"I vote Ben stays with us. Sure, he's screwed up in the past, but kicking someone out of the group during these times and at this place is just cruel. Not only that, but Ben can redeem himself. He can be useful. Besides, do you think Lee would really want some poor kid thrown out of the group without his knowing? It's just morally right." Mark explained, saving Ben from eviction, death or worse.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mark. I swear, I'll try to do right by all of you." Ben stared at Travis as he spoke the last of his words, making the other teen conflicted in how he thought. Carley walked up to him and removed his binds.

"Then it's decided. You get to stay. Just please try not to do anything like that again." Carley sternly, taking a step back from him.

"If you do, you're definitely out, and we don't want that." Mark added, sitting down on the couch after pacing tirelessly.

"Thank you, again. I understand. It will never happen a-" Ben was interrupted when a gunshot rung through the house.

"NO!" Kenny's voice boomed from upstairs, causing everyone in the living room (aside from Omid who is still unconscious) to peak up at the stairs, fear in their eyes. Mark and Carley stood up.

"Let's go. Christa, protect the boys at all costs." Carley ordered, running up the stairs, both with guns in their hands.

"Got it." Christa nodded, pulling out a pistol, watching Duck, Travis and Ben while cradling Omid's head in her lap. Mark and Carley continued running until they reached the second floor, where another set of stairs leading to the attic met them.

"Who should go up first?" Mark asked quietly, the sounds of sobbing coming from upstairs putting the two off entirely.

"I'll go, you stay right behind me." Carley answered, beginning to climb the sturdy ladder of stairs up.

"Right." Mark replied, getting into position. Once Carley reached the attic she let out a gasp.

"Oh my god.. W-what, what happened?!" She choked out, a hand over her lips. Mark rushed up the stairs, standing upright before an awful smell hit his nostrils. He recoiled with a grunt before his eyes met with Katjaa, dead on the ground, blood pouring from a hole in her temple, a gun resting in her right hand whilst a sobbing Kenny lingered over her.

"Kat, Kat, Katjaa? Honey.. Oh fucking god.." Kenny sobbed, burying his head in her blood soaked jacket. Kenny was also covered in blood, her blood. A few feet away from them was a zombified child with short brown hair and a malnourished frame. His bones stuck out from his ribs, his eyes pale, freckles dotting his cheeks. It was horrible.

"Kenny, a-are you okay? What happened?" Mark said carefully, slowly approaching the man.

"She.. Sh-she.. She just… Oh, oh fuck.." He could barely speak, his speech being cut out by sniffles and tears, his voice already broken and squeakish. He swept his fingers across her face, closing his wife's eyes as his own leaked salty tears. Kenny slowly got up, holding her gun in his hand whilst looking down at the young boy in front of them, clawing across the floor for food.

"T-the kid.. I-it.. I-it did her in… She was- she was already under a lot of stress. T-the boy looks like Duck.." That was all he was able to squeak out before bursting into tears again.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Ben is here to stay, but you should go get some rest. Go to one of the bedrooms and take a nap." Carley said, taking her glock and aiming at the kid with a wince in her face.

"Y-yeah.. O-okay… Just.. Bury my wife? Please?" Kenny begged, tears dropping to the floor below him.

"Of course, I'll get right on it." Mark confirmed, picking up the deceased woman from the ground. Kenny shakily nodded, barely whispering a thank you as he left the attic. Mark left shortly after, another gunshot going off as he left for the stairs.

Everyone saw the body, including Duck. He was horrified, immediately cowering into a ball and sobbing away. Mark almost cried for the boy as well, but managed to keep his cool. "Was it a murder..?" Christa asked quietly.

"No.. No, she.. Gave up." Mark answered, opening the front door. Carley was downstairs in no time, the young boy in her arms.

"Oh.." Was all she managed to say. She looked down at herself and cuddled Omid closer.

The two were outside, putting Katjaa and the boy in the same grave as the boy's dog. Mark grabbed a shovel and began shoveling dirt on them whilst Carley watched next to him. The two were silent, not speaking a single word to each other, both still shocked from what they had seen. By the time Mark was done, it had become windy and cloudy, walkers were actually mostly gone from the outside of the gates. Whilst observing these changes, Mark noticed something, a figure.. Too dark to see who it was though. He touched Carley's shoulder when he noticed and pointed at the man. Upon realizing they saw him, he sprinted out of the scene.

"Hey, come back!" Carley yelled to the stalker, pressing her hands against the gate. "Who are you!?"

"Carley, calm down.. We need to take a break. Maybe we're just seeing things." Mark said in an effort to make himself feel better. A stalker is the last thing they need.

"Doubtful we both saw the same thing, Mark. Let's go inside, we can wait for Kenny to recover while we rest. Then, we should scope out River street once he wakes up."

"And then?" Mark asked, his voice shaky from the startling event of seeing a stalker.

"We wait for Lee." Carley stated determinately.

"Well.. What if Lee doesn't show?" Mark questioned, following her inside. Carley stopped in her tracks and formed fists, her gun now in her back pocket. She tilted herself around and stared at Mark. He looked pale, sick. Then again, so did she.

"He will. He has to. Let's not worry, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, let's search the house from top to bottom." Carley demanded calmly, walking away to the foyer.

Lee, Chuck and Clementine had finally made it to Savannah, traversing the streets. They had no idea where they were, somewhere on a street near a school. They decided to avoid it in case someone was staying there who wasn't friendly. Chuck knew Savannah a bit but he had no idea where River street was. "So.. Do we have any idea where we're going?" The old man asked.

"Nope. I'm trying to think of where they could be aside from River street, but every place we've been to is abandoned." Lee sounded frustrated, scanning the area for even a sign of life.

"What about the bells? They've been ringing a couple of times." Clementine suggested, looking up at one of the bell towers.

"Doubtful. There would be no way or reason for us to ring any bells." Lee shook his head, taking out the last piece of food the three had left, a bag of chips. The rest of the food was with Carley. He sighed, hoping they were okay.

CUUUUR. The radio blasted Lee's hip with static, vibrating against him. He grabbed the device and held it to his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" The leader asked, his voice intimidatingly loud yet quiet.

"That doesn't concern you. What should concern you is that I know where your group is." The stranger spoke raspily, causing Lee to immediately become panicked and angry.

"Tell me, now! You better not hurt them you son of a-" Chuck placed a hand over Lee's mouth, which was now becoming a bit too loud for safety.

"Lee, hold your horses. We're in the middle of an infected city. Keep your cool." Chuck soothed the man, slowly taking away his dusty hand from Lee's mouth.

"Listen to your friend. I'll tell you where they are, just give me the girl." The voice demanded.

"No way in hell." Lee replied. Clementine looked scared, ashamed.

"Fine. Have it your way." CURRRR. The radio went dead silent. Lee held it to his forehead, feeling like falling to the ground and crying. He didn't though, putting the walkie back in his pocket.

"They're here, in Savannah. We have to go. Stay alert you two." Lee ordered. Clementine didn't respond whilst Chuck gave him a confident nod.

An hour after Katjaa's suicide, Ben came up to Kenny's room with a bottle of wine and dinner, canned corn. "Heya, Kenny.. You awake?" He asked, softly closing the door. The fisherman groggily awoke, his eyes stained and baggy, puffy and red.

"Y-yeah.. What do you want?" He muttered, looking up at the teen with anger seething behind a strained and tired face.

"I wanted you to eat. I also wanted to say I'm sorry. I apologized to everyone else so.. Um, I also got you this." The teen gave him a large bottle of wine, unopened and fresh. Kenny looked at it for a few seconds, then looked back up at Ben.

"Thanks." He whispered, grabbing the bottle and opening it, sitting up on the side of the bed. He drank straight from the bottle, downing about a quarter of its contents with ease before letting out a soft exhale.

"Anytime." Ben softly replied, leaving his bowl on the bed before leaving the room.

"Is he awake?" Carley asked once Ben came downstairs.

"Yup, he's eating now." Ben replied, leaning against the wall. Travis was coddling Duck in the kitchen so the two were absent from the room.

"Good, once he's done we should head to River street. Lee might be there and we need a boat if we want this plan to work." Carley said, lingering around the back door.

"We should try to find medicine too. There's none in the house, but maybe one of the other ones has one." Christa suggested, a barely conscious Omid sat next to her.

"Yeah, that would work. My leg feels like hell." Omid agreed, looking down at his recently reopened leg.

"Sure, we'll scout the area after securing a boat." Carley nodded, opening the door. "Kenny, can you come here?" She called. After a few moments, Kenny came downstairs, his posture slumped over and sad. He barely looked up, scanning the room for his son.

"Where's Duck?" Kenny asked, his voice was less hoarse thanks to the beverage.

"I-I'm here, dad.." Duck appeared from the kitchen with Travis limping behind him. Kenny wrapped his arms around him as the two began to sob.

"I am so sorry, I will never ever put you in danger like that, you hear me?" Kenny choked out, holding him tight.

"N-no, dad.. That's not what I want." Duck sobbed back, he seemed weirdly composed even if he was crying.

"What?" Kenny stared at him in shock.

"We were talking about a plan to head for River street. I was wondering.. Can I come?" Duck asked, already knowing the answer but refusing to accept it.

"I.. No, I can't lose you too, Duck." Kenny answered, looking his son directly in the face.

"You will lose me if you keep babying me, Chuck said it himself! Also, uh, sorry for listening in." The boy wiped his tears away from his eyes, directing the last part at Mark and Carley.

Choices:

A: Just let him come, Kenny

B: It's too dangerous, sorry Duck.

Relationships:

Clementine is ashamed of her actions and very sorry but won't speak up. 7/10

Kenny is a mess right now, but he does wish you were here to maybe back him up. 7/10

Duck wishes you and Chuck were here to back him up. 10/10

Carley really misses you. 10/10

Mark needs your leadership during these awful times. 10/10

Ben is unsure of how you feel about him now, knowing that you didn't vote for him to be here. 7/10

Travis is grateful for you saving him. 10/10

Chuck trusts that you can save the group. 9/10

Omid hopes you make a return soon, he misses Clem's good nature. 7/10

Christa needs your help at this point, if not Omid might be a goner. 7/10

The stranger is a danger to the group. 3/10