The group skids to a stop, caught between the approaching walkers and the armed Crawford guards. The tension in the air is palpable as the two sides face off.
Guard: What the hell are you doing here? This is Crawford territory!
Vernon steps forward, adopting a diplomatic tone.
Vernon: We're just passing through, looking for a way out of the city. We mean no harm.
Guard: Passing through? You think we're just gonna let you waltz through here like it's some kind of stroll in the park?
Molly steps forward, her tone defiant.
Molly: Look, we don't want any trouble. We just want to get back to our people and leave.
Guard: (suspicious) "Your people," huh? You don't look like the usual Crawford crowd.
Brie steps forward, trying to appeal to their humanity.
Brie: We're not from Crawford, okay? We're just trying to survive, same as you.
The guards exchange glances, unsure of how to proceed. The moans of the approaching walkers grow louder, adding urgency to the situation.
Yhwach steps forward, his presence commanding attention.
Yhwach: We do not wish to engage in hostilities. We only seek passage through this territory. Allow us safe passage, and we will trouble you no further.
The guards eye Yhwach warily, the strange intensity in his gaze giving them pause. After a tense moment, the guard in charge lowers his weapon slightly.
Guard: You're not welcome here, but we're not heartless. Go through, and don't let us catch you hanging around.
Vernon nods in gratitude, and the group moves quickly past the guards, entering the sewer entrance just in time. The guards watch them closely, ready to react if needed.
As the group descends into the sewers, the echoes of the alarm and the moans of walkers fade behind them. They navigate the dark, damp tunnels, guided by Vernon's knowledge of the sewer system.
Lee: (whispering) We need to keep moving. Crawford won't be pleased if they find us again.
The group follows Vernon deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels, the occasional distant sounds of walkers serving as a reminder of the dangers that lurk above.
After what feels like an eternity, they emerge from the sewers into the cool night air. The cityscape looms before them, a silent testament to the challenges that lie ahead.
Vernon: We made it through Crawford. Now, let's focus on finding what we need and getting back to the others.
Yhwach looks around, his sharp eyes taking in the post-apocalyptic landscape. The journey is far from over, and the group must stay vigilant as they navigate the unpredictable challenges that await them.
The group, now outside of Crawford, takes a moment to regroup and assess their surroundings. The night air is thick with tension as they plan their next moves.
Lee: Alright, everyone, stay close. We need to find the supplies and get back to the boat.
Vernon: My knowledge of Crawford's layout should help us navigate the city without running into trouble.
Molly: Lead the way, then. But let's make it quick. I don't want to linger in this place any longer than necessary.
The group follows Vernon through the darkened streets, sticking to the shadows and avoiding unnecessary confrontations. The city is eerily quiet, with only distant moans of walkers breaking the silence.
As they approach an old school building, Vernon stops and looks around.
Vernon: This is it. The school is where Crawford has been hoarding supplies. We need to be careful and stick together.
Yhwach observes the surroundings, his heightened senses alert to any potential threats. Chuck, Molly, and the rest of the group prepare themselves for whatever challenges lie ahead.
Lee: Alright, let's get in, grab what we need, and get out. Keep your guard up, and stay close.
The group stealthily enters the school, moving cautiously through the hallways. Vernon leads them to the basement, where the supplies are rumored to be stored.
Vernon: The basement is down this way. Follow me.
The atmosphere is tense as they descend into the lower levels of the school. The group remains on high alert, ready for anything. Suddenly, the sound of shuffling feet and distant murmurs reaches their ears.
Molly: Walkers. We've got company.
Vernon: Quietly now. We don't want to draw unnecessary attention.
The group moves carefully, avoiding the walkers patrolling the area. Yhwach's sword remains at the ready, a silent assurance of their ability to handle any threats that may arise.
As they reach the basement, Vernon begins searching for the medical supplies they desperately need. The room is dimly lit, and the air is heavy with the scent of decay.
Lee: Grab whatever medical supplies you can find. We need to make this quick.
The group works efficiently, gathering medical supplies and other essentials. However, in the midst of their search, a sudden noise echoes through the basement-a loud, metallic clang.
Vernon: (whispering) What was that?
Molly: Something's not right. We need to finish up and leave, now.
As they hurriedly collect the last of the supplies, the group senses that the situation has taken a turn for the worse. The source of the noise remains unknown, but the feeling of imminent danger hangs in the air.
The group, on high alert, finishes gathering the supplies, their senses heightened by the mysterious noise echoing through the basement. Tension hangs in the air as they prepare to leave, wary of the potential threats lurking in the shadows.
Vernon: We need to move. Whatever that noise was, it's drawn attention. Let's get out of here.
The group retraces its steps through the dimly lit corridors of the basement. As they approach the exit, the shuffling sounds of walkers grow louder, and the group realizes they are not alone.
Molly: We've got walkers incoming! Move!
The urgency in Molly's voice prompts the group to quicken their pace. The walkers, drawn by the commotion, begin to appear from side corridors and dark corners. The group fights their way through, each member skillfully dispatching the undead with whatever weapons they have at hand.
Yhwach, with his spiritual abilities and swift sword strikes, becomes a formidable force against the approaching walkers. Chuck, Molly, and the others also contribute to the effort, forming a protective barrier around Clementine.
Lee: Keep moving! We can't afford to get bogged down here!
The group reaches the stairs leading to the main floor of the school. However, the noise from the scuffle has attracted even more walkers. The situation becomes dire as the group realizes they are outnumbered.
Vernon: We need to find another way out. Backtrack if you have to, just keep moving!
They backtrack through the labyrinthine hallways, the relentless moans of walkers echoing behind them. Yhwach and the others stay vigilant, ensuring none of the undead get too close. The group reaches a side door, hoping it leads to safety.
Vernon: This way! We can make a break for it!
The group bursts through the door and finds themselves in a narrow alley. However, their path is blocked by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. The walkers are closing in, and the group realizes they must quickly come up with a plan.
Molly: (looking around) We can't go over the fence, but maybe we can find something to cut through it.
Lee: Look for anything sharp! We need to clear a path.
The group scrambles to search the alley for tools or sharp objects. Yhwach, with his keen perception, spots a discarded box of tools nearby. He quickly retrieves a pair of bolt cutters.
Yhwach: These will do.
Lee: Good find, Yhwach. Let's move!
The group uses the bolt cutters to make an opening in the fence, creating a pathway to escape. However, time is of the essence as the walkers close in. The group rushes through the opening, one by one, ensuring everyone makes it to the other side.
Once through the fence, the group continues to move away from the school, putting distance between themselves and the relentless horde of walkers. The echoes of the undead slowly fade as they find temporary refuge in a nearby building.
Vernon: (catching his breath) That was too close. We need to keep moving, find a safe place to regroup.
The group, now on the move again, faces the challenges of the night as they navigate the darkened streets of Savannah. The encounter at the school has heightened their awareness, and the journey ahead remains uncertain.
The group, led by Vernon, cautiously makes their way through the eerily quiet streets of Savannah. The city, once teeming with life, now feels like a ghost town, its empty buildings and dark alleyways concealing untold dangers. Yhwach walks beside Lee, his keen senses attuned to the surroundings, a silent guardian in the shadows.
As they approach the outskirts of Crawford, Brie takes the lead, guiding the group through back alleys and hidden paths. The air is thick with tension, each step echoing the weight of the mission they've undertaken. The faint sounds of distant walkers serve as a grim reminder of the world they navigate.
Vernon: (whispering) This way. Keep it quiet.
The group slips through the shadows, mindful of the undead lurking in the darkness. Clementine clings to Lee's side, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Yhwach watches over them, his presence reassuring in the face of uncertainty.
Brie: (whispering) We're getting close. Crawford's just up ahead.
They approach the perimeter of Crawford, concealed by the shadows of the surrounding buildings. Brie points to a manhole cover in the alley.
Brie: That's where they keep the supplies. I can scale down and open it from the inside. The rest of you wait here.
Vernon: (nodding) Good. Be quick, and watch for guards. I'll signal when the coast is clear.
Brie silently disappears into the darkness, leaving the group huddled in the alley. Lee checks his weapon, Yhwach maintains his vigilance, and the others exchange nervous glances. The minutes feel like an eternity as they await Brie's signal.
After what seems like an eternity, a subtle gesture from Vernon signals the group to move forward. They gather around the opened manhole, ready to descend into the heart of Crawford.
Vernon: (whispering) Remember, keep it quiet. We're here for supplies, not a fight.
The group descends one by one into the dimly lit tunnels beneath Crawford. The air is damp, and the echoes of their footsteps reverberate through the confined space. Yhwach, accustomed to navigating hidden passages, moves with the grace of a silent specter.
As they traverse the underground labyrinth, Brie leads them toward the heart of Crawford, where the coveted supplies are stored. The group encounters various obstacles, including locked gates and hidden walkers. Chuck's expertise in handling locks proves invaluable, and Yhwach's swift and precise strikes dispatch any undead threats.
Finally, they reach a reinforced door. Brie looks at Lee.
Brie: (whispering) This is it. The supplies are behind this door. Let's make it quick.
Lee examines the door, realizing it requires a passcode.
Lee: (whispering) Anyone know the code?
Brie: (shaking her head) No, they change it regularly. We don't have time for trial and error.
Yhwach, observing the door, senses residual spiritual energy. He steps forward.
Yhwach: Stand back.
With a focused gaze, Yhwach places his hand on the door. The spiritual pressure emanating from him seems to interact with the locking mechanism. The group watches in awe as the door's locking mechanism disengages, allowing them access to the supplies.
Vernon: (impressed) Well, I'll be damned. Let's grab what we need and go.
The group quickly gathers medical supplies, food, and other essentials into makeshift bags. Their success, however, is short-lived. As they prepare to leave, the distant sound of alarms pierces the air.
Brie: (panicking) They've triggered the alarm! We need to move, now!
The group rushes back through the tunnels, their footsteps echoing alongside the blaring alarms. The once-silent passage becomes a cacophony of urgency as they navigate their way to the manhole cover.
Emerging into the night air, the group finds themselves surrounded by armed guards. Crawford, alerted to the intrusion, stands ready to defend its secrets.
Vernon: (grimly) We've been spotted. Get ready to fight or run.
The shadows of the past have caught up with them, and the choices made in the coming moments will shape their fate in this unforgiving world.
In the chaos that ensues, Yhwach and Chuck immediately position themselves at the forefront, acting as a bulwark against the approaching threat. Vernon and the others, laden with supplies, scramble to escape through the dimly lit tunnels, guided by Brie's knowledge of the labyrinth.
Yhwach, with his spiritual awareness and combat prowess, effortlessly dispatches walkers that emerge from the shadows. Chuck, wielding his trusty shotgun, covers their rear, ensuring no undead can flank them. The guards from Crawford, armed and organized, prove to be formidable adversaries.
As the group battles their way through the tunnels, Yhwach senses the impending danger. His eyes, keen and perceptive, catch the glint of a concealed sniper on an elevated platform. Before he can react, Chuck notices the threat.
Chuck: (yelling) Yhwach, watch out!
Reacting with preternatural speed, Yhwach deftly evades the sniper's shot, twisting his body in mid-air. The bullet narrowly misses, but the element of surprise is lost. Chuck, recognizing the danger, positions himself to shield Yhwach from further gunfire.
A fierce firefight ensues. Chuck, despite his age, fights with a tenacity born of survival. Yhwach, his movements precise and calculated, engages the guards with a combination of spiritual energy and physical prowess. Together, they create a temporary haven for the others to continue their escape.
The group, guided by Brie, emerges from the tunnels into the night air. The alarms from Crawford reverberate through the city, signaling the chaos within. Vernon looks back, concern etched on his face.
Vernon: (shouting) Yhwach! Chuck!
Yhwach and Chuck, realizing the necessity of the group's escape, signal for them to go on. The others hesitate, torn between loyalty and the urgent need for survival.
Yhwach: (firmly) Go! We'll catch up. Protect the supplies!
Reluctantly, the group continues their escape, disappearing into the shadows of the city. Yhwach and Chuck stand back-to-back, facing the relentless onslaught of guards and walkers converging on them.
As the guards close in, Chuck, fatigued but resolute, turns to Yhwach.
Chuck: (smiling) You're a damn fine partner, Yhwach.
Yhwach: (nodding) The feeling is mutual, Chuck.
In the midst of the fight, Chuck's shotgun runs out of ammunition. Undeterred, he pulls out a small grenade from his pocket, a remnant from his time in the military.
Chuck: (determined) Buy 'em some time, Yhwach.
With those words, Chuck charges toward the guards, pulling the pin on the grenade. Yhwach, understanding the sacrifice being made, channels his spiritual energy to create a protective barrier around Chuck, shielding him from the impending explosion.
The blast echoes through the tunnels, a testament to Chuck's final act of selflessness. Yhwach, standing amidst the aftermath, lowers his guard, a solemn expression on his face.
Yhwach: (whispering) Rest in peace, Chuck.
As Yhwach emerges from the tunnels, a lone figure in the night, he reunites with the group. The weight of loss hangs heavy in the air, but the supplies they've acquired represent a flicker of hope in the darkness.
Vernon: ( somberly) Where's Chuck?
Yhwach: (stoic) He bought us time. Let's move. There's much to do.
The group, now diminished but resilient, ventures into the unknown. Chuck's sacrifice echoes in their hearts as they navigate the unforgiving landscape, bound together by the shared struggle for survival.
The group, led by Yhwach, presses forward through the desolate streets of Savannah. The night is shrouded in an eerie silence, interrupted only by the distant moans of walkers and the occasional flicker of streetlights. The weight of Chuck's sacrifice lingers, casting a somber shadow over their journey.
As they traverse the city, Yhwach takes on the role of a silent guardian, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. The remaining members of the group, carrying the supplies salvaged from Crawford, follow in solemn silence. Vernon, with a heavy heart, approaches Yhwach.
Vernon: I appreciate what Chuck did back there. He saved us.
Yhwach: (nodding) He made the ultimate sacrifice for the group. His courage will be remembered.
Vernon: We owe you a debt, too. You fought like a damn hero.
Yhwach: (humbly) Our fates are intertwined in this world. We help each other survive.
The group continues through the deserted streets, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the distant sounds of the undead. Eventually, they find temporary refuge in an abandoned building, barricading themselves against the encroaching danger outside.
Lee, contemplating the events that transpired, approaches Yhwach.
Lee: Chuck was a good man. It's hard losing someone like that.
Yhwach: Loss is an inevitable part of our existence now. We must carry on for those who can't.
Clementine, sitting quietly in a corner, looks up at Yhwach with a mix of curiosity and admiration. She senses a unique strength in him, something beyond the physical.
Clementine: Yhwach, can I ask you something?
Yhwach: Of course, Clementine.
Clementine: Why do you help people so much? You don't even know us, but you fight with us and protect us.
Yhwach: (smiling gently) In a world consumed by darkness, small acts of kindness and protection can bring moments of light. We must strive to be each other's light in the midst of this darkness.
The group rests for the night, finding solace in the temporary safety of their chosen refuge. As the first light of dawn begins to seep through the cracks in the barricaded windows, Yhwach stands watch, a silent sentinel guarding against the uncertainties that lie ahead.
The journey continues, the group bound by the shared struggles of survival and the indomitable spirit that fuels their perseverance in the face of adversity.
The following days are marked by a blend of determination and mourning. The group, now one member lighter, moves with a sense of purpose. Yhwach, stoic and resolute, leads the way with a quiet strength that commands both respect and trust.
As they navigate the unforgiving streets, the reality of Chuck's sacrifice remains a poignant reminder. Yhwach, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings, notices Lee deep in thought.
Yhwach: The burden of leadership weighs heavy. Chuck's sacrifice won't be forgotten.
Lee: (nodding) He did what he had to do. We all need to be ready for that in this world.
Yhwach: Indeed. The path we walk demands sacrifices, but we must endure for the sake of those still with us.
The group's destination lies ahead - a rendezvous point where they hope to find the boat and complete the final leg of their escape plan. Along the way, Yhwach ensures everyone is keeping pace and remaining vigilant.
Clementine, walking beside Yhwach, tugs at his sleeve.
Clementine: Do you think we'll find my parents?
Yhwach: (pausing) We will do our best, Clementine. But we must prepare ourselves for any outcome.
Clementine nods, understanding the gravity of their journey. The group arrives at the House
Yhwach: Agreed. Everyone, be cautious. We can't afford any surprises.
a distant growl catches their attention. A small group of walkers, drawn by the noise, approaches.
Vernon: We need to take care of this quietly. We don't want to attract more.
Yhwach, unsheathing his sword, steps forward with purpose. The others follow suit, and with practiced precision, they dispatch the approaching walkers without drawing unwanted attention.
With the immediate threat neutralized, the group returns to their tasks. Yhwach remains vigilant, scanning the area for any signs of danger.
As the group readies the boat and secures the supplies, Clementine approaches Yhwach.
Clementine: Thank you for protecting us.
Yhwach: It is my duty to ensure the safety of the group. We are a team, and we look out for each other.
Clementine: I wish Chuck could see this. He'd be proud we made it this far.
Yhwach: His sacrifice paved the way for our survival. We honor him by pressing forward.
Lee: Fine! Go ahead, tell them!
Lee told Ben to confess.
Ben: It's been me all along, putting all of us in danger! Katjaa and Duck, it was all me! It was all me!
Kenny kicks the door open.
Kenny: Wait a minute, what are you saying?
Ben: It was me who made the deal with the bandits at the motor inn, slipping them supplies! I thought maybe I could keep them off our backs! When it got discovered, that's when they attacked. That's when Duck...
Kenny lunges at Ben, and Vernon and Lee hold him back.
Lee: Kenny, enough! Calm down, man!
Lee tries to calm Kenny down.
Kenny: You little pissant! You are fucking dead, you hear me? Dead! My wife and child, you got them both fucking killed!
Lee: Kenny, listen to me! You can whoop his skinny little ass later! But right now, we gotta go!
Kenny stops struggling to attack Ben.
Molly: Nice group you got here.
Lee: Not the time, Molly!
Kenny: If this asshole thinks he's getting on my boat after what he did, he's out of his motherfucking mind! (shoves Ben) You hear me, shitbird?! You can stay behind and fucking rot!
Lee: Kenny, we'll sort this out later. After we get out of here, okay?
Kenny: Ain't nothing to sort out! I just told you the way it's gonna be!
Kenny: The boat's not big enough for all of us! Somebody's gotta get left behind! Might as well be this piece of shit right here!
Christa: Well, I vote we leave him. I'm sorry, Ben. I know you mean well, but all I want to do is get back to Omid. And you put that at risk.
Clementine: Wait, don't I get a vote?
Lee: Of course you do.
Clementine: Ben's nice. He's my friend. We don't leave friends behind. That's my vote.
Christa: On second thought, I think I'm gonna abstain. Lee?
Lee: I've seen enough of Crawford to know that becoming like them is the beginning of the end. I vote Ben stays with us, what about you Yhwach?
Lee votes for Ben.
Yhwach, standing beside Lee, observes the tense situation. The weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, and Yhwach speaks with a measured tone.
Yhwach: We face difficult choices in this world. To abandon one of our own goes against the principles we strive to uphold. Ben, your actions were misguided, but redemption is a path that can be walked.
Kenny glares at Yhwach, frustration evident on his face.
Kenny: You're too soft, both of you. This piece of shit let Katjaa and Duck die, and now he's expecting us to welcome him with open arms? I say he stays, and I say we throw him to the walkers!
Ben: Please, I don't want to die.
Clementine, looking at Ben with empathy, pleads with the group.
Clementine: Ben's a good person. He didn't mean to hurt anyone. He's still human.
Molly, leaning against the boat, expresses her pragmatic viewpoint.
Molly: Kid's got a point. We can't just kick him out. He's scared and doesn't know what he's doing. We've all made mistakes.
Vernon, watching the group dynamics, interjects with a somber tone.
Vernon: In the end, it's your decision, Lee. We can't dwell on this for too long.
Lee, after considering the perspectives shared, makes a final call.
Lee: Ben, you're with us. But you have a lot to prove. No more lies, no more betrayals. We move forward together, understand?
Ben, with a mixture of relief and guilt, nods in agreement.
Ben: I swear, I'll do anything to make it up to you all.
Kenny, frustrated and seething with anger, glares at Ben but holds his tongue. The group, with a renewed sense of purpose, prepares to embark on their journey.
Lee: Hey, what do you say we go check on Omid?
The group joins Christa and Vernon in Omid's room.
Lee: Christa? Everything okay?
Christa: Omid!
Christa runs over to Omid and holds his hand.
Lee: Christa, don't! Stay back!
Christa: I never should have left you. I'm so sorry.
Vernon: Christa, get away from him!
Omid wakes up.
Omid: Hey. Back already?
Christa: We got you medicine.
Omid: Good, feel like I could use some.
Vernon gives Omid some pills.
Omid: You okay, kid? You look worse than I do.
Kenny: We almost didn't make it out of there because of this asshole. Shoulda left him behind when we had the chance.
Omid: Guys, what the hell happened out there?
Kenny: Let someone else tell you, I got work to do.
Vernon: Okay, with a little luck you should start feeling better pretty soon. I'll stay here for a few more hours to check on him. Let me know if you need anything.
Omid: Thanks, doc.
Christa: Yes, thank you so much!
Vernon: Maybe now's a good time for you and me to have a little talk. In private.
Lee and Vernon leave the room.
Lee: So you'll be returning to your group now?
Vernon: Yes, it'll be hard to break the news about Brie, they all really grew to care about her.
Vernon: You want to know the worst part?
Lee: What?
Vernon: I don't feel much. I mean, I don't feel enough. Shouldn't I be broken up over what happened to her? That's how I was when I lost my daughter, when I lost my friends in those first few weeks. But now, it's like I just take something like this in stride. Like this is what our world is now, and we'd better just get used to it.
Lee: What did you wanna talk to me about?
Vernon: I know you care about Clementine. Anyone can see that. And I know you want what's best for her. But this plan of yours, putting everyone on a boat, with no destination... do you really think that's her best chance of finding somewhere where she can be safe? Because I don't. So I wanna make you an offer.
Lee: What kind of an offer?
Vernon: I'll take her off your hands. Take her back with me, to my people. We're well-supplied, well-hidden, and a lot of us have had kids of our own. And now Crawford's fallen, we got nothing left to fear from them. She'll be safe with us. Safer than she will be if she stays with you, I promise you. That's what you want for her, isn't it? To be safe?
Lee: I'm gonna pretend you didn't say any of this and give you the chance to walk away. Which you oughta do, right now.
Lee told Vernon off.
Vernon: I know you think you're doing what's best for her. And if you were her real father, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Vernon: But you're not. And staying with you is not what's best for her. If no one else around here will tell you that, then I will.
Lee slams Vernon against the wall.
Lee: That little girl's in my care. We've been through more together than you can imagine. Anyone who tries to get between me and her - anyone - is gonna wind up dead! You hear me?
Vernon: Take your hands off me.
Lee lets Vernon go.
Yhwach, who had been discreetly observing the conversation between Lee and Vernon, steps forward, his stern gaze fixed on the doctor.
Yhwach: Your concern for Clementine is noted, but your offer is not one I'd advise you pursue any further. Clementine has chosen to stay with us, and her safety is of the utmost priority.
Vernon, still puzzled, looks between Lee and Yhwach.
Vernon: So, you're with them?
Lee: Yhwach has been a valuable ally. He's helped us navigate through some tough situations.
Vernon, though still uneasy, seems to accept the explanation.
Vernon: Well, if Lee trusts you, then I suppose you can't be all bad.
Yhwach: Our focus is on ensuring the well-being of everyone in our group, including Clementine.
Vernon: (nodding) Fair enough. I just want what's best for these people.
Yhwach: As do we all. Let us continue with our preparations. The challenges ahead require our unity.
The tension in the room eases, and the group proceeds with their plans, knowing that trust and cooperation are essential in the unpredictable world they navigate.
Lee, still visibly angered, intervenes before the tension escalates further.
Lee: We've made our decision, Vernon. Clementine stays with us. End of discussion.
Vernon, sensing the firm resolve in Lee's words, concedes with a nod.
Vernon: Very well. I won't press the matter. But I hope you consider what's truly best for her.
Vernon leaves the room, leaving Lee and Yhwach in a contemplative silence.
Lee: Sorry you had to see that, Yhwach. It's been a hell of a day.
Yhwach: These are challenging times, and decisions must be made. It seems your group has been tested repeatedly.
Lee: Yeah, and it doesn't get any easier. But Clementine's like family to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Yhwach: A sentiment I understand well. The bonds forged in times of adversity are the ones that endure.
Lee: Thanks for backing me up there. I appreciate it.
Yhwach: We stand united in protecting those we care about. Now, let us return to the group. Our journey is far from over, and challenges lie ahead.
The two head back into Omid's room, where the group is preparing to leave.
Christa: Everything okay?
Lee: Yeah, just a little disagreement, but it's sorted now.
Christa: Good. We're ready to move. The boat's waiting.
As the group prepares to leave the house, Yhwach remains vigilant, recognizing the complexities of the bonds that tie them together in this post-apocalyptic world.
Lee sees Molly about to walk down the stairs.
Lee: Hey. Going somewhere?
Molly: Yeah, I'm about to head out. I just wanted to say thanks. For everything. It's been fun.
Lee: What are you talking about? Kenny's working on the boat right now. I thought you were coming with us. God knows you've earned it.
Molly: Yeah, I've been thinking it over. It's not for me. Sounds like it'd be pretty crowded. And I never did like the water.
Lee: You sure about this?
Molly: I'm sure. I've always done better on my own anyhow.
Molly: Listen, I'm not much for goodbyes, tell the others for me?
Lee: Sure. You take care of yourself, Molly.
Molly: You too, Lee.
Molly and Lee hug.
Molly: And you be sure to take care of that little girl. You know she thinks the world of you.
Lee: Good luck.
Molly: Ain't nothing to do with leaves.
Lee enters the study, where Clementine is sadly looking out the window.
Lee: Hey, sweet pea.
Clementine: Kenny's working on the boat.
Lee: I know.
Clementine: What are we going to do? After he fixes it? Where will we go?
Lee: I don't know. We'll figure it out. We always do.
Lee: Clem, honey, what's wrong?
Clementine: Is Ben going to be okay? He doesn't seem the same, since he got back.
lee: Well, he's been through a lot, Clem. He's just gotten a little overwhelmed, that's all. I'm sure he'll be fine.
Clementine: Before we leave tomorrow, will we have time to look for my parents?
Lee: I'd like to, Clem. But I don't think we'll have time. We really shouldn't stay here any longer. It's not safe.
Lee is being honest with Clementine.
Clementine starts sobbing.
Lee: Hey, there... shh. It's okay. It's okay. Don't cry.
Clementine lies down and turns away from Lee, still crying. Lee sets her radio on the desk and sits in the sofa. Lee wakes up some time later.
Lee: (yawns) Clementine?
Clementine and the radio are gone.
Lee: Clementine?
Lee goes downstairs; it is empty, so he goes to the backyard.
Lee: Clementine? Clementine!
Lee notices her hat on the ground in front of the shed.
Lee: Oh, God.
Lee walks over to her hat and picks it up. He hears the radio crackle nearby and climbs over the fence.
Lee: Clem...?
The radio is on the ground near a pile of junk.
Lee picks up the radio.
Suddenly, a walker behind the bins lunges at Lee and bites his left arm.
Lee moves back and stomps on his head.
He puts the radio on his belt, then picks up Clementine's hat and notices a bite mark on his wrist.
Lee: No, no, no, no. Oh, fuck!
Christa: Lee? Lee? You out here? Lee?
Yhwach, Christa, Kenny, Omid, and Ben leave the backyard and approach Lee.
Kenny: Are you crazy? What are you doing out here? It ain't safe!
Omid: Lee, where's Clementine? She's not in her room.
Kenny: Vernon ain't in the house either! What the hell is going on?
Christa: Whose blood is that?
Lee: It's mine.
lee chose not to conceal his bite.
Lee shows the bite.
Christa: Oh, my God.
Kenny: No way. No, no fucking way!
Lee: There's no time to worry about me. Clementine's gone.
Yhwach, observing the dire situation, steps forward with a calm yet authoritative presence.
Yhwach: Lee's been bitten. We don't have the luxury of time. We need to act swiftly.
Kenny: (angry) What the hell are you talking about? We can't just leave him here!
Yhwach: (firmly) Kenny, listen. If we want to save Lee's life, we need to consider drastic measures. Cutting off the bitten limb might slow down the infection. It's our best chance.
Christa: (shocked) Are you serious?
Yhwach: (nodding) Deadly serious. I've seen this before. It's not a guarantee, but it's a slim hope we can't afford to ignore.
Omid: (nervously) I don't know, man. That sounds crazy.
Yhwach: In this world, the line between sanity and madness is thin. We must be willing to make the hard choices.
Ben: (hesitant) Lee, man, what do you think?
Lee: (looking at his infected arm) We don't have time to debate. We need to try.
Kenny: (reluctantly) Fine, but I'm doing this for Clementine. Not for you.
Yhwach: Time is of the essence. Gather what we need, and let's do this quickly.
The group, driven by the urgency of the situation, starts searching for supplies. Lee braces himself for the painful procedure, knowing that this desperate act might be the only chance to keep the infection from spreading.
The group hastily gathers what they can find - a belt, some towels, and a sharp tool. Yhwach takes charge of organizing the makeshift tools.
Yhwach: (calmly) Lee, we need to make this as quick as possible. It won't be easy, but it's our best chance.
Lee: (nodding) I understand. Let's get it over with.
Kenny assists Lee in sitting down, and Yhwach takes a moment to explain the plan.
Yhwach: We'll need to tie a tourniquet above the bite to slow down the blood flow. Once that's secure, I'll make the incision, and Kenny, you need to be ready to cauterize the wound immediately.
Kenny: (grimacing) I ain't no doctor, but I'll do my best.
Yhwach: We must be swift and resolute. Lee, are you prepared for this?
Lee: (determined) Do it.
As Yhwach begins the procedure, Lee clenches his teeth, trying to endure the pain. The atmosphere is tense, each member of the group grappling with the gravity of the situation.
Yhwach: (working quickly) Hold on, Lee. We're almost there.
The tourniquet is tightened, and Yhwach swiftly makes the incision. Kenny follows up with cauterization, and the smell of burning flesh fills the air. Lee grits his teeth, doing his best to endure the agony.
Christa and Omid watch with a mix of horror and concern, realizing the severity of the choices they are forced to make in this unforgiving world.
Yhwach: (finishing up) It's done. Now, we need to keep an eye on him. Infections can still spread.
Kenny helps Lee stand, the immediate pain subsiding, replaced by a lingering ache and the harsh reality of what has just transpired.
Lee: (weakly) Thanks... for doing what needed to be done.
Yhwach: Survival often requires sacrifice. We must be prepared for the challenges that lie ahead.
As the group processes the intense and brutal turn of events, they know that the journey is far from over. The fate of Lee and the group hangs in the balance, and the shadows of uncertainty loom ever larger.
Christa: So that's settled then. We'll look for Clementine together.
Omid: Hell yeah. What're we waiting for?
Lee: Thanks, you guys. I appreciate it. Really.
Kenny: You've always been there for me, Lee. Always had my back when it mattered. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't there for you now?
Kenny: Bitten or not, I'm with you to the end. You can count on me.
Lee: What about you, Ben?
Kenny: Now hold on a minute, you're not really thinking about bringing him with us, are you?
Lee: Deal with it, Kenny. The way I see it, Ben still has a chance to make things right. If he wants it. How about it, Ben?
Ben: I don't know. Whatever you think is best.
Lee: Clementine's one of the few good things left in this world. She stood up for you in Crawford when Kenny wanted you gone. Don't you think you owe it to her to stand up for her now?
Ben: You're right. I owe her. I wanna do this for Clem. But I wanna do it for Kenny too. I gotta make it right with him. Somehow, I gotta make it right.
Lee: Okay, guys. We should go find Vernon. See if he took her. Let's head out.
Kenny: What about the boat? We're just gonna leave it unguarded?
Christa: If someone was gonna take it, they'd have done it already. Besides, what choice do we have?
the group leaves.
the group go through the hole in the wall in the sewer and approach the morgue where the cancer group lived. Lee draws his gun and opens the door, but the room is empty.
Lee: Where the hell are they?
Kenny: Looks like they got out of here in a hurry.
Lee: Vernon, get out here! There doesn't have to be any trouble here, all I want is the girl! Give her back and nobody needs to get hurt!
Lee leans on one of the beds, his head in his hands. He hears walkers outside and sees them walk past the window. The radio crackles.
Clementine: Lee?
Lee: Clementine, are you alright?! Where are you?! Vernon, you son of a bitch!
Stranger: Hello, Lee.
Kenny: Motherfucker.
Lee: Where have you taken her?!
Stranger: This isn't Vernon. And you should really watch your tone.
Stranger: Clementine's fine. But if I were you, I'd choose my next words very carefully.
Yhwach observes the tension in the room, realizing that the situation has taken a dangerous turn. He steps forward, his keen eyes assessing the stranger with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Yhwach: (calmly) We're here for the girl. You wouldn't want any trouble.
Stranger: (smirking) Trouble finds us all in this world. But let's cut to the chase. I know what you did back in Crawford. The choices you made.
Lee: (defensively) Who the hell are you?
Stranger: Names don't matter anymore. What does matter is that I've been watching all of you. I know what you're capable of, especially you, Yhwach.
Yhwach narrows his eyes, intrigued by the stranger's knowledge.
Stranger: I have a proposition. You leave this place, forget about the girl, and I won't pursue you. You live, and we both get what we want.
Christa: (skeptical) And why would we trust you?
Stranger: (smirking) Because I know what's coming. The world is about to change, and you'll need all the allies you can get. I can offer you information, and you can go your way.
Yhwach, sensing a hidden agenda, speaks up.
Yhwach: (analyzing) Your words carry the weight of ulterior motives. What is it that you truly seek?
Stranger: (grinning) I seek my own interests. But you, Yhwach, should understand that better than anyone.
The mention of Yhwach's name catches the group off guard. Yhwach remains composed, his gaze piercing through the shadows.
Stranger: I've seen glimpses of your power. Join me, and together we can navigate the chaos that awaits.
The group faces a difficult decision, knowing that their choices will have profound consequences. As they weigh the options, the uncertainty of their path forward hangs heavy in the air.