"I know what y’ mean, Jane… Sometimes, I wonder if I coulda changed what’s happened… An’ I try t’ let go, but sometimes I jus’ can’t sleep at night. I jus’ can’t let it go, I guess. And I really, really wish that I could."

"The only thing that can really help me out with that feeling is knowing I did my best at the occurrence. Other than that, I still feel pretty shitty. But, then I remember. Those events brought me here, to your group. And... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grateful for it."

A moment of silence took place.

"Weird question, but uh... Are you glad I joined the group?"

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"...I guess not. I just... sometimes I wake up and regret nearly everything I've done. Has that ever happened to you? Stuck with the... nasty feeling that you could've done something at a certain time."

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His face distorted in disgust, moving his head backwards instinctively; it smelled awful. This was some weird cult shit, and Jane had agreed to let him in - and this was the initiation.

"…the fuck," he mumbled, shaking his head in disbelief. Bending down, he grabbed some of the blood and guts and smeared it over his face, shivering at the strange simultaneous cold and warm sensation of the lurker’s remains. He moved to cover his front, getting his pants and jacket, and turned around for Jane to get his back.

What had he gotten himself into? 

It was easy to tell that Troy definitely wasn't a big fan of this, and god, Jane almost laughed at his expression as he covered himself in the rotted insides of the walker. But, keeping her face straight with her focus on the seriousness of the situation, she began scooping up some more remains. Rubbing them in thick-ish clumps on his back, she made sure to cover his backside completely, before rubbing the rest on her face. Her face scrunched up in the strong-ness of the reek, and she coughed into her sleeve. Gross.

"Wasn't that hard, was it? Now, just stay quiet, and move slow. Can't stress that enough. You act and smell like them, they won't see the difference."

Always one to fall for a pretty face’s words, Troy bit his lip and glanced away, the growls and hisses of the lurker herd muffled in the background. There was no time to mull this over - they needed to leave, now. 

He had to trust her word.

"I- Okay. Alright, m’comin’."

Feeling a bit at ease, knowing that she came through to him, Jane shoved her hands into the sliced open carcass of the walker. The cut open, decaying flesh smelled terrible. Never really something you got used to. "Lucky there's still plenty of guts to go around. Smear yourself good."

"Don't worry; I don't think you can smell any worse than you already do." Even at a time like this, Jane was still taunting him.

"Where would we go…?"

"Somewhere far away from this place. Somewhere safer. Better."

Jane would be lying if she said she expected to get this far with reasoning with him.

"You better hurry up if you're coming with us. Neither of us have time to wait for your decision."

"Because, I'm experienced with this type of situation. It will work, just... let's quiet down before we draw unwanted attention."

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The man suddenly stopped in his tracks when he considered moving and went into a pause and looked backed at the woman after the pause was over. “Clementine is the little girl I’ve spent months trying to find. I’m the one who made her the smart little survivor she apperently is today. Ever mention someone named Lee? You’re looking at him.”

"Oh... oh shit, I have. You're the guy who ripped half of Savannah apart to find her? Wow... I'm uh, kinda surprised that you'd do something like that. She told me she missed you a lot... Now I really hope you run into her again. Feel like that'd be a happy ruinion. Wasn't that douc--... Uh. Guy named Kenny in your old group, too? Think he mentioned you while talking to Clem."

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The man did nod his head ever to slightly as he looked around for a very brief mooment then back towards his path ahead as he sighed ever so slightly at some thoughts. “We all lose people in this world and it’s not going to change. It will just keep on happening, but maybe not. Hopefully I do, that person’s kind of really young so she’s good at hiding or making herself impossible to find. And I used to call her sweet pea, eh.” He stated with a chuckle.

"That's, uh... Sweet. I knew a little girl too. I left the group we were in, though. I couldn't handle seeing her... y'know."

She was quiet for a moment, just looking at the ground. For a few seconds, she was just silent in thought.

"She was smart, though. Really smart. I'm pretty sure she's fine out there. You ever see a little girl named Clementine, tell her Jane said hi."

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Lee then looked around briefly to check for any signs danger before agreeing with her in the fashion of a nod. “That’s the usual for most survivors, sadly. No, I’m on my own. Everyone I knew is dead and the one that’s still alive, I have no idea where they are. Looking didn’t work out so now, I just wait.”

When you heard about a loss of a close one to somebody, it was... sad. Even if it was a stranger. Jane couldn't tell if it was better or worse these days. You want someone you love to have it easier; not having to go through the shit you do in this tattered world. But, you never want to be someone who loses that person. Since you still cling dearly to the hope that it will one day be the same again. Like it used to be. But, for now...

Being strong was important. Loss was common now.Everyone's luck runs out sooner or later.

"I'm... sorry. I've lost people as well, if that serves as any comfort. It's just good to know they're in a better place, right?"

"I, uh... really hope you find that person you were talking about. I'm sure they're out there, trying to find you too."

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"We share the same feeling on the world then. I won’t kill anyone either, unless they deserve it or are dead."

"Not too far from here. It’s covered by an electric fence. Been safe for sixteen months. Lets just say a relative thought this might happen and prepared me with something that would keep me alive for years while I deal with it." He stated, turning back towards his path.

"I suppose it's good we share the same views. Considering what we go by is the most humane way to go, after all of what's... happened."

Jane was... surprised that he opened up to her like that, trusting her with talking about the location and details of his safehouse. Wow, that sounded like a safe place to relax.

"That sounds nice. I've been going place to place; don't exactly have a place to call 'home' these days. But that doesn't matter. Uh... anyone with you there? In my opinion, solo's the way to go, but... just wondering."