"No way I'm letting you two go down to the armory, and I'm not sure I can even trust you to find your friends in your states. Luke, wanna come down with me and find these guys?" Lee asks.

"Sure. We could certainly use the weapons." Luke answers, walking toward the conversation.

"Good call. And thank you. They don't deserve to die." Wyatt says.

"Of course." Lee and Luke head to the door, but stop and turn around to look at the disheartened, discouraged and destitute group. "Listen up everyone," He starts, grabbing their attention. "Today we've suffered great losses. Sarah, Duck, Charles, Walter, Tavia, Alvin, Christa, Bonnie, Mike. These people either gave their lives for our cause or senselessly died in other ways." He clears his throat, looking at Carley for support. She gives a smile that tells him to continue.

"We won't let their deaths be for nothing. We will survive this herd. To do so, we need to remain rested and alert. So here's the plan: we'll sleep in shifts, whoever's on watch has to patrol the roof and door, answering it only if you know for sure Luke or myself are behind it. We're going downstairs to get some weapons to fight the herd in case they get in so we can kill 'em off in the morning, and to save some of the folks we tied up. We'll start with Nick and Pete on watch and go down the list until everyone's gone once. Any questions?"

"None from me. Just go and do what's right, man." Nick says, stepping up. Molly smirks at him, then goes back to brooding.

"Good. Let's go." Lee turns around with Luke, leaving downstairs.

The door opens, and now the hallway is barron. Voices discussing can still be heard muffled behind the walls, but not a soul can be caught in the open. "Creepy." Lee comments under his breath.

"You could say that again. I don't feel good." Luke replies.

"I'm sorry for your losses. It couldn't have been any easier for you to lose Alvin and Sarah today than my group losing Christa and Chuck." Lee says.

"No.. can't say it is. I don't wanna think about it, actually. Sorry, just… I start blamin' myself, y'know." Luke mutters, a massive pit in his stomach.

"There's nobody to blame but me and Carver. Those were my plans. Those were his actions." Lee says, a hint of anger at both himself and Bill in his voice.

Luke shakes his head. "I can't help but think it is my fault either way. I gotta live with it. I know you're trying to help, but it's just not that easy for me."

"I understand."

Luke turns to Lee as they round the corner. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just trying not to focus too hard on it. We just gotta get through this." Lee speaks determinately, looking straight ahead. Luke changes the subject.

"So.. have any thoughts about, er, Jane?"

Lee looks at Luke with a raised brow. "Jane? Oh, she's fine, I guess. A little too quiet, but she seems like a good person, beneath all the grime."

"Yeah.. she does. I'm just thinking.. It's gonna be difficult siding with everyone, as a leader I mean. We should be mindful of everyone's problems while transitioning from Bill to you. And maybe consider more than just you when creating a leadership role."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Carver had a council. As unfair a council it was, he did have one. Maybe you should do the same. People like Stan, Pete and myself know how to lead a group just as much as you do. You'll need all the help you can get."

"I'll think about it. It's not a bad idea." Lee replies earnestly. Luke looks back behind his shoulder, the assault rifle in his hands.

"Man, I miss my machete."

"That thing is pretty cool. Where'd you get it?" Lee asks with an amused smile.

"Bought it before Nick and I's company opened up. I used it to cut the ribbon on the door opening day. Kept it ever since. It was stupid, but I miss it. Celebration, I mean."

"Maybe we should have a party, after Rebecca has her baby and everyone's in a better mood."

"I'd like that. I think everyone would." Luke says with a light smile as they descend down the stairs that lead to Carver's office.

The sound of hundreds of hands bashing on the stockroom garage door alerts them to how little time they have. "Okay, you hit the armory, I'll find Tisha and Justin." Lee declares.

"On it!" Luke replies, running towards the armory. Lee rushes towards the stockroom, tripping over Bill's unconscious body on his way. He slowly stands back up and looks down at his messy face, cringing at the gruesome sight.

"Jesus fuck, Kenny…"

"Mm! MGH!" Muffled cursing can be heard around the corner. Lee finds the source after a few seconds of searching, it's Tisha! He grabs her by the arms and stands her up, taking her gun off of her and back into his pocket before taking her gag off. "AH! YOU! YOU KILLED US ALL, IDIOTA!"

"Calm down! I'm here to save you. The walkers are getting in, hurry upstairs to wherever you normally sleep and settle in there, or meet us up on the roof! I'll explain everything in the morning!" Lee points up at the stairs, removing her binds.

"Like hell you will! You're a murderer! You killed us all!" She yaps, pushing him away.

"Just go, lady!" This time she listens, running upstairs. Lee sighs and begins running himself, only for the garage door to fall down just as he's getting away, trapping him to the ground by his ankles. Walkers crawl inside one by one, terrifying Lee as he tries to crawl out from underneath the door.

"AH! H-HELP!" He screams, trying his hardest to scramble out.

"Lee! Hold on!" Luke runs towards the commotion, assault rifle in hand and unloads on the horde crawling inside, destroying at least twenty walkers in the span of six seconds. He then sprints towards Lee and pulls him out beneath the rubble, helping him up.

"You saved my ass! Thank you." He exhales.

"Don't thank me yet. Go get Justin, I'm not done collecting. Hurry!" Luke hollers, running back to the armory backwards, still firing at the herd. Lee looks back at the herd, noticing just how overwhelming it is and decides to make a choice.

Choices

A: Help Luke in the armory, abandon Justin.

B: Save Justin.

C: Abandon both Luke and Justin.

Relationships

Clementine: 15/15

Carley: 15/15 (And once again you prove yourself to be the leader the group needs)

Molly: 15/15

Kenny: 5/15

Ben: 13/15

Sarita: 7/15

Luke: 14/15 (He doesn't really need your help in the armory. He's glad you dragged him along)

Pete: 15/15 (See Carley's reason)

Nick: 15/15 (Nick likes feeling useful)

Carlos: 13/15

Rebecca: 12/15

Jane: 7/15

Danny: 9/15 (He's very grateful you're saving Justin and Tisha for him)

Stan: 7/15 (Maybe you really are selfless)

Shawn: 9/15

Justin: 3/15

Wyatt: 6/15 (He thinks you're heroic for going down voluntarily to save Justin and Triss)

Eddie: 8/15 (He trusts you, if you come back with Justin and Tisha)

Shel: 9/15

Becca: 9/15

Tisha: 5/10 (You did save her life, but she doesn't trust you at all)