly was the most ideal candidate to be an opposing force or ideal against Kenny, mainly because of her determination and will to survive contrasting with Kenny's desire to be a family man struggling to keep his loved ones alive. That's a big thing that season two was sorely missing, and although I still think that Jane was a pretty decent substitute, in the end it just wasn't the same.

So, to answer your question… I'm gonna think about it. Right now I kind of have a lot on my plate in terms of fics, so it might not be for a while, but I'm thinking of making a story where Lilly actually doesn't take off in the RV after shooting Carley/Doug – looking through her perspective and what might be different going into the end of season one and such.

I really like your idea – Lilly and Kenny (although, as I'm sure people have noticed, I tend to prefer one more than the other) are very memorable and influential characters, and so having them look after Clementine would just be a party every single day lol. Thanks for the suggestion!

Also, another big thanks goes to Galen Devereaux for all of the awesome suggestions – at least one of which I'm going to incorporate into this chapter! If you guys haven't seen his work, go check him out on his page, along with all of the other reviewers on here! Paradoxilla, Aqua and Meg all have awesome stuff up their sleeves themselves, so be sure to read through them. You won't be disappointed.

Clem's POV

"She's immune… The bite won't do anything to her… Ellie's immune to the virus… She can't get infected…"

Immune. Immune. Immune.

I've used that word so many times, gone through it so much in my brain that the words hardly mean anything anymore. I've had years to contemplate what this could all mean – why this would happen to her, what the consequences could be, whether or not she's the only one in the entire world with this… gift. Bleh, I don't even know whether to call it that anymore. It's not as if she asked for it or anything.

But what I think of it is irrelevant. Completely, totally, utterly. All because I have no real authority over what goes down with Ellie's body whatsoever. It should be her decision, and her decision alone. So yes, I have been a hypocrite in this… sheltering her away from the truth and keeping her secret tightly under wraps. But were it somebody else… someone's child, a sibling, a close friend, a husband or wife… would they not do the same?

Assuming that all three of them (Ellie herself included) probably have about a billion and a half questions to ask me, I sigh; shuddering deep within my chest as I reopen my eyes and blankly stare at the two women who've been with me almost throughout this entire ordeal. And what happens?

Out of the corner of Lilly's mouth, I see it. A twitch… a ghost of a smirk. Jane pretends that she's coughing when I know that she's trying to control a snort from breaking out from across her lips. She'd probably be in full-on laughter mode if they didn't already believe that Ellie was going to die.

Irritated that they would actually think I would deliberately make something of this grand nature up, I frown deeply. "You… you seriously don't believe me?" I infer, making sure that I glance towards the both of them a second time to make sure that I'm not seeing things. "You've got to be kidding me right now…"

"Look, Clem… I know that you two are close… but making up excuses like this isn't – "

"I'm telling you the truth!" I interrupt Lilly, casting her a sharp look as I try to drill it through their heads. It's definitely not easy though, not only because I'm having trouble keeping a straight face with Ellie in so much pain, but also because this isn't something you hear every day. I'll admit – listening to somebody saying how they're immune to the very same virus that's already claimed the lives of millions would probably make me roll my eyes too.

But I saw it. I sat with Ellie that entire night and barely heard a peep from her as her friend turned into a vicious monster right beside me. I know for a fact that what I saw was god damn real, and I've actually got the evidence this time to back it up.

With Jane still thinking that I'm crazy as well, I huff out before folding my arms and standing up; turning towards Ellie as she sits there clutching her wound. "Clem, come on… I'm so sorry, but there's no other way around it… Denial's not going to help anyone," Lilly advises as she tries to get through to me. "Just… let us help out, alright? This… this can't be the same as before… not like AJ…"

Feeling an icy sting at her words that I'm fairly certain she hadn't meant, I pause for a moment as I close my eyes and clench a fist tightly. I couldn't save him… No matter how hard I tried to keep him alive, no matter how much I begged and pleaded for him to wake up from his little nap and cry out for nourishment, in the end I couldn't pull any magic from under my blue and white cap. I killed that boy with my negligence… am I slowly doing the same thing with Ellie?

…that can't be right. If that was the case, then why is she still here? Why has she grown into a smart, independent, highly adventurous young girl if I had done something wrong? Think of it this way: would Jane have tried so hard with me back then if she thought that I was a waste of time? Not likely. In fact, she probably wouldn't have even spared me a passing glance if she thought I wasn't capable enough. I wasn't Jaime. Ellie isn't AJ.

Although I still heavily grieve for the boy even to this day, I manage to brush that comment behind me and focus on the task at hand – this is what's important now. The best thing I can do is to try with the hand I've been given.

"Roll down your sleeve, Ellie," I command, not really giving her a choice as my piercing, golden eyes stare her down. "Show it to them."

Looking torn between the abrupt decision – rightly so after all that I've been feeding through her head over time – Ellie distrustfully glances over at Lilly and Jane out of the corner of her eye. It's a sad sight to behold, seeing how insecure she can become within the span of a moment. "But… you said never to – "

"It's too late for that now," I cut in, wishing this wasn't so just as much as she does. "Just… we need to prove it to them," I add while taking a step towards her; offering my hand so that she can rise to her feet. "Pull down your sleeve. If there's anyone left that we could trust… anyone in the world… it'd be them. Let them see."

Hesitation shrouds her in a cloud of uncertainty as Ellie grasps at the thin, cotton fabric in between two of her fingers; carefully dragging it up her forearm as she winces upon disturbing her more recently-fresh wound. I need to find something to clean that up with as soon as possible, but due to the fact that I can't convince my friends of this revelation on my own, that's going to have to wait. This would be so much easier if I had some sort of mind-control device…

Ellie breathes a sharp intake of air in between her teeth as I actually hear her whistle slightly for the first time, but I don't bring it up as the situation is far too delicate for that sort of thing right now. It strikes a chord in me to see the wound again – a jagged, scarred half-crescent mark upon her forearm that's actually grown with her as her body's gotten bigger. It's really old now and doesn't hurt her in the slightest, but upon closer inspection (and in the fading daylight) I can see that the bite had caused her arm to swell pretty badly at some point. The mark had reacted fairly violently against her immune system and had puffed up like a bad allergic reaction, but thankfully she had won out on this round.

I turn around to judge Lilly's reaction, seeing as Jane has voluntarily left to try and gather stuff to at least stop the bleeding (even though she thinks it'll be in vain), and I'm actually a little pensive about it. Lilly's face is as white as a sheet, with her eyes wide and overbearing while her mouth is slightly agape. I wasn't exactly sure how she would take it, but from this first glance, it doesn't seem too good.

"…what the actual fuck…" she mutters, having to hold herself up by the back of a bench as she shakes her head violently. "No… this… this isn't real… It can't be… Jane, get over here, now! JANE!" she yells out urgently, wanting the woman to see this for herself as I lower my gaze to the ground and fold my hands together.

"Yeah," I tell her softly, "it was hard for me to wrap my head around it at first, too."

Hearing the ragged footsteps of Jane creeping up on us in the distance, I look over at Lilly once more as she stares me down long and hard. This should be fun to explain…

"…how long have you known?"

Glancing over at Ellie in exhaustion as she snivels and clutches her bleeding arm, I rub my fingers tenderly over her amber locks in comfort – perhaps more so for me than for her at this point. The thick, red liquid squirts through her fingers as Jane returns from her scavenger hunt; coming up with some makeshift bandages in the form of an entire roll of paper towels as she nearly drops them to the ground in front of us. This'll have to do in the meantime until we can find something better.

Knowing that Ellie is gonna hate me for bringing this up, I sigh and relent. No use in trying to avoid the unbridled truth of this now. It's far too late to turn back and run away.

"…it was when Riley died… eight years ago…"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Clementine…"

"It was a walker in the basement, not a bandit – must've snuck in while they were playing. Neither of them were big enough to take on the thing themselves when it got the jump on them…" I recall, looking apologetically over at Ellie as I turn my head and speak directly towards her. "I… I had to put her down while you were sleeping… and covered it up so that no one would find out."

At this point, Ellie is already staring at me with hurt and betrayal, as I had never really mentioned what truly became of her best friend up to this point. All that I said was that Riley was at peace and that she wouldn't suffer any longer, but not once did I say that I had to put her down after she turned.

As for Jane and Lilly, well… let's just say that I think today is the day that our trust is starting to go downhill. Lilly practically has smoke billowing out of her ears, Jane looks like a confused puppy tilting its head to the side, and I'm just sitting here letting it all sink in. I wonder if this would've been easier if I had just mentioned it to them in private like I told myself I would do after that whole mess in Ranger's Grove. The shock value would probably remain the same at first, but over time they probably would've come to accept it. Heck, maybe they would've even helped me try to keep it a secret as well.

Right now, though? Yeah… that's probably not going to go over very well at all.

"Here, Ellie…" I mutter, picking up the paper towel and trying to wrap it around her arm in order to avoid another awkward pause. However, when she simply snatches the material away and thanks Jane without even sparing me a passing glance, I nod in acknowledgement and leave her be. Looks like she needs to be alone for a little while.

Hovering near the bench, Lilly eyes the little girl as if she's about to burst into flames at any second; probably half-expecting a walker to come pouncing through her skin and trying to attack us all. Knowing that I'm probably in very hot water at this point, I stand up and walk towards them, asking if there's somewhere private we can talk.

Jane gives me the dirtiest look I've ever seen as she silently turns around and beckons for the three of us to head over to a balloon popping game – more than likely the spot where Ellie managed to pilfer those water guns from. A whole flock of plastic, baby ducks floats in the water with the popped balloons, leading me to believe that they used to be tied onto them before.

"Where do I even fucking begin here…" she trails off, waiting for Lilly to catch up as she hands Ellie an extra pistol and tells her that we'll all be right back. Ha, not if Jane tears my head off first, we won't! "So… she's really…?"

"Yes," I answer shortly, barely even registering her words as I look at the cute, yellow ducks floating in the algae-infested water. No way am I taking a sip out of that, no thank you.

Jane grasps at her short hair and paces back and forth as Lilly catches up to use, standing on the other side of me with her arms folded as I continue to ogle the ducks. "I'm just trying to understand your thought process here…" Lilly reprimands as I try to deflect the verbal lashings I'm about to receive. "Let me get this straight – you've known about Ellie's… condition… for eight years. Eight. And you haven't said a word about this to anyone at all?"

"That's the gist of it, yeah."

"Don't give me the attitude alright, Clem? You don't have the right," Lilly angrily tells me, spinning my shoulder around so that I'm facing the both of them more clearly. Matching their pissed off looks with a cold, steely one of my own, I don't buck under their scolding glances.

"I don't need to explain myself if I'm going to get interrogated about it the whole damn time…"

"Actually, Clementine, you kind of do," Jane argues, also not appreciating my behaviour. Well, that makes two of us then, Jane. "I can't believe you right now… How… how fucking selfish did you have to be?"

"Excuse me?!" I erupt, getting all up in her grill as Lilly practically slams me back into the carnie stand. "The hell do either of you know about being selfless, huh?! Telling me to leave Sarah behind to die and then abandoning us afterwards, shooting Carley in the fucking head when she pissed you off?! Oh yeah, we've got ourselves a couple of real angels over here, yes sir! Don't act like I'm in the wrong on this!"

"You listen to me," Lilly warns, pointing a finger at me as she glowers down. Curse my stupid short height! "This right here? Our actions pale in comparison right now, Clementine. Do you have any idea what you've been holding back all this time? Do you have any idea what this could've meant?!"

Pushing her finger away from me, I get more pissed off and upset than I have been in quite a while. It just so happens that Jane and Lilly, unfortunately, are taking the brunt of my anger. "Oh I've had a pretty grand old time figuring that out for myself, Lilly. I'm not an idiot!" I argue, fists clenching so hard that my fingers feel as though they're about to break.

I see Jane tense up a little bit as she spots how worked up we're all getting about this, but nonetheless she keeps on egging me for more. God damn, now I know how Kenny must've felt back then…

"James and Bo have been working on a cure – a cure, Clem. Ellie is that cure. We… we could've been…" she cuts herself off, finding it difficult to keep going without blowing up as she turns around to let off some steam. "I don't even know anymore… How is this even a choice? How… how could you have not mentioned this to anybody?! Our lives – no, everyone's life – could be back to normal by now!"

I understand where they're coming from, I truly do. Lilly and Jane, like me and so many others, have lost their entire family and friends due to the dead coming back to life, and to find out that I've been harboring the cure for myself… ok, fine. Yeah, it was damn selfish of me. In fact, one could even argue that I'm one of the worst people on the planet for this shit.

But on the other hand…

"…do you know what they do back at the space station? Do you have any idea what they were up to with this so-called "cure"?" I question, using quotation marks with my fingers and feeling my face grow hot as I reveal stage two of my secrets. "Before you guys found me again at the space centre… before I even knew Ellie existed… James and Bo were… experimenting. On people. They were carving their heads open and sucking out brain fluid through tubes!" I exclaim, startling them into silence as I continue my tale. "They killed people by the hundreds to try and find their miracle cure. There were stacks of bodies rotting in the corner, all of whom were people they claimed to be bad apples. Bandits, stray travellers, other survivors, you name it."

Looking as though she doesn't know whether I'm telling the truth or just acting paranoid, Lilly stares down at her feet as she closes her eyes and softly breathes through her nose.

"When you guys and your group came in and attacked, killing most of the scientists at the place, James couldn't handle the amount of people they were bringing in… so he started cutting the number down to something he and Bo could handle," I remark, turning towards Lilly as I lift her chin up. "Those records you found way back then?" I mention, sparking her memory as she slowly nods her head. "They were about the people he was experimenting on. All of those "patients" were people that he and Bo plucked off the street and strapped to a chair. Nobody was volunteering to help some sort of bullshit cause… they were murdered so that he could continue his research. They needed live test subjects the whole time."

"…fuck," Jane shudders, glancing back towards Ellie as she continues to sit near the carousel quietly. "So… in order to save us… Ellie…"

"They'd kill her, Jane," I whisper, not wanting to say it too loud in case she happens to eavesdrop on our conversation at the wrong time. "Don't you see? I couldn't let that happen to her… This wasn't her fault – Ellie doesn't deserve to die for this. It's their mess, and they can clean it up themselves."

Jane looks absolutely sick to her stomach, but I'm still not sure if that's to do with knowing that Ellie would have to die in order to save everyone, or whether it's that there's a possibility that we could've all been vaccinated years ago if I had just spoken up about it. I know that deep down, the two of them are survivalists, with that being the primary force of thinking on their minds at almost all times, and that they're having a tough time understanding my reasoning behind all of this madness.

But the least I can do is to try and get them to see things from my point of view, isn't it?

"What if it was Jaime? Or Larry who was the cure to all humankind?"

"Don't even try to make that comparison, Clementine… this isn't the same thing…"

"What if it was?" I probe, ignoring Lilly's remark as I try to get it to sink into their heads. "Would you be willing to let your loved ones die just to save a bunch of strangers? I mean… how do we even know that this'll even work?"

"Ellie's not your family, Clem!" Lilly barks at me, stinging a little but not making a dent regardless.

"Well, she fucking might as well be! Because we're the only family she's got left!" I lash out, trying to strike some feelings into the cold-hearted vixens with no small amount of success. "Whether you like it or not, we are her family, now. And guys… Is there anything you wouldn't do for your family?"

Hook, line and sinker. I watch as Jane's eyes start to take on a softer turn no matter how much she tries to fight it, and even Lilly lightly groans as she bites her lip and kicks the dirt in frustration. No matter how much they may try and deny it, the two of them care deeply about that little girl's wellbeing. I may have pushed the bias a little further with that, too, seeing as how they probably would've thrown Ellie under the bus if they had known about her immunity back when they had just met her. But… it's better this way. Ellie is my responsibility – I made a promise to myself as well as her deceased mother back in Houston that I'd look out for her.

And that's what I intend to do, for better or worse. I won't make the same mistakes again.

"Grr… fucking hell…" Lilly mumbles under her breath, with that infamous Caul grouchiness coming in full swing. With a heavy sigh and one annoyed look back at me, she turns on her heel and starts to head towards the exit. "Let's just get out of here… I need a little time to think…"

"We all definitely do," I say to myself as Jane heads over towards Ellie, with me tossing a stone into the green water behind me as the ducks float away from the ripple. As she leads the young girl back towards the truck with a heavy heart, with me watching as I deflatedly look on, I can only stand there and wonder if I've done the right thing.

I ask this because I seriously don't know anymore.

My slow walk back towards our vehicle turns into a jog, and then a full-on sprint as I notice the unwelcome visitors coming towards us – at least twenty walkers coming in from god knows where, all with an insatiable hunger for human flesh as Jane, Lilly and Ellie all wait impatiently outside the truck. They haven't had to fire off a shot yet thankfully, but waiting for an impending attack is making them a little antsy.

Fumbling in my jacket pocket for the keys, I nearly drop them underneath one of the tires as I nervously clutch them in my hands; unlocking the doors as everyone steps in.

"Seatbelts," I remind everyone, sounding like a broken record as I try to twist the key in the ignition; wary of the walkers who are nearly upon us. However, as I should've guessed after hearing the truck splutter on the way over here, some kind of weird noise occurs when I twist the keys instead of that wonderful engine sound that we're all used to. "No… no, no, no, not fucking now! Are you serious?!" I complain, trying to get the hunk of metal started three more times before lightly slapping my palm against the leather steering wheel.

"Are we out of gas?" Lilly asks me from the back seat, but I check the fuel gauge only to see that the bar is still at halfway.

"No," I complain, tapping on the meter as she pokes her head up in between the seats. "We should have more than enough to get back. Any idea what else it could be?"

Crawling up to the front and practically having to sit on Jane's lap to check things out for herself, Lilly ignores the woman's mutters of worry as she tries to judge the problem for herself. "Hmm…" she hums, our previous argument forgotten for the moment as a pressing issue rains down on us, "maybe… no, that won't work. Never mind. How's about… maybe we could try…"

"Uh… guys?" Jane worriedly tries to get our attention as Ellie is paralyzed with fear in the back seat, but Lilly and I are too distracted to pay much attention to her.

"What do you think it could be?"

"More than likely the engine's fried," she grunts, twisting the key again before nodding her head. "Yep, definitely the engine. Hear that hissing sound? That's what we get for not keeping up with the maintenance on these things."

"Guys!" Jane interrupts a little bit louder, tapping on Lilly's shoulder incessantly just as the first fist bangs on the window to the left of me; startling me back into my seat as Ellie shrieks lightly behind me. The walkers have arrived, and have come in force.

Four of them quickly make their way to my side, with their rotten teeth clambering against the window pane as their disgusting, dirty nails scrape against the glass. Thanking my lucky stars that they're too stupid to open a door, I quickly put the lock down as I curse our misfortune for getting into this mess. Three of them have clambered onto the trunk bed in the back and have started to try and snatch Ellie up through the back window, and with a bunch more on the way, we're basically sitting ducks in this vehicle.

"Anyone got any ideas?" Jane asks, holding out her pistol and checking the rounds before locking it back up. "I've got half a dozen rounds, but not enough to take them all on at once."

"Two in mine," I admit, and cringing when Lilly states that she's only got one in her rifle. However, she doesn't seem to be nearly as nervous as the rest of us, as Lilly turns towards me and the left side of the truck. "What are you thinking here?" I question, wondering why she's leaning closer towards me.

"I'm thinking," she trails off, preparing to explain her elaborate plan, "that we tip this thing over onto its side. We can crush these bastards without firing a bullet."

Mouth agape, I gawk at her reasoning as she straddles me and prepares to rock the truck back and forth.

"Are you crazy?! What if we all get stuck in here?!" I criticize, not wanting to get trapped in a truck and feasted upon by all of these walkers looming outside. They're actually a lot more resilient than they look, and who's to say whether this'll even work at all? We might end up with the roof of the truck on the ground, for god's sakes!

"Got any better ideas? Any of you?" she questions, arching an eyebrow as one of the walkers create a crack in Jane's side of the window. When Ellie and Jane both reluctantly join on the left of the truck, I swallow the lump in my throat and join in.

Oh sweet, merciful Christ I hope this works…

With Lilly being the most physically strong out of the four of us, she tries to get it started as she leans her feet up against the head rest, places both of her hands on the window and pushes as hard as she can. I unlock the doors once again so that we won't be trapped inside if something happens to break, and Jane helps shove the door before putting her pistol back into its holster.

"C'mon, guys! Push!" Lilly grunts as we all shove our hardest against the truck. We manage to at least get the thing moving side to side a little bit, and with enough momentum on our side, this force starts to prove more and more effective. I start to get worried when I notice the walkers getting closer and closer to breaking inside, with one of them actually managing to get an arm through the glass, but after about ten or so pushes, our stomachs drop as the truck hesitates before falling onto its side; crushing some of their heads like jelly sandwiches as I try to shield my eyes.

Some of the blood and muck squirts onto my face as some of the monsters are flattened into pancakes, but I screech for help when one of them remains alive underneath the heavy piece of machinery; snapping its teeth in my direction as its arms and legs are crushed underneath our combined weight. I can feel its cold, unfeeling skin brushing against my cheek as it nearly tears my face apart with a bite.

"HELP! KILL IT!" I shriek as Ellie of all people takes out her switchblade and stabs the thing right through the forehead. Thanking her quickly, I painfully turn onto my back and see that Jane's already gotten the door open on the right… or should I say the top… and has stumbled out, followed closely by Lilly as Ellie extends a hand towards me. "You okay?"

"Yeah…" she remarks in fright, still looking like she's in pain from her bite from before. I still can't believe that it happened again… How could it have possibly happened so quickly?

But enough of that, it's time for us to leave and… do whatever it is we have to in order to get home safely. How we're going to pass through these bastards now that they've seen us is beyond me, but I'm sure that Jane and Lilly have some sort of plan put together.

Unless of course, they've just been winging it this entire time.

Avoiding the shattered glass windows as best as I can, I bend my knees and lift Ellie up to the open door up above. Once she's up and has been quickly dragged out by Lilly, I climb my way to the top by clutching onto the cushiony seats and break to the outside world; ducking out of instinct when Jane fires her pistol at a walker who had managed to get too close for comfort.

"Crap… we're gonna get surrounded!" Lilly mutters urgently, bashing one of the walkers with the butt end of her rifle and slamming its face with the door of the truck as we start to back up. Twenty walkers have turned into almost forty, and they're all heading towards us at an alarming rate. It seems that we've just angered the beehive, so to speak. "We need to… fuck, I don't know! Pushing through them like this is too risky!"

With danger quickly advancing towards us, and with not enough ammunition to take them all down, I see no other option other than to retrace our steps. "Back into the carnival, let's go!" I hurry them along, with Jane looking as if this isn't a great idea. I know it's not, because most of the place had been boarded off with old scrap cars and slabs of concrete after the dead came back, but there's got to be something we can use to our advantage. If not that, then we can at least try and get to some higher ground and hope for a miracle. I'm pretty much fresh out of ideas at this point.

Sprinting back inside, ignoring that stupid carousel (which, come to think of it, probably got us into this mess in the first place with the loud organ music blaring from the blasted thing), we head past a deflated bouncy castle and over towards an old sports zone; the walkers still hot on our heels as they make it past the ticket booth.

"We can't let ourselves get trapped in like this, Clem! We have to keep moving!" Lilly tells me, keeping one eye on the small herd that's on the way as she clutches onto a long stick – one of the things that carnies used in order to grab onto the prizes they were too short to reach.

Shaking my head, I snap my fingers as, sure enough, buried in a plastic box behind the bar is a bag of sporting equipment. I had fully expected it to be football padding inside, but to my surprise, it seems to be… huh? What's this jersey?

"Toronto… Maple Leafs? The hell?" I question, tossing it over my shoulder as I dig through the rest of the materials inside. Must be some sort of sports team – sounds really cheesy and stupid to me, though. I mean, how is a name like the fucking Maple Leafs supposed to instill fear into their opponents?

"You've gotta be kidding me…" Jane mutters, pulling off a small smirk as she looks over my shoulder.

"We've got no choice," I reply, turning towards her and handing the woman some of the hockey equipment, including some shin pads, elbow pads, a chest protector, gloves, a helmet and an old, wooden hockey stick. "Quickly, put them on and send Lilly over here. We might not have enough time to put them all on, but it's all we've got."

Handing Ellie the shin pads and claiming that she's not really going to need them, Jane nods her head and jogs back over to Lilly to explain the situation. I, meanwhile, lift some of the goalie equipment out from the bottom of the crate and try to put them on – mask, chest protector and all. This goalie stick is kind of heavy for me to use, but it'll certainly be enough to get me a break through.

"Ellie, what are you doing?! Put the stuff on, let's go!" I tell her, practically shoving the elbow pads into her hands as she shakes her head. "What do you mean, no?"

"Clem, there's no point – I'm faster without it, and I can't get infected! You said so yourself!" she points out, causing me to sigh in defeat as Lilly starts to put some of the equipment on herself.

"Fine," I relent, seeing that she might be right about this, "but you're at least keeping the helmet on, alright? Now let's get moving – we need to break through their lines."

Hearing Jane's frantic shouts for us to hurry along with the sound of her remaining bullets being fired into their skulls, we get set to double-time as Lilly straps herself up. Turns out there actually was a football helmet stuffed inside, so she manages to place that over her head and clutch onto both her carney stick as well as a golf club that she had managed to find.

Together, as a team we make our way towards Jane and hack at a walker that she's quarreling with; beating it over the head with our makeshift weapons with sheer fury. I'm pretty sure that this isn't how these sports were really meant to be played, but then again, I don't think Tiger Woods ever had to worry about beating people with his clubs… Okay, too soon.

Once we've finished clubbing the beast to death, the four of us slowly make our way towards the onslaught of walkers; melee weapons at the ready as we prepare to do the impossible.

"Let's fuck some shit up," Jane remarks as I chuckle slightly before nodding my head.

"You're god damn right," I hear Lilly concur, clutching onto her weapons like some sort of ninja. "Ooh-ra, baby. Let's see if the military's taught me anything useful."

Taking another step forward, I feel like a medieval knight as I bring the goalie stick back and slam it into the first of the first walker I come across.