"We need to go looking for Bonnie. It's been too long." Carley decides, holding onto Shawn for support when she tries to limp forward. He nods.

"Should we split up?" He asks.

"No, stay together. It's too dangerous. Besides, we're already all uncoordinated." Carley replies.

"Okay. Let's head to the pen and see if they're there." Shel says, and with that they begin walking, slowly and casually to avoid suspicion. In Shawn's pocket is a binding and gag of his own, as well as a pistol in his holster that he didn't tell Bonnie about. Shel had left her guns in the armory for the night, so she's unarmed, same with Becca. Becca walks next to Clementine, both girls filled with anxiety.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot makes them twice as anxious.

"Kids, stay back!" Shel orders, standing in front of them with her arms outstretched.

"What was that?!" Becca questions. Carley and Shawn freeze.

"I dunno.. But we better go find out." Shawn replies, quickening his pace.

"Please." I sob, my vision blurry and blue, a pain worse than childbirth punching my heart every second I breathe through my lungs. The tears don't stop, the blood feels sticky on my thighs. I feel disgusting.

"Okay.. okay, Christa. I'll… I'll help you." Molly, that poor, stupid kid mutters back, her voice shaking. I can't make out whether or not she's crying, but I can't imagine the pain this resonates through her. At least she'll have Charles. At least she has Lee. That fucker. She raises her weapon in front of me. I watch it like a deer in headlights. "Goodbye.."

"Molly… Don't trust Lee. Please. Don't let him kill you, too." She doesn't respond, so I close my eyes and fist the arms of my chair, waiting for release. It comes swiftly enough, light flashing as a sharp pain exudes through my head, the sound of sharp metal pricking my skull and breaking my mind. Just as I pass, I can see him. Him and them. He's smiling at me, both of our babies cuddled up in his arms as he stares down adoringly from a baby blue stairway. A faint smile decorates my lips. It's over.

At least for me.

Molly loses her breath as the reality of her situation dawns on her; she killed Christa. She murdered a member of her family. She yanks Hilda out of her head, struggling until the woman topples to the floor, expressionless, blood from her cranium spilling onto the carpet next to Sam. She can't help herself anymore, bawling her eyes out as she falls to her knees, clutching tightly onto the handle of her pick as the tears drip down to her knees.

"Why!?" She yells hysterically, screaming into the ceiling with loud sobs of anguish. After a few seconds of grief, of loud, uncensored emotion, the sound of a muffled door opening and closing from above catches her throat. She swallows, looking up at the skylight. A few shadows appear over it, followed by some very hard to hear voices. One of them is distinctly Carver's.

Lee is ushered by Troy into the food court, held at gunpoint to his back. The barrel of his AK-47 is constantly brushing up against the history buff's back, reminding him of what his fate may soon be if nobody helps him. Luckily, Mike and Kenny should be in this room, though Lee doesn't see them. "Troy.. think about what you're doing. It doesn't have to end like this."

"Tch, you kidding? Bill oughta give me a raise for bringing a prize like you in, you crippled rat. Oh, speakin' of which.." Troy pulls out his walkie talkie, clicking the call button. Mike appears from behind a flipped table and charges in just as Troy utters the words "Hey, Bill-" The brown haired degenerate gets shoved against the wall, his assault rifle in between his hands and Mike's. Lee reaches for a gun in his pocket, but remembers that he doesn't have one. He looks around for a way to help without getting shot by that assault rifle they're wrestling over and notices Wyatt all tied up and gagged behind a table. As he turns back to run in and help Mike, Troy beats the brickhouse of a man back before firing a round into his eye, exploding the organ whilst also immediately killing Mike.

"No! Fuck!" Lee yells, stopping as soon as Mike hits the floor.

"Goddamnit! It's a fucking coup out here! How many more of your friends should I be expected to fight, huh? Who else is in on this?!" He stomps his foot petulantly, his brows pointed.

"Like hell I'd tell you. Go fuck yourself, you degenerative piece of filth." Lee dismisses, spitting directly on Troy's combat boots. The man laughs.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter too much. Whoever they are, they're fucked when they have to fight me. Go, speed walk or I'll shoot your legs and drag you forward." Troy orders, pulling his walkie out again whilst holding the rifle in his arm, his finger on the trigger, still aimed at Lee's back. He follows his orders after waiting an extra second for Kenny to make an appearance; he never does.

"Troy? What is it?" Carver asks over the radio.

"Sorry, had to put down ol' Michael. We got a coup, Lee's in on it. I'm bringing him to your office now."

"You're joking. Where's everyone else?!"

Troy smirks. "Well, Bonnie's dead. She was in on it too, so I put a bullet in her. Want me to check out the pen after dropping this asshole off? I'm sure he convinced the rest of his pals if Mike tried to kill me."

"No, I'll do it! You stay with him, tie him the hell up if you have to and wait for me to come back in, do you hear me?! This ends tonight!"

"Hear you loud and clear, boss. Over and out." Troy hangs up. Kenny watches the duo go, holding himself tightly until the coast is clear. He stands up when Troy is gone and tosses Wyatt into the kitchen before crouch-running towards the stockroom.

Shawn and Carley turn the corner first. Standing in the middle of the hall, looking around aimlessly is Bonnie, looking paler than usual. They notice the blood dripping down her stomach as soon as Shel, Clem and Becca turn the corner. "Oh my god.. Bonnie, are you shot?" Shawn passes Carley to Shel, running towards her.

"Shawn, wait!" Carley orders, holding her hand out, fearing the worst. Shawn puts a hand on Bonnie's shoulder.

"We're here! What happened? Where's Lee-"

"AUgh!" A southern walker growl erupts from her voice as she turns around and jumps on the farm boy, a scream emitting from his vocals as the orange haired undead version of his friend easily holds him down and bites his shoulder deeply. Clementine runs forward with Becca as voices climb over each other, the eleven year old kicking the walker Bonnie in the face to get her off Shawn, while the fourteen year old grabs Bonnie's dropped gun and points it at her face, firing once. Bonnie falls to the floor while Becca's body vibrates from the recoil of the weapon, it immediately drops onto the floor as she backs up into the supply closet door.

"Shawn! Are you okay?!" Clem questions, helping him up. He clutches his shoulder, gritting his teeth, a crimson fluid running down his hand.

"I-I'm fine.." He mutters, hissing in pain. Everyone looks at the area of injury with wide eyes.

Shel stutters. "You're bitten… T-that means-"

Shawn waves his hands. "Stop. Not now. Let's.. Let's focus on the task at hand."

Becca sighs. "They killed Bonnie. Who could have-"

Shawn and Shel's radios go off. "Troy? What is it?" Carver's voice questions.

"Sorry, had to put down ol' Michael. We got a coup, Lee's in on it. I'm bringing him to your office now." Troy replies over the radio. The group looks between each other.

"Lee! He's in trouble!"

"We need to save him. Shel, Carley and I will go to Carver's office. Shawn and Becca can go to the stockroom and protect whoever else is there."

"I don't think the escape plan is what we're going with anymore.."

"Well whatever it is, we should have someone waiting there. Shel, give me a boost."

"What about Becca? W-will you be okay?" Shel panically questions her sister.

"I'll be fine, go! If they get Lee, our plans are shot for sure. He's the one who knows it best, right? Maybe he can clarify what's happening next." Becca answers.

"O-okay.. Stay safe, Bec." Shel embraces her quickly before standing back up and picking up Bonnie's assault rifle.

"I will!.. You too." Becca nods at the others. Shawn leads her down to the stockroom as Clem, Carley and Shel leave for the office.

While Molly ponders what to do next, she decides to grab Carver's pocket pistol, pacing around the room. The sound of gunfire begins on the roof, maybe four rifles going off at the same time up there. She hears the sound of four footsteps quickly coming up to the door and decides she has to act quickly.

Choices

A: Hide under Carver's desk and wait to attack.

B: Hide behind the door and wait to attack.

C: Shoot at the door as soon as it opens and stand your ground.