"To find a newer, safer place. If we can't find a boat, a secure base is the next best thing." Lee finished, deciding his other options weren't nearly as safe as just hauling up somewhere long term, especially for the kids. Man, maybe he should have gone to Hershels..

"Yeah, like my treehouse!" Clementine compared. Her happy smile turned to a face of sadness as she remembered her parents. She was still obviously sore, after all it had been only a few hours since she decided she had to let them go.

"Exactly, but a whole lot more comfortable. Where would you like to go?" Lee asked, noticing her pitch.

"Maybe.. Um, Mexico?" She suggested, thinking off the top of her head.

"Why, you want a taco?" The two shared a laugh. Katjaa glared at them but only for a second. Her anger soon turned to a soft sigh as the pop of Duck's pistol cut through the air once again.

"Too easy!" Duck celebrated. In reality, his hands hurt a lot but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't having fun.

"Nice shootin', kid. Go take a break." Chuck suggested, holding out his hand for the gun back.

"Aww, okay, okay.." Duck gave Chuck the gun back and ran back to a box sitting alone. He took a seat on it and awkwardly looked over at his mom. He knew she was worried about him, but Lee was right. It was time for Duck to be the hero the group needed. Or, so he thought.

"Lee? Do you think things will ever go back to normal?" Clem asked, peering back up at the ten year old Duck.

"I sure hope so, Clementine. Who knows? Maybe one day someone will come up with a cure and we can all go back to school." Lee answered, staring at the golden landscape, the sun shining down on the train and the wilderness across from it.

"Not you, you're an adult." Clementine argued.

"I worked at a university, remember? I was a history teacher." Lee replied snarkily.

"Like social studies?" Clem asked slowly, a bit confused by the subject's name.

"Yeah, but for way bigger kids than you." Lee said playfully, placing his hand on her hat.

"I miss school.. I know it's dumb, but I had friends. Not just Duck and Ben."

"They're better than nothing. Imagine being in this all by yourself."

"That's true.. Lee, do you mind leaving me alone?" Clementine looked down at her talkie and Lee took the hint.

"Oh, of course. Talk to me if you need anything." Lee said, getting up from his position. Clem nodded as Lee made his way back to Mark and Carley.

"So, the little girl's a sharp shooter now?" Carley asked, giving him a smirk.

"Eh, she'll learn to get better at shooting over time. How are you two holding up?" Lee asked, sitting next to Carley and across from Mark.

"Fine, fine.. But, Lee.. We gotta talk abou-" Mark started.

"Oh shit, hold on, everybody!" Kenny's voice boomed through the train as the screeching sound of the engine blared loudly. If there were walkers around, or god forbid people..

The train came to a halt, everyone in the vehicle exiting to see what the ruckus was. A giant bridge was in front of the tracks, which would be fine.. If there wasn't a huge tanker in the way as well. Kenny breathed a frustrated sigh and put his hands on his hips. "Shit, we can't plow through that.."

"Maybe we can just walk?" Ben mumbled to the mustachioed man.

"Are you crazy? This train is our best chance of making it to Savannah in one piece, kid. Unless you want to die, we have to stick to the train."

"Hey, Kenny, ease up on the boy. It was just a suggestion." Charles butted in, stepping closer.

"Everybody calm down, we can figure this out." Mark reasoned.

"Oh we'll figure it out alright." Kenny threatened, his voice a bit louder as he glared at Chuck. Katjaa and Duck looked away in shame.

"Dude, if you keep screaming' like that, you're gonna get your face chewed off!" A male voice from the bridge yelled down, getting the attention of the group.

"Are you guys gonna be trouble? Because we could have just kept walking." A female appeared next to the male. She looked slightly taller.

"No, we're friendly!" Carley yelled, putting her glock away.

"Yeah, we mean no trouble." Lee confirmed, feeling Clem hold his hand tightly.

"Sick train, dude. Why'd you stop?" The male asked. He seemed rather friendly.

"Because that tanker right there is standin' right in front of our destination." Kenny replied, folding his arms suspiciously.

"We could help you out, send up your buddy and we can work something out!" The short male suggested.

"Sounds good. I'll be up in a sec." Lee began walking, letting go of Clementine's hand. Kenny stopped Lee mid walk.

"If they try anything malicious, we won't let them escape." The fisherman whispered. Lee nodded before continuing, climbing a ladder to the bridge.

"A group of guys is what we need." The male stranger told his partner.

"They're what you think we need." She responded strictly.

"C'mon, Christa, you know I'm right. What if-"

"Stop it." Christa shushed as Lee poked his head up from the ladder and stood to greet the couple.

"Hey dude, I'm Omid." The short male greeted, a smile on his face.

"Heya, my name's Lee. I'm the leader of the group. Christa, is it?" Lee greeted back. Christa looked flushed when she mentioned his name.

"That's right." She grumbled. Omid let out an awkward laugh. "So, you think you'll need our help?"

"If you guys can help us out with that tanker, definitely." Lee said, trying to return his own smile.

"How's your group?" Christa quizzed, a hand on her hip.

"We're tight knit. We lost a few people recently, but Kenny, the guy with the accent, still has a family. Carley and Mark are really trustworthy people. We just met Chuck but he's a great guy. Ben is young and stupid but he tries his best." Lee explained, pointing at those he named so they knew who he was talking about.

"Well, they seem like good people. Mind if we start-" Before Omid could finish, Clementine appeared climbing up the ladder. "Holy shit. Goddamn, you guys have a kid!" He exclaimed.

"Clem, what are you doing up here?" Lee asked.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've seen a kid?! Shit! What's your name?" Omid asked excitedly.

"C-Clementine." Clem introduced herself, a bright smile on her face.

"Oh, so he gets to swear?" Lee joked, folding his arms.

"You're not her dad, are you? Is he down there?" Christa asked, looking between the two.

"It's that obvious?" Lee responded. "And no, he isn't. We prefer not to talk about it." He added.

"Ah, I see. So, what's your story?" Christa questioned.

Choices:

A: We met when this all started.

B: None of your business.

C: I was on my way to prison…

Relationships:

Clementine seems content with your plan. 9/10

Kenny just wants to move the hell on. 6/10

Carley is your lover and supports your choice. 10/10

Katjaa is still a bit mad but understands your decision. 8/10

Duck likes using guns, he feels like he could be a real hero. 10/10

Chuck is happy with your plan. 8/10

Ben still seems a bit off. 9/10

Mark is your best friend. 10/10

Omid seems like a cool guy, but you just met him. 6/10

Christa seems suspicious of you (reasonably). 5/10

Andy St. John is still out there. 0/10