Ultimately, Lee decides not to warn Danny. Sure, it was definitely sketchy how into Becca he was, but he didn't exactly have any proof that he was a predator, and telling Danny about his suspicions wouldn't do much outside of raising heads and stirring another panic. He approaches him anyway to talk, interrupting the argument between him and the others in Carver's Refugee group.

"I'll leave you to.. This." Justin says, walking away with Tisha, Wyatt and Eddie. Danny looks at Lee, dark rings around his eyes.

"What's up?"

Lee tries to ignore his gut screaming at him to let out what he knows. "You uh… you gonna be able to pull your weight around here?"

"Sure, man, of course… If I even stay." He mutters. Lee catches it though, surprised.

"You're thinking of leaving? After all that?"

"Well, I don't wanna leave, but.." Danny turns to Justin and the others talking behind his back, angry. "Wyatt, Eddie and Tisha, they want me to leave."

"I can see why."

"Yeah, it doesn't help that I betrayed both parties in the situation. It just sucks. I really wanted to stick around, you know? I got a lot of love for these people, and.. I'm really scared of what's out there."

Lee twitches. "We'll, uh, figure it out tomorrow."

Danny worries, reaching out. "Lee, is something on your mind? You seem a little… Tense."

Lee takes a step back, getting the heebie-jeebies as he raises a hand in defense. "I was almost killed down there! Of course I'm tense!" He raises his voice. Danny back down.

"Okay, okay, sorry.."

Lee shakes his head, walking away. "I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, later…" Danny sighs, walking towards an isolated corner of the rooftop. Becca notices how sad he is and tells Shel she's gonna go check on him, leaving to do so. Shel watches them, but doesn't hear them, too tired to follow her little sister. Lee walks up to her.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He greets, looking down at her in her lawn chair.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just tired. It's been a long day and I've got quite a lot on my mind."

"We all do. I understand."

"Yeah.. I need some sleep like you need a new arm." She wisecracks, smirking.

"Heh, damn right." Lee smirks back, though it doesn't last long as he looks over at Shawn, who appears to be blinking rapidly to stay awake as he tends to Stan's wound. "Shawn… he isn't looking so good."

She follows his eyes. "No, no he's not. I wish I had something more optimistic to say, but… We know he's dying. For him to spend his last day on earth helping other people is pretty telling of what kind of guy he is, though."

"No doubt. He's been solid since day one. Saved my ass."

"Oh yeah? I always liked him. He took me and Becca in after the whole Roman fiasco."

"Roman? He sounds familiar."

"Bald guy, leather jacket, southern accent, totalitarian. You can't miss him. I left his camp a long time ago with some friends, and that's how I met Shawn. I actually decided to join the coup because I noticed the leadership pattern repeating with Bill." She explains, crossing her legs.

"You think it'll repeat again?" Lee asks.

"I hope not. If it does, I'm not running away this time. Get me?" She takes on a more serious tone.

".I'll try to do better than Carver." He replies, copying her tone.

"Good." She can't help but notice how weird he looks, his eyes darting behind her every so often. "Hey, you seem.. Off. Is everything okay?"

Lee blinks, looking back down at her. "I'm fine. Just tired, like you. I'm gonna get to bed after I check up on a few more people."

"Alright then. Night." Shel closes her eyes and almost immediately feels sleep take over her, while Lee begins his walk towards Shawn and Stan.

"Fellas." Lee greets. Shawn looks up rapidly, forcing a smile. He does not look okay.

"Hey, Lee. Need s-something?"

"I just wanted to check in." He looks at Stan's injury. "How are you feeling, Stan?"

"Like I got shot. It burns and it hurts to move my arm. I'll live though." Stan replies.

"All thanks..s to me." Shawn hisses. Lee and Stan look at him worriedly.

"Hey, man, how's that bite doing?" Lee asks.

Shawn feels it, pulling away at the sensation. "It.. it burns. It feels like someone blew a poisonous dart into my shoulder and it's slowly getting more and more numb. I'm really tired too, but…" He suddenly stops talking, his eyelids getting heavier. Lee touches his arm hesitantly to wake him, startling his eyes open.

"But what?"

"But I need to uh, need to stay awake. Stan still needs me."

Stan shakes his head. "I don't think I do, dude. You've done all you can. Get some rest."

"But.."

"Shawn, get rest." He reinforces, waving him off with a stern pair of eyes.

"Alright.. After this." Shawn says.

Lee finds that to be a good transition to the next topic. "Speaking of after, what are we gonna do about Carlos?" They all look at the quiet Spaniard sadly.

"I don't even know where to begin with that guy. Poor bastard." Stan whispers with a shake of his head.

"We need to kick him into gear. I won't be around to help Rebecca, and without Carlos the birth is gonna end up botched, killing both of them. N-No matter what, we have to get his head in the game, tomorrow." Shawn adds, shaking his head determinedly.

"Yeah we do. We can't let Alvin's death be for nothing." Lee replies.

"That's right..." Shawn agrees, dozing off.

Lee doesn't notice and continues talking. "Maybe you could teach one of us how to help Rebecca." No response. Stan and Lee look between each other. "Shawn?" Lee calls, shaking him. His eyes remain shut.

Stan sits up, while Shawn falls forward, only being caught by both Lee and himself holding him up. "Shawn?"

A few others around camp notice the scuffle and wander over, while others just lean forward in their seats or places on the ground. With everyone crowded around Lee, he feels the pressure on him as he switches out Stan for him in the seat he was operating in. "Put him down here." Lee orders, sitting him down. Stan wipes some blood off on his pants.

"What happened? Is he dead?" Nick questions.

Lee checks his neck with two fingers, feeling the drum of his pulse. "No, he's fine. He's got a pulse."

"This means he's entered stage one. He's beyond saving." Tisha comments in that thick accent of hers.

"Tisha, not now." Eddie replies. Suddenly, the walkie talkie in Lee's pocket as well as Shel's beams to life, static pouring out of the speakers before a strong, young voice pops out.

"Hello? Bill? Stan? Tavia? Anyone? This is Lowell, we've got a situation down here, over."

"That's my squad. Give me that walkie." Stan demands. Lee gives him his walkie talkie. He clicks on the speech button. "Hey, this is Stan, report the situation, Lowell, over."

A few seconds later, the voice comes back. "Right, so Tyler, Vera and I were going through the town like you told us to. We didn't find a lot, a few more food cans, a boomstick and, you won't believe it, a survivor, over."

"Good survivor or bad survivor? Over."

"Definitely bad. She seems like a decent woman, but she got pretty nasty with us when we found her. She nearly blew Vera's head off. Tyler was the one who disarmed her before we tied her up. Over."

"Sounds like a real hot head. Did you tell her about us? Over."

"Nah, that's why I called in. I was wondering what you wanted us to do with her. Over." Stan looks around at the company surrounding him and sighs, holding the button.

"I'm gonna be honest here, Lowell.. Carver's dead, over."

"...What?" Lowell questions after several seconds of silence.

"We have a new leader at Howe's, and everythings been a mess since those new prisoners came in. Their guy, Lee, is the new leader. Over." Stan replies, looking at Lee as he speaks.

"No fucking way. What happened?!"

"I'll explain in the morning, you're draining your battery. Is everyone alright? Over."

"Everyone's fine. You gotta explain this to me, man."

"I will, in the morning when you get back. Did you get the girl's name? Over."

Lowell sighs. "Tried to. She just called us names and was overall uncooperative, and her yelling was drawing lurkers, so we had to gag her. After that, we searched her and found a picture of her with an old dude in her bag, looks like her dad." Lee, Ben, Carley and Clem all look at each other, suspicious.

"Ask him what she looks like." Lee demands.

"What does she look like? Over." Stan asks.

"Short brown hair, white skin, dirty as hell, kinda like Jane but her hair is a tad longer. Sharp nose, sharp jaw, mean lookin'. I dunno, man, she's a woman in the apocalypse, what more is there to say?!" Lowell impatiently questions.

"That sounds like…" Clementine stops herself, her other old friends catching on quickly.

"Like what? You know this girl?" Stan asks before Lee grabs the walkie talkie from Stan and presses the call button. "Hey!"

"Lowell, right? This is Lee."

"Hey! What the fuck happened to Bill?! What did you do to him?"

"I promise I'll explain everything. But you have to tell me this: what's her name?"

"The girl?! I told you, I can't-"

"Tell her Lee Everett asked." Lee lets go of the speaker, looking down at the radio in suspense. Ben, Carley and Clem all slowly look up as the answer is revealed.

"...She said Lilly. Her name is Lilly."

It was really her, Lilly. Lee hadn't seen or heard from her since she left the group, and rejected him. Awkward. He can't help but look at Carley before he makes his decision.

Choices

A: "Put Lilly on."

B: "Leave her there and come back."

C: "Bring her back to Howe's."

D: Give the radio back to Stan.

Relationships

Clementine: 15/15

Carley: 15/15

Molly: 14/15

Kenny: 6/15

Ben: 15/15

Sarita: 7/15

Lilly: 8/10 (It's been forever since you've seen her. It might be nice to help her out and catch up again. Then again, it might just overcomplicate things)

Luke: 15/15

Pete: 15/15

Nick: 15/15

Carlos: 12/15

Rebecca: 13/15

Jane: 7/15

Danny: 11/15 (He appreciates you checking up on him)

Stan: 8/15 (He appreciates you checking up on him)

Shawn: 11/15 (He appreciates you checking up on him)

Justin: 6/15

Wyatt: 8/15

Eddie: 9/15

Shel: 10/15 (She appreciates you checking up on her)

Becca: 9/15

Tisha: 5/10

Lowell: 4/10 (He already doesn't like you or trust you)

Tyler: 5/10

Vera: 5/10

I cannot believe I have to say this. This is like the eighth time we've had this problem: Fake reviews. You know who you are. Guest accounts that simply say "A" or a variation on that. I can't believe I have to make this rule a rule, but here it goes: Unless I expressly know who you are from past voting (I.E. you have a name I recognize and trust from previous chapters) or have an account, your vote does NOT matter. To repeat: You have to have an account to vote unless I remember who you are from your username and trust you. Faking reviews is ridiculous. Just have fun with the story, or else I'll stop working on it altogether.

Thanks.