((Sorry about the hiatus, I needed a break from this story after the whole duplicate reviews thing. If said duplicator promises to start using only one account from now on, I will count his vote. If anybody wants to maybe help out in the story, I actually need some people to help with things like reviews and even marketing, because TWD BYCAM is back. Season 2 officially starts now. Bi daily uploads, more content and better management. If anyone is interested in helping, PM me. Without further ado, here is the first choice of season two.))

Lee knew what he really wanted to do here. Flashbacks of the stranger, Andy St. John and Oberson ran through his mind as he clutched the trigger and looked down the sights at the wounded woman. His previous encounter with a completely random stalker had clouded his judgement, and Clementine was the perfect way to snap him out of his violent thinking.

"Please.. Listen to her!" Michelle pleaded, cowering in fear as her leg leaked blood. Lee sighed and brought his gun back to his pocket. Clem looked at him and smiled with approval to his decision.

"No deal. We'll let you live but we're not walking into that trap." Lee walked up to the woman, who was still terrified of him. He found a large stick nearby, looked sturdy enough, and handed it to her so she could use it as a cane.

"Thank you, I-I understand. I'll never do anything like this to y'all again!" The thief stuttered, clammering up with the stick. She barely managed to land on her feet.

"Good." Was all he could say as she scrambled away. Clementine grabbed his arm while Carley pressed her side against his, watching her leave.

"I know it wasn't easy." Clementine muttered.

"You certainly influenced my decision." Lee replied, looking down at her. She was growing up, and he realized his decisions still could influence her.

"Please, don't become a violent man. You're still a good guy, Lee. You're our leader." The young girl whispered. There was a short pause before Lee found the courage to reply.

"I.. I won't, Clem."

Nine months in.

The group was sitting by a fire, having a somewhat decent meal. A chubby, garbage eating racoon. Christa and Omid had already finished, while The others crowded around the fireplace to enjoy each other's company.

"Clem, you like jokes, right?" Molly asked, breaking the silence. She had a mouthful of meat in her right cheek.

"Yeah, I do." Clem replied after swallowing her food.

"Wanna hear a joke?" The blonde badass questioned, smirking devilishly.

"Molly.." Chuck knew exactly where this was going.

"What?" She asked, flashing him the same smirk, unable to resist the expression.

"Sure!" Clem responded happily.

"So, this father and son are walking through the country.."

"Oh god." Carley muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Let me finish," Molly cleared her throat whilst Chuck began chuckling into his fist, quietly enough so that any nearby unwanted guests couldn't hear. "And they climb a hill. Down below them, they see this field full of sheep."

"Molly," Lee starts, trying to cut her off.

"It's fine! She's almost ten, she can handle this. Anyways, the son gets all excited and says, 'Dad, let's run down there and fuck one of them sheep!'" At this point, Chuck couldn't contain himself and fell to the ground, holding his stomach as he laughed. Carley holds in a chuckle whilst Lee just gives an amused smirk, despite his previous strict parents attitude. Clem looks confused. "Now.. Now the father starts shaking his head at him, looking all disappointed and he says, 'Son, that is just wrong.' The son looks sad, but then the dad puts his hand on his shoulder and says- a-and says.. 'Son, let's WALK down there and fuck ALL of those sheep!" She doubles over on her log seat, giggling to herself. Lee rolls his eyes and Carley gives a pity laugh.

"Do.. Do you get it, darling?" Chuck asks, panting from his bursts of laughter. He wipes a stray tear away.

"..Um, no.." Clem slowly replies, looking genuinely confused.

"Good. It's not a very good joke anyways." Lee buts in, a smile still on his face as he gets up from his seat.

"Says you, Mr. Stoic Leader." Molly shoots.

"Speaking of leader, I'm gonna go watch the perimeter. You all should get some rest." The leader of the group grabbed a backpack on the floor, slumping it over his shoulders.

"Fine, but you have to come back and cuddle before an hour, okay? You look fine today, your sleep schedule is getting better, but I still need you, got it?" Carley kissed his cheek before heading towards her tent. They had tents now- one for Clem, Lee and Carley, one for Omid and Christa and another for Chuck and Molly.

"Alright, alright. I love you Car. Clem, get some rest after you're done with the fire."

"Love you too." Carley flirted, disappearing into the tent.

"Stay safe, Lee." The nine and a half year old waved him goodbye, following Carley.

"See ya." Molly waved, continuing to sit while Charles attempted to put the fire out.

"Sometimes, I think to myself how lucky we are." Molly says to her best friend, the stars and moon glimmering down as insects chirped for ambience.

"You can say that again." Chuck replied, stomping out the flames.

"How lucky I am, to an extension." Molly added, looking down at her blood soaked hands. Luckily, it was all dry.

"I would certainly be dead if it weren't for Lee. You'd probably still be some angsty teenager if it weren't for us." The old man said.

"Shut up, gramps. You'd already be a geek."

"True enough." Chuck chuckled, shaking his head as the surrounding area went completely dark, save for some candles illuminating the tents.

"..You sure we're ready for Christa's kid?" Molly asked, a bit weary.

"To be honest? I ain't sure. We don't have a roof anymore thanks to that thief. Lee made a good call movin' and all but.. Where the hell is Christa gonna give birth now without attractin' the dead around all of us?" Chuck answered, sounding worried himself as he began walking toward their tent.

"Damn. True that." Molly began following him.

"Anyways-"

"AH! What the hell!?" That was Christa's voice, a yelp of pain followed by confusion.

"..What was that?" Molly slowly asked. Her question, even if she already knew the answer, was answered when Omid popped his head out of the tent.

"Chuck! Help, Christa's water broke!" He shouted, opening the tent enough for the man to fit in. Shocked, he ran toward the tent and slipped inside. Clem and Carley quickly appeared outside next to Molly.

"What's wrong?" Clem asked, hiding behind Carley who already had her gun out.

"Christa's water broke. God, we are not ready for this.." Molly answered behind her palm. She sighed, tapping her foot against the grass.

"Hell no we're not! Where's Lee? Still out?" Carley replied, more than scared. This was really bad.

"Yup, I'm sure he'll protect us from any unwanted attention so don't worry about him." Molly answered once again, looking around for anyone coming toward them.

"I'm going out to help him. Protect Clem." Carley cocked her pistol, ready to go. Molly halted her.

"Other way around, dumbass. Keep your gun and protect the people here, I, with my superior melee skills will protect the one armed Lee. Got it?" Molly took out Hilda and began walking out to where Lee usually was when he was on watch, hiding next to trees. She mostly left so she didn't have to deal with all of that, but also since she is technically better with close quarters combat.

"Uh.. Yeah, sure." Carley shook her head, looking around with her now unsafe firearm.

"What can I do?" Clem asked the quickly disappearing Molly.

"Stay here, you have a gun right?" She hastily replied before running off.

"Is Christa going to be okay?" Clementine anxiously asked, her breathing picking up as she held her gun to where Lee showed her. She had gotten much better at keeping it steady thanks to even more training and experience.

"I don't know, I think as long as we can protect her, she'll be-"

"T-there's more..? I thought it was only supposed to happen once?" Christa yelled out from the tent.

"T-that's not normal fluid.. It's red." Chuck hesitated, sounding completely lost. Clementine was extremely nervous and confused, but Carley understood.

"No.. That's not b-blood is it..?!" Omid panicked.

"I.. Christa, I.." Chuck stuttered.

"No.. Please, no!" Christa could be heard sobbing uncontrollably. No sign of a baby, no sign of anything breathing or kicking inside of her plump stomach. Nothing but blood and tears. Christa and Omid would never be the same again.

Sixteen months later

The group marched through the woods, bags of supplies over their shoulders. Molly and Chuck whispered to each other about their usual chatter, Lee held Clem close as usual while Carley held her gun right behind her boyfriend. Christa and Omid lagged behind as usual. They never talked anymore unless they were alone or in group discussion. Omid still tried to lighten up moods but his jokes had become much less funny and more forced. Christa only ever talked about how shitty everything was, how there was no hope for this world and how much they needed to stay sharp. She was all about survival now.

"Clem, uh, mind checking the map? It's in my right pocket." Lee asked, not stopping anytime soon despite the late hours. It was late, raining and generally moody, even if only two members of the group were truly depressed.

"Oh, sure." Clementine looked way different. She now wore a pink shirt, blue jeans and a pair of pink shoes. Her hat still rested on her perfectly cut head, but her face had definitely matured. She was eleven now, and the difference between then and now really showed. She did as Lee asked, pulling a folded up map from his pant pocket. She unfolded it and scanned it with her guardian.

"Hm.. Six miles in a car till the next town." Lee muttered to the group before signaling for Clem to put it back.

"Think we'll luck out and get one? A car, I mean." Molly questioned.

"Using the word luck usually implies that it ain't likely. What do you think?" Chuck teased, playfully hitting her shoulder.

"I know, smartass." Molly said with a roll of her eyes.

"We can't depend on cars." Lee replied.

"Well, if we want to get to Wellington and survive, we need one. Otherwise.." Christa looked down at her stomach before quickly shaking her head, ridding the memory back down to her suppressed consciousness where it never stayed.

"Christa, we'll be fine." Omid tried to cheer her up even just a little, holding her hand in his.

"You have no clue if that's true or not." She mumbled pessimistically.

"I.. I know." Omid let go of her hand and sighed, trailing even behind her. The group walked in silence for a few minutes, not a hint of shelter in sight. The snap of a twig nearby was loud enough to even rival the rain's volume. Lee noticed and stopped. The group mimicked his sudden freeze.

"Shh. Did you hear that?" He raised his only arm, holding up a silence sign as he looked around for the culprit of the noise. He drew his gun, and the rest of the group copied that. Chuck still had his AK since he had never really used it before, whilst the others carried pistols.

"Don't move." A voice said from behind Omid, pressing a gun to the back of his head. There were three men, one with a pistol, one with a shotgun and another with a spear. Omid dropped his gun immediately, but the rest of the group kept theirs raised to the men. One was a shaggy man with a spear and dark grey skin, a weird color but not really for these times. Omid was starting to look like that lately. The others were a black man with an eyepatch who held the pistol to Omid's head. The last man had grey hair, white skin and looked middle aged. He looked like one of those TV dads, save for the shotgun in his hands and the murderous, greedy intent in his eyes.

"Hand over everything and we'll let you live. We don't outnumber you, but we can certainly make an impact." The dad looking bandit demanded, holding his shotgun at Christa. She had her finger on the trigger.

"Fuck off, get the hell away from him!" The tall woman yelled, stepping forward whilst aiming down the sights.

"Christa, calm down.." Carley muttered. She had her gun raised at the man with the spear, who was also aiming right at her.

"No fucking way, if you touch him, I'll kill every last one of you." Christa threatened, her voice becoming shaky. She didn't scare them.

"Please, don't hurt us!" Clementine yelled, trying to act innocent.

"We won't, girlie, just give us what we want and we'll leave." The shaggy looking guy gently stated. Clem had her gun raised on him, even though it was a tough shot between him and Omid.

"I'm not sure I like that idea.." The hooded male whispered to their leader.

"Too fucking bad, man. They aren't gonna do shit. This group still has some heart." The leader replied. Lee heard him, pocketed his pistol and stepped forward with his hands raised, guarding Clementine.

"You need heart, otherwise what separates you from walkers? Why don't you start walking away before it's too late." The leader of our group tried to reason, using Clem's

"I don't think so. I'm not heartless, but I am desperate."

"Please, don't.. I've already lost enough."

"I'm sorry, you know how it is. Give it up and you'll be fine."

"Lee.. What the hell do we do?"

(Playing as Clementine) Choices:

A: Give them the stuff

B: Shoot them!

C: Let Lee handle this.

Relationships:

Lee is your protector, your guardian and the closest thing to a dad since you lost your own. 10/10

Carley is like a mom to you. You two grew much closer over the years as she grew much closer to Lee. Now she is willing to hear you out when you have a problem, will always support you over almost anyone else, and would die for you. 10/10

Christa hasn't talked to you much since the miscarriage. She cares about you and that's about as deep as it goes. She's actually kinda jealous of Lee and Carley. 8/10

Omid still tries to talk to you, but your conversations don't last particularly long. You still love him, of course. 9/10

Chuck has always been a sweet uncle type. He's Lee's best friend and for good reason. A reliable guy who's great with kids. 10/10

Molly is the same way, though more of an aunt. She lets you get away with stuff Lee is still iffy about and will protect you at all costs. In private she's a total sweetheart. 10/10

((QOTC: What would you have named Christa's baby? I would have gone for either Mark Jr. as suggested to me in the reviews or Princess for a girl, considering that Omid naming his daughter something special is really sweet in my opinion.))