I wish Luke would stop pacing around like that and that the farmhand would point that gun in some other direction on the table.

As Carlos, 'inspected' my sewnup arm, Clementine stayed close to me. She's been eyeing down each man that was currently in the kitchen. Luke kept pacing up and down the dimly lit room with his arms folded as Nick the farmhand bit his fingernail in anticipation, Carlos was just finishing up my bandages when he spoke up.

"This might hurt a little."

I think our difference of 'little' is far from the same, 'Doc'.

"How's he lookin'?" Luke asks, his pacing coming to a halt.

"Well, the girl's suturing skills need some work, but otherwise, I'd say he should be fine."

You have no room to talk about certain medical skills here...

"So it...wasn'ta Lurker bite?"

"For the millionth time, no!"

"Easy, Kiddo," I place a calming hand on her shoulder. "I think they get the picture now," There's no need to make tensions any higher than they already are.

"If it was," Carlos answers Luke. "the fever would've already set in and his temperature would be through the roof."

With Carlos' words, Nick storms out of the kitchen with a sour look on his face, my best guess is that he's either thinking 'This is bullshit' or 'I nearly shot a hurt guy for nothing'. Whatever his reason for leaving may be, Luke follows after him and leaves only me, Clementine, and Carlos in the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, Clem," I nod and whisper back to her. "Don't worry, we'll get back on the road as soon as we can."

"Good."

"I wish you wouldn't've done what you did."

Carlos' words make me turn around, he's currently washing his hands in the sink. "Excuse me?"

"My brother was hurt," Clementine spoke up, and a small frown appeared on her face. "and you people weren't helping."

"Because we considered you a threat," Carlos retorts. "Which you were. Maybe you still are."

"No, we're not."

"You're a threat to us too," I say. "You lock me and my girl in a shed the minute we show up at your doorstep, we just needed help."

"We put you in that shed out of concern for the safety of our loved ones. And then your girl escaped and persuaded my daughter to steal from us," Carlos shakes off his wet hands, his body rising to stand up straight. "I'll give you both the benefit of the doubt, but there are a few things you need to know about my daughter."

"Okay...?"

"She's not like you, Clementine. You may not get that initially, but once you're around her for a while, you two will understand," Carlos looks out the window, straight up at the moon. "If she knew how bad the world is...what it's really like out there...she would...cease to function."

"..."

"..."What have you been teaching her?

"She's my little girl. She's all I have left...and I would ask you both that you stay away from her."

"...I'm sorry-"

"She's gonna die..."

Not expecting those words to come out of my mouth, Carlos turns to me with a perplexed expression. "What did you just say?"

"..."If no one else around here has the balls to say it, then I will."That 'little girl' of yours? She's gonna die." My words understandably make him angry, he stomps away from the sink and stands only a few inches from my unfazed expression.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I don't know much about you folks," I think back on the words a wise man once told me. "but I do know that if you keep going the way you are now when the sun comes up, that girl's not gonna make it for much longer."

"And what doyouknow?"

"Well, for starters, I know that you people are runnin' from something. You wouldn't be this paranoid otherwise. I also know that you people don't seem to have a goddamn plan. You camp out in this cabin for now, but then what?"

"We do what's best for us and my daughter."

"Oh, yeah," I scoff. "youdefinitelygot everything figured out then."

"Tch!" Carlos takes a few steps back, he sees that he has no intimidation over me. "¿Quién te crees que eres, chico?" (Who do you think you are, boy?)

"Soy alguien que intenta darte un consejo." (I'm someone trying to give you a piece of advice.) Carlos didn't expect me to speak fluent Spanish, I haven't done it in a while but I know I haven't forgotten...I can never forget.

"How do-"

"An old friend taught me," I say now standing up. "look, I'm saying that whatever you people are running from is going to catch up with you sooner or later. So sit down with your group with the girl involved too, make a real plan instead of hoping that they won't find you here, and if something were to happen to you-"

"It won't!"

"...If itwere," I keep going. "you have to prepare her for that. Teach her how to protect herself and for God's sake, cut her hair."

"You've got to be joking," Carlos rolled his eyes. "She's just-"

"'A little girl'?" I cut him off. "Or she's 'too young' to handle one? There's no such thing as too young, not anymore. You have to consider her a living person. That's it. You're either alive or dead, and you're not little, or a girl, or a boy, or strong, or smart. You'realive.Just look at her hair. You've got her running around with a mop that's gonna be Velcro to any hand swinging its way. Just find some scissors, take care of that hair before a Walker does it for you, and then show her how to use a gun. Because like it or not, that's what saves your life these days."

"...I don't need to hear this," Carlos shook his head and stormed past me and Clementine. "I'm starting to think that your being here was no accident, I guess we'll find out soon enough. But one thing I know for sure, you and your girl are not to be trusted," He opens the door but looks back at us with a cold glare. "Stay away from my daughter."

Carlos leaves the kitchen and Luke comes back in, he accidentally bumps into his shoulder. I could feel that he wanted to ask me what happened but he remembered that he was holding two bowls in his hands. I could see the steam even in the dark.

"Hey, uh...I brought y'all some for if you're hungry."

Clementine smiled at the sight of hot food for the first time in months, but a small hint of doubt remained in her eyes when she looked up at me. I nod before making my way to the kitchen table, Clem and Luke follow close and we all sit down. We sit across from him and he sets down the bowls in front of us, I can already smell the familiar fragrance of...chicken noodle soup.

"It's alright," Luke says. "I warmed it up with an old Bunsen Burner."

As usual, I take the first bite of the food to check if it's safe before Clementine does. I still have to be careful. The familiar and almost nostalgic taste of the soup warms my entire throat, I can't taste anything indifferent about it, so it should be safe for Clementine.

"Go ahead," I say. With my okay, Clementine starts eating her soup, smiling all the while.I'm glad she's finally had a warm meal, and I wouldn't be lying if I said I prayed to have a hot dish one day again.

"That's gonna leave one helluva scar," Luke states as he stares at my bandaged arm.

"Well," I shrug. "better than losing it."

Luke laughs at my joke. "You can say that again. Scars? They're way cooler than stumps," I notice that Luke's choice of words made Clementine frown sadly, and he noticed too. "What?"

"Nothing," She shook her head. "We just had a friend who lost his arm once, that's all..."

I'm sorry, Lee...

I shook off my rising sadness and continued eating along with Clem. Shortly after a few minutes of slurping down our soup and noodles, the kitchen door opens with the farmhand coming back inside. A look of guilt was plastered all over his face as he made his way over to our side of the table.

"Hey, look. Um..." Nick scratched the back of his head and looked off to the side, he's having trouble finding his words. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for...well, for being a dick out there. To both of you. I got kinda aggro and that was definitely not cool."

"Nick's been known to go off every once in a while," Luke says. "Don't hold it against him."

"Yeah, I guess we all have our moments."

"Youdefinitelyhad one out there."

"You didn't have to point a gun at him," Clementine speaks up, she has more to say but I stop her.

"You were just protecting your people, I understand."

"I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just...we had a bad experience once."

"We'veallhad bad experiences," Clementines states.

"...Nick lost his mom," Luke says so he didn't have to. "We took care of someone who'd got bit."

"It was my fault, I-"

"It was no one's fault," Luke tries to reassure Nick. "We thought we could control it, but...we couldn't. And then she turned and his mom was standing right there and she got attacked... There was nothing we could do about it."

"Either way, I just want you two to understand."

"Yeah," Clem nods...but I have something else to say.

"I know what it's like to lose a mom, I understand. Just don't let your grief turn you into the kind of person that makes problems, alright?"

"Yeah," Nick nods. "So...we're cool?"

"...Yeah," I raise my hand up to him, and he takes it with a firm grip. "We're cool. How's that nose of yours?"

"Heh," Nick lets go of my hand to rub his bruised nose. "A tad sore but alright, you got a damn good headbutt, kid."

"We're practically the same age, and the name's Elijah."

"Clementine," She greets herself.

"Well...thanks for understanding," Nick leaves and Clementine continues eating, I just sit in silence but it looks like Luke has something to say.

"So, since you two are pretty much on your own, what's y'all's plan?"

"We still have our people out there," I say.

"Yeah. We need to move on," Clementine adds.

"Well, you both are welcome to stay here if you want. You can heal up and take some time to sort things out."

"We appreciate it," I nod at Luke, feeling grateful for his hospitality.

"Do you think everyone else will be okay with it?" Clem asked him.

"Well, they'll just have to deal with it." I laugh a little at his words, it sounds like he's already made his decision for this group. "So..." Luke's voice trails off as he speaks up again. "Where are y'all's parents?"

"..."

"..."

"If you don't mind me asking," He continues. "I mean, I assume what happened to them is...what happened to just about everyone's parents. You're just so young," He looks at Clementine when he says that. "didn't think you could've made it this far if you weren't on your brother here."

"We're not related by blood ifthat'swhat you're asking," I say. "We're the only family we have left from our lives before...all of this."

"I was just curious on how y'all made it this far."

"We stuck together and just followed our rules," Clementine says.

"...I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't have asked."

I felt a small hand gently grasp onto mine, Clementine looked up at me and nodded which made me sigh. I honestly can't remember the last time we ever shared our story with anyone, I think it was when we first met that caravan that told us about Wellington. This group has given me plenty of reasons not to trust them in the slightest, but I think Luke is probably the most trustworthy one here.

"...I was just an ordinary college student all the way back in Atlanta, Clementine here was my next-door neighbor since she was very little."

"My parents when on vacation and left me with a babysitter...and they never came back," Clem added. "We went to Savannah to find them...but they were already dead." Luke fell silent at what we had to share...but we weren't finished just yet. "There was this man...he found us and looked after me and Elijah along with my babysitter, Sandra."

"She was my best friend before the outbreak," I add.

"We met up with other survivors and we all tried to make it," Clementine continues. "but...it didn't work."

"The man's name was Lee," I say with pride, giving Clementine's hand a gentle squeeze on the side. "He taught us how to survive."

"He's the reason I keep my hair short."

"And he taught me what it truly means to be a man."Along with one other person...

"...What...happened to him?" Luke asks us with hesitation. I held Clementine's hand firmly, this conversation is never easy for us but Luke at least needs to know the answer.

"We killed him," I say. "He was bitten, but he fought like hell to make sure that me and Clementine were safe before he turned."

"He saved me many times...and I'll never forget him."

"Well, sounds like he was a real good guy."

"Yeah," Clem nods with a sad smile tugging at her lips. "He was."

"One of the best men I knew..."

The clicking of the kitchen door cuts our conversation to an end. The older farmhand I remember named Pete came into the kitchen and looked straight at Luke.

"I hate to interrupt, but I'm out there standing watch and I can't help but notice this place is lit up like a goddamn beacon in the middle of the woods."

"Yeah," Luke laughs. "it's time to turn in anyways."

"Get your winks while you can, 'cause we're goin' fishin' at first light. A couple of brookies for dinner? Wouldn't that be nice."

"Me and Clem can help you guys out, it's the least we could do for you know, stealing your stuff."

"Well, I definitely would appreciate that, son. And here," Pete reaches into his back pocket and pulls out...my pistol, he hands it back to me. "I was holding onto this in case...well, you know? Figured you wanted it back."

"I do," I take the Desert Eagle back and check the magazine, it's fully loaded. "Thank you, Pete."

"It's no trouble."

"How in the hell did you get your hands on a pistol like that?"

I chuckle at Luke's astonishment at the sight of my pistol. "That's a long story."

"Then save it for another time. Y'all get some rest, ya hear?" Pete smiles at me and Clem, he and Luke leave and now it's just me and Clem in the kitchen. I holster my pistol and give it a few pats.

Finally back where you belong.

"Come on," I say lifting my soup bowl in my hand. "We better finish this up and get some rest, we're gonna need it tomorrow."

"I should be telling you that, you're the one who passed out almost three times today."

"Okay, smart mouth," I nudge her with my elbow before I lift my bowl up to my lips and drink the warm broth in one gulp. "Ahh...that hit the spot."

"Show off," Clementine giggles and goes back to eating the rest of her chicken noodle soup. Unfortunately, our peaceful time was cut short by the kitchen door opening once again...followed by the sound of a condescending woman's voice.

"Oh, you're still here."

Great, the hormonal infidel is here...

"Just ignore her, Clem," I whisper to her, she nods and just enjoys her soup. I, meanwhile, keep an eye on the pregnant woman as she washes her hands in the sink.

"I wouldn't get comfortable, if I were you two," She says without even looking in our direction, her words make Clementine stop eating for a second. "Maybe you fooled everyone else, but not me."

"Don't talk to us like that," Clem speaks her mind before I do.

"Or what?" Rebecca, I think that was her name, dries off her hands and slowly marches over to us. If she gets any angrier, she's gonna get even more wrinkles. "You can't pull some shit on me. I'm not my husband."

"You better watch your language if you're gonna be a mother," I note.

"And you should watch our ass if you know what's good for you."

"You gotta bite to back up that bark of yours? You're hollow threats don't mean nothin' to me."

"We just needed some help," Clementine adds.

"Well, you got it. Now go."

Alright, if this lady wants to talk shit, then I'm about to flip the script on this bitch."Who's baby is it?"

"Excuse me?" Rebecca's eyes widen with genuine shock, I imagine that was the last thing she would ever expect me to ask.

"I mean," I smirk knowing I have her right in my hands. "If it's not your husband's, whose is it? Don't tell me a woman like you is unfaithful."

"You watch your fuckin' mouth!"

"Maybe you should think about being nicer to us," Clementine says before going back to her soup. "That's just my advice," I feel a moment of pride at her slightly smug attitude, I'm so proud of her.

"I knew you were gonna be a fucking problem."

You're the one who came here to talk shit, don't take a bite of the pepper if you can't handle the heat.

Rebecca leaves, finally giving me and Clementine some peace and quiet. She finishes up the last of her soup and places the bowl in the center of the table. "Come on," I lead her out of the kitchen and into the living room, I immediately eye down a reclining chair that just looks too comfortable to be true. I drop my bag onto the wooden floor and flop onto the chair. "Oh, my god..."

"What's wrong?"

"This chair...it's so fucking comfortable," I scootch over so that Clem can fit. "see for yourself." She joins me...and I can feel the tension in her body relax against my right side.

"Holy shit..."

"Right?" I laugh a little before letting out a small yawn. "Let's get some sleep, Kiddo. What do you say?"

"..."

"Clem?"

I look down and see that she's already passed out against my left shoulder, the little one is practically squeezing my arm and refusing to let go. I did come close to death today so I understand her worry...but I'm not going anywhere just yet. I still have to find the others and take us all to a place safe. But for now, I need to sleep my ass off. My free hand goes to pull down my beanie over my eyes...but I forgot that it's not even on my head. It's still with...Molly.

Don't worry, I'll find you and Christa. I promise.

The Next Morning...

I haven't slept so well in weeks. I swear, I wanna steal that chair from these guys but I know that would be a waste of my strength and energy. Besides, I need it for this morning. Clementine and I have been following Pete for the past few minutes to the river, he says his group has laid out traps for the fish in their time here. It's smart, but not when there's people going after them. Nick came along with us too but he had to take a piss and none of us were willing to wait and listen to that.

It's a nice morning, the warm sun and the cool air is finally a nice change for once. At least it's not raining anymore.

"How ya two holding up?" Pete breaks the silence. "I heard y'all got an earful from Rebecca last night."

I scoff. "Please, she's all bark and no bite."

"She doesn't scare me," Clementine adds. "She's all talk."

"She was in a mood last night, that's for sure..."

"I imagine she uses her 'hormones' as an excuse."

"Ha," Pete chcukles at my remark. "Well, you're not that wrong, son."

"How much further are these fishing traps?"

"It ain't much further."

"How long have they been set up?"

"Well, we started using them a few days ago but they haven't been workin' out for us. I'm hoping that some have at least got trapped this time," Pete notices Clementine looking at his rifle, he smiles a little at her curiosity. "Your brother teach you how to shoot?"

"Yeah," She nods. "But not a rifle."

"Well, that makes sense. Less kick. This thing would probably knock you on your ass."

I chuckle at the thought of Clem falling over after firing a rifle. "I can see that," My remark made Clementine punch me in my good arm, which made me laugh a little more. "She can hold one up but she's not as accurate with it just yet as she is with a pistol."

"How accurate we talking?"

"Accurate enough to where I trust her with one."

Pete chuckles. "Fair enough. Nick was about Clem's age first time I took him huntin'. Came across this beautiful thirteen-point buck just standin' there on the ridgeline."

Damn. I miss deer steak...

"The boy takes the rifle," Pete continues with his story. "lines up the shot just like I taught him, then I hear him start whinin'. He turns to me and he says, 'I can't do it. I can't shoot it, Uncle Pete. Please don't make me shoot it.'"

Clementine giggles a little, she finds humor in Pete's impression of a younger version of his nephew. And frankly, so do I. "Sounds like he wasn't exactly a natural-born hunter."

"Hey!" Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. Nick finally caught up with us. "Why didn't you wait?"

"You want us standin' around while you piss on a tree? You know where the river is boy," Pete leads us further down the path and continues with his story. "Anyway, so I grab the gun out of his hand before this big buck runs off when BANG! The gun fires. Boy nearly gut-shot me. And of course, the buck gets away."

"What're you goin' and tellin' 'em this shit for?" Nick wasn't happy that his childhood memory was being shared with us.

"'Cause you almost blew the boy's face off yesterday. Seems relevant. Trying to let him and his girl know it's nothin' personal with you."

"Why are you always giving me a hard time?"

"Because you're always givin' everyone else a hard time."

"I apologized already and they accepted."

"Okay, well, I didn't know that."

"Fellas," I interject, trying to relieve some rising tension. "Why don't we just get to the river and get some fish, huh?"

"You're always trying to embarrass me," But my words fell upon deaf ears.

"You're doing a good enough job of that on your own." His Uncle's words made him more upset and Nick headed further down the path with his rifle. "Leavin' us again?"

"I know where the fucking river is!" He shouted without even looking back at us.

Why is the guy older than me acting like some teenager?

"...So, anyway," Pete continues on. "I found that buck later that season. Shot it right in the neck. Brought it up to my sister's, fugurin' she'd want to freeze some of the meat. Nick didn't speak to me for weeks. Sometimes you gotta play a role, even if it means people you love hate you for it."

Damn, I hate how much I relate to this. There were many things I had to do just to keep people alive, sometimes It makes me think that the others despise me for it.

"He doesn't hate you," Clem says.

"Yeah," I agree. "Maybe you should tell him that. He probably won't understand that at first, but he should at least know that his uncle truly cares about him."

"..."

"Uncle Pete!"

Nick's worrying cry broke the silence of the forest, the three of us wasted no time and ran down the path to catch up with Pete's Uncle. "Nick?!" But what made him shout, it was the last thing we expected.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..." Pete and I say in unison as we stand there in utter shock at what we found at the riverbank.

Bodies. I counted at least four on our side of the river, three on the sandbar in the middle, and I think there are more on the other side. But these weren't the bodies of Walkers, they were survivors. I approached one of them, I could see that it was full of bullet holes...and the blood was only a little fresh. These people were killed not too long ago. But the real question is...who?

"Full'a holes," Pete looked over another one and made that statement.

"Who do you think did this?"

"Not sure yet," Pete answered Clem. "But it ain't your average gang'a thugs, that much I know."

"Then who did this?"

"Think about it," Nick speaks up, his voice shaking a little. "You're Carverm what do you do?"

"...What did you just say?"

"What?"

"That name," I say more firmly and look Nick in the eye. "What was it?"

"Carver?"

"..."

"Who's 'Carver'?" Clementine asks while I...try my best to hold it together.

It's just a name...it's just a name...anyone could have that name...

"Check those guys there," Pete orders his nephew. "Be careful. Some of 'em might still be movin'."

"There are more over there," Clementine points to the sandbar in the middle of the river.

"This was no rinky-dink pissin' match."

"What was it then?" I ask.

"...FUBAR."

"What's 'FUBAR'?" Clem asks me.

"It means, 'Fucked up beyond all reason'."

"Where are you going?!" Nick yells at his uncle as he hops over the shallow stream to the sandbar. "We need to get the fuck outa here!"

"Gotta check the rest."

"What?! Why?!"

"I want to know who did this," I followed after him and Clem followed me too. "If someone's alive, they just might tell us."

"Calm down and think about it, son."

"Calm down?!" Nick exclaimed. "We've gotta get out of here, now!"

"Jesus Christ," Pete groans. "get a hold of yourself."

"You're gonna draw more attention if you keep screaming you're head off like that," I add.

"We gotta do this now, you stay on that side of the river and keep searching them."

"This is a dumb idea."

I agree that this is not exactly a smart move, but if there are people out there just gunning others down like animals, then Molly and Christa are likely to run into them too.

"You know, Nick, I don't like this either, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to realize a simple truth."

"What? That you're an asshole?"

"That nobody in this world is ever gonna give a goddamn whether you like somethin' or not. You gotta grow up, son."

"...Whatever," Nick simply sighs and does as his uncle says.

"Come on, you two. Clem, keep a look on that treeline. Elijah, check these bodies here. Whoever did this might still be out there. Waitin' for another sucker to stumble across this mess. Just like baitin' a fish. It's what I'd do."

"We're on it."

"Yeah," Clem nods with me. "We got this."

"You two always so agreeable?"

"No."

"Nope."

"Good," Pete smirks. "You'll fit in with this outfit."

"Raaaaaauuuuugghhhh..."

I look to my left and see a nearby walker impaled to the ground by what seems to be a makeshift spear, it's unable to move from the ground and can only wriggle around and try to reach us.

"Hm..." Pete inspects the walker. "Same deal. All shot to pieces. Hope this isn't anyone you know."

"No."

"Good," Pete pulls out the spear from the Walker's body and stabs it in the head, he hands the weapon to me before he looks off to the other side of the river. An annoyed frown forms on his face when he sees more dead bodies. "Damn it. More on that side. You two check these ones, see if there's anything on 'em that'll tell us who they were."

"Got it," Pete hops across the water to the other side, leaving me and Clem on the sandbar. "Check those two over there, I got the one over here."

Clem nods and I begin my inspection of the dead survivor. Like the others, this body was riddled with bullet holes and one was directly in the middle of its forehead. Whoever these people are, they're smart to make sure the people they murdered don't come back from the dead. I flipped the corpse around so that it was lying on its back...and I found something very familiar underneath.

"Hilda?" I pick up the signature ice pick that my friend always uses and never leaves without. They were here—Molly and Christa—they were here! I stand up and look around frantically. None of these bodies belonged to my friends, so where the hell are they?!

"Elijah!" Clementine called for me and it took me no time at all to get over to her, she was inspecting the two bodies at the edge of the sandbar...but that's not what got her attention.

"Is that your backpack?"

"It is!"

Cough! Cough!

As soon as Clementine went to pick it up, the body beside it started coughing. He was still alive... "What happened to you?"

Clementine's question was answered only by more dry coughs from the nearly-dead man, I don't think he even has the strength to move from this... Wait a minute. I get a closer look at the man, it didn't take me long to recognize his face.

"You!" I grab a hold on his throat, my fingernails dig into his neck. "You were part of the group who attacked us!" The man tried to speak but the only noise from his mouth was a dry croak. "There were two others with us, a black woman and a blonde one. What did you do to them?! Tell me!"

"Tell us!"

"..."

I loosen my grip on the man's neck, allowing him to take in a shallow breath. "You're not getting out of here alive, not in your condition. You may as well be dead. So either you can do something good with the minutes you have left and I can make you death swift and quick, or I can make it even more painful if you don't tell me where my people are!"

"...Ta...ken..."

"Taken? By who?"

"Answer us!"

"AUGH!"

BANG!

Pete's pained cry followed by the gunshot from his rifle broke our attention from the man who attacked us. "Pete, you alright?"

"Uncle Pete!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just...just lost my footing!" I looked down at his feet...where a dead Walker was, but there was a bigger problem that got my immediate attention. There was a small tear at the end of Pete's pants...and underneath was a small bite mark. "Damn it. Goddamn it!"

Fuck...

"Oh, no..." Clem notices the bit too.

"Shit! Lurkers!" Nick calls out and sure enough, Walkers are crawling out of the forest and ready to feast on our flesh.

"Cono..."

"I'm outa ammo!" Pete checks his rifle as a pair of Walkers start surrounding him. "You get your asses over here, all three of you!"

"Come this way!" Nick shouted back at his uncle. "I'll cover you! We gotta get outa here!"

"Get over here, goddamn it!"

"For fuck's sake," I rolled my eyes. "Clem, take this!" I hand her Hilda, she firmly grasps it in her right hand. "Go help Nick, I'm gonna go help Pete."

"But-

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"What about you?!"

I pulled out my trusty sickle, smiling down at my little sister. "I've got Lee by my side."

With my weapon in hand, I cross the river and make it to the other side as soon as Pete is tackled by a walker. He's fallen to the ground and grabs the Walker by its wrists, he's barely able to keep it away. In one swift swing, I cut off the Walker's left arm and Pete kicks it away. While it's down, I stomp the Walker's head in and kill it instantly.

"Come on!" I help Pete up to his feet and we run along the river bank.

"Nick, Clementine, hold on!"

I watch as Clem finishes off another Walker, keeping Nick safe as he hits one with is rifle... but more were surrounding them. "Clem! Run!" I shout, bringing my hands to cup around my mouth. "You know what to do! We'll find you back at the cabin!"

"Right! Stay safe!" She shouts back at me and then grabs onto Nick's hand, pulling him back into the woods as the Walkers come close.

"Nick!"

"Come on!" I yelled at Pete as more walkers were closing in on us. "We have to go!" I run and Pete does his best to keep up as he limps behind me. I know that this isn't exactly the best plan, but I know Clem will be fine. I just gotta stay alive and get back to her. As I ran, one question kept burning into my brain. It's like it was mocking me that I didn't know the answer.

Who in the hell took Molly and Christa?