Patty's irritable glare cut right through Clementine, filling the girl with dread.

"Well?" asked the woman. "You gonna tell me what I did to deserve this?"

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," stuttered Clem.

"Don't play dumb, we both know you're upset with me," said Patty.

"I… did Sarah tell you?" asked Clem.

"Tell me what? It's obvious. You've been clamming up anytime I go near you lately and today you volunteer to come with me just so you can stare at me like I'm gonna try something any minute." Clem felt herself growing sick upon hearing how easily Patty saw through her. "Jesus, would you stop looking at me like I'm going to bite you? I just want to know why you're acting like this around me. What did I do wrong? Telling me that is the least you could do considering all the food I've been bringing you."

Clem sighed to herself and looked away. "It bothered me that you brought that gun into the RV, even though I told you to leave them outside."

"What, when?"

"When you got propane for us."

"Really? That was like a week ago."

"Why did you do it?"

"I told you, I just forgot about it."

"What about the first time you came into the RV, outside of Valkaria," said Clem. "You told us you didn't have any guns then, but did you?"

Patty groaned. "Yeah, I had the one in my sock."

"Did you forget about it?"

"No."

"So you lied to us."

Patty shrugged. "Sorry, but I felt a little nervous about stepping into an RV full of people I didn't know unarmed. Hell, I feel a little nervous about going anywhere unarmed these days. I mean, don't you? Isn't that why you and Sarah have guns?"

"Yeah, because we're afraid of what other people will do with their guns."

"That's… a good point," conceded Patty. "Look, I'm sorry about bringing a gun into your RV. It was an accident last time and I'm sorry about lying to you that first time. I didn't want any trouble, I was just trying to keep safe. I'll be sure to put all my guns up in the future before I come in."

"What about you knife?" asked Clem.

"Well, if you're worried about it, I…" Patty suddenly looked right at Clem. "How do you know I have a knife?"

"I…" Patty was staring at Clem now, which just led Clem to assume her guilt was obvious at this point. "I went through your jacket when you were in the shower."

"After you saw I had that other gun on me," concluded Patty.

"I'm sorry, but it really bothered me, and I was worried about what else you weren't telling us about," said Clem.

"I didn't tell you about it because I didn't think it was a big deal." Clem tensed up as Patty removed a switchblade from her jacket. She pressed the button, extending the blade, then set it on the counter. "Take a closer look, it's dull as hell."

Clem slowly picked up the knife and examined it carefully with her light. It was hard to tell just by looking at it, but it definitely appeared worn. Just dragging the blade across the counter top, Clem was surprised by how much effort it was taking to make even a shallow mark.

"I use it mostly for prying things open and cutting cheap plastic," said Patty. "The only time I'd ever use it in a fight is if I'm out of bullets, and even then I might favor my bare hands."

"Why not get a new knife?" asked Clem as she carefully pushed the blade back into the handle.

"I guess you could say that one has sentimental value," said Patty. "I've had it since I was fourteen."

"You should sharpen it then," said Clem as she handed the knife back.

"I don't think there're many knife shops open anymore," said Patty as she pocketed the switchblade.

"You could do it yourself if you have a whetstone."

"Wet stone?"

"It's a stone for sharpening knives," said Clem.

"Really? How?"

"You just put some water on the stone and then drag a knife across it."

"And that sharpens it?"

"Sorta," said Clem. "You gotta get it just right. It took me a lot of practice before it started working, and I still can't get them as sharp as the person who told me about them."

"Huh, well there's something for my todo list," said Patty. "So, is that it? We cool now?"

"I also want to know why you're so excited about finding a pharmacy. And what are all these different medicines you want? And why?"

"Seriously? That's bothering you?"

"A little bit," said Clem.

"Right, forgot you're only ten."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Clem.

"It means your drug education is probably just 'drugs are bad," said Patty. "And rummaging around back here just now probably made me look like the stereotypical scary drug addict D.A.R.E warns kids about."

"Dare?"

"You never heard about D.A.R.E? It's this thing where they spend a week at your school telling you drugs are bad and in the end you have to learn this dumb song, or at least I did at your age," said Patty. "Anyway, you think drugs are bad which makes me bad for looking for them, right?"

"I don't know what to think because I don't know what you want or why," explained Clem. "And that worries me."

"Fair enough. Ask away then and I'll tell the what and the why."

"What did you mean by diet pills?"

"I was looking for any kind of pills that give people a lot of energy," said Patty. "Doctors sometimes give them to people on diets since it makes it easier for them to stay active."

"And what's zan-axe?"

"The opposite of diet pills, basically a really good sleeping pill that makes you feel super relaxed and chilled out."

"Like whiskey?"

Patty gave Clem an odd look. "What do you know about whiskey?"

"I've had it a couple of times."

"Really?" asked a surprised Patty, sounding almost impressed. "And you liked it?"

"Yeah, although I felt really bad the morning after I drank it the second time."

"Bad how?"

"My stomach hurt, and my head hurt even worse, and I was throwing up, and everything was really loud and too bright."

"You had a hangover."

"Hangover?"

"It's what happens when you drink too much."

"It was horrible; I thought I was dying."

"Yeah, that's a hangover," said Patty. "Why were you drinking?"

"It… made me feel good."

"I'll be damned, a ten-year-old who likes to party," said Patty with a smile.

"Party?"

"It means you like to do drugs to have a good time," said Patty. "You and Sarah don't do anything else do you?"

"Well, she gave me a painkiller once."

"Whoa, wait, you've been taking painkillers?" asked a concerned Patty.

"After…" Clem winced. "After Valkaria."

"Oh…"

"It hurt so bad, so Sarah gave me a pill and it made me feel better."

"Killed the pain, just like it said, right?"

"Pretty much, it still hurt a little, but it was much better than before," said Clem. "Not like the antibiotics Christa gave me for my arm, those didn't make me feel any better."

"That's what I meant when I said good meds, they're the ones that make you feel a lot better, and fast," said Patty. "But they can be dangerous too. You know how too much whiskey gave you a hangover?"

"Yeah."

"Too many painkillers could make you feel a lot worse, and you won't just get better the next day," warned Patty. "So don't take those to have fun."

"So are you looking for medicine to make you feel better?" asked Clem. "Or to have fun, like the whiskey?"

"I wouldn't mind drinking some whiskey and having a good time," said Patty with a smirk. "But I was looking more for stuff to take the edge off every now and then."

"Edge?"

"Running out every day into God knows what to look for food, just to come back to lock myself in whatever building we happen to park next to that day. It…" Patty took a breath. "It gets to me sometimes. Does it never get to you? I mean, you looked so bored earlier when were checking out the town."

"I guess I've checked so many towns I just find it boring now," shrugged Clem.

"Damn," said Patty. "Well, I hope I get used to it eventually."

"I don't think you ever totally get used it to," admitted Clem. "But after a while, certain parts get easier."

"I hope so," said Patty. "So, anything else about me worrying you?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you: Did you mean it when you said you'd kill Rhonda for us?" Patty seemed surprised by this question. "Would you really have done that?"

"If you wanted me to I might have," admitted Patty. "I already hated the bitch, but after what you told me, about her setting you up and what they did to you…" A vindictive look gripped Patty's face as she trailed off. "That woman deserved to die."

"Yeah, she did," Clem said to herself. "But have you ever killed someone before?" Patty turned away from Clem. "You can tell me. It's wrong to kill, but sometimes, something even worse can happen if you don't do it."

Patty took a deep breath. "I… I killed two people when Miami was under martial law," spoke the woman in a pained voice. "Both times it… just kinda happened."

"Wuh… why did it happen?" asked a sympathetic Clementine.

"One time was self-defense, no question," said Patty with a hint of anger. "The other time… I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I mean, I don't know if I had to kill him or not," spoke a nervous Patty. "But I knew if I didn't and things went bad, I would have regretted it a lot more than killing him." Patty looked up at Clem, the guilt in her eyes filling the girl with sorrow. "I don't expect you to understand, but—"

"I understand," spoke Clem in a quiet voice.

"Really? Without me even telling you what happened?" Clem nodded weakly at Patty. "Wait, you haven't—"

"Like I said, sometimes you have to, or something even worse will happen," recited Clem in a quiet voice.

"Oh God. I know you and Sarah had been on your own for a while, but I was kinda hoping… I'm so sorry."

"And I'm sorry for asking you about it," said Clementine. "It's such a horrible feeling. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Yeah, well, I get you being worried about maybe hanging out with a killer," spoke Patty in a weary voice. "Anything else?"

"No, that's it," Clem sighed. "I'm sorry for the way I acted around you."

Patty shrugged. "I'm kind of used to it."

"That doesn't make it right," said Clem. "I mean, aren't you mad at me?"

"I wouldn't say I'm mad. I do feel a little put out that I'm always going out alone to get things for you guys. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm really grateful for you saving me, and I know you two have Omid to take care of, and are only kids yourself, but still, I do feel like I'm being taken for granted sometimes."

"I… I might have been taking you for granted," admitted Clem. "I don't even thank you most of the time."

"You can thank me right now," suggested Patty with a smirk, which prodded a smile out of Clem.

"Thanks Patty, for everything."

"Thanks for saving my life," answered the woman.

"And maybe we can take turns looking for food instead of you always doing it."

"What? I don't want you and Sarah coming out here," said Patty. "I know I said I wouldn't treat you like a kid, but sending out a ten-year-old on her own just because I'm scared would make me a supremely shitty person, even if she was one as kick-ass as you."

Clem couldn't stop herself from smirking at Patty's 'kick-ass' comment. "Well, what if I just went with you then?" suggested Clem. "I said I wanted to help you before, so maybe I just should."

"It would be nice to have someone watching my back," said Patty. "And tossing houses went a lot faster with you today."

"Then I'll come with you when you go to look for food from now on."

"I don't know. I mean, I know you're good at this stuff, but it's not just getting killed or hurt you gotta be afraid of out here."

"What else should I be afraid of?"

"Well…" Patty looked aside. "Did your parents or anyone ever tell you about…"

"About what?"

"Well… do you know what the word sex means?"

"Christa told me it's something people can do to make babies," said Clem. "And Sarah looked it up in the encyclopedia. It sounded gross so I didn't read much, but I think it's like when a boy sticks his thing in a girl's thing."

"That's the basic idea. Did Christa tell you anything else or—"

"She told me when someone wants sex so bad they force someone else to do it, it's called rape," recited Clem in a detached voice.

"Oh hell." Patty sighed. "It's terrible you know that, but it's probably good she told you."

"I know what a pedophile is too," added Clem. "This one guard at this place they were keeping us liked searching me for weapons because he'd get to touch me, and offered me food so he could get me away from everyone. I would have taken it if someone hadn't warned me not to."

"Jesus…"

"And this boy named Mick tried to force Sarah to kiss him once."

"Well, then you both know why I wouldn't want a couple of pretty girls going out if they don't have to," said Patty.

"You're a pretty girl too," reminded Clem.

"Thanks for noticing," smirked Patty. "But that's one more risk I really feel like I should take so you two don't have to."

"If things go faster when there are two of us, then that means there's less risk if we worked together," reasoned Clem. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you either, and I want to make it up to you for how I acted."

"If you want to watch my back, I'd appreciate that, but don't be doing this just because you feel bad," said Patty. "We haven't known each other that long so I get you being suspicious; I have suspicions of my own."

"About me?" asked Clem. "Do you not trust me?"

"I mostly trust you," shrugged Patty.

"Mostly?"

"Well, I don't know if I completely trust anyone," admitted Patty. "You and Sarah both seem like good kids, but sometimes I do worry I'm gonna wake up and find out you guys just took off without me one night."

"We wouldn't do that," assured Clem.

"I figure you probably wouldn't, but lately, with you giving me the cold shoulder, I did start to wonder. Probably like how seeing that gun made you wonder about me." Clem cringed when Patty mentioned that. "Don't fret over it. It's good that you don't trust easy, especially nowadays."

"Even if it means treating people bad?" asked a dubious Clem.

"You didn't treat me all that bad really, and any halfway decent person would understand hurt feelings are a small risk for keeping yourself safe," assured Patty. "There's a lot of shitty people out there, and some of them are really good at hiding it."

"Are you really not mad at me?" asked Clem in disbelief. "Even though I thought you were someone bad after helping us a bunch?"

"You may have thought I was pulling a long con," shrugged Patty.

"Long con?" asked Clem.

"That's when you go out of your way to get someone to trust you, just so you can take something from them later."

Clem thoughts drifted to the man on the radio. As she recalled all the long conversations they had over many lonely nights, the girl found herself seething as she remembered it was all a lie meant to trick her.

"I… I'm guessing you do know what a long con is, even if you didn't know what it's called."

Clem looked up at Patty. "Is it that obvious?"

"Pretty obvious," said the woman. "If you don't want people knowing what you're thinking, you should really work on your poker face."

"Poker face?"

"It's the face you put on so no one knows what you're really thinking."

"How do I do that?"

"Play poker with me sometime and I'll show you," said Patty with a smile. "Sound good?"

"Yeah, it does," said Clem.

"And speaking of good sounds, I think it's stopped raining."

Clem listened closely. "Wow, I didn't even notice."

"And that means we can finally leave."

"You don't want to look for good meds?"

"There's not even any vanilla over the counter cold medicine back here," said Patty as she stood up. "I don't know what happened to this place, but it's pretty clear whoever used to be here cleared it out when they left. Why don't we just head home?"

"Okay."

The pair hopped the counter and working together, retrieved the ladder from the other side of the barricade. Leaving the pharmacy, Clem looked out on the disorganized and often empty shelves dimly lit by lantern light. There wasn't a speck of food to be found, but passing by the sporting goods section, Clem spotted at least one thing she wanted to take.

"Whoa, where are you going?" asked Patty. "I thought we were calling it quits."

"We are, but as long we're here." Clem grabbed a bright red helmet with a yellow stripe running down the middle and matching stars on each side. "If I'm going to be riding on your bike, I should have my own helmet." Clem slipped the headwear on, pleased that it seemed to fit snugly even with her hat on. "Does it look good?"

"Eh, it's okay," said Patty.

"Only okay?" asked a disappointed Clem.

"Yeah, but we could grab some spray paint from hardware, jazz it up a little."

Patty smiled at Clem, and Clem smiled back. The girl grasped the lantern with both hands and bounded off towards the hardware section. There were tools scattered across the floor and some of the aisles had been converted into crude forts not unlike the pharmacy, but the section for paints had been left relatively undisturbed.

Clementine spent several minutes agonizing over which cans of spray paint to take, debating if gold was too flashy and wondering if she should paint the entire helmet a different color first, then Patty suggested taking a can of every color, pointing out they can always throw away any they don't need later. After that revelation, Clem also made sure to grab several packs of stencils that included everything from simple letters to ordinary shapes to elaborate graphics.

"We should get some cards too," said Clem as she zipped up her pack. "So we can play poker sometime."

"I've already got a pack on my bike," said Patty. "I've been waiting for you to take me up on my offer for like a week now."

"If I hadn't been scared you might be someone bad for the last week we could have already played," realized Clementine.

"You thinking I might be a bad guy is all the more reason you should have played poker with me," said Patty.

"Huh? Why?"

"You ever hear the expression keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer?"

"Yeah," said Clem. "I never understood what it meant though."

"It means if you're worried about someone, you should keep them close and treat them like a friend," said Patty.

"But why?" asked Clem. "Why be nice to someone who is bad?"

"Because, the closer you are to them, the more you'll know about them," said Patty with a devilish smirk. "And the more you know about them, the more likely you'll be ready if they ever try something. Keep your enemies close, and you'll avoid any unpleasant surprises down the road from them.

"I mean, that's why you said you wanted to help me today, to keep an eye on me right?" Clem turned away, feeling embarrassed by her actions. "Hey, don't feel bad about it, that wasn't a bad idea. Your mistake was just kinda springing it on me after avoiding me for so long; it made it obvious what your real plan was. Well, that and saying you actually like going out."

"Actually, I kinda do," said Clem. "It's scary, but it can be sort of exciting too, going somewhere new, you know what I mean?"

"Not really, I just want to get this over with," said Patty. "Speaking of which, you ready to head back?"

"I guess so. I don't need any more stuff, and we probably won't find any food here."

"Great, let's—"

"Although," said Clem. "We never checked the back."

"Come on, what are the odds we'll finally find something there?"

"Actually, in the big stores I've checked, there can still be stuff in the back even when the front is empty," said Clem.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Like… all the time?"

"Not always, but since we're already here…"

"Yeah, it's worth checking. Plus, we've made enough noise by now where if there was anyone here, dead or alive, they'd coming out to greet us by now."

Patty pulled her shotgun from her back and Clem gripped her pistol. The pair navigated through the desolate store and located the nearest door that led into the back where inventory would be stored. After already confirming the rest of the building was empty, Clem was feeling more at ease, but looking at Patty, she could see the woman was still nervous about exploring yet another dark room.

"Don't be scared," encouraged Clem. "There's no one here. Like you said, they would have come out to find us if there was."

"Yeah, I know that," said Patty. "But I can't help thinking, what if there's someone left back there anyway?"

"I doubt it," said Clem. "If there was someone left they'd probably have fixed the alarms in the parking lot. And they'd probably put buckets out to catch the rain. Also, everything in here looks kind of dusty, like no has touched any of it in a long time."

"Huh…" Patty lowered her shotgun. "Yeah, those are good points. But still, what if all their bodies are stacked up in there, or—"

"I'll go first." Clem headed for the door but felt Patty's hand on her shoulder tugging her backwards.

"I'll do it, Just… just give me a minute." Patty took a breath, raised her shotgun, and charged through the door. Clem watched as the woman's flashlight swung from one side to the other along with her gun. Patty then motioned for Clem to follow and the girl sprung past the threshold.

There was little to see in the back; stacks of cheap plastic items, some empty pallets that likely once had food long ago, and several abandoned handcarts and industrial strength dollies strewn about this dark room. It was disappointing but not unexpected. Clem was ready to tell Patty they should leave when she spotted a faint light on the other side of the room. Turning her head, Clem could see a warm orange glow creeping in through a series of cracks running against a wall on the far side of the room.

"That must be where the trucks went to drop off stuff." Growing nearer, Clem could see the loading doors clearly now and realized the light she saw was the sun shining in through the narrow slits. "We can probably get back outside through them."

"Sounds good to me." Patty slung her shotgun over her shoulder and walked with Clem towards the other end of the room. The girl kept a look out for any forgotten morsels of food as she walked, but her light seemed to only fall on boxes of defunct cell phones, uninflated pool toys, and books with long subtitles that talked about things that didn't exist anymore.

"Whoa…" Clem turned her head and saw Patty looking up at the nearest loading door.

"What is it?" asked Clem as she moved her lantern closer. "Did you see…" Clem went silent as she saw what was on the door. Photos, of all kinds and types, taped to the metal. Long and intricate handwritten notes carefully adhered near the top. Driver's licenses and other id's placed above half a dozen names all written in paint. And in big green letters at the top was the word 'JACKSONVILLE'.

"Dear Andrew," said Patty as she read one of the notes taped to the door. "I stayed here as long as I could, hoping to find you, but our food is running out and even if we can't agree where to go, we've all agreed we must leave. I've decided to go with the Chaplins to Jacksonville. Jill has friends in the Navy there, and said they have enough military bases and ships there to fight whatever's happening. I'll wait for you there as long as I possibly can. Love, Trent."

Patty took a step back, seemingly stunned for a moment before turning to Clem. "Didn't… didn't you say Jacksonville was wiped out?"

"The roads were so bad we couldn't even get close to it," reported Clem. "We were barely able to get around it even."

"Did you see any ships?"

"No. The only thing I ever saw through my binoculars were walkers, and lots of them," said Clem.

"Well, I'm guessing Andrew isn't going to find Trent there, or anyone for that matter." Patty studied the door for a moment, then turned to Clem. "Let me borrow one of those spray cans you took."

"Um, okay," said Clem as she turned around. "Why do you want it?"

"We might as well update this wall." Patty removed a can of spray paint from Clem's pack. "That way Trent or whoever sees this doesn't go running off into a dead end… literally." Clem watched as Patty painted a large red X over the word Jacksonville. "Little public service announcement for anyone else who comes this way." Patty wrote 'IS GONE' in big red letters next to the now crossed out Jacksonville.

"Look, there's more on this door." Clem walked to next nearest loading door and held out the lantern. More pictures, more notes, more names, and 'ATLANTA' written above them in green paint. Clem carefully studied the list of who was leaving and their photos, looking for any familiar names or faces while Patty honed in on the piece of paper with the most writing on it.

"The Center for Disease Control is in Atlanta, the government will have extra protection there to keep it safe until they find a cure," read Patty.

"Everyone I knew who had been to Atlanta said to stay away," said Clem.

"Well, let's just pass that info along." Patty painted 'STAY AWAY' above Atlanta. Moving to the next door, Clem looked for anyone she had known amongst the collage of pictures, id's and hastily written names.

"Before the phones went out, someone told me the Army had the city under control." Patty sounded disgusted as she read that. Looking up, Clem saw that this door was labeled 'MIAMI'. "The Army being in control wasn't much of an improvement, and even if it was, they're not there now." Patty wrote 'ARMY GONE' above the word Miami, then wrote 'NO SAFETY' beneath it.

Turning her head, Clem saw there was only one door left. There were more pictures and names, none of which Clem recognized, and written above them was another word in big green letters.

"Mobile?" read Clem. "These people must have just stayed on the move."

"Well let's check the record," said Patty as she studied another note taped to the door. "The others are crazy, crossing the entire state to go to some of the biggest cities in the Southeast, as if everyone there is going to be getting along with each other. There was only a couple dozen of us here and we barely managed to go five months without killing anyone."

"Without killing anyone?" repeated Clem.

"Yeah, I guess despite all the scary crap out front, they worked things out," shrugged Patty.

"Maybe not. If they were going to three different places, and these people were just going to keep moving, they probably didn't get along anymore."

"Nowadays, not killing each other is an accomplishment in itself, and I don't think these people were going to stay on the move," said Patty as she leaned in closer to read the note. "Mobile is at least half the size of those other cities, has major shipyards, and is connected to the Gulf of Mexico. If the government was going to stage a major Navy operation, they'd likely use Mobile."

"So, Mobile is a city?"

"We can also check Pensacola along the way," Patty read. "And if Mobile doesn't work, we can keep going until we reach… New Orleans."

"These people might have been going to New Orleans too?" asked Clem.

"The Mississippi River ends in New Orleans, which connects it to over a dozen more states, giving it major strategic importance to any kind of Navy, Marine or even Coast Guard operation. Our best chance to find rescue is to stick close to the gulf, so that's what we should do. It's what everyone should do…" Patty backed away from the door, a puzzled look on her face.

"Do… do you think they were right?"

"I don't know," shrugged Patty. "Still, I remember soldiers back in Miami bitching about how they were stationed in a city that was 'low priority', and I was always wondering what the high priority cities were, and they did mention New Orleans a lot."

"But what—"

"Clem?" The girl nearly jumped when she heard someone whisper her name in a barely audible voice. "Are you there?"

"We forgot to check in with Sarah," said Patty as she grabbed her radio.

Clem grabbed her own radio and turned up the volume. "We're okay," assured Clem. "We've just been a little… busy."

"Oh, okay," said Sarah. "I'm sorry about calling you, I was just getting worried. I'll let you get back to work."

"Actually, we're pretty much done now," said Patty. "If you could pick us up that'd be great. We'll be next to a big department store, it's right on the highway, you can't miss it. Don't worry about being subtle, this town is dead… I mean, dead in that there's nothing here, not dead like those things are here… because they're not."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I think that's our cue to leave," said Patty as she shook the can of spray paint she was holding. "But before we go, let me just finish updating this wall of possibilities." Clem watched as Patty painted a question mark next to Mobile, then slipped the can of paint back into Clem's pack. "All right, I think we're done here." Patty grabbed hold of a chain hanging near the wall and started pulling on it, raising the loading door.

The light was blinding at first, but as her eyes adjusted, Clem stepped outside and discovered the clouds had passed and the sun was setting now. There was a warm orange glow over the area that bounced off the thin layer of rain that had coated everything. The air outside was very cool and crisp, almost refreshing, and just being outdoors again helped Clem to breathe easier.

"Free at least." Patty quickly ducked under the door, which rolled back in place after she let go of the chain. "It's been a long day."

"Yeah," said Clem as she started walking with Patty. "It has."

"And other than a French Press, a helmet, and some paint and stencils, we're coming home completely empty-handed," noted Patty.

"Yeah, that happens, a lot," shrugged Clem as they rounded a corner and started walking along the side of the building.

"You were right about that pharmacy being empty," said Patty. "I should have just listened to you when you said there was nothing in it. You've been doing this a lot longer than me."

"Yeah, but that's not why I didn't want to go in there. I was just getting scared and wanted to leave," admitted Clem as they reached the front of the store. "Even if it looks like there's going to be nothing, you should still check because sometimes you get lucky."

"Yeah, like finding those old messages just now. At least we know we're not the only ones going to New Orleans," said Patty. "Still, when you were scared earlier, it was because of me, right?"

"Well… yeah," sighed Clem. "I'm really sorry… again."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. I'm sorry for getting worked up about it. Even without you cluing me into some of the shit you've been through, I should have realized you must've had a lot of bad experiences with people to be so afraid of getting help," spoke Patty in an apologetic tone as the pair navigated the parking lot.

"Although, I did want to ask you: If you're so worried about people, why did you save me back in Titusville? I mean, I'm not complaining obviously, but you really stuck your neck out for me. Why?"

"I… I just really didn't want to see anyone else die," confessed Clem. "I've seen so many people die, and I'm so sick of it. When… when I saw you pointing a gun at your head, I just… had to stop it… stop someone from dying for once."

"You thought I was pointing a gun at my head?" asked Patty.

"When you were on the streetlight," said Clem.

"I was just checking if it had any bullets left. I made up my mind a long time ago if those things corner me, I'm going out fighting," said Patty as they finally reached the road. "Still, if you hadn't been there, that would have been it for me, so again… thanks."

Clementine found herself caught off-guard by the gracious look in Patty's eyes. Thinking back to that day, Clem felt sick upon realizing she likely would have left Patty to die had she not thought the woman was about to kill herself. A horrid image of Patty being eaten alive crept into the girl's head and Clem suddenly found herself promising she would never stand by and let someone die if she could help it.

"Here comes Sarah." Patty pointed to a pair of headlights approaching from the highway. "Seeing as you don't like people bringing weapons into your RV, you should know I have this." Patty removed her backpack and opened it to reveal a hand grenade nestled inside. Clem thought it looked like a tiny metal pineapple with a handle and a ring hanging from the top.

"Why'd you bring that?" asked Clem.

"I always bring one of these, in case I get stuck somewhere and need something loud to draw the dead off," explained Patty. "In retrospect, I probably should have brought two with me when I went to Titusville."

"Why didn't you?" asked Clem.

"Because, including this one, I've only got three left," said Patty as she threw the backpack over her shoulder. "So I'm trying to make them last. If you want to take it and my guns until I get back to my bike, I—"

"It's fine," said Clem.

"Does this mean you trust me now?"

"Mostly," said Clem with a smirk.

"Attagirl," complimented Patty.

"Plus, I've got this." Clem pulled up her pant leg, revealing the pistol strapped to it.

"How long have you had that?" asked Patty.

"Since Titusville," said Clem. "Although this is the first time I've had it with me since then."

"Be careful, someone might get the wrong idea about you," teased Patty.

"If they're halfway decent, they'd let me explain it." The Brave slowed to a stop and then the door swung open to reveal a familiar face.

"Are you two okay?" asked Sarah.

"We're good," assured Patty.

"Yeah," said Clem. "We are."