As Clem chewed on the beans, something about the dogs desperate whimpering made her feel really guilty. Survival of the fittest wasn't in her vocabulary. "We should feed Sam, too. He looks like he hasn't had a proper meal in ages." She suggested, waiting for the adult's response.

"Poor guy. Here, let me." Chuck grabbed the can from Clem's hands, getting up from his seat to pour out a small amount of food far away from the three. Sam eagerly rushed to eat the mush of beans right off the floor. He gobbled it up within seconds. Although he couldn't find the source of the food, he did smell it somewhere. At any rate, Molly was not happy.

"What the hell, guys? That dog will live like, a month after this. We have a group who could have used that!" She scolded, taking the can away from Chuck roughly.

"..Right." Chuck awkwardly replied, scratching the back of his gray head.

"Sorry, it just looked so.. Helpless. I know we're more important but I couldn't help myself. Lee's felt that way too." Clem said with a sigh, causing Molly to have to think of a reply. Damnit, if that kid wasn't cute.. In the time it took for her to think of a reply, they had already eaten everything.

"..Whatever. We really should get going, and find them." Molly finally replied, wiping her mouth. The beans didn't taste good but they certainly scratched an itch.

"You're right. Come on, let's go." Chuck began leading the group toward the woods once again, tossing the now empty can to Sam so he could finish it off. "Good luck, buddy." He said to the K9, finally leaving with his group.

They walked aimlessly for half an hour, calling out the names of their friends. Of course, they weren't stupid, they knew yelling could draw walkers, or worse bandits. Clem had her gun out, Chuck had his AK front and center as an intimidation tactic of sorts and Molly had Hilda as usual. "Lee? Carley? Christa? Are you there?" Clem called out desperately, attracting the attention of a straggler walker. It tried to attack her, but Molly was quick to shove her hook in it's head.

"That knife ain't the best weapon in the world, just so you know. Especially not for someone your height. Be careful." Molly informed, referring to the short pocket knife they found on the walker earlier.

"I know, I know. Thanks." The girl responded with a worried expression, not for her life but for the rest of the group.

"Shit, we haven't seen 'em all day. I'm really starting to-"

"Hey! Excuse me!" Chuck was cut off by a voice. It was gravely, a bit hoarse even, definitely not a female voice or Lee's. Two men entered the trio's field of vision, one with a crossbow and the other with a rifle. Chuck stood in front of the girls, not threatening them yet but standing his ground.

"...Who the hell is that?" Molly whispered.

"Dunno. Stay behind me, I'll protect ye." Chuck stated as the two men grew closer. One had shaggy brown hair, a mustache and a torn orange shirt with a machete in a holster on his back. The other had gray hair and looked much older than the other, maybe in his late forties. He had a chinstrap beard, a green jacket and cargo pants.

"That might be them." The younger guy muttered to the older man.

"Seems that way.. Hello! You're peaceful, right?" The older man asked, his weapon already lowered.

"Depends on if you're trying to rob us or not." Molly blurted out behind Chuck.

"No, no we ain't like that. We were lookin' for a small group of three." The younger guy replied, stepping closer. He had his gun lowered already, showing his peacefulness. "An old guy, a little girl and a blonde woman. Y'all seem to fit the bill."

"Who sent you?" Clem asked, praying in her mind it was Lee.

"A guy with one arm named Lee. He and his friends found us last night whilst escapin' some lurkers. I don't know what would have happened to them if they didn't stumble upon us." The young man answered confidently.

"That's them, no question. We should go and check things out." Molly said to her closest companion.

"Agreed," Chuck put away his gun and approached the men, holding his hand out. "The name's Chuck. Charles if you're fancy." The young man took his hand and shook it. Molly and Clem also approached the two, no longer hiding, now with their weapons hidden.

"I'm Molly, nice to meet ya." The woman waved toward the older male, who waved back with a sincere, almost relieved smile. He looked down at Clem.

"How about you, darlin'?" He questioned.

"Clementine." She answered quietly, staring him in the eyes with a small smile. She was just happy to see Lee again, wherever he was.

"Can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine." The man followed up.

"Tell me about it." Clem said with a shake of her head.

"Well, I'm Luke, and this here's Pete. We'll take you to your people but just so you know, we have a larger group than yours." Luke introduced himself, beginning to walk with Pete. They began leading them toward their base.

"Last night your friends slept in the shed. Now, Luke and I trust 'em, but we have an entire group undecided about what to do. We've been through all sorts of shit lately and it just keeps piling up. I just hope you understand why we're on the side of caution." Pete explained, sounding calm yet tired at the same time.

"Who wouldn't be cautious now? I understand plenty." Chuck sympathized with the men, digging his hands in his pockets.

"Good, good." Pete repeated, happy to hear it.

"Say, y'all don't know anyone named uh.. Carver, do ya? Gray hair, gravelly voice, mustache, that don't ring no bells?" Luke asked, turning back to face Clem, Molly and Chuck.

"Nope, sorry. We usually keep to ourselves after an event a few years back." Molly answered after thinking for half a second.

"It's more than okay. The cabin is about ten minutes away, so ask any questions if you need to." Luke offered, turning back to face the dirt road. Clementine pondered in her head for some questions, and three came up at the top of her head.

Choices:

A: Who's Carver?

B: How many people are in your group? Who are they?

C: How's Christa, Lee and Carley?

D: Say nothing.

Relationships:

Lee is alive! He's waiting for you at Luke and Pete's. 10/10

Carley is safe, she's waiting for you at Luke and Pete's. 10/10

Christa is.. Okay? At least she's alive. 8/10

Molly is a bit upset you wasted precious food on a dog, but otherwise she's fine. 9/10

Chuck appreciates your kindness towards Sam. 10/10

((QOTC: Most underrated character in TWDG history? I'd argue for either Conrad or Ben, but Ben gets more love nowadays, so definitely Conrad.))