Lee looked down at Clementine and considered his options. Although her parents sounded like dead meat, what if they weren't? "What do you wanna do, Clem?" He asked, the girl next to him. She glanced down at his open wound and then up at Shawn.

"Is the farm far?" She asked. The man looked at her for a second and let out a hum as he thought about that.

"Maybe half an hour or more away, so yeah, kinda." He answered.

"Well, I think we should go anyways. Your leg looks really bad, Lee." Clem pointed out, cringing as she caught sight of it once again.

"You ain't wrong, girl. Alright, we'll hang around for the night." Lee concluded, nodding his head.

"It's a plan then. Sit tight, it'll be night soon." Shawn told them, picking up speed as they passed a walker family on the sidewalk.

Fifty or so minutes later and they had made it. The farm was a nice, big plot of land with a huge house and a small but quaint barn. They stopped just outside the gate and left the car.

"Hey, Shawn. I'ma run on home, mama's probably in a snit." Chet told his friend.

"No sweat, man. I'll catch ya tomorrow night." Shawn said goodbye as Chet looks down at Clem and smiles.

"It was nice to meet you both." With that, the large man left for his house. Lee waved goodbye when the door to the house opened, an old country man stepping out.

"Thank God you're okay." The man said, hugging Shawn. This must have been his father.

"Was worried it'd be bad here, too." Shawn replied, hugging back before pulling away.

"Been quiet as usual the past couple days. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothing new. You've uh, brought a couple of guests." He said with suspicion.

"Yeah, without them and Chet, I wouldn't be here." Shawn said, smiling at the pair. Clem hid behind Lee's leg.

"We just need a place to stay the night, and my leg needs fixing." Lee explained, the man nodded.

"You're welcome to stay but just for the night, I don't run a bed and breakfast. So, it's just you and your daughter, or should I expect a wife?" He asked, Lee tightened his fist and sighed.

"Nah, not his daughter, he's just, well.. Some guy who found her all by herself. He saved our lives back in the streets." Shawn vouched. The man kneeled down to Clementine.

"Honey, is that true?" He asked the girl.

She hesitated a bit before answering. "Yes."

"Okay then." He nodded, getting back up. "Now, about that leg, follow me. And Shawn, run on in and check on your sister. Take a seat on the porch and I'll see what I got." The two found themselves on the house's porch, and Lee took a seat on a wooden chair. Shawn and his father went inside while Clem stood on the stairs.

The old man comes back with bandages, stitches and alchohol. Clementine gasped and Lee looked a little scared himself. "Let me take a look.. Yeah, this is swollen to hell." He commented, kneeling down as he inspected Lee's knee.

"Could be worse, right?" Lee responded, gritting his teeth as the alchohol was slowly applied. The pain was bad but it was better than getting it infected.

"That's what it sounds like. Seems like things got awful bad in the cities." After a couple of minutes, The man prepared the stitches, luckily it didn't hurt as bad as the cleaning. Midway through the man asked him a question. "What'd you say your name was?" He asked, looking up at Lee momentarily.

A. Be honest with him

B. Lie to his face

C. Keep quiet

Relationships:

Clementine likes you

Shawn respects you and sees you as a friend.

The old man is skeptical of you, but welcoming.

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