It was currently morning, Lee, Clem and Chuck walked around roaming walkers with black blood and guts all over them. An idea Chuck thought of was to drench himself in walker blood in case they couldn't tell the difference. It had taken them hours of walking, but they were finally at the train, away from most walkers. Clementine let out a sigh of relief before looking at her walkie talkie in Lee's pocket.

"Can't I just hold it?" Clem asked, her voice shy and timid.

"No. I'm sorry, Clem, but you can't be trusted with this. Someone might be following the group into Savannah." Lee replied sternly, climbing onto the empty train to check for any supplies he left. "Damn, they must have taken it with them."

"Maybe we should take a break. We been walkin' for hours." Chuck suggested, laying against his old bed. Blood was around some of the floor, must be Travis and Omid.

"Yeah.. You're right. Ten minutes, then we're going to Savannah. Kenny would probably bring everyone to River Street, so that's where we'll go." Lee decided, sitting down against the entrance to the first box car. Clem sat down against a corner, folding her arms in solidarity. It was going to be a long walk.

(You are now Mark)

The group had just narrowly escaped a walker attack, and were now in the backyard of some mansion. A bell alerted the walkers to their position, and they barely escaped with their lives. Ben was binded by a rope to his wrists. "Motherfucker.. That was way too close!" Kenny exclaimed, pacing around the yard.

"Alright, we should stay here. Lee, Clem and Chuck have gotta be coming soon." Mark suggested.

"We can't just sit here and wait for Lee! There's someone here ringing bells to kill us! What we should be doing is waitin' for the herd to pass, then grab a boat." Kenny argued.

"Well they're not going to go away if you keep on screaming!" Christa whispered, the sound of growling fading from the gate after a minute or so.

"Yes, please, Ken.. We need to calm down." Katjaa agreed, sitting down next to an anxious Duck. Kat didn't want her gun, but wouldn't give it to her son in a million years.

"Y-yeah, dude.. Can't we just focus on getting Travis and I inside?" Omid asked, hissing in pain at his cut.

"Y-yeah.. Calm down, Kenny." Travis added, reminding Kenny of why he was so pissed in the first place. He turned to Ben who leaned against the wall and began walking toward him.

"Alright, we get inside, right? Then this shitbird sells one of us out? Then what, is Lee still the most of our worries then?" Kenny questioned, poking a finger into Ben's chest.

"Hey, I-I didn't want to do it! I did it for the sake of the group!" Ben squeaked, getting glares from Kenny and Travis.

"He's right. Kenny, you're being dramatic, Ben wouldn't do that again." Carley stepped in front of the lanky teen, body blocking him to spare him from Kenny's wrath. The man had been violent with members of the group in the past after all and she didn't want another Larry situation.

"I'm right here, y'know.." Ben muttered, getting sympathetic looks from those who still supported him.

"Doesn't mean we have to treat you like one of us." Kenny cruelly responded.

"GUYS. Easy. Kenny, what do you think we should do?"

"I think we should leave Ben's ass for the walkers. That way, we all get to have peace of mind."

"Do you hear yourself?!" Katjaa asked, completely bewildered by Kenny's call.

"W-wait, you guys can't! P-please, I was doing it for the sake of the group!" Ben defended, tears swelling in his eyes.

"This is madness, stop!" Carley yelled over the voices. She took a deep breath, everyone's eyes on her. "What would Lee have us do? He'd make a vote."

"Why do we have to do it his way?! He ain't even here!" Kenny shot back before understanding why she'd say that. "Oooh, I see. You think your boyfriend is the only one who can be smart around here, huh? You think that-"

"GUYS. We can vote in a second. First, let's focus on getting inside so we can patch up Travis and Omid. Okay?" Mark calmed everyone down quickly, the walkers were still lingering outside but most were leaving.

"Whatever.." Kenny shook his head, walking over to the door to try and find a way in. After a few seconds of searching, Mark found a locked pet door.

"If only we had Clementine.." Mark whispered, kicking the locked door.

"Maybe I could fit through?" Duck asked, getting close to the door. Katjaa followed him closely.

"Absolutely not! We can find another way." Katjaa whisper shouted, her blonde brows furrowing angrily.

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I have to. I mean, can you fit in there?" Duck asked rhetorically.

"Excuse me?" She sounded offended by his comment.

"That's not what I meant! I uh.. Just wanna be responsible." Duck replied, twiddling his thumbs.

"It's either that or we get goin'. Your choice." Kenny said to no one in particular. Mark felt like Kenny was too corrupt to be a leader, so the military man thought he could decide for everyone. They'd most likely agree with him.. Right?

Choices:

A: Hide out in the mansion

B: Head for River Street

Relationships (Lee):

Clementine knows how disappointed you are at her. 7/10

Chuck thinks you're doing a fine job at raising Clem. 9/10

Kenny is happy you dealt with Andy, but still isn't sure of you. 7/10

Carley misses you dearly. 10/10

Mark is here in your absence, ready to handle anything that comes to the group. 10/10

Omid is grateful for you saving him and Christa, but still very worried about you. 7/10

Christa is grateful as well, but REALLY wants you back. 7/10

Katjaa still believes you are a good man. 9/10

Duck thinks you're one cool leader and prefers you over his loud dad. 10/10

Ben is scared for his life. 7/10

Travis is still grateful you've saved him so many times. 10/10

There's a man on the walkie talkie Clementine owns.. They don't seem friendly. 3/10