Lee decided that if there was a time to tell people about his full, uncut story, it had to be now. With a sigh he nodded. "I got one. Strap in, I'm not sparing any details." Lee clarified. He looked at Carley, giving a knowing look. She understood what was next.

"Okay, nothing to lose now, right?" Omid stated.

"Except for ourselves, you mean?" Christa said, causing everyone to go quiet.

"Right, sorry. Continue, Lee."

"So, let's start four months ago, before the plague. I was married, no kids though. I always wanted kids. My wife had connections in the government, was a secretary for the senator of Georgia. My wife never wanted kids, and we always fought over the idea of me wanting them and her wanting a job without 'liability'."

"Ugh, she used those words?" Christa asked, squinting her eyes in disgust.

"Yeah, if you can believe it." Lee dryly replied, staring at the ground.

"That's horrible." She added.

"So anyways, one night after a stressful day at work, I come back home and notice the door is unlocked. Not only that, but there's another set of shoes near the door. I had a suspicion something like this would happen." The memories came flooding back, the smell, what gum was in the teachers mouth, what exactly he was thinking.

"She didn't..?" Christa stopped, her hand over her mouth in shock.

"She was cheating on me." Lee answered, nodding his head.

"Jesus." Omid muttered.

"Shit, that's rough." Molly said softly.

"No shit." Lee agreed grimly.

"What did you do? That's not an easy situation to handle." Christa questioned.

Lee paused for a few seconds before looking back up at Carley. "I went for the gun in our dresser. They had just noticed me when I took aim and.. And.. I dunno. I shot him. I was just so angry."

"So what we saw today was a sample of that anger?" Carley asked, receiving a regretful nod from the bearded man.

"Do you regret it? I mean, shit, I don't know what I would do or think if I were you." Omid raised a good question. Did Lee regret it? On one hand, it landed him a horrible rep, a bad relationship with Larry in the beginning, and a terrible consciousness that haunts him almost nightly. On the other hand, if that cop car hadn't crashed where it did, he would have never met Clementine.

"No. Not for a second." Lee responded without flinching.

"Really? Goddamn." Omid shook his head, his arms folded. He looked sorry but didn't know how to say it.

"Why?" Carley asked, the first question she had asked about the scenario she didn't already know the answer to.

"I would have never met Clementine. She found me after me and the officer got into a wreck. I had to hop a fence and walk around her house to find her and this thing, but we united for the first time that day. So no, I don't regret it." Lee explained.

"We're getting her back, Lee. I hope you know that." Omid stated confidently. Lee smiled.

"Thanks, guys. You've all been supportive, caring.. If I die because of this arm, take care of her for me. Promise me you will." Lee's tone suddenly became much more serious.

"Lee, please." Carley tried to stop him from talking like that.

"Did you hear me? If I die, you WILL protect her, right?" Lee asked again.

"Of course. We'll do anything you need us to." Christa cut in before another argument could arise.

"Just saying, you aren't dead yet. You don't even look that bad and we got to the bite immediately. If I were you, I'd be a whole lot less cynical." Molly said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah.. Maybe you're right." Lee muttered.

Chuck stopped banging at the wall, approaching the group. "Alright, I'm outta gas. Omid, you're up." He panted out.

"You sure you wanna do this? What about your leg?" Christa asked her boyfriend as he got up from his seat.

"It's fine, babe, I feel a lot better. Relax for now, okay?" Omid assured, giving her a kiss on the forehead before leaving to the wall. Chuck took his spot.

"Feeling' better, soldier?" Charles asked.

"A little. Kinda hungry though, despite the anger."

"Holy shit, we forgot breakfast? How is that even possible?" Carley joked, grabbing the rations out of Lee's bag. Water, chips and cans of peaches were shared around.

"Thanks, hon.. I needed that." Lee grumbled after chugging a bottle of lukewarm water.

"Yeah, can't believe we forgot to eat." Molly stated, devouring her can.

"Don't mention it. I got caught up in the heat of the moment too." Carley said.

"So.. about the stranger on that walkie." Chuck started, looking at Lee with a questioning stare. "When we find him, what's the plan?"

"We try to understand why he did what he did, get Clementine and leave. Nothing needs to get violent." Lee answered in between bites of peach.

"But if it does, we got your back." Carley assured. Lee peaked at her glock sticking from her jean pocket. He didn't have a gun, she'd be the one with the power.

"I get that, and I appreciate it. Let's just make sure that's a last resort." The Leeder clarified.

"Of course, we'll try. I don't like the idea of murder either, FWI." Carley said.

"Wait, was Lee's secret the secret you knew?" Molly questioned the sharp shooter. Carley pitched a smile.

"Yup. Good job, Molly." She confirmed.

"So what's yours?" Molly questioned Christa, all eyes directed toward her.

"Mine?" Christa suddenly looked panicked.

"Yeah, yours. What deep, dark secret are you hiding, stoic lady?" Molly asked teasingly. She should take it easy with the pet names..

"You think she's stoic? Take a look in a mirror." Chuck roasted, a smile on his stubble covered face.

"Low blow, Santa." The young woman stabbed back. Everyone else laughed at the two's antics.

"..I dunno. I shouldn't say." Christa said, shrugging whilst looking down at the ground. God, it reeked in here.

"Lame. C'mon, we're all gonna die soon anyways, spit it out." Molly pressured, causing Christa to glare at her.

Choices:

A: Come on, Christa, out with it.

B: Guys, leave her be. It's her business.

Relationships:

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

Carley is glad you finally fessed up your whole story to not only her, but the group at large. 10/10

Chuck is happy to be by your side. 10/10

Molly is surprised at your past, but sympathetic. 9/10

Omid is happy to finally know your whole history. He feels bad for you and hopes you're feeling better. 10/10

Christa feels horrible for what happened, she sympathises with you heavily. 10/10

The Stranger has Clementine, we need to get to him. 3/10

((QOTC: What do you think is next for Vernon and the cancer survivors? Hint, your choice did matter and will affect the story, just not right now.))