Last time on the Walking Dead..
Lee, Clementine, Omid, Christa, Molly and Chuck had successfully managed to survive Savannah, get Clem back and stop the stranger from ever doing anything like this again. Unfortunately, like Lee predicted, Clementine's parents didn't make it. The group eventually found a car near the end of the city and made a beeline towards a safer location.
Their car eventually ran out of fuel, but they were in a much quieter forest location where they set up camp near a pitstop bathroom. No one was killed, bit or even miserable anymore. Chuck and Molly always had each other to bounce off of, Lee was always there for Clem and Carley was in a relationship with the man she once called a murderer.
Now, six months into the apocalypse, they encounter something strange.
The Walking Dead Season 2
The group were on their daily walk toward the nearby pitstop, a place for everyone to wash up and refresh the smell of their dirty bodies. Lee led them in the front of the line, with Carley and Clem by his side. Omid and Christa chatted away about the ever approaching arrival of their new child. Chuck and Molly always liked to place bets on what the gender would be.
"Come on, we're not doing that." Christa told her boyfriend. She was wearing a purple shirt with wider jeans. Her stomach was large as expected, but she always looked pretty happy, despite the occasional mood swings.
"Why not?" Omid asked with a chuckle. He wore a yellow jacket and black pants, a bit of stubble around his lips. Other than that, he looked basically the same.
"Who the hell would call it that?" Molly questioned, finding Omid both stupid and funny. She had longer hair that she usually hid under her hoodie, the same one Mark met her in. Her outfit didn't change and neither did she. Chuck snickered at her passing comment. He looked a little hairier but not as dirty. His hair was longer, going down his head a bit and his beard was more pronounced. He wore a new red flannel jacket and baggy brown pants.
"Probably an egotistical maniac." Carley added in her commentary. She looked a lot less tired but her hair is just as short as always. She wore a new white jacket over a black T-shirt. Lee gave a chuckle to her reply, his stub wrapped up in a new bandage that had some cutesy stickers and signatures on it. His beard was insane, wrapping around his chin and upper lip. He wore a new black jacket and blue jeans.
"Come on, Christa, what's wrong with Omid?" Her short boyfriend asked with a smirk.
"We can't name our baby Omid." His girlfriend replied.
"Why not?"
"Because!" She said with a laugh, acknowledging that he was probably joking.
"That would get confusing." Lee said with a shake of his head. Clementine giggled at the obscurity. She looked slightly older but not by much. She wore a blue hoodie and that same blood covered hat.
"Clementine, a little help here?" Christa asked for the girl.
"Hm… What if it's a girl?" Clementine asked.
"Then we name her Christa!" Omid answered quickly.
"What? You're such a jackass." Molly added in.
"No.. Really?" Omid said in fake disbelief.
"You're not takin' this seriously, man. If I were you, I'd be thinking of that 24/7." Lee butted in, stopping in front of the doors with the rest of the group.
"I take everything seriously. Especially little Omid's future." Omid countered.
"You keep this up, you'll be sleeping in the rain tonight. Remember that night in Barstow?" Christa teased.
"Vegas Weekend?" The two smiled at each other for a few seconds.
"Alright, let's start washing up before dinner. Clem, Carley, Chuck, you're with me. Molly, Omid, Christa, you're in the male bathroom. Just wash up and meet outside at ten." Lee ordered.
"We'll come runnin' if we hear anything." Molly said, heading inside with the couple. She lingered at the door.
"Right back atcha." Chuck replied, smiling back at her before disappearing behind the door with the rest of his group
Lee tried starting the sink, they had gotten lucky with a few dribbles of water in the past but this time was much like most other times: A failure. "Shit."
"Hey, don't worry. Just use the water from the purifier. We don't have to wash everyday either." Carley assured, patting his shoulder.
"Yeah, you're telling me. I didn't wash my hands until, oddly, the day I was away from the train. The day I met y'all." Chuck entered a stall to do his business. Clementine looked a bit disappointed at the water situation.
"Well, I don't like being dirty." Clem muttered, folding her arms. She had bits of grime and walker blood on her cheeks.
"I know, hun. Here, let's get you cleaned up." Lee took a rag from his backpack and poured a bit of their water on it, which was easier said than done. He cleaned up her face fairly well though. When he finished, he smiled down at her. "How did I get so lucky to have a cutie like you for a sidekick?" She smiled bashfully.
"Thank you. I know it's stupid, but it just makes me feel wrong, it reminds me of three months ago."
"Still huh? Don't worry, kiddo. We're here for you." Carley said, smiling at Clem before heading into another stall.
"I'll keep watch. Clem, honey, take a bathroom break. We won't be going for the rest of the night." Lee suggested, putting his bag over his shoulder whilst taking his gun out, placing it on the counter.
"Okay, Lee." She headed into the last free stall. Lee leaned against the counter, sighing in relief. He loved these guys, but having a little break to collect himself and get a drink of water was always appreciated. Whilst taking a sip, the faint sounds of the door creaking open could be heard. Lee dropped his bottle on the counter and grabbed his gun quickly.
The person who entered the bathroom was a woman. Not Christa or Molly, but a dark skinned woman, possibly in her teens. The second she caught sight of Lee she gasped and closed the door. "Hey! There's someone else here!" Lee yelled, starting to run outside.
"Huh? W-wait-" Carley tried to react, but Lee was already out the door.
"No time!" He bursted the door open, aiming his pistol at her ankle before firing. The bullet collided with her skin, causing her to fall right onto her face, kissing the dirt. She turned to face Lee, holding her hands up in surrender.
"Wait, please! I-I wasn't going to do anything!" The woman blurted out, breathing heavily as sweat expelled from her forehead.
"Why were you spying on us?!" Lee demanded to know, his finger hovering just above the trigger.
"I-I'm desperate, please.. M-my family is dead and-"
"Everyone's family is! That doesn't give anyone the excuse to plan something against another group. Just tell me what the hell you were thinking!" The doors behind him soon opened, the rest of Lee's group showing themselves.
"I.. I just needed help, t-to fix someone in my group, their leg is messed.. Up." Her eyes locked onto his nub. Maybe that wasn't the best answer..
"What?" He asked, slightly confused. He noticed that she picked up on his 'weakness'. He rolled his eyes.
"Lee, what's going on?" Molly questioned, noticing the woman. "Who the hell is that?"
"A scavenger, with a group." Lee answered.
"No, no, wait! I'm not like that, we aren't like that! We're friendly!" The teen tried to rationalize. The leader didn't buy it.
"Not many friendly groups.. Maybe we could pay them a visit and strike a deal?" Omid suggested, shrugging. Christa was right behind him.
"Or it could be a trap." Chuck said, causing the woman to become even more anxious.
"Exactly. We can't take a risk like that. We've been together for way too long, Christa needs all of us at this point, hell we need each other." Lee raised his gun at her forehead, ready to fire.
"Wait!" Clementine yelled out. Lee looked back at her, concerned.
"What's wrong, Clem?" Lee asked the young girl.
"We.. We can't just kill someone innocent. We already injured her, isn't that enough? We can just let her go." Clementine looked so innocent, her eyes big and kinda scared. She was used to violence, but still hated it, hated holding a gun and firing, especially after the Stranger.
"Or we could buy her friendly group story." Molly said with sarcasm.
"It's not a story! We could use meds, I-I'm sure we can strike a deal!" The scavenger begged, holding her foot as she attempted to squirm back. As she did, she eventually hit a tree, nowhere else to go.
"What do you think? Can we trust her?" Carley asked her boyfriend. He was undecided now, his attention refocused on the woman.
"Please, just don't hurt anyone!" Clem pleaded, causing the situation to become that much more complicated.
Choices:
A: Spare her
B: Kill her
C: Spare her and strike a trade.
Relationships:
Clementine is your fire, the rock you'll never accept losing. The events of her kidnapping have turned you irrationally anxious of every new survivor you come across, but maybe that can change? 10/10
Carley is your girlfriend, the one person you can always rely on for conversation, comfort and non complicated love. She hasn't been too partial of violence, but isn't afraid of it. 10/10
Chuck has been your closest thing to a bro since Mark. He's reliable, smart and relaxed as hell, not minding your choices since he thinks you're just as smart as him. 10/10
Molly trusts you, you've been the best leader she's ever met. Not too rough, not a pussy. She doesn't mind putting a bullet in this woman. 10/10
Omid has always been chill, though not the smartest. He's always been there for everyone, brightening their moods and keeping everyone, especially Christa, sane. He doesn't exactly like violence against people he barely knows. 10/10
Christa is for sure the smartest member of the group. Even while pregnant, she'll frequently help Lee with decisions and has become the new co-leader, replacing Carley. She doesn't mind killing as long as it's warranted like the Stranger and Oberson. 10/10
You just met Michelle. She seems fishy, but will you trust her? Maybe she really is just an innocent teen. 3/10
((QOTC: Favorite character in the, as I like to call it, Urban group? Mine is for sure Lee, but Clem will most likely rise up and become my favorite.))