Omid's question kinda stung Lee. He knew it should be him, it's his fight and he's the one with one arm. He looked at the sign before turning back to the group. "Well, you guys are more able bodied. Besides, it should be the guy with the least to lose."

"Don't say that. We're all here for you." Carley assured, touching his shoulder. He smiled, comfortable. He felt a hell of a lot safer with her by his side.

"Yeah, plus it doesn't exactly look like a death trap either!" Omid spoke too soon. The sign made a loud creaking noise as the wind howled. Christa, Lee and Carley glared at him. "..Good luck, man."

"Thanks. If I fall and get eaten, you are sure to go after her. Here goes nothing." He took a deep breath before jumping down to the edge of the sign. Slowly, he shimmied to the other side, loud creaking coming from the structure with every shift of his weight.

"Just go nice and slow!" Omid warned, already on edge. A few steps later and Lee could feel something was wrong. He tried not to look down due to the fear of falling into a herd of hungry, inhumane walkers, but when the sign made a particularly scary noise, he had no choice. One of the bolts was launched out and the sign was collapsing.

"Ah!" Lee panicked before jumping to the ledge of the nearest building, holding on for dear life with his single arm.

"Holy shit, man!" Omid yelled, his heart beating a million miles an hour.

"Are you okay?" Chuck asked, looking around for another way around. Alas, there was none in sight.

"I-I'm fine.." Lee stuttered, looking down. Dust and skin flakes soared into the air as the walking dead roamed the area, some looked up at the sign for a split second before ignoring it, figuring no one was here.

"Are you sure? How the hell are we supposed to get to you?!" Carley questioned. It actually made Lee think. Then, an idea came into his head. A dangerous, stupid idea that would work either way.

"Fuck it. I'm going for it."

"'Going for it?!'" Molly quotes, confused as to what he meant.

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Omid asked, frustrated and scared.

"It means I was already bitten once. I may be fine now, but I don't care if I die as long as Clementine lives." Lee answered as his hand began losing grip of the building.

"That's fucking stupid! Don't get yourself killed, Lee Everett!" Carley ordered, somehow already knowing he wouldn't listen.

"I'll try not to. This is our only hope. Meet me across from the Marsh House, on that rooftop there! You can better cover us from there when we come out."

"What if you die?!" Molly asked.

"Then send someone down to rescue Clem. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, you'll know what happened." Lee explained grimly. The group hated to hear that.

"You're crazy!.. Fine, we'll be there." Christa said with a roll of her eyes.

"Thank you." Lee slowly dropped down as the group began running to the building in front of the Marsh House, a jewelry store. The teacher turned criminal turned survivalist poked around the street, luckily there were only a few walkers close by, yet they hadn't heard or seen him thanks to the immense amount of groaning going on. He picked up a glass shard on the ground, glared it down and then pressed his palm against it, establishing a firm grip. It cut into his hand and made him bleed, but the pain was nothing compared to the fiery hatred in his stomach for the man who kidnapped Clementine.

A few shots of Chuck's assault rifle were heard from the rooftops, attracting the walkers to the sound. A few of the dead saw Lee however, and made their way towards him. He approached them with little fear while the rest of his group shot at walkers to get them away from their main location. That fucking hotel. Lee began gouging their brains in with the sharp glass, smacking them around, cutting into their skulls. With each kill, blood splashed on his shirt and made him smell worse than normal. Soon enough, more and more walkers would either ignore him or get distracted by the group.

He figured it was probably the walker guts. Still, a few acknowledged him. With little care he slashed at their heads, speared their mouths, yelled and screamed as he mercilessly cut down each and every brain dead corpse in his path. Finally, he slit the last one's head in half, the last obstacle blocking him from the Marsh House, without a single bite on him. A somewhat familiar station wagon was parked outside the house but Lee paid no attention to it. Could be good for siphoning gas from or straight up taking. He was reminded of the station wagon in the forest that they took from. Even if it wasn't much, he still felt guilty for taking half. Couldn't be the same one though, no way he followed us all the way from Georgia.. Right?

Lee took a few seconds to compose himself and spread more guts on himself. Once he was covered enough so that no walker could detect him, he took a deep breath before heading inside. It was dark, quiet, messy and creepy in this abandoned building. He was sure to be sneaky, carefully tip toeing to each door and pressing his ear against them. No sound from most of them. Whenever he went to check them, they were empty, nothing out of the ordinary. Finally, he got lucky.

At one door, as he pressed his ear against the door, he could hear a door shut. 'This has got to be it.' He thought to himself, putting the glass shard from the battle in his jean pocket before opening the door. After closing it he found nobody inside, but one thing was out of the ordinary: the closet and spare room doors were connected by a rope. Lee inspected it, assuming that Clementine was behind one of them. He was about to speak when he heard the cock of a pistol behind him. Slowly, he turned around.

"I got us adjoining rooms." The man sounded miserable, creepy, even worse than on the radio. He looked horrible, his face was pale and his eyes were droopy and red. His clothes were ripped at the sides and dirty with more than just blood.

"Where is Clementine?" Lee questioned, cutting right to the chase. He didn't flinch upon seeing the gun, he just needed answers.

"In a safer place." He answered, causing Lee to worry a bit. What did this bastard do to her? "You look horrible. And you're missing an arm." There was a silence between the two. Lee death stared the guy something fierce until something snapped him out of his rage.

"Let me out! Who's out there..?" Clementine asked, confirming she was at least alive. Lee looked at the door and opened his mouth to speak, only to have the cold barrel of the strangers gun shoved against his cheek. He shushed him.

"Quiet, please, sweetie." The man ordered. "Your things, there." He pointed at a nearby dresser with his gun. Lee took the backpack off of his shoulders and began placing food and water down. He could lie and keep the weapons, but he knows he'd call him out on it. He dumped the rest of the bag out and put the glass shard on the table along with his axe and the walkie talkie. "Good. Go over there, sit down."

Lee listened. He was honestly pretty curious as to what was going to happen next or what he was going to do with him at the end of all of this. "Do you know who I am?"

"A predator, a disgusting scumbag who preys on the young and innocent to rip a group apart to satisfy your own sick urges." Lee didn't believe that for a second, he was just still so pissed off. The room was silent and he could feel the tension seething through them both.

"So no then. A week ago, there might have been a station wagon in the woods, full of food, water, weapons, supplies. Things you need to survive." It was him. Lee felt guilt rush over his anger, causing him to lower his guard a bit. Not like he had anything to defend himself anyways.

"So.. It is your car outside. I.. We were-"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything until I'm done telling you exactly what happened." Lee listened. I mean, there was a gun pointed at him, what else was he going to do? "I'm not a bad guy, Lee. I'm not like you. I'm not some v-villain. I'm just a.. Dad. I coach little league... Have you ever hurt someone you loved?" The question seemingly came out of nowhere. Lee decided to answer in case saying nothing would earn him a bullet to the head.

"Yes.. But not on purpose." The memories of that night with the state senator came to mind. They didn't hurt as much anymore.

"If it were, you'd be a sociopath. You might still be." He paused, causing anger to cloud Lee once again. "I hurt her, so bad.. Two months into the apocalypse I took my son Adam hunting. I figured he needed to learn if we were going to survive out here. I lost him to t-them.. The look on my wife's face when I came back told me, 'you're a monster.' Do I look like a monster to you?" He sounded pissed, tense. Anybody would be, Lee supposed.

Choices:

A: Yes, you do.

B: No, of course not.

C: We all do.

D: …

Relationships:

Clementine knows you're here. She's so happy you came back for her. 10/10

The stranger has finally met you. Maybe you can convince him to give Clementine back? 3/10

Carley is ready to support you no matter what. 10/10

Chuck hopes you come back okay. 10/10

Omid is crossing his fingers for your safety. 10/10

Christa hopes nothing bad happens to you or Clem. 10/10

Molly has really gotten attached to you. She likes you guys and hopes you stay okay. 10/10

((QOTC: Are you ready for the end of season one? More importantly, are you excited for season two?))