Mark panted heavily at the sight that was his bite, thinking over the several, several possibilities that could take over him. "Well, firstly, I'll die.. Then I'll become one of them and-and.. Oh god.." He almost felt like puking, but held back, swallowing the knot in his throat and refusing to give up. "I need to find help, I need to get out.." With that, Mark got up from the ground, rolled up his sleeve and began walking through the sewers.

DING DONG.

Lee and company looked up at the bells that made the same loud, bombastic and echoey noise it had made hours prior. They were close, Lee knew it. "Maybe that's our ticket.. Just follow the bells!"

"Nah, your group is smart. Ringin' them bells must be the work of another suicidal idiot, or.." Chuck trailed off, staring down at the radio in Lee's pocket. Clementine looked away from the two and folded her bloody arms. As stated previously the three had to use walker guts to avoid all of the walkers near the train station and it seemed to be working. Charles' theory was a success.

"Lee, I'm tired.. Can we stop soon?" Clementine asked, her steps slowing down.

"We can't stop now, River Street is only a block away. Once we see everyone you can sit down but for now we have to continue." Lee stated. He felt a little harsh, but truth be told he was tired too. They couldn't stop now though, not yet. When they turned the corner to River Street though, that plan changed.

A sea of walkers crowded the area. It was infested, dead, and smelled awful. Stopping in their tracks, Lee assumed the worst and couldn't take it anymore. He slumped against a nearby wall and fell to the floor, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-it's.. Over.. They're.. They.."

"Hold on, we don't know that yet. You can't give up yet." Chuck crouched down next to his sobbing friend whilst Clementine just stared at the hoard, her heart going on a triathlon from fear. Lee didn't reply, he just sobbed. Nothing could ever convince him in his mind that he didn't fail. He felt responsible for everything.

For Lilly, who he scared away from the only people she could call family, for Travis, who he so stupidly let go of too soon, for Clem for being so hard on her only for her to not trust him anyways and for Chuck, for dragging him along and endangering the old, poor guy. Not to mention the fact that he blamed himself for his wife and his separation, and now the deaths of everyone in his group, including a family, his best friend and his new girlfriend.

"God help us.." The old man whispered, slumping down next to Lee.

"C-Clem.. Just, rest now, sweet pea." Lee tried to tell her in between sobs. She looked down at him, her lower lip quivering.

"L-Lee.." She muttered, beginning to shake with her entire body. She slowly approached him before collapsing into his chest, the two sharing an embrace. Chuck tried to open up his bottle of spare whiskey, but it was already empty.

"We uh.. Shouldn't stay long. Let's find somewhere to stay, then we'll figure out a way out of Savannah." He butted in, picking himself up. After hugging for at least a minute, Lee felt slightly warmer, more obligated to protect Clem than ever before. She was basically all he had left.

"Come on.. Let's go." Lee forced himself up, leading Clementine and Chuck around the city to look for shelter.

Mark narrowly escaped a batch of walkers in the sewer, sneaking past a group after using a leaky pipe as a distraction. Upon making it to what appeared to be a dead end and killing the remaining walkers that lingered in the area, he began searching around for a way out. There was an open space above him, but it was quite high and would require a ladder, which he didn't have. He did have the hook though. It had been fifteen minutes since he was bitten and he knew he didn't have long. Maybe a day at best? That's what his body told him at least. The bite didn't feel like a dog's, it felt like a syringe constantly plugged into him, dispensing poison into his body. But the feeling was all in his arm.

"Here goes nothing.." He mumbled to himself, taking out Molly's hook thing. In an attempt to perform the same parkour she had previously, he jumped to the air and tried to stab the wall, only to fall down and hit a sign underneath the daylight. The sign was knocked over, revealing a massive square shaped hole in the wall. "What? That's.. Odd. Maybe there's something in here I shouldn't be seeing.." Mark walked in, blocking the hole back up with the sign in case a walker saw him. The place he was in was packed with supplies and looked to be a morgue.

He scanned the area, noticing every little can and boxed good in the room. "My god. This must be enough to feed our entire group for months. I have to tell them!" He seemed a bit more enthusiastic, realizing he could do one more good thing before he perished. Mark opened a door to what he hoped was the exit to the sewer. He was wrong. Instead he found a bunker full of people, mostly elders with one young woman being the exception. Mark froze and held his hands up immediately. The sound of a gun cocking alerted him to their leader, a frigid old man with balding hair and pale skin. "Woah, woah, I'm not looking for trouble! I'm just lost!"

"I.. I don't know if I can trust you.." The man replied, holding the gun directly at Mark's forehead, only about six feet away.

"Vernon.. He's from Crawford. He's gotta be. Please, just end him before he gets a chance to escape." The young woman pleaded, bringing up that sick group's name again.

"Hey, are you from Crawford? Don't lie to me, I'll know." Vernon, the leader asked. He seemed nervous, reasonably so. He didn't look like a bad guy.

"No, no I swear I'm not! I'm from a group that came here for a boat but.." Mark trailed off, looking down at his bad arm.

"But what?" Vernon asked carefully.

"We got separated. We were ambushed by walkers and on my way down here trying to escape from them I was.. I was bitten." He took one step forward, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the bite mark. It was red but the blood had dried up.

"Well, look, I'm sorry. B-but you should know, especially if you know Crawford, that I have to be careful. I have a group too." The man didn't lower his gun, but did take his finger off the trigger.

"That is exactly why you need to end this!" The brunette woman yelled. Everyone in the room was either frozen and silent or panicked and scared.

"What do you want me to do, Brie, shoot him in the head?!" Vernon asked, his voice was becoming more and more nervous.

"If that's what it takes!" Brie shouted back.

"Wait, Vernon, I have an idea." A black, older fellow piped up, walking towards Mark.

"Clive, wait-" Brie warned, trying to stop the man.

"You said you had a bite? Let me look at it." Clive said, Mark happily obliged, giving the man his arm. Vernon kept the gun on the military worker. "Yikes, looks bad.. But not doomed."

"Yeah, I was bitten around twenty minutes ago. Wait, what do you mean?" Mark felt his heart skip a beat. Did he mean he could help him?

"We can save you, on one condition: Never come back. Never tell anyone about us and leave the city immediately. You have two choices."

Choices:

A: Yes, I'll do exactly what you say!

B: No, I don't care if I die. I need your help saving my group.

Relationships:

Kenny believes Mark is a goner. 4/10

Duck thinks Mark is doomed. 5/10

Lee has got to be around here somewhere, right? 10/10

Carley is Mark's closest ally currently. 10/10

Ben and Mark have been tight since the beginning. 10/10

Travis and Mark are also close. 10/10

Mark hopes Chuck returns safely to the group, as he'd like to get to know him better. 5/10

Clem and Mark don't know each other much but they're still close. 7/10

Omid and Christa seem friendly to Mark. 7/10

Molly is happy Mark was kind and peaceful with her. 6/10

The stranger is a danger to the group. 2/10

This new group is offering to save Mark's life under the condition the group can never talk to or mention them again. Will you take the offer? 5/10

((Question of the chapter, if you had to off anyone in the group, who would you kill? I'd personally go with Duck even though I don't really hate him. He's okay but out of everyone in our group I'd kill him off first.))