Lee grabbed his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder after placing the bottles of water inside of it. "Everyone, gather your bags and get to the attic, there's too many walkers, we'll die if we fight them!" He commanded, running upstairs. The others spread out, grabbing their bags upstairs. A couple of walkers had already broken the windows and a few were climbing inside. The door was just about broken down once the group had reached the end of the hall. Upon opening the attic door, the walkers were already flooding the first floor. "Come on, we gotta move!" Every member of the group scrambled up the attic stairs, with Lee being the last one. His pistol fell out of his back pocket and no one was there to grab it.

The door was closed, it was hot and dusty, the sounds of moaning flooded their ears and partied in their heads for minutes on end. Omid and Christa caught their breath whilst Chuck and Molly looked through their bags. Lee paced back and forth as Carley watched him with concern in her eyes. "Um.. Maybe this wasn't the best idea." Carley suggested.

"No shit. But what else were we supposed to do?" Lee questioned, his hand on his hip.

"We could have fought and died horrible deaths. We also could have come up here and died horrible deaths. Either way, we're fucked." Molly teased pessimistically.

"Now, now, I'm sure we can find a way outta here." Chuck said, in contrast to Molly's words.

"It's a three story drop from here. What escape is there? Face it, we're stuck." Molly rebutted, sweaty and pissed.

"I get it, alright? We shouldn't have come up here." Lee butted in, wiping his forehead of sweat.

"How are you feeling?" Carley asked, leaning against the wall.

"What do you mean? Who cares? Clementine is still out there and we're trapped up in this attic because I panicked." Lee asked frustradtly, his pacing getting quicker.

"I care, we all do, Lee." Lee paused and sighed, letting his hair poof and the sweat on his skin seep off of his face.

"I feel.. Odd. I can still feel my fingers and my arm feels weird." He explained, looking down at the bandaged wound. Blood was still on it, albeit dried.

"How so?" Christa asked, staring intently at the amputated arm.

"I dunno, just.. Different." Lee took another look at the nub and cringed, shaking his head.

"Do you think choppin' it worked?" Chuck questioned their leader. That kind of worried Lee.

"I don't know. I'd be happy if it just slowed down the process, honestly." Lee stated with a shrug.

"Stop it. You aren't dead." Carley replied, a bit angrily.

"Whatever. My condition doesn't matter, I'm fine. What matters is getting out of here." Lee restated, looking around the walls and windows for a way out.

"Well, any idea on how we would do that?" Molly asked, laying on a couch near that walker kid, Fivel's, camp.

"I bet this guy would know." Omid piped up, walking over to a statue of some guy's head. "He's got a resourceful air about him."

"Stop it." Christa silently scolded. Omid ignored her.

"Dixon Kent the third. Industrial-"

"Omid!" His girlfriend yelled.

"Christa! Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the fucking tone." Omid defended, furrowing his brows at her, something he rarely did.

"We need solutions, not stupid jokes!" Christa lashed out, putting her foot down figuratively and literally. Everyone went quiet save for the walkers. "..I'm sorry."

"Maybe I could break the window and go after Clem myself." Molly muttered to herself.

"What, and abandon us?" Lee asked with a raised voice.

"Excuse me?" Molly replied, shocked at his shitty attitude.

"It wouldn't be the first time you would have thought of the idea." Lee spat out.

"Stop it, Lee. She ain't doin nothin' but thinking about the group." Chuck said, defending his friend.

"Yeah, chill out!" Omid stated, raising his hands for peace.

"Lee, look, I know you're under a lot of stress, but so are the rest of us. Instead of arguing, we have to figure something out" Carley told her boyfriend, trying to touch his shoulder.

"Easy for you to say. You're going to live." Lee venomously said, brushing her hand off of his shoulder. She grew angrier.

"Stop it, now! You sound like fucking Kenny." She yelled.

"This is getting out of hand.." Omid muttered with the others, staying away from them.

"You're gonna listen to us, we will get Clementine back, we will get out of here, with or without your help!" Carley argued, pointing a finger at his chest.

"I'm sorry, okay!? Fuck, there's no time for this!" Lee argued back, facepalming.

"Oh, you're telling me? Get your head out of your ass, Lee Eeverett!" Carley yelled, glaring him down. Lee, out of pure anger for everything piling on top of him, grabbed the statue Omid mentioned and tossed it across the room, causing it to collide with the wall and break. The wall itself also took damage. It looked weak. Everyone stared.

"..You ruined that dudes face." Omid commented, earning a giggle from Molly and an awkward laugh from Chuck.

"Shut up, sweetie. Look." Christa pointed at the wall. It took some pretty hefty damage, a chunk of wood fell off. The group approached the damage.

"The wall.. It's weak." Carley pointed out.

"You think we can just break through it?" Chuck asked, rising from his seat.

"Beats any other plan." Chuck murmured as Lee hit the wall, causing dust to sprinkle out of it. A couple more hits gave it a lot more damage.

"Yeah.. This is doable." Lee wiped his head with a genuine smile, feeling guilt over lashing out at everyone.

"Great. So, who's breaking it?" Christa asked.

"We'll work in shifts. First Chuck, then Omid, then me. The rest of us should rest." Lee ordered.

"Works for me. Y'all relax for now."

"Thanks, Chuck." Christa told the man as she passed by him.

"Don't mention it." The older male replied, grabbing the coat hanger Lee used to break the wall.

Lee and Carley walked side by side, this was his chance to say something to her, make things better.

Choices:

A: I'm sorry.

B: You know I love you, right?

C: Don't be mad, please?

D: Say nothing.

Relationships:

Clementine needs you, you have to save her. 9/10

Carley is pretty pissed at you. 9/10

Christa liked your plan, it worked out in the end and nobody died. 9/10

Omid liked your plan for the same reasons as Christa. 9/10

Chuck admits you were a bit out of hand, but knows you didn't mean it. 10/10

Molly thinks you were out of line but liked your plan. 9/10

The stranger is still out there, with Clementine. 3/10

((Question of the chapter: Do you think anybody else will die this season? If so, who? Place your bets, folks!))