Okay, I’ll admit a few things. I had difficulty getting Lee physically involved with the story (even thought this was written today – I had planned on leaving him out completely, but a few people PM’ed me and asked to have him involved, and not just mentioned – there was also a review that asked him to be in this chapter. If I played the game differently, and had of let Lee reanimate into a zombie, this chapter might be very different. But I do love Lee, and the game wouldn’t have ended well for me if I didn’t make sure he died a human, and was only ever a human. So here you go, Chapter Two, with Lee. Enjoy, and RIP you awesome game character.

Christa had guessed that Lee and Clementine went out – out, apparently, into the herd of Walkers. The fact that Lee (or possibly Clementine, but that seemed unlikely) had pulled out the dead Walker’s guts was very apparent, but neither Omid nor Christa understood why he would – there didn’t seem to be any need to. It was also possible that the dead man near the wall had killed the Walker long before Lee got there, but as the gun that was left on the floor near the Walker was next to the Walker, it seemed unlikely.

It took a short while before they could find a way to get Omid back onto the roof without causing much pain to his leg – a convenient ladder to the roof practically appeared out of nowhere – as the two didn’t plan on facing the large amount of Walkers in the streets.

“So they left without us.”Omid shook his head, sitting down on the concrete roof of yet another building, and pulled

out two energy bars from his pocket. “We don’t know that.” He handed Christa an energy bar. “For all we know, they were chased out.”

“That doesn’t explain the cutting out the insides of a Walker, Omid. Lee saw an opportunity to leave, and he took it without us. And now he’s put Clementine in danger because of it!”

This was the second anger outburst that Christa had had that day. The first one was understandable – they were under a lot of pressure before Kenny threw a statue’s head at the attic wall, which got them out – but now? Sure, it’s understandable, but they weren’t being chased by Walkers, and the two really needed to rest. But Christa might have been right – Lee could have left with Clementine, and without Omid and Christa, but Omid refused to believe that.

Still, Omid could help but think that Christa might be hiding something. As Christa opened her energy bar and took a bite, Omid stared at her.

“Christa, are you alright?”She slumped down onto the roof, looking down at her knees as she thought. “I need to tell

you something.” She stood up again, which was a big mistake, as the cracking from the movement might as well have been deafening.

Somehow, the roof underneath the two collapsed, falling into its building, and taking Christa and Omid with it. Both of them hit the floor hard, coughing from the dust. Christa brushed bits of concrete off of herself. “Are you hurt?”

Omid coughed a little, wiping dust out of his eyes before being able to reply. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He sat up and looked at the whole in the ceiling. “Fuck, I could have sworn that was stable.”

Christa nodded, looking up for a few seconds before scanning her surroundings. Two dead Walkers – one attacked by a baseball bat, the other probably shot in the head due to it’s lack of movement, as Christa couldn’t see it’s whole body – it was hidden behind a radiator. There was also a garage door, and an office of which had a door outside.

“No way back up onto the roof from here. We’ll have to risk it.” Omid groaned. “I don’t think the roller door goes straight into the street.”

Christa stood, and slowly walked over to the garage door, Omid pulling himself up with a groan of pain. Christa sighed, and attempted to pull the garage door open. After several attempts, and Omid managing to help her, neither managed to get it open.

“It’s not going to budge.” Christa sighed and leaned against the garage door.Omid nodded, looking back up at Christa. “Well, could be worse . . .”

At that unfortunate moment, Christa looked towards the radiator, and her heart sank. The body of who she and Omid originally thought a dead Walker, was in fact . . .

Lee.Lee. Dead.There were no words to describe what Christa felt. Her hope of Clementine being safe was

banished at the sight of the bloodied head of Lee. His eyes were closed, his body limp. There was no hope for him. None.

Omid turned his head when Christa didn’t say anything, and breathed one word. “Fuck.”A tear fell from Christa’s eye when she examined Lee’s lifeless body. “Bullet to the head.

Killed him instantly.” She sniffed, and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “He must’ve had Clementine shoot him, or he shot himself . . .”

Omid put his hand on her shoulder, barely able to speak. “He’s hand-cuffed to the radiator. He knew he had to protect Clem.” A little more quietly. “They did the right thing.”

That didn’t make Christa feel better. She sniffed again, standing and straightening herself out. Omid pulled her close, still looking at the lifeless Lee, and he just stayed silent.

And the silence just got too much for Christa.“We need to find Clementine.” She pulled away from Omid gently, turning away from Lee.

“Or at least a safe place to rest and sleep.”“Agreed.” He huffed. “Getting out of here will be a problem though. I don’t know where that

door in the office leads . . . We could stumble right into a herd of Walkers.”“It’s worth a shot. If it means getting out of here, then I’m all for it. The quicker we get out of

Savannah, the better.”Instead of going straight to the door in the office, Christa moved back to where the two fell

in, attempting to ignore Lee. “If we find something to make this distance shorter, we’d be able to get back onto the roof.”

Omid kept quiet, searching for ideas. “The radiator is pretty close to the hole. We could use that to climb up?”

The woman sighed, looking back at the radiator. “I’d feel a lot more comfortable if Lee wasn’t hand-cuffed to it . . .”

“We can’t do anything about that right now. Let’s just take the chance to get out of here, okay? We’ll work out everything . . . later.”

Like last chapter, Chapter Two may be subject to the occasional edit. If you think this chapter was too short, please tell me via PM or review! I do appreciate the comments, and I can’t believe it became what I consider to be somewhat popular in a short time (compared to my other stories on Fiction Press...)! Again, reviews suggestions are really helpful to me, and without last chapter’s reviews, this chapter would have been very different!