Clem puts her foot down, furrowing her brows and gritting her teeth at her fellow survivors whilst getting in between Mike and Kenny. "You all need to stop fighting! This is getting nobody anywhere!"

"Thank you, at last somebody said it." Molly says, siding with Clem as she walks over to support her.

Kenny sighs. "Look, just show me where Duck is, and-"

PSHT

The window breaks just as he pulls himself off of it, a walker's hand revealing itself to be the culprit. Two more press up against the window and climb inside in an instant. The prisoners step away, anxiously searching for weapons when the walkers stand up and begin lurching toward them.

"Shit, fucking grab something!" Kenny barks, looking around for a tool, any tool at all. Chuck quickly picks up a hammer and throws the blunt end into a walker's skull, followed by knifing one with the back of it. Two more walkers enter, approaching both Kenny and Molly, and two more behind it, which focus on Clementine. While the others are distracted, Clem picks up a 2x4 and assaults one of the walkers with it, to no real effect, cornering her.

There's an empty shelf next to her, so she drops the wood and tries to crawl between the wall and the shelf while the walkers chasing her attempt to follow her through. One gives up and tries going a different way, while the other continues chasing her through the cramped space. Clem struggles to outrun the sluggish walker, feeling the heat of the corpse radiating onto her back. She runs into the shelf's sharp ends, which are leaned up against the wall. She hurriedly pushes the shelf as hard as she can, escapes the tight corridor and in the process pierces the walker with the sharp end, killing it.

Three walkers approach slowly as she backs away now. "Clementine!" Molly and Kenny panically yell, looking for the girl.

"I'm back here! Help!" She cries back.

"I can't! There's too many of them!" Molly panically replies.

"We're so fucked!" Mike yells.

Clem grabs a sledgehammer leaning on the wall and with all her strength hits the closest walker in the leg, it lands on its stomach, but continues crawling. Clem throws the hammer down on it's head and kills it, but is forced to abandon the weapon and continue running to the back, however she slips on a cord and gets her leg tangled around it. Desperately, she tries to crawl away, and while crawling she feels a screwdriver. The walkers fastly approach, so she readies herself for a confrontation, pointing the screwdriver upwards as the next closest walker lunges on top of her.

She pierces its mouth with the sharp, pointy object, brown blood spewing all over her new coat. With enough strength and fear, she pierces through its skull and kills it, but it lands right on top of her, motionless as one more walker walks toward her. She tries to push the dead one off her, and she's thankfully saved by an arrow coming out of nowhere and killing the next approaching lurker. She shrieks, realizing a dead body is covering hers, and Troy helps her take it off, a crossbow in his hand. She untagles her leg and backs away, heavily breathing for the second time today.

"Get up. Get outta there, come on! Make me save your ass.. Jesus." He orders, shaking his head. She stands up, shaking as she slowly walks out of the room. Molly practically flies into her, hugging her with everything she has.

"Thank fucking christ you're okay! Don't scare me like that again, kid." Clem hugs back, relishing in her warmth.

"Alright, enough mushy shit. Get outta here, I'm sure they got work for you. Go!" Troy rushes, impatient. Clem let's go as Molly stands up.

"Hey, asshole, why don't you-"

He aims his bow at her. "I told her to go, bitch. Unless you want another of what you got last time, I'd suggest shutting that whore mouth and getting back to work, cause now I gotta babysit your dumbasses." Molly can only see red. She wants nothing more than to tear his face out and gorge his stomach with Hilda, wherever the hell she is. Chuck realizes this and pulls her back.

"Easy." He whispers. She sighs, decompressing angrily.

"Troy, what happened to Reggie?" Mike asks.

"None of your concern!" Troy shouts. Mike looks down and tightens his fist. So it is true.

Kenny gets up into Troy's face, growling. "Then what happened to my son?!"

Troy chuckles. "I don't give a shit. Now get back to work! Can't do one simple patch job without me cracking the whip.." he mutters, walking away until he leans on the wall. "Go ahead, start patching that hole up before more come. I can hear someone taking care of the dead outside with their gun, so they could be here soon." he says, referring to Danny's gunfire on the other side of Howe's.

Tchhh… "Hey, Troy, can you hear me?" Bill asks on the walkie talkie. Troy picks up.

"Yeah? What's up, Bill?"

"You have Clementine, right? Order her to my office."

"Yes, sir." He copies. "Bill radioed, wants a word with you up in his office. So head on up there, now!" Clem nods, beginning to walk outside. Outside, the sound of walkers pounding on fences and their groaning is all she can hear. She looks down at her jacket and wipes off the walker blood dripped onto her, disgusted.

Inside of Howe's, Clem sees Bill through the window in his office, talking to Rebecca. Worriedly, she picks up the pace and accidentally walks right into Wyatt, who wields a mop and is frankly quite startled by her.

"Holy shit! Hey, little dude. Where you going?" He asks, calming himself down.

"Upstairs, to see Carver." She answers, focused on the two upstairs. What could they be talking about? Hard to tell their facial expressions from here, but she doubted Rebecca was anywhere near happy.

"You okay? You look like you saw a ghost." He replies warily, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I.. I dunno. I'm sorry." She whimpers, backing away.

"Don't apologize! You're good!.. Be careful, dude. I'll see you tonight." Wyatt reassures, holding his hand out supportively. She nods and continues on her path. In the staircase leading up to his office, Clem begins climbing, taking a deep breath. Rebecca suddenly runs out the door, sobbing hard.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?" She stops to sniffle and open her eyes.

"Clem.. I'm so sorry.. I.. I couldn't stop him." Rebecca blubbers, wiping the tears from her eyes, but they won't stop coming.

"Stop him? W-what do you mean?" She questions, her heart beat picking up speed once again.

Bill lingers in the doorway, his gun holstered in his pocket. "Rebecca, sweetie, leave her to me, okay? Come on, Clem, I wanna talk to you about earlier."

"I'm sorry.." She can't hold herself together anymore and rushes down the flight of stairs, sobbing even harder. Clem looks back up at Bill, nervous.

"She's a strong woman, surrounded by weak men. I ain't letting my kid get raised around that. Get in here." He orders, holding the door open for her. Clem climbs the rest of the stairs and enters the room. She's horrified to see, in the corner on a desk chair, Duck, with blood covering his shirt and a paper bag over his head. He appears unconscious.

"Duck! Duck! No!" She rushes toward him, getting down on her knees as she feels for a pulse, like Lee taught her. There's still a small one. She looks down and holds back tears, gritting her teeth before looking back at him, in the eyes. "You're a bully."

"Mm, I guess I am. But notice that I'm standing over here, and he's sitting in his own blood and urine over there. Now, come sit over here." He pulls out the chair Lee sat in not an hour ago. She hesitantly sits in it. He stands across from her, feeding Sam a bone as he adjusts himself. "You make sure to tell me the truth when you're sitting where you are, and you won't end up in that chair." He looks over at the chair occupied with Duck, motioning for her to do the same. She doesn't. "Now, you might not believe this after what happened earlier, but.. I liked Reggie. He was a funny guy, he kept things light; you need folks like that. It's easy to let depression sink in during times like this."

She isn't sure if she should believe him, and her face tells him this. "But he was weak, and I don't mean just 'cause he was maimed: that wasn't the problem. He was weak of will, weak of character." He sits down, looking her dead in the eye. "We can't have that around here, not anymore. Not with what we have at stake. You have to be able to contribute."

"He didn't deserve that! Even if he messed up, he didn't deserve to die!" She argues.

"Oh, he certainly did." He stands back up, grinning like he was doing the right thing. "You see, Reggie put us at risk with his incompetence. He's had a string of screwups lately." He sits down on the desk, right in front of her. "Killing one, in order to save many, is part of survival. It's one of the tough decisions that a weaker person couldn't make. It's why it falls on people like us to lead them to safety. You understand?" He points at himself when he references them both. "Well, I wish it was different, I do. But they are weak, and we are strong. That's why it's our responsibility to shepherd the flock, to keep them safe. It's their nature to follow, not to lead."

Choices

A: I'm not like you.

B: You're right.

C: I wish Kenny had killed you.

D: …

Relationships (Clementine)

Lee: 15/15

Carley: 15/15

Christa: 12/15

Molly: 15/15 (She agreed with you during the argument and was worried sick you were dead)

Chuck: 15/15 (He knows you're right and is relieved you're okay)

Kenny: 10/15 (He wishes you had sided with him, but understands your position)

Duck: 14/15

Ben: 15/15

Walter: 7/15

Sarita: 8/15

Luke: 14/15

Pete: 14/15

Nick: 11/15

Carlos: 11/15

Sarah: 13/15

Alvin: 10/15

Rebecca: 11/15

Carver: 9/15 (What you say next will influence how he views you, and how you view him. What will you choose?)

Tavia: 7/15

Stan: 5/15

Shel: 6/15

Becca: 5/15

Bonnie: 7/15

Johnny: 5/15

Shawn: 8/15

Wyatt: 7/10 (He feels bad for scaring you)

Eddie: 6/10

Troy: 3/15

Justin: 7/15

Danny: 6/10

Sam: 5/15