Clementine decided against distrusting her leader and guardian, mumbling "Be safe.." Before running toward Chuck and Molly. The eleven year old quickly caught up with the pair. Walkers followed them, but were mostly either taken out by Hilda or via a hard punch in the skull from Chuck as they hauled ass with help from the map.

"So.. What's our plan?" Clementine asked the two adults, panting as she ran just behind them.

"Find a safe place, wait out for Lee and the others to find us, and.. Head north I guess." Chuck answered, keeping his eyes on the walkers in front of him.

"You guess?" Molly skeptically said, tripping a walker when it got too close.

"I-I dunno, Lee didn't tell us. We'll just have to make it to town before they do." The old man suggested, taking the map from Clementine when she offered it. He stared at it and continued to follow it's directions to town. There was a gunshot that could be heard in the distance, way back with Lee, Carley and Christa. Clem wanted nothing more than to check on him, already tensing up with him gone. Molly held her hand.

"He'll be fine, Clem, focus! He's survived a shit ton more than a few walkers!" Molly reminded the girl. She realized this was true and tried to suppress her worries, and it seemed to work for the time being. Christa on the other hand...

It was morning when the trio finally found the town. Most of the walkers from last night were either dead or gone somewhere else. "This is it, right? I can see buildings up ahead." Molly pointed at a few structures just below the horizon. They couldn't see the town itself, but it was just about visible in a few steps.

"Yup, according to the map." Chuck answered, looking down at the piece of informative piece of paper they had found near the amusement park before they headed out for 'Wellington'. Upon getting a full view of the area, they noticed one teensy, tiny problem with it.

"..Guys, it's filled with walkers." Clem said, breaking the daze of the two who were literally just standing in frustration and shock and how many walkers were crawling around in such a small town.

"..We know." Molly slowly answered.

"..Shit." Chuck added, just to feel less left out.

"So, now what?" The young girl asked, looking around to see if there were any other areas to explore.

"Well.. I don't know about y'all, but I'm starving." Chuck pocketed the map and started looking too.

"Psht, you could say that again!" Molly agreed, cracking a smile. Clementine wasn't new to just how chill these two could be, but she never really got to be alone with them either. Lee was getting stricter each month it seemed, and yet he still treated her like a kid.

"I could eat." She tried the whole chill act too, even though she could feel herself becoming anxious that Lee had no idea where they were.

"Let's go find something. Then we can decide on a good place to camp out." Chuck took charge, beginning to walk along a dirt path. The two followed him.

"Lead the way, gramps." The blonde teased.

"Do you guys think Lee, Carley and Christa will find us?" Clementine asked. Neither adults spoke.

"...I don't know. We can use smoke signals, but that may get us robbed again. Or worse." Chuck sighed, reminding everyone of what had just caused the group to split up in the first place.

"Shit, Omid. That was hours ago." Molly whispered, slipping her hands in her pockets to hide her clenching fists.

"..They just shot him. Without thinking twice." Clem muttered. She wasn't angry, just shooken up. Reasonable enough, the kid hadn't witnessed anything like that since.. The stranger.

"He deserved better. He should be here, with us. Thinking about it now.. He probably turned." Please, shut up, Chuck.

"Shut up. Let's.. Let's not think about that." Molly spoke the words from Clem's thoughts, furrowing her brows in annoyance at her best friend.

"Sorry. I'm just thinkin' out loud." He sighed as well, keeping silent. Omid would leave a hole in all of them, that's for sure. Even though he wasn't the most talkative after Hope's premature death, he still tried to brighten up everyone's day. He even had plans to wed Christa that he talked about with Lee and Chuck once they all got over this. Maybe someday, they could try again. Those dreams died with Omid.

Rustle, rustle.

The group stopped and focused on a bit of greenery that was moving. Instinctively, Molly pulled out Hilda. Chuck took out a little wrench he always kept on hand. Clem pulled out her gun that was near empty on bullets. They all stared intensely at it for a minute or so, glaring and waiting for some sort of sneak attack.

"Clem, cover me. I'm going in." Molly whispered, taking a step forward, followed by another, preparing herself to strike.

"Be careful." Chuck warned.

"I'll be-"

"Woof! Woof!" It was a dog! A beautiful, but skinny as all hell, golden dog.

:..Fine. It's.. A dog? Holy shit." Molly was astonished, hell all three of them were. They hadn't seen a dog in literal years that wasn't dead. Chuck immediately approached him, bending down to show him his innocence.

"Heeey boy~ What's your name?" The dog didn't show any signs of aggression. Instead he approached Charles and began sniffing him.

"Huh..? The hell are you doing, old man?" Molly asked, watching with Clementine, the latter of which had already pocketed her pistol.

Chuck checked the dog's collar and gave a wide smirk. "Sam is it? I bet you're a real good boy! Where are your owners, buddy?"

"I think he likes him." Clem said, folding her arms with a small smile.

The older female chuckled. "Hehe, ya think?" Charles stood up after whispering something to the animal. It began walking away from them, and he began following it. "We're following a dog..? Are you insane?! We need food, not a pet!"

"He can help!" The previously homeless man tried to defend the dog.

"How?" Chuck just shrugged. Not even he knew the answer to that just kept following the dog.

"What else do we have to go on?" The mature eleven year old questioned, somewhat skeptical herself.

"..Good point." Molly rolled her eyes, but was honestly amused. 'Survival is more important than fun? What's the point of surviving if you can't amuse yourself? So stupid.' She thought to herself, thinking back to the other half of the group. Sam the dog ended up bringing them over to a little resting spot. There was a busted up broken down van, a destroyed tent, a broken grill, a cooler which reeked even staying away from it, and a huge trash can. Chuck smiled at their fortune and went down to pet the dog.

"Alright, everyone should look for food. Once we find something and regain our energy, we'll find a way to contact the rest of our group afterwards."

"Okay, I'll check over here!" Clem said, heading over to the van. Looked like there were some boxes of stuff in it.

"Nice plan, geezer. I'll look with the girl." Molly shortly followed.

"Sam and I will check around. Holler if you see anything important or dangerous." Chuck added as he walked in the opposite direction.

"Sure." Clem replied with a nod, digging through a cardboard box. Not much of interest, aside from a picture of the family that owned Sam.

"So.. Thoughts on the dog?" Molly asked, looking around the floor for anything useful.

"He's cute. I haven't seen one in a long time." The young girl responded, climbing inside the van.

"Same here. Could be a risk though."

"Yeah, dogs do a lot of barking and whimpering. It's kinda annoying too." That got a chuckle out of the older woman.

"Pfft, you can say that again. I had a cat named Mr. Princess, best fucking pet ever. Real calm and could catch his own food. My kind of animal."

"I had a pet hamster. He was adorable, but died before all of this."

"Maybe that's a good thing." Ah, that was awkward. Luckily, something quickly distracted Clem from having to confront that awkwardness. For some odd reason, Omid's death was really affecting Molly. They were good buddies for a while until the baby.. Well, you know.

Clem found a little plastic toy in a bin in the passenger seat. She gasped and grinned, picking it up. It was a piece of broccoli with a funny afro and weird sunglasses. He even had chest hair.. "Disco broccoli! Oh my god, I loved this show!" She clutched the toy to her chest as Molly approached her, confusion written on her face.

"Disco what?"

"Broccoli! He was the main character of this show, 'Disco Broccoli and his Chive Talkin' Friends.' Me and my babysitter Sandra would watch it all the time.." Clem reminisced, tossing the toy in her pocket. Her bag was stolen, but there had to be something else she could use.

"Heh, I miss cartoons. Me and my sister used to watch em too. I really miss TV, man."

"Yeah.. Maybe it'll come back someday."

"God, I hope so too."

"Woof! Woof, woof! Grr.." Sam had targeted something, and whatever it was did not make him happy.

"Looks like our friend found something. C'mon, there ain't shit here." Molly said, hopping out of the van. Clem followed as they walked to Sam and Chuck near a tree. "What's all the ruckus?"

"Just a walker. Calm down, buddy. He's dead." Chuck soothed, petting behind Sam's ear. That got him to calm down. There was a knife sticking out of the walker Sam was barking at, right in his arm. He was bitten on the same area the knife was stuck in. The walker was leaning against a tree, maybe two months old at this point.

"Looks like he tried to cut it out." Clem muttered sadly.

"He wasn't cutting anything with that thing. Way too dull, wouldn't even break bone." Chuck pointed out, folding his arms as the walker weakly reached toward them. His legs were crushed completely, like they had been broken from falling somewhere.

"Well, we could use the knife. Let's take him out. Clem, would you do us the honors?" Molly suggested, roughly patting the kid on her shoulder.

"Oh, sure. But I don't have a weapon like you guys." She replied, referring to their melee's.

"Use whatever you can find. That's an important skill to learn if you ask me." Molly said matter-of-factly.

"Nobody asked you." Chuck teased.

"Shut up, asshole." Molly replied with a chuckle. Clem searched the ground before finding a pretty large tree branch. She picked it up, it's weight nearly dominating her strength. Still, she picked it up above her head and swung against the walkers head. "Ah!" She grunted, blood splattering on the ground. The walker's skull was now showing, and he seemed dead, but within seconds he was back to moaning, his milky pale eyes staring directly at Clementine as he reached out for a bite of the eleven year old.

"Go ahead, keep trying." Chuck encouraged, patting her hat gently. She nodded, swinging again. Still groaning. One more striker bursted his brains open, finally killing the walker.

"Nice one, kid. Now we have this." Molly praised, grabbing the knife from it's arm. She handed it to Clem after wiping the dark brown blood from it. "You needed a melee weapon, right? Take it."

Clem smiled, taking it from the older, lax woman's hand. "Thanks, Molly."

"Anytime, kid. Let's keep looking." And that's what they did. Chuck and Sam sniffed around while Clem and Molly searched like normal desperate people.

"Ugh! Agh, I am so sick of that smell!" Clem coughed out after opening a cooler filled with rotten food and walker guts. Molly held in a chuckle as she inspected a grill. It had a hole in it and was empty unfortunately. Luckily, Chuck had struck gold. He was digging through the garbage when he found a full, slightly heavy can of baked beans.

"Look! I found something!" Chuck announced, causing the two to appear in front of him within moments.

"Oh my gosh, finally." Clem silently celebrated, her stomach rumbling at the sight of the tin can.

"God I'm hungry. We should save some for the others, but let's not be too generous, okay?" Molly said, rubbing her palms together whilst licking her dry lips.

"I getcha. C'mon, let's eat." Chuck led the three to a log. They all sat down, ready to dig in. "Shit, gotta open it. Here, Clem, open it with that knife we got."

"Sure thing. Anything for some food." Clem took out the knife and carved out the cover. Sam waited patiently in front of her, which the girl noticed. She felt bad for the pup, he barely had a stomach and didn't even have any owners. The three silently began eating, but Clem was pondering if they should give even a little to the stray.

Choices:

A: Feed Sam

B: Save it for Lee, Carley and Christa.

Relationships:

Lee is happy you listened to him. He really wants to see you again, and hopefully he will. 10/10

Carley hopes you're okay. She's fine with you going with Chuck and Molly. 10/10

Christa is a mess. She doesn't care about anything at the moment. Her mind is numb. 8/10

Chuck really does like you. He's like an uncle to you, and he likes how you trust him enough to come with him over Lee, despite your feelings. 10/10

Molly really likes you too, another female to talk to who isn't cynical or an adult. It's just what she needs. 10/10

Sam seems hungry, and if it weren't for him we wouldn't even have this food.. Should we take the risk and feed him? 6/10

((QOTC: Thoughts on this scene in canon? I always thought it was a great bitch slap to Clem that she's alone and no one can help her. A reminder that she'll die without friends.))