Clementine froze. If she made some spontaneous decision, it might backfire on her. She's still just a kid compared to her adult protectors. She was sure Lee could handle this. He looked over at Carley, then at her gun before nodding and dropping his own. "We.. We surrender. Take everything you need." He answered the thieves sadly, tossing them his backpack.

"Lee, what?! No fucking way!" Christa yelled in shock, keeping her gun trained on the shotgun wielding thief.

"Christa.. Baby, it's fine.." Omid gently whispered, feeling the pistol against his head harden. He let out a light groan, sweat dripping down the barrel.

"Good choice." The leader said as Carley, Chuck and Molly reluctantly copied Lee. Omid's bag was stripped from his back.

"Omid, we- we can't.." Christa hesitated, feeling herself become shaky.

"Just listen to Lee. He's the smartest man I know, we're gonna be okay." He tried to rationalize, keeping his hands in the air as the bandits searched through their stuff.

"Please, Christa. Nobody wants to die." Clem added, bringing her purple bag with all of the motor inn's stickers on it to the ground. Christa tried to disagree, but then looked back at her, would be, husband and faced the cold reality.

"Fine.. Here." Her gun dropped along with her bag full of food, a water bottle and painkillers. The man holding Omid looked down at his friends.

"Well, anything good?" He asked, holding a shaking Omid tightly.

"Not much, but it'll do." His leader answered, checking out a few candy bars from Molly's bag, along with some weird colored masks with girly stickers on them.

"Not much? We'll die if we keep that mentality up. Victor, this is fucking worthless. We might as well just kill 'em." The aggressive man who held Omid threatened, taking the safety off of his pistol. Christa gasped, Omid nearly pissed himself.

"Calm down, Ralph. I don't want to waste any bullets." Victor held his hands up, resting his shotgun on his shoulder as he slowly approached his friend. The group watched in both confusion and horror.

"Then have Jeremy take care of 'em!" He pointed at the man with a spear. All eyes were on him.

"I dunno man, you ain't the boss of me." Jeremy replied, nearly chuckling from nervousness. Ralph looked furious. Thunder and lightning crackled in the distance.

"Then fuck both ya'll. I'm sick of this shit, bein' treated like a goomba. If I'm dying, I'm taking someone with me, someone with something to lose." Ralph's finger rested on the trigger, ready to pull.

"What is he talking about?" Carley demanded to know, looking directly at Victor. Before he could respond, Christa attempted to reach out for her boyfriend, scanning for a viable escape from this.

"Omid!" She yelled, her voice breaking.

"W-what about the deal?! H-have a heart man, please!" Omid begged, struggling in the man's grasp. The bandit didn't loosen up a bit.

"You think there's room for heart now? I hate how fucking weak you are, and yet you're still here-" BANG. Out of nowhere, Carley blasts Ralph's head like a donut.

"Ralph! You bitch!" Victor aimed his shotgun at Carley, ready to shoot. Carley couldn't react in time.

"NO, Carley, duck!-" Lee yelped, about to push her out of the way. The spread shot of the gun in Victor's hands fired, heading straight for the ex reporter. Before Lee could even save her, Omid jumped in front of the bullets, being launched down to the floor. The blowback hit him like a truck. Victor was distracted long enough so that Clementine could finish him off, shooting him in the forehead. It made her feel just as gross as when she killed the stranger, her hands shaking violently. Lee grabbed her hand and began stepping away. Jeremy, the last man, was too terrified to do anything. He began running away. The rest of the group didn't care about him; They were worried about Omid.

Christa hovered over her lover, her forehead against his as she clutched his hand as tightly as possible. He coughed up blood, the salty liquid drizzling from his lips. "Omid, PLEASE, PLEASE don't die. I-I'm so sorry.." She was already crying hysterically. Molly and Chuck kept watch for walkers, every single one for five miles could have probably heard that loud ass boom.

"C-chri-st-a!.. I-I fuckin' love you s-so muc-h.. H-Hope, k-keep he-r a-alive.. For u-us.." Omid was barely able to speak in between all of the gasps for air and coughing, clutching onto her hand for dear life.

"Hope? B-but.."

"Sh-agh-hh.. S-she's a-live.. I-in you. K-keep y-yoursel-f s-safe.." His lights faded, his hand dug into her palm, causing her to break skin. She laid her head down on his chest and broke down completely.

"Christa.. I'm so sorry.." Carley tried to comfort, placing her hand on her bony shoulder. Lee was shocked, too shocked for words. Clementine was terrified.

"Omid.. Please, no…" In a flash, Christa had lost her home, her baby and now her true love. That night, under the cold, wet rain and cloudy sky, she had broken.

"W-we have to get moving. Walkers will be on us, that shotgun certainly wasn't quiet." Lee said, breaking the 'silence'. As silent as an area under a thunderstorm could get.

"Yeah, no kidding. We gotta get out of these goddamn woods." Molly replied, looking for a safe way out. She picked up her bag, along with Lee and Chuck. Carley had hers and Christa's, and Clementine's was gone. That thief must have taken it before he left.

"Good thing we were already on our way out before we were attacked, shouldn't be too far." Chuck looked around for the map, which luckily Clem had in her pocket. She pulled it out and scanned the map.

"Clementine, what does the map say?" Lee questioned.

"It says we have to go that way to the nearest town. It's kind of small though." Clem informed him, showing the map to her guardian.

"Good, small is good. Come on." Molly quickly said, beginning to walk in the general direction of said town. Chuck began following her.

"Carley, Christa, we have to go." Lee told the two, waiting for them to catch up. He could hear walkers in the distance. Clementine stayed by his side.

"In a minute, Lee. She just lost Omid for God's sake." Carley responded, holding an endlessly sobbing Christa whilst she clutched his chest. Lee hesitated, looking back at Molly and Chuck, then back to his girlfriend and Christa. They could protect themselves, but Christa in her state would drag Carley down. He needed to protect them.

"..I'm staying with you. I can't let anything happen to anyone else." The dark skinned male approached the two, pulling out his gun. Walkers were slowly but surely finding their way to them.

"If you want to, fine." Carley replied quickly, trying to coddle the mess that was Christa as fast as she could before things got dangerous.

"Clementine, stay close to Chuck and Molly, okay?" Clem was conflicted with what Lee said. On one hand, Lee can probably handle the walkers with Carley, plus Christa is still conscious and can probably save herself. She also looked at Chuck and Molly, who were extremely heightened survivors with easy going personalities and a firm grasp on close quarters combat. The question was, should she obey Lee or help protect Christa?

Choices:

A: Go with Chuck and Molly

B: Go with Carley, Lee and Christa.

Relationships:

Lee appreciates that you think he's still a reliable leader. 10/10

Carley is glad you let Lee handle things. Shit went down, but it could have been worse. 10/10

Molly is pretty shaken up, but she's just worried for Christa at this point. She thinks things could have gone way worse. 10/10

Chuck is just glad you're okay. 10/10

Christa is a broken woman. Now that she's lost her boyfriend and her unborn child.. What else does she have? She partially blames Lee for this. 8/10

((QOTC: Now that we've lost one old favorite, I have to ask: Did you like Omid here? Do you wish someone else could have gone, and if so, who in the group?))