Lee looks back up at his group of friends. Who was he kidding? He could never backstab these guys. Especially not for a man who treated them like trash. "No. I don't want to stay under Carver for the rest of my life. Maybe leaving isn't the greatest plan ever, but we can talk about what we'll do next after we get the radios." Nearly everyone smiles, glad to see him come to his senses.

"Yes, finally. Good to have you back, you son of a bitch." Kenny replies, smirking at him. Lee smiles back.

"Great, if everyone's on board, let's do this." Jane says, continuing to lead Molly to the corner of the pen. A small crowd of people circles around the two. "Up there." She points to a ladder, a rope hanging off the side of it attached to a wench. It's low enough for someone eight feet or taller to grab, but eight feet tall people are kind of in low supply around here. "If you could somehow jump up there or stand on something to give you some extra height, you could use the winch to climb up, then drop down from the skylight into the stockroom. You probably won't fall to your death."

"Great. Anyone have any ideas for what to stand on?" Luke asks the room. Molly's already deciphering a parkour route in her mind, not speaking a word.

"I could do it." Nick confidently says. There's a pause.

"Uh.. no offense, dude, but.. No." Jane shuts down. Nick raises a brow.

"No? Why not?" He asks, folding his arms.

"Well, Nick, you're uh.. Not exactly the sturdiest guy I know." Luke answers.

"So? I can hold her up."

"Wouldn't be the first time, would it?" Pete mutters.

"What's that mean?" Nick asks, his ears burning red.

"Nothing!" His uncle replies, putting his hands up.

Mike shakes his head. "Well, look, I can do it. We don't have time to stand around and-" Molly jumps once, kicking the wall for some extra air time before clinging to the fence protecting the pen from the outside. Then she reaches out for the winch and pulls it down as quick as she can before hopping around the rope, digging her foot into one of the brick tiles on the wall. Then she jumps onto the ladder.

"Holy shit.." Nick mutters, mouth agape. Chuck folds his arms, proudly looking up at her.

"Save the salivating for later, farm boy." Molly teases, looking down at him cockily.

"Be careful." Christa warns.

"Yeah, I'll try." She climbs up quickly, wasting no time standing out in the open. The group walks away from the ladder as they hear Troy coming back, detracting attention away from her. As Molly climbs up, she looks out into the parking lot, a thick cloud of fog covering an even thicker crowd of the undead, lurching their way towards Howe's. She stops for a second and shakes her head before moving on.

On the roof, Molly begins sneaking around, hiding behind the winch to see if the cost was clear. She spots Stan talking to the radio on higher ground than her, facing the parking lot. "Man, you won't believe what I'm looking at out here." He says. Molly takes the chance to sneak around him, searching for the skylight around the greenhouse.

"There's gotta be two or three thousand of them out there." He adds.

"In the parking lot?" Tavia's voice comes out of the other end.

"Nah, I can't see all of 'em. But I can see the dust they're kicking up. It's a bad omen. I don't like it." He says.

"But you're not sure?" She questions.

"What, about how many there are?"

"Yeah."

"How can I be?"

"Fuck, I hope they pass by us." Tavia mutters, a shiver of anxiety in her voice. Molly stumbles upon the skylight to Bill's office. Looking through the glass, she sees him take something out from under his desk - Hilda. He admires her, touches the sharp end.

"Motherfucker. Don't worry, baby, you're coming home soon." She then sneaks away, continuing her search for the right skylight.

"So, you think we're ready?" Stan asks the walkie.

"I'm not sure. Bill thinks we're ready." Tavia replies.

"Yeah, he thought that last time too, and look what happened."

"I guess we won't know until the time comes then. We gotta start thinking about what happens if the herd does hit us. Some kind of lockdown would be good."

"Yeah." He says distantly, something on his mind. Molly finds the skylight and opens it with ease, jumping down onto a box. The window closes with a creak. She looks down, scanning the area. Immediately she notices Tavia walking around with a radio in hand, and to her left is the charging station, accompanied by three walkie talkies. Molly jumps off the box and onto the shelf that holds it.

"Crazy about Reggie, huh?" Stan asks.

"Yeah." She replies.

"You think Bill..?" He trails off.

"Spit it out, Stan."

"I don't think Bill was gonna let him back in." Molly jumps down onto a pallet before shimmying down another shelf.

"What about Danny?" Tavia asks.

"..I think it's only a matter of time until Bill sees his usefulness outlived too. We have too many people as it is. I can only assume some of those prisoners won't last long either."

Uncomfortable, Tavia changes the subject. "..Anyway, no bullshit, you think we're ready?"

"I think so. The homestead, at least. Not sure about the expansion. They're out there, just.. Moaning." Stans says, unnerved. Molly jumps down a few extra boxes as quietly as she can.

"That's what they do."

"You think we'd be used to it by now." Molly jumps down to ground level, laying behind a table as Tavia looks in her direction. At this point she's walked further and further away from the walkies, giving Molly plenty of time and space to grab them and go. As Tavia looks away and focuses more on her conversation, she sneaks forward, diving and rolling to the charging station. She grabs two walkies slowly and quietly, her eyes stuck on Tavia and the pistol holstered in her pocket as she steals them away. She puts both in her hoodie pocket before sneaking away.

As she climbs up the shelves she hears a new set of footsteps enter the room. She looks back and spots Tavia putting a cigarette in her mouth while Justin approaches her. "Hey, you got one for me?"

She twirls to look at him, eyes widened. "Jesus, Justin. Don't sneak up on me like that."

"I always was good at keeping myself secret. That and your secret." He holds his hand out greedily. She rolls her eyes and picks one out of the carton, handing it off to him.

"Here."

"Thank you, gorgeous." He lights up his cigarette, taking a long huff before blowing smoke. "Ah.. you'd think hunting would be a calming chore, but with a lecturing moron like Pete partnered with you, it's more like a game of keeping the rifle from blowing your own brains out."

She smiles. "Ha, I can only imagine."

Molly opens the skylight and jumps out of there, closing it quietly before hurrying to the end of the roof. She begins climbing down the ladder, noticing that almost everyone but Nick was in their beds at this point. He was pacing around the bottom of the ladder, biting his nail nervously. He looks up when the ladder creaks. "Hey, you're back! Did you get them?"

She shows off the two antennas, grinning. He smiles back. "Good work. Come on, jump down, I got you."

"Uh.. you sure?"

"Come on, I'm not that much of a screw up." She rolls her eyes playfully before letting herself fall down into his open arms. Surprisingly, he catches her bridal style. She wraps her arms around his neck and lingers there. For a brief moment, confidence fills his face and he smirks. "See?"

"I do. Good work, yokel." She teases, eyes narrowed with a smirk still plastered on her face. He takes a deep breath, unable to move.

"Hey, uh-" She catches his lips, kissing him. His eyes close slowly. They part. "Oh.. okay. Does this mean-"

"Yes, if we get out of this alive." She answers, watching as a joyous smile covers him. "You can let me go now, tiger."

"Haha, yeah, yeah, sure. Come on, it's lights out time." He gently puts her down on her feet before leading her to the beds. Everyone sits up when she approaches.

"Did you get 'em?" Lee questions. Molly pulls them both out before laying down on her bed next to Chuck. Lee smiles. "Well played, Molly."

"Alright, everyone stay where you are, no use drawin' suspicion." Kenny orders.

"That was incredible." Alvin comments, nodding at the blonde.

"Great work, as usual." Chuck compliments.

"Yeah, yeah, we're not outta the woods yet. But thank you." Molly replies, getting snug as she faces away from her best friend, starting to close her eyes.

Jane looks over at her. "I told you you probably wouldn't die. Good work."

"It was nothing." She says.

Jane cracks a smile. "You remind me of my sister. She used to do crazy shit like that too and shrug it off like she was nothing special."

"Oh yeah? I could say the same. Mine used to tell me how I would be great on TV someday, or at the olympics. I used to tell her I was bottom tier compared to a lot of pros."

She lets out a soft laugh. "Well, get some rest. We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"You too." Molly replies, getting comfortable.

Kenny holds Sarita's shaking hand and lets out a long decompressing sigh. She looks at him and holds his back. "...I thought about Kat today. About how sweet and gentle she was, about how beautiful she was on our wedding day. I thought about what she'd think of me now, if she were still here. How horrible she'd feel about Duck.. everything that happened in the end there, it.. It makes it hard for me to remember that she was special."

Lee, Ben, Christa, Molly and Chuck all acknowledge a moment of silence to remember her. Sarita holds his hand tighter. "Well.. long day tomorrow. One long day."

Relationships (Lee)

Clementine: 15/15

Carley: 15/15

Christa: 12/15 (You've restored some faith within her)

Molly: 14/15 (She knew you weren't completely gone. She's glad to have you back)

Chuck: 15/15 (He's proud of your decision)

Kenny: 7/15 (A huge step in the right direction, Kenny is willing to trust you again if you continue to make the right decisions)

Ben: 13/15 (He trusted you before, and he trusts you even more now)

Duck: 7/15

Walter: 5/15 (You still have much to prove, but he trusts you a bit more now)

Sarita: 6/15 (She sees that you're willing to change)

Luke: 13/15 (He's happy you saw the right choice and eagerly awaits getting everyone safely removed from the premises)

Pete: 14/15 (He always knew you were a competent leader. He hopes whatever plan they come up with next is a good one)

Nick: 13/15 (He agrees with your choice and is especially happy that you kind of helped hook him and Molly up)

Carlos: 9/15 (He wants to get himself, his loved ones and his daughter out of here before it's too late. He knows you're smart, he just hopes you can make the right choice)

Sarah: 6/15 (She wants to go back to the cabin, where they were safe)

Alvin: 14/15 (He knows it was probably hard to choose, but he's very grateful you're cooperating)

Rebecca: 14/15 (See Alvin's reason)

Danny: 5/15 (He has mixed feelings about what you're doing. Either way, not like he can say anything)

Bonnie: 7/15

Carver: 8/15

Tavia: 6/15

Stan: 6/15

Shel: 6/15

Johnny: 6/15

Shawn: 7/15

Troy: 5/15

Justin: 6/15

Wyatt: 5/10

Eddie: 5/10

Shel: 5/10

Becca: 6/15

Sam: 8/15

Clementine sits on the edge of her bed, barely able to look up from the floor. She doesn't hear anyone or anything but the screams of agony from her childhood friend getting beaten down because of her. Everyone else is either getting ready in the bathroom or eating their dinner, but Clem outright rejects food. Carley enters, carried by the arm by Bonnie. The two smile at her.

"Hey, Clem. You okay?" Carley greets, immediately noticing something was wrong with her.

"H-huh?" Clem jolts up, looking down at them. They notice the blood on her hands and coat immediately. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"What happened to you?" Bonnie asks.

"Clem? Are you hurt?" Carley questions. Clem shakes her head.

"No, not really, I.. I don't wanna talk about it."

Bonnie approaches, standing in front of her. "I heard about Duck.. does it have anything to do with that?"

Carley puts a hand on her shoulder." Bonnie, not now. How about you take a bath and collect your thoughts? We can talk about it in the morning. Okay, hun?"

"Okay.."

"Come here." Clem jumps down hesitantly before melting into Carley's arms. She wraps her own around her waist and buries her cheek into her chest, sighing softly. A few tears escape and now she's stuck there, weeping. "Shh.. I know, I know.. Bonnie, warm up a bath for her, will you?" The ex reporter requests, looking up at her. Her eyes look guiltier than sin.

"Sure, yeah. Come on, darling." Bonnie says, beginning to walk towards the bathroom.

"Wait.. just.. Wait." Clem mutters, shuddering in Carley's arms. Bonnie stops and nods, waiting with her hand holding her arm. As Clementine lets it all out, Wyatt leaves the bathroom and abruptly stops, noticing the air of the situation. He sighs and walks out of the room.

A few minutes later, Clementine gets some privacy in the bathroom, immersing herself completely in the shabby bathtub. It was actually really clean and seemed to work just like a regular tub. It made her incredibly nostalgic, the times her parents used to bathe her or get her new rubber ducky toys flooding her mind.

Rubber Ducky's.

"STOP!"

She clutches her aching temples and closes her eyes, hissing. "Shit! Just stop!" She whispers to herself, gritting her teeth desperately as she tries to forget the memory.

When she exits the bathroom, she finds most of the elites are already asleep. Becca stands in front of the bathroom door with a towel and a fresh change of clothes, facing her for the first time since this morning. She bites her lip before exchanging a few words. "I'm sorry about last night."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's nothing. I'm used to it." Clem replies, scratching her wet hair under her hat. Becca moves her foot around the floor nervously.

"Well, I'm sorry anyways. I thought you were gonna be annoying, like Sarah. You're kinda cool, in a way."

"I guess." She replies with a shrug. The whole air around this conversation felt forced, but she wasn't going to shut her down after she apologized.

"I talked to Lee, your friend. He.. made you seem cool. You're like me, someone who had to survive with a loved one in shitty circumstances, and yet beat all the odds. I respect that." Becca says.

"I guess so. We should talk more some other time. I'm kind of tired." Clem replies. Becca looks down briefly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Uh, Wyatt wanted to see you outside." She explains, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Outside?" Clem asks, unsure of how to get there or if that was allowed.

"Just exit through here and go through the employees only door. It leads to the old smoking area they had before all this happened." She waves her arm around, referring to the end of the world. Then she starts walking toward the door.

"It's Becca, right?" Clem asks, looking back at her. Becca opens the door.

"Yep."

"Thanks. Your apology is accepted."

She nods, still not facing her. "It's nothing." Then she heads inside and closes the door. Clem follows her directions, finding her way outside. The fog the walkers kick up immediately reminds her of the trek out of Savannah. She spots Wyatt and Eddie leaning on the fence, whispering about something. Wyatt notices her.

"Hey, kid! You got Becca's message I see. Sorry about making you talk to her, I know how she can be." The dorkish hipster apologizes. The door behind Clem closes shut with a click.

"It's okay, we had a good talk. I think we're friend-ish now. What is it you guys wanted?" Clem asks.

"Oh, cool! I just.. Well, we saw how bad you were earlier." Wyatt explains.

"..and we were concerned." Eddie finishes.

Clem motions for them to stop. "I'm really not in the mood to talk about my feelings right now, guys. Sorry."

Wyatt holds his hands out. "That's fine. Us either. We don't usually talk about our feelings in the presence of others. It can be.. Difficult, for sure."

Eddie continues. "So, we wanted to offer an alternate way to clear your head and feel better. I dunno what happened to make you so shaken up, but whatever it is got you good. You look like hell."

"Even after the bath?" She asks rhetorically.

"No amount of cleaning can wipe out trauma, dude. Trust." Eddie replies, folding his arms sadly.

Wyatt proceeds. "We have something that can chill you out and help you sleep tonight guilt free. Only problem is.. It's kinda contraband. You can't tell Bill we have this stuff, or anyone."

"What is it?" Clem asks. Wyatt and Eddie look at each other apprehensive before Eddie takes out a baggie with a blunt in it.

"It's uh.. Smoke. Well, really it's weed. Marijuana. Sticky. Mary Jane."

"Eddie."

"Wyatt, hold on. Bud. Plant. Pot-"

"I know what it is." Clem says dryly.

"You do?" Eddie asks with a suspicious eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, a cigarette, right?" She guesses. Wyatt shakes his head.

"Uh.. no. We don't smoke cigarettes."

"Then what is it?" She asks impatiently.

"It's a medicinal plant. Used to be illegal before the end of the world, but it was unjust as hell. It calms down your anxieties and makes you feel more chill." Eddie answers.

She chews on her bottom lip, kind of grossed out by the cigarette-esque appearance. She always thought smoking was gross. "You said it makes me feel better?"

"It will. It'll make you trip though, which is why as soon as you smoke some, you need to go to bed. But yeah, it'll calm you down. Are you.. Okay with this?" Wyatt questions, taking the baggie from Eddie and unzipping it, holding it out for her.

"Obviously if not that's perfectly fine! We're not forcing you. But it's heavily recommended. Just.. don't tell on us, please." Eddie pleads, standing on his heels. Clem looks at the baggie and briefly reimagines the scene with Duck, all the blood and the crying and how embarrassing it was to rely on Carley's comfort in front of Bonnie. Would it be all that bad?

Choices

A: Take a hit

B: Decline

Relationships

Lee: 15/15

Carley: 15/15

Christa: 12/15

Molly: 15/15

Chuck: 15/15

Kenny: 11/15 (He knows you were the one who beat on Duck, but also knows you had no choice. He feels nothing but sympathy)

Duck: 6/15 (Duck doesn't feel as sympathetic as his dad)

Ben: 15/15

Walter: 7/15

Sarita: 8/15

Luke: 14/15

Pete: 14/15

Nick: 11/15

Carlos: 11/15

Sarah: 10/15 (She's confused as to why you hurt Duck)

Alvin: 10/15

Rebecca: 11/15

Carver: 11/15 (He's proud of you, he trusts you more than he trusts Lee.)

Tavia: 7/15

Stan: 5/15

Shel: 6/15

Becca: 6/15 (She's willing to give you a chance here)

Bonnie: 8/15 (Bonnie feels even worse for you, knowing what you had to go through. Maybe Bill is as villainous as Luke always said)

Johnny: 5/15

Shawn: 8/15 (He feels incredibly sorry for you)

Wyatt: 7/10 (He's just as guilty as people like Shawn and Bonnie. He hates seeing people get abused by Bill. It may be possible to get him off of Bill's side, if that's something you want to explore)

Eddie: 7/10 (See Wyatt's reason)

Troy: 3/15

Justin: 7/15

Danny: 6/10

Sam: 8/15 (He feels Bill's trust in you)