Ignoring the dickish comment, Kenny held himself back and instead tried to act logical. "Norma? Who's she?" He asked the question on everyone's mind.

"My sister, leader of our group. She's the brains of this operation, but you probably won't be seein' too much of her.. Unless you folks wanna stick around after you catch the bitch." Randall answered.

"I dunno. We've been on the water for so long, it's normal to us now." Ben replied, worried that the big group might get to Kenny's head.

"We'll uh.. Think about it." Kenny added. Ben and Travis rolled their eyes.

"Say, y'all don't have a bigger group I should worry about right? I mean, I'm sure you woulda told me by now." Randall asked, looking around with his crew as they paddled further and further from the boat.

"Nah, we've been on our own for half a year." Travis responded.

"Glad to hear it." Randall said his last few words for about an hour. The rest of the ride was basically silent on the stache groups end, awaiting to get to the island. Once an hour of waiting had passed, the island was in view. "Now, we're getting close to the last place we saw her. Anything else I should know about you boys before I let you go on this mission?"

"We won't screw up. You can count on that." Ken stated, getting up from his seat with the rest of his group.

"Hope so. Otherwise, you won't like how this ends." The boat docked by the island, a collage of forests and lots of dead folk. No walkers, thankfully but aside from the dead bodies of walkers, the island was empty and deathly quiet.

"Um.. What does that mean?" Duck asked, fear evident in his voice.

"Don't find out, kid." Randall replied, smirking devilishly at the kid before averting his gaze to Kenny, who was silently judging the man. "Alright, off you go. We'll be right here waitin' for ya. Take this map, too." After taking the map, the group began walking off the paddle boat, stepping off onto fresh land. Kenny gave a deep sigh before looking around for a place to search first. There was a beach running along the outline of the island, a forest that made up much of the middle, and a third path that led to a pile of walker bodies: A dead end.

"If you were on the run, where would you go to hide?" Kenny asked the group, opening up the map. Everyone scanned the surrounding area.

"The space with the most cover?" Duck asked hesitantly.

"Right, the forest." Ben agreed. Kenny nodded at the idea

"Well, what if that's what she wants you to think?" Travis asked.

"Kid, I really don't have time for your bullshit today. The forest is clearly the way to go." Kenny replied sternly. Travis glared at him.

"Yeah, come on, Travis. There's no way you would hide in the sand against guys with rifles if you were in her situation." Ben added, causing the other teen to sigh.

"..Fine. You're right. Lead the way." With that argument out of the way, the four began walking towards the woods, looking around the greenery for any sign of a human shape. Their footsteps in the mud were the only sounds to be heard for quite a while.

"Say, um.. I have a not so odd question. Now that we're away from that creepy guy, what do you guys think of him?" Ben asked.

"He's an asshole, but he sounds like an honest man. If he can get our boat working, that's good enough for me." Kenny answered matter of factly.

"I'm with dad. Even if he is creepy, we'll still need him." Duck agreed, excited at the thought of better security of Randall's group.

"And what if he's a psychopathic liar who's feeding you bullshit so we can run errands for him? You guys do know that there are bad people out there, right?" Travis asked.

"Well, sure, but we're kind of in a desperate situation right now, kid." The leader replied, not even looking at the teenager.

"Not anymore. According to this map, there's a bridge that leads right back to mainland America. If we can find a working car, we can be out of here in no time! That was your plan, right Kenny?" Travis countered, grabbing the map from Kenny's backpack and shoving the location in his face.

"We ain't leaving our boat, or giving any big groups reason to kill us. We'll be fine." Kenny rejected, continuing his march for a girl he didn't even know existed.

"You know we won't be, look at how close we are to safety! If we run now, no one can find us!" Travis argued, raising his voice a bit.

"Maybe Travis is right? Sure, the boat's decent, but it can't take us up north in its current state."

"That's why we're getting someone to fix it, Ben." Kenny seemed furious that he was being double teamed, and it didn't help that Duck

"Well, did you see their boat? They could use an engine. What if we've just been scammed? We could be in danger." Travis made a point, their boat was shitty despite having a larger capacity. "You know this is stupid, Kenny, you're a smart guy! Just listen to me this once?"

Choices:

A: We keep looking.

B: Let's head to safety.

Relationships:

Travis is really getting sick of your shit. 7/10

Ben appreciates you staying calm. 9/10

Duck likes that you kept your cool with Randall. 10/10

Randall seems like one creepy fucking bastard. 5/10

((Sorry for the long wait on this one, writer's block is back. I already have this season planned out but bleh, head gets clogged. Expect less frequent uploads.))