"Hey! In case you two forgot, you have jobs to do. I'm not gonna stand here and let either of you tear down this camp. You think you're an adult, you little brat? Start acting like one! Clementine, I expected more maturity out of you."

"But, Lee-"

"That's enough. Now, Ken, Jr., get the fuck back to work before I break the other one. You understand me?!" Lee stomps his foot down, leering over the boy. Ken, Jr. takes a few steps forward, raising his fist to punch Lee, only for Sarita to pull him back by the shoulder.

"Stop! We're.. working. " Sarita snaps, looking up at Lee with the most disappointed glare. "You are not to be trusted, Lee. Kenny said you were a good man once. I hope that was true. Stay away from us." She brings her step-son into her arms and rubs his back, but he shrugs her off and walks away towards the pen. Before Lee can stop him or say anything…

"Lee! Get over here, right now!" Carver's gravely voice demands as he holds onto his radio, more rushed than angry. Lee and Clem don't look at each other as they run towards him.

"What is it?" Clem asks.

"There's a situation down in the kitchen. Johnny called, said he's choking. I think it's your man." He explains hurriedly, arms folded. Lee immediately thinks of Walter, sighing.

"Ah, fuck. Let's go." He starts jogging towards the kitchen.

"Wait!" Carver grabs his wrist, pulls his gun out from his pocket and puts it in Lee's grip. He looks into his eyes and nods. "I trust you to make the right call."

He looks down at the revolver, then back up at Carver. "Thanks, Bill."

"Let's go, come on." The dictator instructs, leading the way to the kitchen. Upon reaching it, they find Johnny on the tile floor, gurgling on spit as it pours down his lips, a green liquid emerging from his chin. A bottle of rat poison sits on the counter, and just in front of it is Christa looking disheveled and Walter with Johnny's assault rifle, aiming at Carver. Lee and Clementine come out from behind him, but Lee forces Clem to stay behind him with his nub.

Lee aims at Walter. "Walt, what happened here?"

"Take a wild guess, Lee. I'm a cook, not a fighter." His arms shake uncontrollably, the gun shaking with them. Bill looks down at his man's body and closes his eyes, taking a long, deep breath before opening them again.

"So, he's going to die then?"

"Worse. He's going to turn. And he won't be the last. No. The rest of you evil fuckers are going to turn right along with him. I'll make sure of that."

"Walter, put down the gun. You're going to get yourself killed."

Walter trembles, his voice breaking. "You.. you really think I want to live? Tell me something, Lee.. how would you react if Carley was shot and killed in front of you without a second thought?" Lee tries to think about it, looking away with a face that admits defeat. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

Clem takes a step forward, stuttering out a response. "Matthew wouldn't have wanted you to-"

"Matthew wouldn't have wanted any of this! He didn't want to die, he didn't want to be put into a concentration camp that promotes safety whilst killing several people in the process." Walter barks back, jerking the gun.

Bill chuckles. "Concentration camp, that's rich."

Walter seethes, gritting his teeth. "Delusional. You don't even suffer from your mental illness, you don't even realize you have it. You're a psychopath. You don't want safety, you want to control people, watch them run around, their lives in your hands. You want to watch the world burn, this, this.. apocalypse, this is just what you needed in order to enact your fantasy of a Carver-run world!"

He looks over at Lee and Clem and shakes his head. "Can you believe this guy? You just don't understand, do ya? You want me to let you out with a herd out there? You'll die worse and quicker out there than you will in here. But I guess you must have a death wish."

"Yeah, I do. And I'm taking you with me." Walt takes a few steps forward, aiming down the sights. Carver mimics him, his hands by his sides casually.

"No, you won't. You're soft. You need folks like me. Folks who can protect you from the big, bad world. Because here you are, desperately groveling, shaking because you're too weak to take a life, even that of someone who 'killed' your little boyfriend. You don't even know how to use that thing."

Walter doesn't speak for a while, breathing heavily to calm his nerves, until the gun stops shaking and his hands have steadied. "Maybe I don't. But I'm about to find out how to-"

BANG!

Lee pulls the trigger, the bullet flies into Walter's gun and catapults it right back into his arm, spraining it and causing the weapon to be thrown out of his hands and onto the floor several feet away from him. Walt lands on his back, gasping from the pain as he clutches his arm. Clem and Carver look at where the bullet came from, watching the smoke rise from the revolver. Christa squeezes her fists and stays in the corner, playing it smart and staying out of it.

Carver walks forward as Walt starts crawling towards the gun. Lee aims at the injured man. Clem stands next to Lee, scared of what Carver's going to make her do. He stomps on Walt's back. "AH! Mgh..! Fuck you..!" Carver picks him up by his sprained arm and throws him down on his knees, another pained groan escaping him. Bill puts his foot down on his calf and grabs his arms, binding his wrists. He can't move at all now. Carver motions for Lee and Clem to come closer.

He turns to Christa behind him. "We'll deal with you in a second. For now, stay there or else your childs not going to see the light of day." Chrisa complies, looking at Lee for help.

"Just stay there." He says. She hugs herself and looks down to avoid watching the scene. Lee aims at Walter. "What do you want to-"

"You're the leader for today. You choose." Bill demands coldly, looking into his eyes. Lee's eyes go wide as he looks down at Walter.

"Oh, uh.."

"Yeah, go ahead, Lee. Kill me. Isn't that what you've wanted to do since we got here? You like this just as much as he does." Lee doesn't say anything, suddenly disassociating as old wounds reopen and Walter's face goes red. "Just fucking shoot me. I don't deserve to live under your superior race, clearly. Just know this: the world isn't over, yet. You'll all die out, but those who are good hearted, those that are still human, the few and the hopeful? They'll live on. Clementine's one of them. She'll watch you die, and.. Well, hopefully it'll teach her a thing or two about what she can do for the world, instead of corrupting her further, like this psycho fucks committed to doing."

"I'm not committed to ruining anyone, old man. I'm committed to saving everyone here. Lee knows that, Clementine knows that, the others will learn that. People like Reggie had to die so that people like Kenneth and Bonnie could live. The strong, the altruistic, those who know how to survive and prosper even in these dire situations. Softening up for a better world? Please. That's how we fall. We become easy pickings soft. How do you think I got Howe's in the first place? You really think I was the first one to own it? I took over, I reaped the rewards from those who would have died anyways due to their nature, and now people who deserve to live, are alive. You deserve to die, Walter."

"Can't we just.. Let him go?" Clem questions.

"...No, we can't. He could attack us, if he makes it that is. He has to die now." Bill answers.

Lee takes another step forward, clicking the safety off the gun.

Choices

A: Shoot Walter

B: I can't do this

C: Give him another chance

D: Shoot Carver

Relationships

Clementine: 12/15 (She's frustrated that you're still treating her like a kid. She thought you trusted her enough to fight her own battles, or at least sided with her. She isn't sure what to think anymore)

Carley: 14/15

Christa: 12/15 (Frankly, she's just scared of whatever happens to her because of this. She doesn't care what happens to Walter)

Molly: 15/15

Chuck: 15/15

Kenny: 7/15

Ben: 13/15

Duck: 2/15 (He definitely doesn't like you anymore)

Walter: 0/15 (He wants you to die, and wants you to kill him)

Sarita: 2/15 (She's given up on trying to understand with you. She hates you)

Luke: 13/15

Pete: 14/15

Nick: 14/15

Carlos: 10/15

Sarah: 8/15

Alvin: 14/15

Rebecca: 14/15

Mike: 6/10

Jane: 6/10

Danny: 5/15

Bonnie: 7/15 (She's close to trusting you to help with your plans)

Carver: 11/15 (You did a good job in his eyes with the Clem v Duck fight. Now he needs you to make the right call)

Tavia: 6/15 (She doesn't trust you or Clem enough yet to help with any plan)

Stan: 7/15 (He doesn't trust you enough yet to help with any plan)

Johnny: 6/15 (He doesn't trust you or Clem enough to help with any plan)

Shawn: 8/15 (He owes you in his mind, so he might help you with any plan)

Troy: 5/15 (He certainly doesn't like or trust you)

Justin: 5/15 (He doesn't trust you or Clem enough yet to help you with any plan)

Wyatt: 5/10 (He doesn't trust you or Clem enough to go along with any plan you have)

Eddie: 6/10 (He doesn't trust you or Clem enough to go along with any plan you have)

Shel: 7/10 (She doesn't trust you enough yet to help you with any plan)

Becca: 7/15 (She doesn't trust you enough yet to help you with any plan)

Sam: 9/15