Lee carefully considers everyone he knows, doesn't know and barely knows. After a few minutes of thinking, he writes out everyone's jobs.
Planting: Molly, Jane, Becca, Shel
Doctors: Carlos, Shawn, Sarah, Nick
Fortifications: Kenny, Luke, Ben, Alvin, Troy, Mike, Justin
Magazines: Pete, Rebecca, Bonnie
Watch: Carley, Chuck, Tavia, Danny, Stan, Eddie, Tisha
Cleaning: Duck, Sarita, Wyatt
Cooking: Walter, Christa, Johnny
He sighs, feeling sweat creep down his brow as he looks down at his choices. In his mind, he thinks this is the best possible solution, there's no way he could do better with what he's been given. His eyes slowly drift as he waits for Carver, landing on the desk drawer, the origin of this little piece of paper. Inside.. Wasn't there a gun?
Lee tucks the walkie talkie further down his pocket anxiously before grabbing the handle of the drawer. He looks up to see if Bill's coming in anytime soon, but not a creak alerts him to anyone's presence. He looks back down and slowly opens the drawer. There it is, a pocket pistol with his name on it. He looks at Sam, who sits obediently while on his leash, looking at Lee as he ponders on whether or not to steal the weapon or leave it be.
Choices
A: Take the gun
B: Leave it be
Relationships
Clementine: 15/15
Carley: 15/15
Christa: 12/15
Molly: 14/15
Chuck: 15/15
Kenny: 7/15
Ben: 13/15
Duck: 7/15
Walter: 5/15
Sarita: 6/15
Luke: 13/15
Pete: 14/15
Nick: 13/15
Carlos: 9/15
Sarah: 6/15
Alvin: 14/15
Rebecca: 14/15
Danny: 5/15
Bonnie: 7/15
Carver: 8/15 (He seems more buddy-buddy with you than usual. Has he warmed up to you?)
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 (He's warmed up to you, but he's ultimately only warmed up to you because of your closeness to Carver)