She ends up thinking that yeah, it'd be pretty gross and shakes her head no. "I think I'm okay."
Wyatt puts his hands up while Eddie puts the blunt back in the baggie, and in turn back into his pocket. "No problem. Just be careful, dude. Find something to let all that pent up energy out."
"I'll try." Clem says, heading for the door. On her way Shel opens the door and sees all three of them together, raising a brow.
"You guys are up late. What's going on?" She asks, clearly suspicious of the two stoners.
Eddie explains. "Just getting some air. Clem was shaken up from that whole Reggie situation and, well here we are."
Shel sighs sorrowly, getting down to Clem's level. "Sorry about that, kid. That couldn't have been easy to see. You should head to bed before lights out. I need to talk to these two knuckleheads." She stands back up.
"About what?" Eddie asks nervously.
Shel rolls her eyes. "Nothing, really. You're not in trouble, I assure you." Clem heads out the door, closing it behind her as Shel wishes her "Goodnight."
In bed, Clementine tries to get to bed as quickly as possible. She ends up staying awake for an hour. All she can do is think about that hammer. Of course, she does eventually get to bed. She ends up coping with what happened by remembering how strong she was when she shot the stranger, or when she stabbed the bandit who killed Omid with Hilda, bludgeoning him to death without a second thought. She could get over this. It's not like she killed Duck, he's still alive. This way of thinking eases her slightly and helps her fall unconscious.
Underneath a tent, Clementine wakes up. It's morning, the sun is out and snow pelts the ground slowly. There's a fire outside, illuminating Chuck's figure as he plays guitar on his seat. He waves to her upon noticing her eyes opening awake. She climbs out of the tent, standing up.
"Mornin, kid." He greets. Next to him is Omid, Christa and Molly, while Lee and Carley stand behind them.
"Merry Christmas, Clementine!" Lee whimsically exclaims, a big smile on everyone's faces.
"It's.. Christmas?" A ten year old Clem questions groggily.
"It sure is! Do you want breakfast first, or do you want to open your gifts?" Carley replies, chipper.
"I have gifts?!"
"You have gifts." Christa confirms with a nod.
"Open your gifts first!" Omid exclaims.
"Hell yeah! Open mine first specifically." Molly adds.
"Hey!" Omid grumbles, getting a chuckle from his lover.
"Here, sweetpea, eat up first." Lee hands a plate of food to Clem, sitting down across from her. It's standard venison, though the presentation looks a little better, a leaf or two on the side. She looks up at him.
"Thank you." She says sweetly.
"Enjoy it. You deserve it." He replies, beginning to eat along with her.
Chuck hands the first present to Clem. "Ain't no reason why you can't eat and unwrap. Go on then, honey."
"Thank you, Chuck!" She chirps between mouthfuls of dry meat, unwrapping the first small present. It turned out to be an MP3 player. "Woah.. does it still work?"
"It actually does. Carley found some batteries, so they got a bit of juice left if you wanna play some music." Chuck answers.
"It was nothing." Carley brushes her hand.
"Why don't you play something for Omid Jr?" Omid asks.
Christa deadpans. "We are not going with that name. Play something for you, Clementine. It's alright."
Everyone looks at her, waiting with warm smiles and relaxed shoulders. They all look so happy. She looks down and looks up a particular song.
"My parents always loved this one."
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Relationships
Lee: 15/15
Carley: 15/15
Christa: 12/15
Molly: 15/15
Chuck: 15/15
Kenny: 11/15
Duck: 6/15
Ben: 15/15
Walter: 7/15
Sarita: 8/15
Luke: 14/15
Pete: 14/15
Nick: 11/15
Carlos: 11/15
Sarah: 10/15
Alvin: 10/15
Rebecca: 11/15
Carver: 11/15
Tavia: 7/15
Stan: 5/15
Shel: 7/15 (She's sympathetic over your plight)
Becca: 6/15
Bonnie: 8/15
Johnny: 5/15
Shawn: 8/15
Wyatt: 7/10 (He understands your decision and isn't scared of you. He's more scared for you)
Eddie: 7/10 (Eddie understands your choice, though he's a bit paranoid you're gonna narc)
Troy: 3/15
Justin: 7/15
Danny: 6/10
Sam: 8/15
"Pst, Lee.. wake up."
"..ah.. Hm?" Lee grumbles, instinctively backing away and gasping upon seeing a figure towering over him. It's early.. Still dark out. The moon is gone from the sky and birds can be heard chirping, but it's not day time just yet. He blinks a few times and sees Shawn, who looks concerned. "Shawn..? What time is it?" He checks his watch. Still broken.
"It's still morning. Come on, Bill says he needs to see you in his office." Shawn answers.
"For what?" Lee asks.
Shawn looks away. "I.. don't know."
"That doesn't sound good."
He looks back at Lee and shrugs. "Who knows? Maybe he's promoting you."
"You don't sound very confident." He sits up, kind of worried himself.
"..You know why, right?" Shawn looks back at Duck, the boy sleeping out in the open with his hand bandaged up, covered in blood. Lee follows his eyes.
"I do."
"Come on, making him wait will only make him angrier. Or make him angry. I actually don't know why he wants you this early."
"Alright, I'm coming." Lee slowly stands up, noticing that Molly's eyes are wide open as he does. It might be a good idea to grab one of the walkie talkies from her now, instead of later. He crouches by her side, pretending to check on her. Shawn raises a brow. "I need a walkie, now."
Wordlessly, she hands it over as quietly as possible. Lee puts it in his pocket, tucked away safe, before standing up and nodding at Shawn. "Let's go." Shawn orders.
Walking outside the pen at this time of day was different. Nobody was about, no work was being done, it was dim and the sound of a horde stomping toward the store was the only real sound to be heard, outside of four footsteps. Lee shook off an uneasy feeling in his shoulders from the noise and followed Shawn up to Bill's office. Shawn knocks on the door. "He's here, boss."
There's a beat before his voice booms back. "Let him in."
Shawn opens the door and gestures for Lee to go in before him. He follows his order, on guard. The farm boy looks at his boss for further instruction. "You can go. Go check on that child I punished."
"..Yes sir." Shawn leaves, closing the door behind him. Lee goes to take a seat across from Bill at his desk.
"How'd you sleep last night?" Bill asks civilly, chewing on an apple.
"Quite well, for once. You?" Lee replies.
"I don't sleep much." He says nonchalantly.
"What's that?" Lee asks in disbelief.
"I didn't sleep last night. I get maybe.. Two hours every day?" Bill reveals.
"Damn. This all has that bad an effect on you?"
"Oh no, I've been sleeping like that my whole life. I like being aware of what's going on at all times. I was the first to find out my wife was pregnant, and the first to find out she and our child were dead. I'm always awake to my surroundings. That's how I noticed you and Carley, and Clementine."
Lee shakes his head. "We need to talk about yesterday. I heard what you made her do."
Carver points. "I didn't make her do it. She could have swung at me, left the room, cried like a baby in place, but no. You've got a tough girl, Lee, and the option she chose proved that. She was tough but fair, perhaps even lenient with his sentencing."
"Just don't make her do something like that so suddenly. Ease her into it, at least." He doesn't ask, he demands it to be so. Carver can feel this and sighs.
"..I'll consider it. Hopefully that won't have to happen again. How is the boy, anyway?"
"Not good, but not fatal. He'll be fine. I think he's.. Worse on the inside." Lee answers sympathetically.
"Aren't we all?" Bill's voice holds some malice. Lee looks away before changing the subject.
"What did you want?"
Bill leans forward."You're a smart man, surrounded by ignorant people. I know you have the capacity to be a leader, now I want you to show me that potential." He stands up, walking towards the window. "Join me." Lee stands up and walks up to Carver, standing next to him. "It's early. We've got lots to do. That herd is on its way, no doubt about it. Chances are, it hits us tonight. We have to be ready for it. I want you to schedule everyone's jobs today." He walks back to his desk and opens a drawer containing a pocket pistol and a notebook. He skims through the pages before tearing one out. He takes a pen out of his pocket and slaps it down onto the desk with the paper, then puts the notebook away.
He pulls his seat out and gestures to Lee to take it. He slowly accepts, sitting down. He feels powerful. It's a scary feeling, but an exciting one too. He takes the pen off the desk while Carver puts the paper on a clipboard to keep it steady. "I know it's hard to write with one hand. Go on, I'll leave the room and come back when you're done choosing."
"What are the jobs available for people to do?"
Bill starts pacing around, thinking off the top of his head. "There's planting, where our crops are planted and grown out on the roof. Typically a two man job. There's the ER, where people who've been injured are tended to and medicine is recounted to make sure nobody's stolen. We still need to fortify what's been done of the expansion so no walkers can get in or destroy it, so we'll need at least three people on that, and someone with a gun to stop people from leaving, preferably Troy or Tavia. We'll need one person on magazine duty, at the very least, since we'll have to reload before the walkers get here, unless we don't want to defend ourselves, we'll need a team of three keeping watch for the herd, one or two people cleaning up the place, two or more people on kitchen duty and you and Clementine watching over them all."
"Me and Clementine?" He asks.
"Would have included Carley, but taking out two people from working is more than enough. I'll shadow you all day. If you do good, I'll consider making you an elite by tomorrow, maybe Carley and Clementine too." Carver answers.
"As for the rest of my people?" Lee questions with a raised eyebrow.
"They'll earn their ways back. Not all of them have earned my trust yet." Carver says, folding his arms.
"Fine. Let me get started then." Lee grunts, grabbing his pen.
"Good luck. I'll be back soon." Carver leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Sighing, Lee looked over the paper and started writing down categories for each job, followed by blank lines to represent survivors.
You need to give all 31 group members a job that will work well with them. There isn't much time before the herd gets here, so consider your teams carefully, as it could mean life or death, and may very well influence your place in Carver's camp.
Planting: 4 spots available
Doctors/Nurses: 4 spots available
Fortifying the expansion: 7 spots available
Loading Magazines: 3 spots available
Keeping watch outside: 7 spots available
Cleaning: 3 spots available
Cooking: 3 spots available
Group Members:
Carley, Christa, Chuck, Molly, Jane, Mike, Luke, Nick, Pete, Carlos, Sarah, Rebecca, Alvin, Danny, Justin, Becca, Shel, Eddie, Wyatt, Bonnie, Ben, Walter, Sarita, Kenny, Duck, Johnny, Shawn, Troy, Tavia, Tisha and Stan.
Make sure to include every job and character in your review. For each character, whoever gets the most votes to go to a specific job will go to that job.