"Sarah," said Clementine as she tried to shake the older girl awake. "Sarah, wake up." Sarah mumbled something and then pulled a pillow over her head. "Come on Sarah, get up."

"Clem, it's…" Sarah clumsily collected her watch off the nightstand and held it close to her face. "It's…" Sarah squinted as she tried to read the watch. "It's early…" Sarah tossed the watch aside and rolled over in bed.

"I know, I want to get an early start." Sarah remained firmly planted in bed and showed no signs of moving, so Clem grabbed the covers and yanked them off with one quick pull.

"Clem! I'm not dressed!" squealed a panicked Sarah she clutched a pillow to her body.

"Then get dressed already; I am," said Clem as she tossed the covers into the corner. "And then meet me up front. We got a lot to do today." Eyeing a sleeping Omid as she left the bedroom, Clem retrieved an orange from the closet and headed for the sink. Squeezing juice from an orange with just her hands was difficult, but with enough elbow grease, she produced a decent amount of orange juice in a bowl. Clem ate the squeezed orange pieces and carefully poured the juice into Omid's sippy cup.

"You didn't have to embarrass me like that," said Sarah as she entered the living room.

"Why were you embarrassed?" asked Clem. "We see each other in our underwear like every night."

"Maybe for a second when it's dark right before we get into bed," argued Sarah. "It's not like we're watching each other get undressed."

"Uh… yeah, that's a good point." Clem handed the sippy cup to Sarah. "Here, after we feed Omid, I want to head out of town and—"

"Hey!" called a voice from the door, followed by a pair of loud knocks. "Are you people up?" Clem moved to the nearest window.

"I think it's Rhonda," whispered Clem.

"What's she doing here?" whispered Sarah.

"I just want to talk for a second," announced Rhonda.

"Let's just ignore her," suggested Clem.

"And I can wait all day if that's what it takes." Clem watched as Rhonda moved away from the door. Peeking through the curtain covering the windshield, she could see Rhonda parking herself in front of the Brave. "So you might as well come out now, because I'm not moving until we talk."

"Great…" mumbled Clem as she watched Rhonda.

"I could back up, try to go around her," whispered Sarah as she peeked past the edge of the curtain.

"Or you could just drive over her."

"Clem!"

"I'm kidding," assured Clem.

"Don't joke about stuff like that."

Clem looked out at the mean-spirited woman and groaned. "I'll go talk to her." Clem headed for the door.

"What are you going to say?" asked Sarah.

"That you're not supposed to bother people and if she doesn't leave I'll go tell Deacon or someone else who works for Tanner." Clem headed outside and was almost immediately approached by Rhonda as she came rushing back to the door.

"You again," Rhonda mumbled to herself.

"I feel the same way." The woman was dressed in a long trench coat now along with big sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat that obscured her face if not her familiar scowl. "What do you want?"

"I don't suppose there's anyone else I could talk to?" asked Rhonda.

"Nope," said Clem as she crossed her arms. "So if you don't want to talk to me you can just leave."

Rhonda seemed annoyed by that comment, looking at the Brave with a sense of irritation momentarily before turning back to Clem.

"I suppose your people are going to try their hand at Chilton's scavenger hunt?" asked Rhonda.

"Maybe," said Clem. "What about you?"

"Like I'm going to risk my neck just to buy into Chilton's scam. Woman hands out decrees like she's our queen now," grumbled Rhonda. "But if your people are content to smash this thing through things, I figured you'd have nothing against trying your luck to win Chilton's favor."

"What if we are?" asked Clem. "You got a problem with that?"

"I just thought you'd like some free advice," said Rhonda. "This thing needs gas, doesn't it?"

"I'm not trading with you again."

"I wasn't—" Rhonda bit her lip just as she raised her voice, then looked around, although for what Clem wasn't sure. "I was just going to tell you, there's a gas station you can fuel up at."

"We use diesel."

"It has diesel too. It's on the same road that goes right through Valkaria, Interstate One. If you're going north, you'll see it on your right near the river just before you get to Titusville in a place called Port Saint John."

"Saint John?" Clem grimaced upon hearing that.

"That area has been mostly cleared out and if you're going back to Titusville, that's the closest you can get before you start running into a lot of those things. Look for the big sign with a Kangaroo on it. There's a couple of hand pumps set up to pull fuel right out of the tanks."

"Why would you give us gas if you hate us?" asked a suspicious Clem. "How do I know this isn't a trap?"

"It's not mine to give," said Rhonda. "Anyone can use it. Ask any of Tanner's people if you don't believe me."

"But why are you telling me this?" asked Clem. "You came out here really early just to tell us where to get gas?"

"Despite what you may think of me, I don't want anyone's children to get eaten alive by those awful things." Clem just stared at Rhonda, making it clear she didn't believe her. "I also figured if your people are dumb enough to go chasing Chilton's empty promises, then you might as well be useful to me."

"Useful?" asked Clem.

"You already broke the roadblock and screwed up my plans, so you can't mess things any worse for me. But, if your people and others chasing Chilton's carrot on a stick manage to thin those awful things out a little in Titusville, it'll make it easier for Howard and I to loot the area after the dust settles. So, I just thought I'd come by and point you in the right direction."

Clem scowled in response to the woman's wicked smile. "Well I guess you can go now," said the girl as she turned for the door.

"One more thing," said Rhonda. "You mentioned bags breaking on you the day before."

"So?"

"I just thought I'd let you know." Rhonda paused for a moment. "There might still be some extra plastic bins inside that gas station. If you don't want to lose everything this time, I'd take one."

"Maybe we will." Clem turned around only to find Rhonda was already darting across the street. Uninterested in pursuing further conversation with the woman anyway, Clem headed back into the Brave.

"So, what did she want?" asked Sarah.

"Mostly to be an asshole," griped Clem.

The girls readied themselves for their departure, eating breakfast quickly and tending to Omid's needs before setting out their equipment. Clementine double checked everything they had, wanting to be absolutely certain it was all in working order for their expedition today. Leaving Valkaria, the Brave was forced to stop at the roadblock.

"Open up," ordered Tanner from outside. Clem unlocked the door and in came the man, the same shotgun from the first meeting still clutched in his hands, and Deacon tepidly following behind him.

"I guess now that you got your tire fixed, you're leaving?" asked Tanner.

"No sir, we're going to get things for Chilton," answered Clem.

"For Chilton? Don't tell me you two think you could ever scrounge up enough to possibly impress her." Tanner chuckled to himself.

"Why not?" asked Clem. "We got all this."

"I've been meaning to ask you about that," said Tanner as he took a step closer to Clem. "How is it a couple of kids like you have stumbled upon so much?"

"Well, someone else found the RV for us, sir," stuttered a nervous Sarah from the driver's seat. "And—"

"And you can ask Chilton tomorrow how we got it," said Clem as she crossed her arms. "Because we'll tell her once we get back tonight with a ton of stuff she could use."

"Oh you will?" barked Tanner. "You think you can just go out there and bring back a handful of crap, and Chilton will just let you rotten brats into Paradise?"

"It'll be more than a handful, and it won't be crap," retorted Clem.

"It doesn't matter what it is! Chilton's offer is only for the people Chilton said it's for, and you're not one of them!"

"Yes we are," said Clem. "She gave me a letter yesterday to do this."

"She…" Tanner suddenly went silent, looking confused. "She did?"

"It's in the bedroom. I'll go get it." Clem headed into the bedroom and retrieved Chilton's letter laying on the dresser. As she turned back to the door, she saw Omid trying to climb out of his crib again. "Don't worry OJ," whispered Clem. "You're not going to have to stay here much longer." Clem strolled right up to a fuming Tanner. "Here it—"

Tanner snatched the paper and immediately eyed the top. Reading Clementine's name at the top, the man gritted his teeth, seemingly ready to explode with anger. Instead, he tossed the paper aside and headed for the door. "Do inventory while I get the damn gate," barked Tanner as he sped out of the Brave.

"Wow, you got him even madder than usual," noted a nervous Deacon as he removed a notebook from his pocket.

"We… we didn't do anything though," stuttered Sarah.

"Who cares?" dismissed Clem. "Let him be mad. We've got a lot of work to do."

"So, you're serious about trying to scavenge stuff for Chilton?" asked Deacon. "Because I gotta make a list of everything you got before you leave if you are."

"Everything?" asked Clem.

"Well, all the food, bullets, and medicine. Anything you can use up I guess. Chilton said she's not really worried about the rest."

"Most of our food is in the closet." Clem pulled the door open and motioned for Deacon to inspect it.

"Wow, you got a ton of these freeze-dried ice creams," noted the young man as he counted them out before scribbling something in his notebook. "Is there any food in the fridge?"

"Just a couple of containers of baby formula," answered Sarah.

"Medicine?" asked Deacon as he exited the closet.

"In the bathroom." Clem brought Deacon to the cupboard under the sink.

"Is this the only prescription stuff you got?" he said as he looked at a small orange pill bottle.

"It's some painkillers," said Clem. "Is it bad we don't have more?"

"I don't think it's good or bad, Chilton just wanted me to write down the names on these kinds of bottles," said Deacon as he scribbled on his notepad. "And what about the bullets?"

"In the cupboard." Clem left the bathroom and opened a cupboard, revealing the neatly stacked ammo inside.

"Man, you do have a lot of bullets," said Deacon as he counted the various boxes.

"So, should we not bring back anything we already have?" asked Clem.

"You can bring back whatever you want, the list is to make sure you don't just drive down the road, pack up a bunch of stuff you already had in a box and say you went out and got it," explained Deacon.

"That sounds like something Rhonda would do," grumbled Clem.

"But wait, why can't we just give Chilton this stuff?" asked Sarah. "We did scavenge most of it, just not today."

"Well what you get today is all Chilton wants," said Deacon. "It's getting harder to find certain things, so Chilton figures the best scavenger is the one who could go out right now and bring back a haul before nightfall," explained Deacon.

"Is anyone else going out today?" asked Sarah.

"This one guy and his brother headed south first thing this morning, saying they were going to mop up around the resorts on the other side of the river. And this one older guy is getting ready to head west by himself, said he was going to check out some smaller towns off the beaten path. Tanner's worried every blue coat is gonna run out on him before lunch just to try and win Chilton's contest."

"What about you?" asked Clem. "You still don't want to try?"

"I told you yesterday, I wouldn't even know where to start," shrugged Deacon.

"You could come with us today." Deacon looked at Clem, surprised by that comment. "You could help us."

"No, I… I couldn't do that," said Deacon as he looked at his notebook.

"It's dangerous, but if you're careful you could do it," assured Clem.

"Yeah, even I can do it once you know how," added Sarah.

"And we could show you how to—"

"I said I couldn't," insisted Deacon. "I… I don't want to go out there." Clem noticed Deacon was shaking now.

"Okay," said Clem. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," said Deacon as he pocketed his notebook, taking a breath as he did so. "Well, I guess I'll tell Tanner you're good to go."

"Wait," said Clem. "Do you know anything about a gas station with a kangaroo sign?"

"I think I heard someone say there's something like that near Port Saint John," said Deacon. "I think Patty's been there a couple of times to get gas, and I'm pretty sure Rhonda has been too. Anything else?"

"No. Thanks Deacon," said Clem. "For everything."

"Yeah, thanks," said Sarah with a smile.

"I don't think I did all that much, but you're welcome." Deacon walked out of the RV, but stopped after he moved off the bottom step. "You… you two be careful," he said. "I'd hate to think anything happens to you, or your baby."

"We'll be careful," assured Clem.

The young man left the RV and the Brave moved past the roadblock. Traveling north on the interstate, Clem slipped a CD into Brave's stereo and kicked back as 'Born to be Wild' started playing.

"This one again?" asked a disappointed Sarah.

"It's a good song," insisted Clem.

"Maybe the first five times," mumbled Sarah. "Can't we at least skip to the second song?"

"No way," smirked Clem.

"Fine, but I get to choose the music on the way back."

"You can choose whatever you want on the way back," promised Clem. "I'll be too busy getting ready for Paradise to notice."

The Brave made good time now that it's flat had been fixed and Clem was relieved the odd flopping sound she heard before was gone now. Somewhere around when 'Rocket Man' started playing, Clem spotted a tall sign in the distance with a kangaroo on it that towered over everything else. Realizing that they were nearing their destination, Clem killed the music and signaled Sarah to stop at the sign. Pulling up under it, Clem saw it was indeed a gas station, and she could see a couple of curved metal tubes sticking out of the holes for the fuel tanks.

"Get your raincoat," said Clem as she got up from her seat.

"You want me to check it out?" asked Sarah as she shut off the Brave.

"We're both checking it out," said Clem as she put her respirator on. "Rhonda told me about this place, so we need to make sure it's not some kind of trap before we start getting diesel out of it."

The pair geared up, donned their raincoats, and burst outside. It was a warm morning and the area was dead quiet, the girls frantic footsteps and the churning of the nearby river the only things breaking the silence. Sarah deployed the telescope while Clementine made a thorough survey of the gas station for anything dangerous.

There was no food of course, but she did locate a single red plastic bin near the entrance. It wasn't as dirty as the surrounding area, which made Clementine suspicious of it. She very carefully used her tomahawk to flip the lid and then took a few steps back as she did. Nothing happened, and peering inside, Clem saw the container was empty. Scouring the rest of the long since looted gas station provided nothing of interest, so Clem went back outside.

"Did you see anything?" asked Clem as she approached the Brave.

"A couple of birds in a tree, that's it," said Sarah as she climbed down the RV's ladder. "Should I pull the Brave up to the gas tanks?"

"Not yet." Clem moved to the tanks in question, approaching the nearest one. The metal tubes sticking out of the opened tanks looked like faucets on a sink, and just below the improv faucets were round sections with a handle attached to them.

"This must be the hand pump," said Clem as she examined the device.

"Do you think it works?" asked Sarah.

Clem put her hand on the handle and started turning it. It was a somewhat heavy handle and churning it was strenuous, but after several seconds of effort there was a sputtering noise and a bit of brown liquid shot out of the pipe.

"It'd probably just be easier to use our pump," realized Sarah.

Clem looked at the small mess of spilled fuel and inched closer to it.

"What are you doing?" asked Sarah.

"Making sure there's nothing wrong with this," said Clem as she pulled back her respirator. Sniffing the spilled substance caused Clem to almost immediately gag and she fell backwards as she gasped for air.

"Clem? What's wrong with it?" asked Sarah.

"Nothing," choked Clem between breaths. "It just smells like diesel, which is horrible…"

"What did you think it was going to smell like?"

"I don't know, I just keep expecting something to happen," explained Clem as she put her respirator back on. "If Rhonda told me about this place, it can only be because there was something bad here waiting for us."

"Maybe she was just trying to help us?"

"No. She told me the reason she wanted us to know about this gas station was because we would kill more walkers for her and Howard if we went back to Titusville."

"Well then, what are you worried about?" shrugged Sarah. "You know why she told you about the gas station then."

"It's just… she was acting really weird this morning," said Clem. "We should get this over with as fast as we can, just in case she did have something planned for us."

Sarah drove the Brave up to the open gas tanks and the pair worked quickly to set up the generator and their pump to start harvesting diesel. Sarah also used the hand pump to siphon a can of gasoline, which spared them the hassle of shaking out their pump's hoses of excess diesel that could contaminate the gas when they switched tanks.

"Maybe we should just get enough diesel to fill the Brave's gas tank," suggested Clem as she measured out fuel stabilizer in a cup.

"What? We always need more diesel," dismissed Sarah as she changed out the hose to an empty fuel can.

"Not after today," said Clem as she poured stabilizer into a fuel can. "Once we're done today, we're not going to have to do this anymore." Clem looked over at Sarah and noticed an unsettled look in her eyes. "You don't believe me."

"I didn't say that," said Sarah.

"But you're thinking it."

Sarah groaned. "I don't know," shrugged the older girl. "This stuff you tell me about Paradise and that letter you showed me, it just doesn't seem right."

"Not right? Sarah, this place is amazing," insisted Clem. "It's beautiful, and safe, and there's food. I thought you'd be excited."

"It just reminds me of Shaffer's, again. There's a better place with more food, but only the people who are 'useful' get to stay there? That doesn't seem right."

"They don't force people to work or lock them up like Shaffer's. And they don't have enough for everyone, so they can't let everyone stay there."

"They can't even let kids stay there?" challenged Sarah. "Kids with a baby?"

"They'll let us stay if I get enough stuff today, and that's worth the risk."

"Is it? I think you're right about the people here not knowing that you can get past lurkers by smelling like them, so why don't we just tell Chilton about it right now? She'd probably let us stay there if we did."

"She probably wouldn't believe us."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do," insisted Clem. "Almost everyone in Valkaria just treats me like a stupid kid. Tanner didn't even understand why we had guns and bullets, because we're just kids. If we told someone there about the smell, they probably wouldn't believe us, because we're 'just kids."

"Maybe, but—"

"Or they would tell people it was their idea, or use it to get a bunch more stuff than us, and then no one would listen we we said it was our idea first, because we're kids. I mean, if I had told Deacon, and he had told some of those other people he's with, I bet they would have gone out and got a bunch of stuff, more than us because they're bigger. And then they'd get into Paradise, not us."

"I… I didn't think about that," admitted Sarah.

"Yeah. But if we're the only ones who know about the smell, we can get more stuff than anyone today because we can go where no one else can, then Chilton will have to let us stay in Paradise."

Sarah sighed. "We're just kids, why do adults always expect us to do as much as them, or more? We're still learning, and growing. Shouldn't they be helping us?"

"Chilton told me we had to 'prove' ourselves."

"Why?" asked Sarah.

"She said something about how people wouldn't mind us if they knew we were exceptional."

"That's stupid," said Sarah. "Only exceptional kids should be safe? That's just like Shaffer's."

"It's not as bad as Shaffer's," reasoned Clem. "And once we get this over with, we'll be okay."

"I don't know. I didn't like staying at Shaffer's after I found out about how they treated people. I don't think I would like staying at Valkaria that much either."

"You just haven't seen the island yet, you'll like it, it's really great."

"It doesn't matter how great the island is," said Sarah. "If people there don't care about kids, then they probably wouldn't care if something bad happened to us, or Omid, and that worries me."

"Nowhere's perfect Sarah, especially not now," retorted Clem.

"I don't think you have to be perfect to care about kids," retorted Sarah.

"Sarah, do you think anyone would just help us for no reason?"

"Walter and Matthew did. They didn't have a whole island, and they gave everyone food, and let us stay with them."

"Well, yeah, but—"

"And Christa helped me and you despite not knowing us, and you said Omid's dad did too, just because they were good people."

"They were really good people, but—"

"And you said Lee helped you, just because he wanted to." Clem was surprised to hear that name again. "I'm… I'm sorry," said Sarah, noticing the younger girl's reaction.

"It's okay," assured Clem as she turned away.

"It's just—"

"It's just that it's not right people don't care more about kids anymore," finished Clem as she thought on Sarah's observation. "But most people don't Sarah, so we got to do this so we can finally stay somewhere safe."

"I just don't know if I want to stay somewhere like that," said Sarah. "Tanner sends Deacon out to do dangerous things first without teaching him and you said Chilton wants us to 'prove' ourselves because people living there might not like kids staying on the island if they're not exceptional. I don't think that would be a good place to raise Omid."

"But what would be a good place?" asked Clem. "Maybe Valkaria isn't a good place, but it's gotta be better for OJ than just living in an RV, where he can't even go outside because we don't know if it's safe."

Sarah took a breath. "That's true."

"And some people in Valkaria probably care about kids," said Clem. "I met this really nice fisherman on the island who said he was telling Chilton that kids should just stay in Paradise no matter what, including Deacon."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And if you and I lived there, maybe we could help make it better?"

"Us?" asked Sarah.

"Why not? You make OJ's life better. And you make my life better, every day." Even with the respirator on, Clem could tell Sarah was smiling at her.

"You saved my life, lots of times, and made it better too." Sarah's warm words touched Clem's heart and chased away any lingering ugliness from their argument.

"And since we won't have to worry about food or people hurting us all the time anymore, we could just make things better for people anytime we're not making things better for each other."

"I'd… I really like that," professed Sarah.

"It's what's going to happen Sarah," assured Clem. "It's what we've been working for all this time. And the sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be there. We'll get a ton great stuff, Chilton will let us stay on the island, and then she'll tell everyone about the walker smell, they'll get all the stuff she needs to build what she's planning, and we'll just get to live our lives again, together, with OJ, in paradise."

Sarah looked at the electric pump sitting next to her, then shut it off. "We got more than enough to fill the Brave's tank."

"Great." The girls worked with great haste; stowing the generator, emptying out the hoses, fueling the Brave with the filled diesel cans. As Sarah went to retrieve the telescope from on top of the Brave, Clementine returned to the gas station. She picked up the empty plastic bin she spotted earlier and looked it over. It felt sturdy and was bigger than her backpack. Returning to the Brave, she saw it was just the right size for some of the storage bins lining the RV.

"Clem?" called Sarah from the Brave's roof.

"Yeah?" asked Clem as she looked up.

"Someone's coming."

Clem immediately dropped the plastic bin, pressed herself up against the RV, and pulled her gun. "Who… who is it?"

"I don't know," said Sarah as she grabbed the telescope.

"Sarah, get down here!"

"Wait, I think—"

"Let's just go, before they get here!"

"It's just a lurker."

Clem breathed a sigh of relief and her arms seemed to fall to her sides as her heart slowed down. "They must have heard the generator or something."

"How many?"

"Just the one, and moving slow. We'll probably be long gone before they get here." Clementine moved past the side of the RV and spotted the distant figure shuffling down the road.

"Actually, maybe we should use them."

"Use them?" asked Sarah as she moved to the edge of the Brave.

"It's been a while since we put any walker stuff on our raincoats. We should do that now just to be safe."

Clem collected some rubber gloves from inside the Brave and took Sarah's raincoat, opting to freshen both coats while the older girl finished preparing the Brave for its departure. With the rubber gloves on, Sarah's raincoat grasped in one hand, and her tomahawk in the other, Clementine marched the distance down the road to confront the lone walker.

Closing the gap with the walker, Clementine tossed Sarah's raincoat aside and gripped her tomahawk with both hands. As Clem moved to the left of its path, she noticed this particular walker was moving slower than usual. It kept stumbling forward, struggling not to fall over as it dragged one of its legs across the asphalt.

Gradually and very clumsily staggering past Clem, the girl swung her tomahawk at the walker's good ankle and it fell onto its side and rolled onto its back. It made a pitiful gurgling noise before Clementine drove her tomahawk's knife end into the walker's eye socket. The walker became silent, and Clem dragged Sarah's raincoat closer to the corpse.

Looking at the dead walker, Clem could see she was, or used to be, a young woman, likely around Patty's age. She had a shaved head and was wearing a vest with lots of pockets on it. Her pant legs were drenched in huge patches of dried blood where teeth clearly had ripped through her legs. Her right arm was missing and all that remained of it was a short chunk of bone surrounded by rotten flesh attached at the shoulder.

Checking the vest, Clem found a few loose items, like a multi-tool and an empty plastic container that looked like it had been designed to hold bullets. The person's pockets revealed a small handgun. Opening up the pistol, she saw a single bullet in one of the chambers, but removing it revealed it to be a spent shell. Reading the bottom of the casing revealed the gun didn't use nine-millimeters, so Clem tossed it aside.

Noticing the backpack straps, Clementine rolled the corpse onto its side and checked it next, finding a few more tools that Clem already had in the Brave and an empty water bottle. Looking away from the backpack, Clem was disturbed to see a gunshot wound on the back of the person's head.

Clem was confused at first, wondering how this person could become a walker with a gunshot in their head, but careful examination revealed the mark was where the neck met the skull, meaning the shot missed the brain. And rolling the corpse back on its back, Clem couldn't find an entrance wound, and remembering the gun's one spent bullet, Clem surmised this person must have put the gun in their own mouth to stop themselves from becoming a walker, and failed.

Even with its one remaining eye covered in a white film, Clem still felt like the corpse was staring at her, so she tossed Sarah's raincoat over the its face. After rolling up the walker's shirt to reveal their already torn open midsection, Clem worked quickly to grab a few loose strands of rotten flesh and started smearing them on their raincoats.

Even with the respirator and the rubber gloves on, Clementine still found it a disgusting task. The odd loose feeling of the flesh in her grip and the subtle but sickening noise it made as she dragged it across the raincoat. And even with the walker's face covered, Clementine couldn't help feeling that eye staring at her through the raincoat.

Putting her own raincoat back on, Clementine grabbed Sarah's and pulled it off the walker's head, revealing an icy blue eye that moved in the corpse's eye socket to look right at the girl. Clem dropped the raincoat and scurried backwards, her heart beating against her chest as she pulled her gun. Clem aimed her shaking pistol at the corpse, expecting it to rise up from its place on the pavement, but it remained motionless.

Managing to catch her breath, Clem approached the body, her gun aimed at its head, and discovered nothing out of the ordinary. The blue eye she thought she saw wasn't there, just one covered in the same white film all the walkers had. Quickly checking the immediate area for threats, Clem found none and placed her gun back in its holster.

Looking down at the dead woman, Clem suddenly felt uncomfortable just leaving her lying in the middle of the road. The girl grabbed the body under her arms and dragged her to the shoulder, moving her to a shaded spot under a palm tree. She then pulled the dead woman's eyelids down, concealing her eye and the wound Clem had made in the other eye socket. The girl then hurried back towards Brave, eager to be done with the dead for good.

"Everything go okay?" asked Sarah as Clem climbed into the Brave.

"Fine," said Clem in a quiet voice as she folded the raincoat and put it in the fridge.

"I found this red plastic box outside," said Sarah. "I put it in the Brave, thinking—"

"We could use it. I know, that's why I grabbed it," said Clem as she took her own raincoat off. "It probably won't break like a bag."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," said Sarah as Clementine stored her raincoat. "Oh, and I saw something else before I put the telescope up."

"What?" asked an anxious Clem as she approached Sarah.

"I think I saw Rhonda's boat out on the river."

Clementine scowled. "She said she wasn't going to do this. She lied."

"Well, I—"

"That must be why she told us to come here, to waste our time so she could get a head start, and get all the good stuff before we did!"

"Clem, calm down," said Sarah. "We needed diesel anyway. And I don't know if she was going anywhere, or if it was even her boat. It was just sorta sitting out there, not moving."

"Well let's get to Titusville already," said Clem as she sat down in the passenger's seat. "Before—" A distant rumbling startled Clem and the girls watched closely as something was fast approaching from the south road.

"Let's get out of here!" Clem's order was met by the sound of the Brave starting and the parking brake clicking off. As the RV moved away from the gas station, Clem could see what was approaching; it was a stylish black motorcycle with someone in leather riding on it.

"Is that Patty?" The girls watched as the bike swerved into the station and stopped by the makeshift gas pumps. Looking at the small trailer hitched to the back of the motorcycle and the red hair of its owner as she took off her helmet, it became clear this was the surly mechanic they had met from before. "What's she doing here?"

"Probably the same thing we're doing here," said Clem as she watched Patty remove a gas can from her small trailer. "Let's go, before anyone else shows up."