"The name's Lee." He responded, looking directly at the man to avoid a glimpse of the stitching process.

"Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Hershel Greene." Hershel appreciated his honesty and continued to work. "I don't think I caught your name, darlin'" He looked back to Clem, waiting for an answer.

"Clem-Clementine.." She meekly replied, looking at Lee for a few seconds before hanging her head. Hershel nodded and got back to work.

"So, how'd this happen?" He asked Lee, referring to the cut.

"I was in a car getting out of Atlanta and we hit some guy out in the road. It was a helluva accident." Lee explained, watching the stitches get put away as the bandages came out.

"We? The girl?" He asked more concernedly.

"Nah, police officer. He was giving me a ride." He explained further, adding: "He uh, didn't make it."

"Damn.. Still, can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine." He muttered, shaking his head.

"I'm staying with her 'till we find her parents." Lee said, trailing off as Shawn came back out. The two looked at each other and nodded.

"So, Dad, I'm thinkin' as soon as we get up, we gotta reinforce the fence. With those things out there it's too dangerous not to."

"That doesn't seem necessary." Hershel denied. Shawn wholeheartedly disagreed.

"Your son's right, you're gonna wanna fortify this place" Lee confirmed, covering Shawn.

"Whatever you heard on the radio or the TV pales in comparison to seeing them walk around like that and eat.. corpses." He whispered in a frustrated tone.

"Stuff like that doesn't happen around here, Shawn." He replied simply, patting down the bandage.

"Dad, I'm serious! Lee, c'mon, tell him what you saw out there, man." Both men's eyes were on Lee. All the shit he saw today was horrifying.

"I got chased by a couple of dead people. My friend, he turned and I had to shoot him." Lee warned Hershel, getting the point across.

"Fine, but we have enough chores as it is." He allowed, Shawn mouthed a 'thanks' to Lee.

"Lee and those folks in the barn can help in the morning before they go. But we gotta do this."

"I already said okay." Hershel replied, Shawn walked back inside. "Well, I'm all done here, your leg should feel better by tomorrow."

"Thank you, seriously." Lee said, a soft smile on his face.

"You're very welcome. Now, if the swelling doesn't go down and you start feeling hot you're probably dealing with an infection." Hershel informed Lee as he got up, slowly but surely.

"What do we do then?" He asked, a bit of worry on his face.

"We'll probably just have to shoot you." Hershel jokes, causing Clementine to gasp. "We'll reclean it, apply some antibiotics, redress it and you'll be fine." He answered truthfully with a smile.

"Okay, that'd be preferable." Lee nodded.

"There's blankets and such in the barn. Y'all gotta get up bright and early. Speaking of which, where are you headed tomorrow?" He asked, approaching the door to his house.

"Towards Macon, I suppose." Lee replied honestly.

Hershel nods, turns to Clem and smiles before going inside.

"He seems nice, I like him." Clementine said with a smile, running up to Lee's side.

Later, the two found themselves in the barn, trying to sleep.

"It smells like.." Clem pondered with a grimace.

Shit

Manure

You know..

...

Relationships:

Clementine likes you and trusts you, she'll try to be honest, too.

Shawn thinks you're the best guy he's found in this apocalypse.

Hershel believes you and is warming up to you.

Chet thought you guys were cool.