It was supposed to be an easy, calm day. Go hunting, show the new girls the ropes, even if they already knew how to hunt AND were probably better at it than the cabin group. In that case, they could think of it as bonding with the group that had already wronged them enough by taking their guns. Unfortunately, this isn't how it went down. A day with the cabin group, and the new guys had already experienced a handful of trouble. Clementine and Molly especially.

Pete limped on one leg, running as fast as he could with one hand holding the young girls. The two searched the woods for shelter, anything to get away from the herd of walkers closing in on them. These walkers, they wouldn't stop following the two, like they were tracking them. How could such slow bastards catch up so fast?

"Look!" Pete coughed out, pointing west to a recreational vehicle in the distance. Clem took notice that there were only two walkers in that direction and booked it, holding Pete's hand as she did. The two finally made it to the car, narrowly avoiding the swinging arms of the dead. Pete quickly opened the back of the car. "Quick, get in!" Clem hopped inside before lending a hand, helping Pete get in just as the walkers were cornering him. The doors of the RV slammed, closing the pair in.

Pete let out several awful coughs and wheezes, holding his stomach as he sat down against a wall. The two sat down for at least a minute, just catching their breaths. Eventually, Pete rolled up his pant leg, checking out the damage done to his leg. "Ah.. Shit." It was red, veiny and bleeding. The chomp mark kinda looked like it was throbbing.

"Lee told me once.. Getting bit is like being told you have cancer. It hurts, it's terrifying, it.. Really sucks."

"Well… That is exactly how I feel." His fingers traced the mark, his face grimacing as he did so. "Give me some of that water in your pack, and tell me what else is in there." Clem nodded, getting on her knees as she took off the bag. Opening it up revealed a water bottle, which she quickly handed to the adult, two drawings (one of Katjaa and Mark and one of her parents and her), a picture of Lee he had torn up at the drugstore, a pocket knife (which she didn't tell him about and immediately pocketed) and a lighter. Pete finished drinking by the time she told him what was inside. "Huh.. Not much. Look around for anything useful."

"What about.." She didn't finish, her eyes set on his grizzly flesh wound. He looked where she was looking and sighed.

"I'll figure it out, just.. Gimme a minute."

"We may not have a minute." Clem warned.

"Then do something in that time." Shrugging, she stood up and walked around the RV. The first thing she tried was turning it on, something Omid taught her to do. It wouldn't even make a noise, but she could see clear as day that walkers were surrounding the vehicle.

"The car won't start!" Clem announced.

"Figures. No one's stupid enough to leave a working vehicle in the middle of the woods wide open." Well, except for the stranger, he was absolutely right.

"Yeah.. I guess not." She searched the rest of the front, coming up empty handed. Checking the rest of the van, the first thing that caught her eye was a hacksaw. A clean hacksaw, lying right next to a rope. Clem also noticed a bloody handprint on the window and an awful smell in the air.

"Careful. There's a body next to that box." Clem let out a gasp at the man's words, her eyes turning to the dead body of a white, bald male. A pair of glasses and a bowie hat lied next to his lifeless, pale body. "I see what you're seeing."

"We have to do it, Pete. You'll turn otherwise."

"I'll bleed out like a stuck pig if you do that. Even if I live, what are you gonna do, carry me on your back? We don't have a working vehicle, there are lurkers all around us, and you're eleven! You aren't a giant woman, you're a kid." He stressed, rubbing the bite as if it were a minor scratch.

"I'm stronger than most kids." Clem argued.

"Mentally! Mentally, you are, Clementine. Physically, however, you are an eleven year old girl- MAYBE twelve. Unless you have some other.. Hm." Pete stopped yelling, looking around the room. His eyes landed on the large crate next to the dead man.

"What?"

"What's in that box anyways?" Clem approached it. It was already open but still completely full. "Cigars mostly."

"And you said.. You have a light, right?"

"Uh, yeah. What are you thinking about?"

"Before I tell you, I have to know. Did you really think you could keep that knife from me?"

"How did you-"

"I saw you pocket it. Don't worry, you ain't in trouble. I just want to know why you're hiding it, especially when you still have that hook murder weapon." She looked down at Hilda, something she quickly forgot about as soon as they got inside the van. It had nothing to do with wanting to hurt him.

"You guys keep so many secrets from us, don't trust us with weapons and now that your life is in my hands, you're still scared of me. I won't hurt you. I don't work for whoever the hell Carver is, and I'm not a bad person! I just want to go home, I want to get back to getting gun trained by Carley, or playing cards with Molly, getting stupidly frustrating Lee lectures, listening to Chuck's music, supporting Christa in any way we can. And I want you to live too." She stared at the contents of the box, just waiting for the man to respond. He seemed truly moved, but not surprised.

"Keep it. Here's the plan: take that rope on the ground and wrap it around my leg, right above the bite," The young girl smiled, doing as told. He tensed up a bit as the rope cut off the bloodstream to his ankle. Biting his lip with sweat becoming increasingly slippery down his head, he ordered the next step. "Next, I need you to get a cigar. Give it to me and light it, quick."

"Why?"

"Do it!"

"Alright, alright." She took a fat, brown cigar from the box and took out her lighter, setting the tip ablaze. She handed it to Pete who eagerly stuffed the butt in his mouth, inhaling as much as he could before blowing it out.

"Ugh.. Tastes like cow shit. This'll do. I'll bite down on this so I'm not screamin' too loud. The last thing we need is more bites. Listen carefully to this next part: You need to cut me right here." He pointed at a section of his leg below his calf but above his ankle. "Not too much blood lost and I'll still have a leg to somewhat use. When you've cut past the bone,"

"Gross.." The pressure was starting to get to Clem, she nearly gagged.

"When you cut past the bone," He repeats, tearing off a piece of fabric on his pant leg that would normally cover his ankle. The leg now ended at his knee. He placed the fabric next to him. "Use this as a bandage. Wrap it around every bit of exposed meat. You're extremely strong if we do this, Clementine. Mentally and physically. So… what's gonna happen to poor Uncle Pete here?" Clementine picked up the hacksaw on the floor, examining it as if it were a murder weapon. Her stomach turned as her eyes lifted and she realized she had to use this on another human. Then, a thought occurred to her and she nearly cried, smiling at him.

"My mom was a doctor.. She'd be so proud of me. I'm just.. I'm not sure if we should or shouldn't."

"I'll leave my life in your hands. I can't do it, I'll pass out halfway through. Not even Rambo could cut off his leg without falling unconscious. Make it quick, we ain't got much time to debate."

Choices:

A: Cut off his leg.

B: Don't do it.

Relationships:

Lee: 10/10

Carley: 10/10

Christa: 8/10

Chuck: 10/10

Molly: 8/10 (From ignoring her and taking Hilda)

Luke: 7/10

Nick: 7/10 (From going to save his uncle)

Pete: 7/10 (He's annoyed you didn't listen to him, but he can't be mad. You're only trying to save his life.

Carlos: 6/10

Sarah: 8/10

Alvin: 6/10

Rebecca: 2/10

((QOTC: Does anybody have a solid explanation as to why Pete wasn't saveable in canon? I'd like to hear what the fans think, since I feel like his death is one that often gets overlooked because it's not nearly as bad as some other cabin group members (Cough cough, off screen and frozen river)))