Neo Soul King Yhwach

[Third Person Pov.]

This was no time for gallivanting around. Lee had a task and he needed to accomplish it, so everybody could get out as quickly as possible. He approached Yhwach, who was eyeing Clementine with a detached but curious expression.

"I'll try to get into the pharmacy. That's the most pressing concern right now. Once we get the pills, we can all get out of here as quickly as possible," Lee said, He turned to the office door, where Lilly and Larry were sitting, to make sure his decision was understood.

Yhwach's gaze shifted to Clementine, who remained huddled in the corner of the aisle, her small figure trembling slightly. "I see. And what about the girl?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Lee glanced over, noticing Clementine was still curled up near the corner of the aisle staring down at the ground. She was close enough to hear the conversation, but she hadn't said a word. Lee couldn't imagine what she was going through right now. Something inside of him wanted to help, but he didn't know Clementine as well as her parents did. What could he possibly say?

Probably something that his dad and mom would tell him when they were trying to comfort him. That felt like a lifetime ago.

He approached Clementine, kneeling down to her level. "Clementine, please tell me what's bothering you. I can't make you feel better if you don't tell me anything."

The girl looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She hesitated for a moment, her lower lip quivering. Lee and Yhwach watched as Clementine struggled to find her words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's just…the monster was right there, and it scared me," she began, her voice cracking. She paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I thought I was going to get hurt and never see my parents again."

Lee's heart ached at her words. He reached out, gently placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know it's scary. But you're safe here with us. We're going to get through this together. Can you tell me if there's anything specific you need right now? Anything at all?"

Clementine shook her head, her tears falling freely now. "I just…I want my parents."

Lee nodded, understanding the depth of her fear and longing. "We all do. And we'll do everything we can to make sure you're safe and that we find your parents."

Clementine's small voice quivered as she spoke, her worries pouring out like a dam that had finally burst. "But… what if my parents weren't careful and they got attacked by the monsters too? What if they got hurt and there was no one to help them?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as the fear of losing her parents overwhelmed her.

Lee felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. The truth was too harsh for a child so young, yet how could he give her false hope? He glanced over at Yhwach, searching for some guidance, he could see from Yhwach's detached expression that the man wasn't going to offer any comfort. Yhwach simply shrugged, his detached demeanor offering no answers. It was clear Lee would have to deal with this on his own.

Shit. How do I tell this little girl that her parents are most likely dead? Should I really be keeping this secret from her? Lee's thoughts raced as he struggled to find the right words.

Taking a deep breath, Lee looked back at Clementine, his heart aching at the sight of her tear-streaked face. "Your parents are strong and smart, Clem. They'll be just fine. Once the government comes in and starts cleaning everything up, everything will go back to normal in no time."

Clementine gazed at Lee, searching for the truth in his words. Her voice was small, almost pleading, as she asked, "Do you promise?"

Lee hesitated, but only for a moment. He knew he needed to give her something to hold onto, even if it was just a small piece of hope. "I promise," he said, his voice sincere.

Clementine held out her pinky, a gesture of trust and innocence. Lee hesitated for a moment, knowing the weight of the promise he was making, but then he clasped his pinky with hers, sealing the vow.

"Thanks, Lee. I feel a little better now," Clementine said softly, her voice still tinged with sadness but steadier than before.

"I'm glad to hear it, Clementine," Lee replied, offering her a small, reassuring smile.

Clementine still wasn't entirely at ease, but calming her fears seemed to do wonders for her psyche.

Lee glanced back at Yhwach, catching a glimpse of the man's thoughtful gaze. The harshness that usually defined Yhwach's demeanor seemed to wane slightly, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible shift. His expression was still difficult to read, a mask of calm indifference, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of understanding, maybe even a silent recognition of just how complicated things had become for all of them.

Lee stood up, his gaze lingering on Clementine for a moment before he walked over to Yhwach. As he approached, Lee couldn't shake the feeling of the weighty atmosphere that lingered between them.

"Hey, man," Lee said, trying to break the tension as he neared Yhwach. The tone was casual but carried an undercurrent of frustration.

Yhwach glanced up at Lee, his eyes sharp and discerning. He responded with a noncommittal hum, acknowledging Lee's presence but saying nothing more.

"That was a crazy stunt you pulled back there," Lee continued, his voice carrying a mix of exasperation and concern. "You didn't have to threaten Duck or Larry like that."

Yhwach finally spoke, his voice carrying the same calm authority as before. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, Lee. And desperate people require a reminder of the harsh reality we now face."

Lee could feel the chill in Yhwach's words, but he pressed on. "Look, regardless of your reasons, Try to at least be more responsible. There are kids with us, man."

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he scoffed softly. "Responsible? You speak of responsibility as if it still holds value in this broken world." He gestured toward the pharmacy's barricaded windows and the walkers outside. "You saw what happened to that family, what happened to the world. This world isn't merciful towards anyone—not you, not me, and certainly not the children."

Lee felt a knot tighten in his chest as Yhwach's words sank in. The man's detached demeanor only made it harder to argue, but Lee couldn't just let it go. "I get it, alright? Things are messed up. But that doesn't mean we have to lose our humanity in the process. Clementine and Duck, deserve better. They need to be protected, not exposed to more fear."

Yhwach's gaze never wavered as he replied, his tone turned even colder. "The world has changed, Lee. It will force us to change as well. That precious little girl you're so determined to protect—she will change too. You can't shield her from that. The longer you try, the more unprepared she'll be for the reality that awaits her."

Lee clenched his fists, struggling to keep his frustration in check. "Maybe you're right," he admitted, "but I'm not gonna let that stop me from trying to protect her for as long as I can. She's just a kid. She deserves a chance to be one, even if it's just for a little while longer."

Yhwach studied Lee for a moment, his expression unreadable. There was a brief silence, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Yhwach nodded, a small gesture of acknowledgment, though it lacked any real warmth. "Do as you wish, Lee. But remember this—every moment you cling to the past, to the old ways of thinking, is a moment that leaves you vulnerable. This world won't wait for you to catch up. And when it comes for you…or for her…you'd best be ready."

Lee didn't respond immediately, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew Yhwach was right about the dangers they faced, but he also knew that losing their humanity wasn't the answer. After a long pause, he simply nodded, more to himself than to Yhwach.

"Yeah… I hear you," Lee said quietly, turning away from Yhwach as he processed their conversation. The weight of their exchange settled heavily in his chest, a reminder of how fractured their world had become. He took a few steps but then paused, turning back to Yhwach with a hesitant glance.

"Listen," Lee began, his tone softer, almost pleading. "I know things got tense back there. And I know Lilly and Larry are probably still fuming after what you did. But… could you try to smooth things over with them? I'm not asking you to apologize, just… try to ease up the situation for us. We need to stick together if we're going to make it through this."

Yhwach's gaze remained fixed on Lee, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the silence between them stretched uncomfortably, leaving Lee to wonder if he'd overstepped.

Finally, Yhwach shifted his stance slightly, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Lee. "I'll… think about it," he said, his voice carrying a note of detachment that made it clear he wasn't making any promises.

Lee nodded, recognizing that was probably the best he was going to get. "That's all I'm asking," he replied quietly before turning away for good this time, heading toward the office.

As Lee walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that despite their differences, Yhwach understood more than he let on. But understanding didn't necessarily mean agreement, and that left Lee with a lingering unease. Still, he had done what he could, and now it was up to Yhwach to decide how he would proceed.

With that, Lee walked away from Yhwach and Clementine toward the front of the store. He didn't feel comfortable going outside just yet, so he decided to look through the window at the pharmacy door next to the main drugstore. 

It was locked all right, and the location of the keys was still a mystery. For some reason, this side of the drugstore did not have boarded-up windows, although that was likely due to the fact that there were significantly fewer walkers on this street, compared to the other side, which faced a main road. Just as Lee was about to go look for the keys, he seemed to notice something. On the top of the door was an…alarm.

Wait, there's an alarm to this place now? Guess I haven't been around as long as I thought. When did that happen?

Suddenly, Lee remembered a distinct conversation he had with his brother over the phone a couple of years ago.

[Lee's Flashback]

"Hey, Lee. You know Dad finally relented and actually got some security for this place?" asked Bud.

"Wait, really? He got someone from our family to be a security guard or something?"

"What…no. That still costs money, and "I ain't paying no damn money for a man to stand around and run when there's trouble." Nah, he installed an alarm to the pharmacy. If someone tries to steal something from there, they're completely screwed." explained Bud.

Lee sighed with relief. It was good to know that the pharmacy would be a lot safer. It helped ease his conscience about not being near the family as much due to his work.

"Speaking of family, when are you coming back man? Feels like it's been months. You know the whole family is expecting you and the missus for Thanksgiving, right?" asked Bud.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, but school has been rough lately," said Lee.

Bud just laughed. "You sound like a goddamn student. But yeah, I get it. Work can make your life tough. You just have to find that balance and you're golden, man."

"Well, I can't do it as good as you, man. Although, I would kill to know the secret to having a stress-free life," said Lee in a joking manner.

"Whoa there, buddy. Calm down before you get yourself in trouble. Have you seen how much they pay teachers though? I wouldn't be surprised if that's killed you a little on the inside already."

Lee and Bud both laughed after that.

"So, I gotta go Lee. Make sure you don't kill anyone before Thanksgiving, alright?"

"Yeah. See you later."

[End of Lee's Flashback]

Lee just chucked to himself. What was originally a foolish joke turned into a nightmarish reality. At least, he didn't kill anyone before Thanksgiving.

Unbelievable. I'm already making jokes about what I did. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Lee just shook his head, before he thought about the wrench that the alarm had thrown into his plans.

Ok, so even if I find the keys, I can't immediately open the pharmacy door from the office. Someone is going to have to go outside and disable the junction box, so the alarm doesn't go off when we open the door. I should still try to find the keys first because none of this will matter if we don't have the pharmacy keys.

With that, Lee decided to head to the counter to see if the keys were still there. He doubted it, but maybe Lilly's group had missed something. The counter itself was almost bare, with candy wrappers and a couple of pieces of gum stuck to the corners. 

Lee opened the first drawer and saw almost nothing…but a pencil. There wasn't much need for writing utensils at this juncture, so Lee closed that drawer and opened the next one. There seemed to be a bunch of old papers that were identified as receipts from customers who were returning items back. Lee closed that drawer and saw that he had only one more left.

How much do you want to bet the keys aren't in here?

With anticipation, Lee opened the last drawer to find…a calculator.

Great. Just fucking great. If they aren't in the office, I have no idea where they could be.

[Scene Break: Moments Earlier with Yhwach]

Yhwach walked towards Lilly and Larry with a measured pace, his expression as calm and composed as ever. Lilly's eyes followed him warily, her posture tense and defensive. As Yhwach approached, he noticed Lilly's apprehension and raised his hands slightly, an unspoken gesture to show he wasn't a threat.

When he stopped in front of them, Lilly wasted no time. "You have a lot of nerve coming here after that crazy shit you pulled," she said, her voice filled with barely contained anger.

Yhwach's eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Lilly. His tone, though calm, carried the weight of his typical detached tone. "Desperation breeds recklessness. And when people act recklessly, it requires a firm hand to remind them of the consequences."

Lilly's eyes flashed with irritation. "We both REALLY appreciated how your group just ganged up on my dad. That definitely helped the situation."

Larry just sat there in silence trying to calm down. It seemed like he had some things on his mind that he wanted to say, but he opted to let his daughter handle the conversation.

Yhwach shook his head slowly, exasperation creeping into his demeanor. "It wasn't my intention to escalate tensions further, but to ensure that the boy's condition was verified. This situation demands clarity, and the well-being of all involved must be safeguarded."

Lilly crossed her arms, her expression hardening. "Clarity? You nearly put a bullet in my dad and threatened a child! That's not clarity; that's intimidation."

Yhwach stood before Lilly and Larry, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the tension in the room. Lilly's frustration was palpable, her arms crossed defensively. Yhwach regarded her with a detached gaze, seemingly unaffected by her anger.

"Listen, Lilly, you supported your father like any daughter would. I get that," Yhwach began, his voice steady. "But the fact is your father advocated for killing a child based on suspicion. If someone said you were bitten and wanted to throw you out, do you think your father would just let that happen?"

Larry, who had been quiet until now, interjected with a firm voice. "Never would have happened!" He paused, catching his breath before continuing, "She's not some snot-nosed toddler. She's United States Air Force."

Lilly shot Larry a sharp look, then turned her attention back to Yhwach. "Dad, I'll handle it," she said, then faced Yhwach directly. "Listen, I understand that Kenny needs to look out for his family. So, you need to understand that he and I are a family. Even if he has everyone against him, I'll still support him."

Yhwach took in Lilly's words, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. He considered her words carefully, noting the intensity in her voice. She paused for a moment, then finished her statement with a quiet resolve. "I need to…because no one else will."

Yhwach's thoughts drifted as he observed Lilly. If Larry conducts himself like this with everyone, it's no wonder he's isolated. Still, Lilly's loyalty to her father is commendable. In a world rapidly losing its structure, that kind of dedication is increasingly rare... and useful.

Despite beginning to understand Lilly's perspective, Yhwach sighed, recognizing that this conversation was unlikely to yield much resolution. Lilly's stubbornness was evident, and the discussion was going in circles. To shift the focus, Yhwach decided to change the topic.

"Your dad mentioned that you were a member of the Air Force. You were a pilot?" he asked, his tone shifting to one of genuine curiosity.

Lilly shook her head. "Nah, I just did shitty bureaucratic and administrative work. Sometimes a plane if I was lucky."

Yhwach nodded slightly. "If you were in the military, you have to have some inkling of what's going on, right? One day, everything is normal, and then the next day everything's become a mess. Surely the military must have tried holding out."

Lilly's eyes hardened as she replied, "I mean, what's there to say? People die, come back, and then they just start eating each other. I mean, Jesus…"

Yhwach pressed on, "Why aren't you with the military then? In times of crisis, aren't you supposed to help protect civilians?"

Lilly's gaze narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "Well, in times of crisis, I think you should also make sure your family is safe. Don't you?"

Yhwach considered her response thoughtfully. Seems like she doesn't like me prying into her life. He responded, "Yes, I do."

Lilly's gaze shifted to Yhwach's attire, her curiosity piqued. "Your outfit… it looks like something straight out of a World War I-era German officer's uniform. Are you some kind of historical reenactor or something? The coat, the medals, even the way you carry yourself—it's like seeing a Prussian military leader in the flesh."

Yhwach raised an eyebrow at Lilly's observation. He studied her for a moment, assessing the curiosity in her eyes. He had grown accustomed to such questions, yet he knew that revealing too much would only complicate things further. In this world, his true identity was best kept concealed.

"Ah, this old thing," Yhwach said, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I suppose it does look rather out of place. I am indeed part of a German delegation—an emissary sent here to conduct a diplomatic meeting of sorts. Unfortunately, our plans were interrupted by the unfortunate events unfolding around us."

Lilly's eyes widened in surprise. "A diplomatic meeting? But why would someone in your position come to the United States during a crisis like this?"

Yhwach offered a thin smile, his eyes betraying nothing of the truth. "The timing was unfortunate, but duties often demand one's presence even in the most unexpected of circumstances. One must adapt, even when the world is falling apart."

Lilly studied him for a moment, clearly skeptical but unable to argue further given the complexity of their situation. She nodded slowly, a faint trace of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't press the issue any further.

"Alright then," she said, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. "Just... try not to make things worse for us. We've got enough problems as it is."

Yhwach ignored her as he continued, his gaze steady as he spoke to Lilly and Larry. "Listen, your father has a temper."

Larry's face twisted with frustration. "Ah, fuck you!" he snapped, his voice filled with anger.

Lilly quickly stepped in, her voice carrying an edge of apology. "He doesn't mean it, okay? He's just trying to protect me. He's been through a lot in his life, and I'm about all he's got left."

Yhwach's expression remained impassive as he regarded Lilly. "I understand, Lilly. But you have to understand that there are other people here with thoughts and feelings just like you and your father. There are other families here—like Kenny's family. Threatening a child, as you've seen, isn't something that will be tolerated. It creates unnecessary fear when we need to focus on survival and cooperation."

Lilly was about to say something in reply before she stopped. Yhwach turned and saw Lee walking up to them.

Yhwach glanced at Lee as he approached, his expression unreadable. "Did you manage to find anything useful?" he inquired.

Lee sighed, his frustration evident. "Yeah, I took a closer look at the pharmacy door. The door has an alarm attached to it, which will go off if we try to open it without disabling it first. If we make any noise, walkers from miles away will swarm this place. We need to be smart about what to do next."

Lilly's expression darkened. "Great. Just fucking great. How do we disable the alarm? Do we know where the junction box is? My dad needs these pills."

Lee nodded, acknowledging her concern. "Yeah, I think it's in the street just outside that wall. There's still plenty of walkers outside, so it will be dangerous. I was thinking about trying to find the keys anyway, before we come up with a plan to disable the junction box. After all, we can't open the pharmacy door unless we have the keys."

Lilly considered this for a moment before responding. "That makes sense to me. While you're looking for the keys, it can give us time to come up with a plan. You should check that office you mentioned earlier; the keys could be in there."

Lee gave a nod and started heading toward the office. As he walked away, Yhwach noticed Larry's intense gaze fixed on Lee. a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

"How long have you known that man, Lee?" Larry asked suddenly, his voice rough and filled with suspicion.

Yhwach raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the question. "I've known him since this all started. We saved Clementine a couple of days ago, and the three of us met Kenny and his family later on. Why do you ask?"

Larry mumbled something under his breath, his expression dark. "It's nothing," he said dismissively. But then, after a moment, he pressed on. "So, you were friends with him before all this?"

Yhwach paused, considering his response carefully. "He needed a ride, so I gave him one. We had a car accident—hitting one of those walkers on the road, and things just escalated from there."

Larry grunted in response, the sound low and filled with distrust. The conversation fell silent once more.

Yhwach found himself slightly confused by Larry's sudden interest in his connection to Lee. He knew that trust was a fragile thing in this world, especially among strangers thrown together by circumstance. It was going to be challenging to turn this group into a cohesive unit, given the distinct and clashing personalities, but Yhwach was willing to try his best.

[Scene Break: The Pharmacy's office]

Lee walked in and immediately surveyed the damage around the office. The door leading to the pharmacy from the office had been blockaded by a pallet and a large table. Another door leading to the alleyway behind the store was clear. Lee guessed that was the door Glenn used to go to the motor inn. There were a couple of shelves that were pretty bare apart from some old magazines and newspapers.

Probably my parents' work. My dad used to live in this office sometimes, with the amount of time he spent in there. It led to a few arguments between him and my mom, that's for sure.

Speaking of his parents, Lee saw a bloody mattress, with a bloody trail moving away from it to the door leading to the alleyway. He felt a pit in his stomach as he took in the scene and what its potential implications were.

So, somebody got hurt and came in here to get away from the walkers. Maybe my dad or mom? Probably my dad trying to be a hero like always.

Lee walked to the door to the alleyway and slowly opened it, careful to not make any noise. He looked to the left and found the street with the junction box that he had previously seen. The main problem still was the walkers that were populating the street, since they presented a direct obstacle to turning off the switch for the alarm.

How could we possibly get all those walkers away from that street? Maybe, we could make a lot of noise or something….

Since there wasn't anything he could do now, Lee closed the door then walked back into the main office, and looked at the pharmacy door. He decided that he should probably work on unbarricading the door, so it would be easier to insert the keys into. As he stepped towards the door, he felt broken glass crunch underneath him.

Lee looked down and saw a photo frame that had been broken. He bent down and picked up the photo that was inside. He could recognize the four people in the photo anywhere. It was Lee, Bud, his mom, and his dad standing in front of their pharmacy.

The good old days. When the biggest thing I had to worry about was making sure I could get through the class syllabus on time.

Lee smiled a little as happy memories came back to him. His smile vanished just as quickly when he realized what needed to be done. Taking the photo in his hands, Lee ripped himself out of the picture before stuffing his family's photo back in his pocket. Lee walked over to the door and opened it, before throwing the piece of him outside. Lee watched as the wind gave life to the piece, whisking it away and out of sight.

I'm now fully separated from them. For good.

"What are you doing?" asked a voice. Lee turned around and saw Clementine standing there staring at him.

"I was just looking for a way to turn off the alarm. The road to the junction box is blocked, so I figured I could just move this barricade out of the way, so we can open the door to the pharmacy, once we have the keys," said Lee.

"Oh, can I help?" Clementine asked excitedly. "I asked Jugram, and he said it was alright to go in here as long as you were watching me."

"Oh…I guess you can help, then," said Lee. Truth be told, he didn't really know how to speak to Clementine in a 1-on-1 setting. Normally, he had Yhwach with him to help direct the conversation, but now he was at a complete loss for words.

I guess he trusts me more than I thought he did.

Lee walked over to the pallet and pulled it back before an object fell. Lee recognized it as his dad's cane.

"What's that?" asked Clementine.

"This was my dad's cane. He'd zip around here on it from time to time," explained Lee.

"Was he sick?" asked Clementine.

"Nah, he used to whoop shoplifters with it. This cane has protected this place better than any security guard ever could. Well, besides the times we weren't here and the store got robbed." said Lee with a chuckle.

Lee set the cane down near the door to the main store.

"Plus, he knew how to make it look cool. Like you with your hat." finished Lee.

Clementine smiled and said, "My dad gave it to me."

"Well, Dads are just smart like that," responded Lee.

Lee and Clementine then got to work on moving the table while Lee warned Clementine, "Make sure to keep your fingers out of the drawers."

Clementine was surprisingly stronger than Lee thought, for an 8-year-old girl.

"So, this was your family's store?" asked Clementine.

Oh shit, did I tell her this was my family's store? No, I told her my dad used to protect this place and that was his cane. Come on Lee, you have to be more vigilant than that. Letting your guard down over a little girl.

"Uh, yeah. Let's just keep that between us, Clementine. I don't want other people to know that this store belonged to my family." requested Lee.

Clementine seemed confused about why Lee wanted to keep it a secret, but she just said "Ok. Did you work here too?"

Lee shook his head. "No, I was a teacher for college students. I taught things like history and writing."

"Oh, like social studies?" asked Clementine.

Lee chuckled. "Something like that. Did you like social studies?"

"It was super easy, but it was super boring. There were so many things we had to remember and a lot of kids in my class didn't pay attention," revealed Clementine.

"Did you pay attention?" asked Lee.

Clementine responded, "Of course I did!". Lee held a skeptical look before Clementine revealed the truth.

"Ok, there was one section about this thing called The Civil War, and it was late in the year. I just looked out the window and watched all the kids play outside, and I didn't know anything about the test. My parents were so mad at me, once my grades came back."

Fuck. I think I just died a little inside.

Lee was an avid historian and loved talking about all types of history, but he especially loved visiting Civil War sites and museums. To know that the girl next to him didn't care one bit for that event was kind of depressing.

Clementine and Lee continued to push the table to the side, with Clementine grunting as she used up more and more strength to try and help Lee.

"What did your parents do?" asked Lee. He wanted to get to know the girl better, considering he was telling so much of his personal life.

"My dad was an engineer and my mom was a doctor," revealed Clementine. She then looked a bit sad, before asking "What if my parents come home and I'm not there?"

"I'm sure they'll find us, Clementine. Once the government gets things back up and running, they'll probably have ways for families to reunite with each other," reassured Lee.

Of course, the only way they'll reunite with Clementine is if she dies. If you really wanted to help her, you would stop stringing her along on this little fantasy road trip and just tell her the truth. But you know how to keep a secret, don't you Everett?

"What about your family? Aren't you worried about them?" asked Clementine. Lee knew it was an innocent question, but he couldn't but feel guilty at the fact that he wasn't looking harder for his family.

"My family and I aren't on the best of terms right now, so I haven't really talked to them in a while. I hope they're alright, though. I wish things could have been different between us, so let's just leave it at that, ok?"

"Ok. I'm sorry for being mean," said Clementine in a guilty tone.

Lee shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, Clementine. We were both telling each other about our families. It was only natural that you would want to know why I'm not looking for mine right now."

As Clementine and Lee finished moving the desk, Clementine yelped in pain before holding her finger.

"What's wrong?" asked Lee.

"My finger. It's bleeding," explained Clementine, before she held up her finger to show Lee. Lee saw a little cut, but it was thankfully nothing serious and nothing that a little first aid couldn't fix.

"Hold on. I'll see if there's a first aid kit in here," said Lee. He grabbed Clementine and placed her on the table, before going over to the nearby desk. He saw a first aid kit and grabbed a bandage from it, before heading back over to Clementine.

"Alright, let's see if we can fix that cut," said Lee in a warm voice.

He applied the bandage to Clementine's finger and saw that the pain in Clementine's face seemed to go away.

"Better?" asked Lee.

"I feel a lot better. Thank you, Lee," responded Clementine.

"Glad to be of service," said Lee.

"Did you find anything?" asked a female voice.

Lee turned around to see Carley behind him with an inquisitive look towards him.

"Yeah, I found an alarm at the pharmacy door and was trying to figure out a way to disable it through the alleyway. Clementine and I also cleared the pharmacy door, so it would be easier to unlock once we disable the alarm and get the keys," replied Lee, as he walked closer to Carley.

Carley just stared at Lee for a moment, before she said "I know who you are."

It felt like a bucket of cold water had washed down upon Lee's very being, as Carley elaborated further.

"You're Lee Everett. You're a professor at Athens who killed a state senator who was sleeping with your wife. This is your parents' store. Folks around town know the owner's son got himself a life sentence, but I'm a reporter for WABE in Atlanta."

Lee just folded his arms, but internally he was freaking out. What if Carley told the others? What if he got kicked out and sentenced to death?

"Did you tell anyone out there who you were, or that you were tied to this place?" inquired Carley.

"No, but I think 'Jugram' might know. He saw me in a car with the police officer who was taking me to prison. But as far as I can tell, no one else knows. That's why I've been careful, only using first names," Lee explained.

Carley nodded her head. Her features seemed to become less antagonistic and a bit more understanding, but Lee didn't exactly know what to make of that.

"I paid attention to that trial. Maybe you're a murderer, but I don't really care. Frankly, that's a skill that might come in handy."

"So, you're not going to rat me out?" asked Lee.

"You seem like an okay guy, and the last thing we need is drama out there. You've got a little girl in your group that you have to take care of, so don't make me wrong about this," explained Carley.

"I don't plan to," said Lee.

"Good, because if this lasts longer than a few days, and you're a detriment to the group, then we'd have a problem," replied Carley.

"I hear you," said Lee in a short tone.

"I'll just keep it to myself, then," responded Carley.

"Thanks. I trust you," replied Lee. Considering Yhwach might already know his secret and hadn't exposed him, he felt that there was no need to be distrustful of Carley. After all, she laid out her terms explicitly. As long as Lee didn't put the group in danger, there wouldn't be any problems.

Carley smiled almost like she wasn't expecting Lee to trust her that quickly.

"No problem," she replied before she walked out of the office.

Lee turned around and was met with Clementine's piercing gaze. Shit, he forgot that Clementine was in earshot of the whole conservation. Maybe she didn't hear anything that was said.

"Hey Lee, are you a bad man?" asked Clementine.

Well, there goes that idea.

"Why are you asking, Clementine?" answered Lee. He figured the old "answer a question with another question" trick would work on a child. Clementine was no ordinary 8-year-old girl, however.

"That lady said you killed someone. Was it because he was one of the monsters trying to hurt you?"

Lee had a couple of options to answer this question. He could either lie to the girl and say it was, which wouldn't be that much of a shock, considering he had been lying to her pretty much the entire time. He could tell the truth and hope that Clementine wouldn't be terrified of the fact she was in close proximity to someone who killed another human being. Or he could technically tell the truth in a way that seemed less horrible. After all, one could characterize the murder and the whole trial as "complicated".

"It's complicated, Clementine," said Lee.

"Com-pli-cated?" asked Clementine. Lee wasn't sure if it was because she didn't understand his answer or just didn't know what the word meant.

"Yes, complicated. I did some things that I'm not proud of and it's the reason my family and I drifted apart recently. Sometimes things happen and we just have to deal with what comes afterward. Do you understand?"

Clementine nodded her head a bit unsurely. She didn't really get what exactly Lee was saying, but maybe it made sense to adults.

"Ok, I think we found everything we could in the office. Let's go back into the drugstore now," said Lee.

[Scene Break]

A pizza delivery car sped down the deserted backroads. The road itself was cracked and there were signs of litter thrown around the grass next to the road, all recent signs of life in this area.

To Glenn Rhee, the world had felt anything but alive these past few days. A normal pizza delivery boy, he had moved to Atlanta for college in hopes of securing a better future for himself. College had returned the favor by leaving him with two things: a degree and a large sum of debt.

Of course, Glenn thought he could just find a job and pay all that money back. I mean, how hard could it be to find a job in the big city with a business degree, right? Apparently, it was very hard. Not only did he have to compete with all the other business graduates, but he also had to deal with the fact that it was almost impossible for him to break into a big company's ranks. Nepotism and snobbery were strife in the industry, and Glenn was what most people would characterize as "a nice guy".

To make matters worse, Glenn had made some horrible financial decisions. Under the misdirection of some of his friends, he had made a down payment on a new 2002 Toyota Camry. Coupled with the fact that he was living in a new apartment, his financial issues only seemed to get worse and worse.

All thanks to Marty. I should have never listened to that idiot. His dad is a top executive at Goldman Sachs and pretty much takes care of Marty's lifestyle. You don't need to have the mental capacity to make smart financial decisions when you have everything you ever dreamed of.

What exactly did Glenn dream of?

Financial security, owning a luxury car, a nice woman that he could cuddle with at night, and just being in control of his own life.

Between the debt that he had already accumulated and the poor decisions he was making, it was looking like he would have to crawl back to his parents for help. He tried operating back home in Macon by getting a pizza delivery job, while he could figure things out, but it wasn't enough.

Man, I wished for anything that would get me out of asking my parents for help. I guess the old saying "Be careful what you wish for" is true.

Sure, Glenn didn't have to worry about things like unemployment and bankruptcy for the foreseeable future. But in exchange, he had to worry about his life. He certainly wished he could go back to a time when people weren't eating each other.

At least I found others to watch my back. And with those new people that we saved, I'm sure we can all get out of Macon safely and get to wherever it is we're going.

He didn't really have much thought about the people he found himself banding with to survive, besides the fact that Larry was a major douchebag, Lilly seemed very strict, and Carley and Doug seemed pretty cool. As for the new people, Lee seemed like a stand-up guy, Kenny was a good family man, and Yhwach was... something else entirely. Yhwach wasn't just calm under pressure; he was almost unnervingly composed, like he was in control of the entire situation, even when things got chaotic. It was like he didn't just expect to survive—he knew he would, and everyone else was just a part of the plan. Glenn couldn't quite figure him out, but one thing was clear: you didn't want to get on his bad side.

If I stick around, that is.

Glenn didn't mind the crew that he was currently sticking with, but the horrors of recent times had him concerned about the safety of his friends. Marty, Eric, Callum, Tanisha, and Alice. A group of people that had been good to him since he met their freshman year of college. A group of people who he knew would have his back if he was ever in a serious jam.

Should I go to Atlanta to look for them? I don't really know how bad it is there. Maybe the government has taken control and I'm just wasting my time. Or maybe they're in danger and they need my help. Fuck.

Glenn had tried making numerous phone calls since the news about people eating each other had first sprung up on his T.V., but he couldn't get through to any of them. Was that just because the phone lines were down in Atlanta, or a sign that they were in danger somehow?

So many questions for Glenn and not enough answers.

As he continued to drive down the barely lit road, Glenn focused back on his mission to secure gas for the group. Gas would not only allow his group to get out of Macon but also give him the option to split if he desired. The old motor inn had seen better days, and it was certainly wasn't a place Glenn would voluntarily go to during normal times. However, he didn't have the luxury of choosing where to go anymore. This was the closest place to Macon and the most likely place to give him what he needed. There seemed to be no signs of abandoned cars on the road, so he would have to siphon most of his gas from the cars inside the motor inn and hope that it was enough.

And maybe I can find other survivors too. We can't be the only people who had the idea to go to the Motor Inn for supplies.

He wondered what Lilly and Larry would have to say about that considering they weren't too keen on rescuing Lee's group. If he brought back more people, Larry might just blow a fuse. Then again, Glenn would take the brunt of his anger if it meant helping someone else survive.

After a few more minutes, Glenn arrived at his destination. The motor inn seemed to be just as deserted as the roads Glenn had just traversed. There were a few cars in the parking lot including one hoisted up on some kind of ramp. Glenn guessed the car was left in the park, which was the reason it wasn't moving. There was also an RV, which would have made a good vehicle if Glenn didn't already have his pizza delivery car.

Still, something about the motor inn seemed off. There appeared to be no walkers, but that didn't reassure Glenn at all. The motel was shrouded in a cloud of darkness, almost like the place was a beacon of light for any weary travelers coming to seek salvation.

There could be ones that I'm just not seeing. I'll have to be careful.

Glenn quickly got to work. He went to a car on the far right and got straight to work, siphoning gas as quickly as he could. All the while, he looked around for any signs of the dead but saw nothing. Maybe this was his lucky day after all. The car almost had a full gas tank, which surprised Glenn considering that someone could have just driven the car away.

Well, I guess the owner could have just gotten away in someone else's car. It's not like the parking lot is full.

Once he was finished, Glenn went to the other car and siphoned the gas from there. It wasn't as much, but it was enough to fill at least one of the two cars that Lee's group had come in. Satisfied with his haul, Glenn went over to the RV. Before going to the gas tank, he checked the inside for any signs of people. Surprisingly, the RV was mostly clean, and there didn't seem to be much besides a couple of dirty dishes in the sink. If the group did decide to head to the motor inn, this would be a pretty good vehicle to use.

For now, Glenn was focused on getting enough gas to make sure the group could come here in the first place. He opened the gas tank…to find nothing.

Well, looks like my luck was bound to run out eventually.

Glenn took the gas tanks he had filled up and put them in the trunk of his car. At least, he was able to scrounge up about 1.5 gallons of gas. He figured that he could just take a different route back to the drugstore, to see if there were any extra cars worth siphoning from. As Glenn was about to leave, he heard faint crying coming from the upstairs balcony.

Confused, he looked up. The crying was muffled but seemed to be coming behind a door that was barricaded. Glenn slowly walked up the stairs, before walking down the aisle towards the door. As he got closer, he was able to discern the crying to be that of a woman.

She might be scared about what's going on. Here's your chance to help someone, Glenn.

Glenn quietly knocked on the door. The crying was reduced to just sniffles, so he decided to announce his presence.

"Hello! Whoever's in there, you can come out. There don't seem to be any walkers here, so I can take you back to my group."

"Please, just go away!" yelled the voice, before she started crying again.

"What? Look, I can help you, lady. You just have to trust me." replied Glenn. The woman seemed to be in hysterics and started blubbering. Most of it was unintelligible, but Glenn caught the word bitten.

Does she think I got bitten?

"I'm not bitten! I know that the bite is what turns you into one of them, but my group is safe. We're located at a drugstore inside Macon. There's safety in numbers."

The woman started crying louder, so Glenn started banging on the door. He just couldn't bring himself to leave this woman who clearly was not cut out for this world. If he left her, she was as good as dead.

"JUST GO!!!!!" yelled the woman.

Glenn was about to plead once again but stopped once he heard the sound of walkers moaning below. Quickly, he looked downward and saw a few of the dead ambling out of the shadows from the woods across from the motor inn. All the racket that Glenn and the woman were making must have attracted them.

Shit, shit, shit! I've got to get out of here.

Glenn quickly ran down the steps and tried going to his car, but the walkers were in close proximity by this point. Unless he wanted to have a bite taken out of him, he had to come up with an alternate plan. Running away on foot was an equally stupid option, but he had to get away from the area somehow. As he ran across the parking lot, he spotted an icebox.

I bet I could hide in there. At least, the walkers won't notice me and they'll go away.

Glenn booked it to the icebox, before opening the door and climbing in. He shut the door gently, so the walkers wouldn't be alerted to his current position. Now, he had to come up with a plan. The walkers were inside the motor inn near his car, so he couldn't just make a run for it blindly. If he had some help, he could maybe get to his car and save the girl, but there was no way to...

Wait! That's it! Glenn had the walkie-talkie that Lee had given him in the drugstore. The little girl, Clementine, should have the other one, so he could use it to contact them for help. Once they arrived, Glenn would tell them of the woman's plight and they would be able to kill the walkers and save the girl. With newfound vigor, Glenn pulled out the walkie-talkie and pressed the ON button.

[Scene Break Location: Drugstore]

Yhwach leaned against the wall of the drugstore, his posture relaxed but his mind alert. From his vantage point, he overheard the entire conversation between Lee and Carley, followed by Lee's awkward exchange with Clementine.

The weight of the revelation struck Yhwach with a blend of intrigue and calculation. He remained impassive, his eyes betraying none of the thoughts swirling in his mind. The puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place, but the full picture remained elusive.

So, Lee Everett is indeed tied to this place and has a complicated past. Yhwach mused silently. The admission of guilt in the form of a state senator and a trial only deepened the complexity of Lee's character. It wasn't the details of the crime that piqued his interest; it was the implications of Lee's actions and how they would influence the future of their group.

An entire group now relies on a man with such a dark past, one who might be hiding more than just his identity. His interactions with Clementine show a certain protective instinct—a trait that is both a strength and a liability in these dire times.

Yhwach's mind wandered to the nature of Lee's responses. The professor's careful word choices, his evident discomfort, and his guarded demeanor suggested a man who was trying to distance himself from his past. But Yhwach was adept at reading people; Lee's actions revealed more than words ever could.

Lee's ability to maintain composure while under pressure speaks to his resilience, but it also raises questions about his true nature. His past crimes and the recent conversation hint at a struggle within him—one that might affect his decisions and actions.

The information Yhwach gathered was valuable, yet he knew better than to confront Lee directly. Revealing that he had overheard the conversation would only serve to create further tension and mistrust.

He recalled the scene from the forest—the car crash, the dead police officer, and Lee in handcuffs. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together. While he had his suspicions about Lee's background, the conversation had shed light on the man's struggle and the burden of his past. Yhwach could see how Lee's actions, however dubious, were driven by circumstances and the weight of personal loss.

As he pushed himself away from the wall and moved deeper into the drugstore, Yhwach resolved to keep a close watch on Lee. Understanding the professor's motivations and actions would be crucial in the days to come, and he intended to use this knowledge to maintain order and ensure that the group remained united.

[Scene Break Location: Entrance of the pharmacy]

Doug stared out the little slit through the door that let him know if there were any walkers approaching. Currently, the steel gate offered an extra set of protection, but who knew how long that would last?

Consumer-grade steel only takes about four to five days to rust. Although the door is probably made of stronger stuff, hopefully. Doug thought.

If worst came to worst, Doug didn't know what else he could do besides run away. He wasn't a James Bond super soldier who could kill people by dual-wielding double-barrel shotguns. No, Doug was an IT technician who much preferred the comfort and solitude of his own room over making sure dead people wouldn't come and try to eat him. He only volunteered to keep watch, because, realistically, what else could he do?

Maybe offer a kind word in these troubled times?

From what occurred in the drugstore since Lee's group arrived, it seemed as though some people could use some kind words.

Doug just sighed internally at his thoughts. It was so easy to fall into a period of self-loathing and despair, but he had a place in the group too. Even if he wasn't the first choice for a survival movie protagonist, he could still make himself useful. He had extensive knowledge of technology including but not limited to computers, televisions, radios, Rube Goldberg machines, and even how to make the perfect trebuchet using only planks of wood and string.

....

Okay, he didn't know how exactly the last one would work in his favor, but maybe he could devise a system where they chuck walkers out of their new home. Wherever that would be.

Staying in this drugstore will probably lead us all to our grave. It's a good thing Glenn went to go get gas from the motor inn.

"Hey, Doug." said a female voice. Doug turned around to see Carley standing behind him. Doug had actually saved the reporter's life by getting her out of her news van and ushering her into the pharmacy. Of course, the lady next to her had gotten eaten, before he could help, but Doug was just glad he could help someone.

It didn't even involve any contraptions or anything. Just a bit of courage.

He also noticed that Carley's demeanor was different than what he was used to in the short time he had gotten to know her. She seemed so self-assured and fiery, but her shoulders were a bit slumped and she didn't look directly at Doug in the eyes. If anything, she seemed like a combination of being nervous and...shy?

Why would anyone be shy when talking to me? I'm just a nerd.

"I just…wanted to properly thank you for saving my life earlier. I know I didn't really get the chance to, so I just wanted you to know I appreciate it," said Carley.

"Oh. It was nothing, really. I didn't do anything special." stated Doug.

Carley just took a step closer, and said "Well, I thought it was special."

This time, she was looking directly at Doug. Doug didn't really know how to respond to that so he kept quiet. The awkward silence dragged on for a few seconds before Carley cleared her throat and backed away.

"I mean, I just am glad that I'm still alive to tell the tale, you know?" chuckled Carley. Doug had no idea what had come upon her at that moment, but he chose to keep quiet.

Don't need to make the situation any more awkward.

"So, what brought you here in the first place? Are you a local?" inquired Carley.

"No, I'm from North Carolina, actually. I moved down here to live with my uncle since I got a lot better job opportunities in Atlanta. The family was pretty close by, so it just seemed about as natural as peanut butter and jelly." responded Doug.

"Alright. What did you work as?" asked Carley.

"I was an IT technician working for Microsoft. I mean, think about that. One of the biggest tech companies in the world called me and asked for my services! I was pretty excited to tell you the truth." exclaimed Doug.

He still remembered the representative calling his phone like it was yesterday.

[Doug's Flashback]

"Hello, Doug Kowalski. We would be delighted to extend you an invitation to work in our IT department at the location in Atlanta, Georgia. You mentioned interest in this specific work site, so we assume that you will have the necessary means of transportation to complete your duties. Do you accept?"

[End of Doug's Flashback]

"So, you're pretty good with tech?" responded Carley. "That's good. I can barely change the batteries on my own phone. At least, we can balance each other out."

"Uh, you don't need to change the batteries on your phone," said Doug in a confused tone.

"What? Of course, I know that, Doug! I was just giving an example." said Carley shakily before laughing nervously.

The conversation died down once again as it usually did with conversations involving Doug. He had never really been good with small talk, mainly because he never had many friends to talk with in the first place.

"So...is your family okay? You mentioned you lived with your uncle. Did anything happen to him?" questioned Carley. Doug raised his eyebrows in shock. That was not what he was expecting. Fearing that she had overstepped, Carley quickly started an apology.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I was just wond-"

"It's okay, Carley. I'm not offended by your question. I was just surprised since no one had really taken an interest in my personal life before. You might have been the first person who asked me if my family was ok once this whole conundrum started." reassured Doug with a small smile.

Carley smiled back. "Well, I'm an investigative reporter. It's my job to take an interest in others' lives and report the facts to the people watching at home. Although, there's no one I'm reporting to but myself. Call it satisfying my curiosity if you will."

"Well, I don't really know what happened to my uncle, parents, or anyone else truth be told. I hope they made it somewhere safe, but seeing how bad Macon is just makes my skin crawl when I think about what could have happened to them," stated Doug.

Come to think of it, I haven't really spared one thought for my family. What are you doing, Doug? That's not how Mom and Dad raised you.

"Well, if you're their son, I'm sure they're smart enough to take care of themselves," said Carley.

Doug smiled at that. He was glad Carley was able to make him feel better, but he was just happy someone was talking to him about something other than how to hack into a server. Doug couldn't count how many times some dumb kid called in complaining about their friends before asking what the best way to scramble their internet would be.

As if IT is designated to help troublemakers achieve their dreams.

The faint growling outside reminded Doug of what he should be doing right now. His sworn duty. Protect the door at all costs.

"I should be getting back to watch, but it was nice talking with you, Carley," said Doug sincerely.

"Sure, I wouldn't want to distract you and get us all killed." chuckled Carley.

She walked away and Doug went back to his post. He found himself wishing more than ever that there would be no more death tonight.

[Scene Break Location: Drugstore]

Yhwach heard the faint crackling of static, a sound that pulled his attention away from his thoughts. He turned just in time to see Clementine holding out the walkie-talkie, her small fingers gripping it tightly as a voice came through the other end.

"Uh, Clementine, right? This is Glenn. If you're on the radio, can you put Lee on the phone? Or the talkie or whatever?"

Clementine quickly handed the walkie-talkie to Lee, who took it with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Yeah, it's Lee. What's going on?"

The tension in the air was palpable as Glenn's voice, though slightly distorted, came through clearly. "So… I'm down at that motor inn, and I'm stuck."

"Stuck?" Lee echoed, his brow furrowing.

"Yeah," Glenn replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "I saw a chance to get some extra supplies for the group, but a bunch of the roaming ones got the jump on me. I'm hiding over here, but they won't leave."

Before Lee could respond, Yhwach stepped closer, his presence imposing yet calm. "Is there something wrong?" he inquired, his tone even and measured.

Lee looked up at Yhwach, his expression a mixture of determination and urgency. "Glenn's trapped down at the motor inn. Hang in there, Glenn. We'll talk things over and send a group to come get you, alright?"

"Awesome. I'll sit tight until then," Glenn replied, a hint of relief in his voice.

As Lee lowered the walkie-talkie, Yhwach's piercing gaze met his. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I'm going to go down there and try to rescue Glenn from the motor inn," Lee said, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "I'm also a local, so I know how to get to the place quickly."

Yhwach's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind already working through the possible outcomes. "You... are aware of the risks involved?"

"Yeah, I am," Lee replied, his tone firm. "But Glenn's part of our group, and we can't just leave him out there to fend for himself. Besides, we need those supplies."

Yhwach's gaze narrowed slightly, his voice calm but laced with caution. "You should take some help. It would be pretty foolish of you to just go alone. You never know what could happen."

"Yeah, I got you," said Lee.

Who should he take though?

Kenny had his family here, Lilly was busy taking care of Larry, and Doug was on watch, plus Lee didn't know his capabilities around walkers. Whatever the situation was, there was probably going to be more Walker blood on his hands by the time everything was said and done.

That left 2 options.

He could take Carley and her dead-eye down to the motor inn. From what he saw out in the street, Carley was pretty handy with a gun and knew how to take care of herself in a tough situation. She would certainly have Lee's back despite his checkered past, and it would be good to get in her good graces to reduce the probability that she would expose Lee as a murderer.

Furthermore, Lee Everett was many things, one of which was being a straight man. And he had to admit to himself that once he got a better look at her in the office that she did look kind of-

Lee mentally slapped himself before he could finish that thought.

Stop that, you idiot! Glenn's in danger and that's the reason you decide to bring someone along?

Yeah, Carley was good with a gun and dependable in a hostile situation. Yep, that was all.

The second option was ol' reliable. Lord Yhwach himself, Yhwach, and Lee had built up a rapport from the moment the car crash happened. Yhwach had saved Lee's life on multiple occasions. To Lee, the choice seemed easy at first glance. Whenever Yhwach and Lee teamed up, they got shit done. There was no better duo that could handle things in the apocalypse more than Yhwach and Lee.

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Who does [M] (Lee Everett) take with him?

A) His Majesty Yhwach

B) Carley

C) Both of them. ( Yhwach & Carley )

D) No one.

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Relationships [M] (Lee Everett):

Yhwach: 6/10

You can't quite put your finger on what it is about 'Jugram.' He's calm, composed, and always seems to have a plan, but you can't deny that he's been useful. There's a strange sense of mutual respect between you two, You've seen him do things that make you question whether he's really on your side, but at the same time, he's helped when it counted. You're cautious around him—there's a feeling that he's sizing you up, just like you're doing with him.

Clementine: 7/10

She's still so young, but she's stronger than I thought. I can see the fear in her eyes, but she's holding on. I need to protect her, and make sure she doesn't lose that little bit of hope she still has.

Kenny: 7/10

Nothing changed.

Katjaa: 8/10

Nothing changed.

Duck: 7/10

Nothing changed.

Lilly: 3/10

She's getting increasingly frustrated at what's happening with the pharmacy having an alarm. and 'Jugram' Interrogation. She's starting to get desperate to get her father the pills he needs.

Larry: 2/10

Larry still absolutely fucking hates you.

Carley: 6/10

She appreciates that you trusted her. From her first impressions of you, she doesn't think you're a bad guy. Plus She wouldn't mind going along.

Doug: 6/10

Nothing changed.

Glenn: 6/10

He eagerly awaits your arrival, so he can reveal what he was actually doing.

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Group Stats:

Trust: 55/100

Glenn is currently in trouble right now.

Members: 11

Choose wisely... Every Decision Counts.