Clem takes one last look at the house and steels herself for ZAMBIE ADVENTURE!
People trying to push a car!
Maaaaaaaan. I ain't never gettin' home to mama at this rate.
This sucks.
It's hot dish night.
Clem hesitates as Lee goes to open the gate.
Should I stay?
What?
I don't want to sleep in the treehouse tonight, but I don't know if I should leave. What if my parents come home?
I don't know...
Neither do I.
Let's go somewhere safe that's close, ok?
That's a good idea.
Lee and Clem open the gate and step outside.
Hey there!
Holy shit!
Don't eat us!
We're not going to hurt you.
Phew, thought for a second there you and the little one were BOTH going to give us the chomp.
We need help.
Are you trying to get out of here? Because you should be. Those things are all over the damn place. I haven't seen anything as gnarly as this neighborhood since downtown Atlanta, fifteen miles back.
I'm Shawn, Shawn Greene.
Lee. This is Clementine.
We shouldn't be out in the open like this.
How about you help us clear the way and we'll take you and your daughter out of here, and down to my family's farm. It should be safer there.
I'm not her dad, I'm her babysitter. Her parents are out of town. *? Shawn thinks you're the babysitter now.*
Clementine gives Lee the hairy eyeball but doesn't say anything.
Let's get going. Staying put for too long is a mistake.
Lee turns and asks Clem
What do you want to do?
I...
Them monsters comin'! WE GOTTA GO!
Lee, quick! Let's go!
Sure, have the guy with the wounded leg help push the car while Chet keeps his fat ass occupied zombie-watching! DAMN YOU CHET.
As babysitters go, I'd say her parents owe you a tip.
No sweat, man. I'll catch you tomorrow night.
It was nice to meet ya both.
Lee waves as Chet wanders off.
I was worried it'd be bad here, too.
Been quiet as usual the past couple days. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothing new.
I wouldn't have made it back without Chet.
Well, I'm glad you took him with you then.
You've brought a couple guests.
Your boy's a lifesaver.
Glad he could be of help to somebody.
So it's just you and your daughter then.
Oh, not his daughter, he's the babysitter.
Honey, do you know this man?
Yes.
Ok then.
Well, looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there.
Yeah, it's not doing so good.
I can help you out. Shawn, run on in and check on your sister. You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll go see what I have.
Let's have a look. Yeah, this is swollen to hell.
It HURTS like hell.
I bet it does.
What'd you say your name was?
I didn't. *? Hershel will remember that*
Well, now's the time.
Doesn't matter, right?
Huh. Well, if you're going to be here overnight I'm going to need it. Unless you'd rather hit the road.
It's Lee.
Well Lee, --just Lee, I take it-- I'm Hershel Greene.
Bandage bandage bandage medicine medicine.
How'd this happen?
Jumping a fence. *? Hershel doubts you*
Running from something?
Just like everybody else.
What type'a danger has the girl seen?
The kind there's a lot of.
She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company.
I still just can't imagine it.
Consider yourself lucky.
House is full up with mine. We've got another displaced family of three sleeping in the barn. You and your daughter are welcome to rest there, when we're done here.
I didn't catch your name, darlin'.
Can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine.
I'm looking after her until we find her parents.
Shawn walks out of the house and joins us on the porch.
Hey dad, so I'm thinking, first thing tomorrow, we gotta reinforce the fence around the farm.
That doesn't seem necessary.
I don't know what you saw on the TV or heard on the radio, but there's some serious SHIT hitting the fan.
I don't think anyone knows how big it is yet.
Your son's right. You're going to want to fortify this place.
Stuff like that doesn't happen around here, Shawn.
Dad, I'm serious. Lee, come on, tell him what you saw out there, man.
Teenage girl with her guts spilled out on the floor stood up from the dead and tried to bite me.
Well, do what you think you should. We've got plenty of chores as it is.
Lee and those folks in the barn can help out in the morning. We gotta do it, really.
I already said ok.
Well, I'm all done here. It should start to feel better tomorrow.
Thanks.
If your leg gets hot or the swelling doesn't go down; you're probably dealing with an infection.
What do we do then?
We'll probably just have to shoot you.
We'll clean it, re-dress it and you'll be fine.
Clem gives Hershel a dirty look at this punchline, but I wasn't quick enough on the trigger finger.
Ok, that'd be preferable.
There's blankets and such in the barn. We'll be seeing you bright and early.
Come tomorrow, which way you think you're headed?
Towards Macon, I suppose.
Hershel nods, turns and smiles at Clem, then heads inside the house.
Alright then.
It smells like...
Shit.
*Exasperated sigh*
That was a swear.
A moment passes.
I miss my mom and dad.
I bet, Clem.
How far is Savannah?
Pretty far.
Oh. Ok.
A woman's voice with dream-reverb: I love you baby. *Laughter* *Sudden scream*