"No, Ben. No I'm not." Kenny answered the teenager's question, shaking his head with a sigh. He knew this was a bad idea. The car doors opened up front.

"What's wrong?" Ben followed up as Kenny put his gun back.

"This plan is dumb. We need to- we need to go along, just for now." Travis and Duck looked up at the man, one understanding and the other.. Well..

"Are you serious?!" Travis questioned, clearly frustrated at the sudden flip-flop.

"Yes! Put your gun away, Travis, and we might actually live." Kenny raised his voice, footsteps becoming louder and drawing nearer.

"Yeah, maybe this is the smarter choice.." Duck muttered. Travis rolled his eyes and put his gun away.

"If this backfires, I swear to god-" The van doors opened, the dusk sky greeting them with a tint of orange, as well as the faces of Clive, Vernon and Roman.

"If what backfires?" Roman growled, aiming his shotgun at Travis. He kept his mouth shut.

"Hey, calm down. Just follow us, you answer our questions and you're free to go, okay?" Vernon kept a gun in his pocket, choosing not to threaten them.

"Alright.. Let's just take this easy." Kenny said in the calmest voice he could muster. Duck was surprised his father could play it this cool, especially under such pressure.

"I agree. C'mon." The group jumped out of the van, Clive and Roman pointing their large guns at them the whole time. Clive wielded a rifle, aiming directly at Kenny's back. He noticed a bulge in his back pocket and quickly took his pistol.

"Nope, you ain't pulling any funny business. None of you." The oldest, dark man sternly stated, showing his other group members his gun. Kenny rolled his eyes mentally, putting on another innocent act.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you we were armed." He replied. Roman and Clive shook their heads.

"How many more of you are armed?" Roman questioned, his finger on the trigger as he pointed at the group. Three out of four of them raised their arms in defense.

"J-just me.." Travis meekly replied, handing him Clive his gun hesitantly.

"Good. Go." Clive pointed towards the line leader, Vernon. Their hideout wasn't much, a shitty looking diner. The sign was broken, dangling from the wall. The door was rusty as hell, the windows were only semi boarded up and there were walker bodies everywhere. Dead walkers, granted, but still showed increased walker activity compared to other locations.

"Just follow us inside, we'll all sit at different tables." The inside wasn't much better. The tables and floor was dirty with dried blood and grime, every table was dusty as hell, the counters previously used for bars and to order were now riddled with medical supplies and various melee weapons. This was clearly a downgrade from what Vernon's group used to be.

"Kenny, how are we going to play this?" Ben asked the leader, tapping his arm with his skinny elbow. The group was close together but just far enough away from their captors so that the three armed men couldn't hear their whispering. There were really two options that ran through Kenny's head: The truth, or lie like there's no tomorrow. Because chances are, there won't be depending on what they go with.

Choices:

A: Tell the truth

B: Lie

C: Don't say anything

Relationships:

Duck is scared, he's looking towards you for guidance. He didn't want to do the shootout plan anyways so he's happy you went against it. 10/10

Ben is surprised at your consistent pacifist nature so far. 9/10

Travis is unsure of changing up the plan. He wants to lie, but realizes that also might kill them. 8/10

Vernon has been decent so far. Maybe you should just keep being nice back? 7/10

Roman is kinda surprised at how easy going you've been so far. 4/10

Clive seems rough, like Roman but calmer. Still, he appreciates your cooperation. 6/10

((QOTC: For the one hundredth chapter, I thought we could do something special. A QNA! That's right, ask me anything and I'll answer in the next chapter. This season is coming close to its end, so get ready for season two, something I'm sure you're all very excited for!))