The Walking Dead : Lee Everett

"Everyone ready?"

Lee's voice was calm but firm, cutting through the tense silence. He stood near the back door, peering outside one last time for any signs of danger. The plan was straightforward but risky: they would make a break for the cars waiting in the alley. Three drivers—Shawn, Kenny, and Lee's brother—would lead the convoy, while Lee himself stayed behind until everyone was safely in their vehicles.

The drivers had their instructions. Lee's brother, familiar with the neighborhood, would take point, guiding the group to the fuel station. Shawn and Kenny would follow closely behind. Lee's role was to ensure no one was left behind and that any last-minute threats were dealt with.

He turned back to the group, his gaze sweeping over their anxious faces. 

"Stick to the plan" 

He said firmly. 

"Run to the cars, no stopping. Drivers, wait until everyone's inside before you move. I'll bring up the rear."

Everyone nodded, their determination outweighing their fear.

"Let's go" 

Lee commanded, gesturing with his hand.

The group moved swiftly, darting out of the back door in a single file. Their movements were quiet but urgent, the tension thick in the air. Lee watched as they made their way to the cars, keeping low and moving quickly.

Once everyone was outside, Lee slipped back into the drugstore. He moved with purpose, heading straight for the medicine shelves. he activated his inventory—an infinite sub-space that allowed him to store items without limit. The shelves emptied in moments, the medicines vanishing in the Inventory as he touched each.

Lee knew the risk of leaving the supplies behind. A helicopter crash would devastate this place in a few days, and any remaining resources would be lost. He wasn't about to take that chance.

Satisfied that he had secured everything, Lee hurried back to the alley. He saw the group piling into the cars, moving quickly but orderly. With one last glance around to ensure they weren't being followed, he joined them, slipping into the last vehicle just as the engines roared to life.

The convoy moved through the streets, dodging the occasional walker and sticking to less congested paths. The drive to the fuel station was short but tense. Every turn of the road, every shadow, held the potential for danger.

Finally, the station came into view. It was a small, fenced-in area with a few scattered pumps and an adjoining convenience store. The area wasn't walker-free, but the group managed to avoid drawing attention as they pulled in and parked the cars in a defensive formation.

Lee stepped out of the vehicle, scanning the area with practiced caution. 

"Everyone stay sharp" 

He said. 

"We'll clear the place and make sure it's secure before settling in."

The group nodded, their exhaustion momentarily pushed aside by the need to survive. They had made it this far, but the fight was far from over.

The group prepared for the next critical step. Knives were drawn silently, the cold metal glinting faintly under the dim light. Lee had been clear: noise would be their undoing. A single gunshot or raised voice could draw every walker in the area to their location, overwhelming them before they could secure the fuel station.

The only exceptions were Clementine and Carl. The two children clutched small handguns tightly, their fingers resting just above the triggers, as they had been taught. Though they lacked the strength or skill to wield knives effectively, their firearms were a last resort. Sandra and Katjaa stayed close to them, protective yet tense, with Katjaa keeping Duck close in her arms.

Lee motioned for the group to follow him as he walked toward the station. The harsh glow from the bulb attracted a small group of walkers near the far wall, their grotesque forms lurching toward the illumination as if hypnotized.

Without a word, Lee led the charge, moving with deadly precision. His knife struck true each time, the blade sinking into skulls with an unsettling ease. The others followed his lead, dispatching the walkers as quickly and quietly as possible.

Kenny, despite his usual bravado, struggled momentarily when a walker lunged at him. Lee reacted instantly, his arm snapping forward as he threw his knife with incredible accuracy. The blade embedded itself into the walker's skull, mere inches from Kenny's face.

"Thanks" 

Kenny muttered, his voice low but filled with genuine gratitude.

Shawn, too, found himself in trouble when a walker staggered toward him from the shadows. Before he could react, Lee had already retrieved another knife and hurled it. The blade struck its target with deadly precision, saving Shawn in an instant.

The group paused for a moment, their breaths shallow as they processed what had just happened. Lee stood at the center of the room, calm and composed, wiping the blood of his blade on his sleeve before retrieving the thrown knives.

One by one, their eyes turned to Lee. His skill, his decisiveness, and his unwavering focus had left an impression. He had not only proven his ability to handle himself in the heat of danger but also his willingness to put himself at risk for the safety of others.

"Damn, Lee" 

Kenny said quietly, breaking the silence. 

"You've got some moves."

Lee gave a small nod, brushing off the compliment. 

"Let's keep moving. We're not done yet."

The group continued clearing the station methodically, eliminating any remaining walkers. The room was eerily quiet now, save for the sound of shuffling feet as they checked every corner.

As the last walker fell, they regrouped near the center of the room. The air was heavy with the smell of decay, but there was a sense of accomplishment among them.

Lee glanced around at his companions. 

"Good work" 

He said simply. 

"We've cleared it, but we're not out of the woods yet. Let's secure the perimeter and make sure this place is defensible."

The group nodded, their trust in Lee's leadership solidified further. For the first time since their journey began, there was a sense of unity. They weren't just surviving—they were becoming a team.

The group wasted no time once the walkers were dealt with. The drivers carefully maneuvered the cars into the station, arranging them in a rough circle that allowed for some level of visibility and defense. The vehicles formed the first line of protection, their sturdy frames creating a makeshift barrier.

Lee took charge immediately, rallying a few of the stronger members, including Larry, Kenny, and Shawn. Together, they set to work dragging abandoned cars toward the station's entrance. The vehicles, long since forgotten and scattered haphazardly around the area, were rusted and cumbersome. Pushing them was no small feat.

Lee and Larry bore the brunt of the work, their combined strength proving invaluable. Larry grunted as they shoved a particularly heavy sedan into place, his frustration manifesting in his every movement. 

"This better hold" 

He muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

"It will" 

Lee assured him, pausing to catch his breath. 

"We just need to keep the walkers from wandering in. This setup gives us time to react if they do."

When the last car was in position, the entrance was completely blocked, creating a secure perimeter. The group gathered around as Lee explained the next step.

"There's no guarantee this will hold forever" 

He said, his tone serious. 

"So we need a way in and out that's both secure and accessible."

He led them to a large trash bin on wheels, parked just outside the station. The bin was filled to the brim with heavy, compacted trash, making it difficult to move without considerable effort. Lee positioned it near the passenger door of one of the cars at the right-hand side of the station.

"This will be our way out" 

He explained, gesturing to the setup. 

"If we need to leave, we get into this car, open the door, and push the bin out of the way. It's heavy enough that walkers won't be able to move it easily, but we can shove it when we need to."

The group nodded, understanding the logic behind the design. It was a simple yet effective solution—a balance between security and functionality.

Although they had not figured out how to get the cars out, they planned to think about that later.

With the immediate perimeter secured, the next task was reinforcing their defenses. Lee suggested building a wooden wall along the station's vulnerable areas using planks and nails scavenged from the station and nearby buildings.

While Lee and a few others worked on securing the defenses, the rest of the group turned their attention to the inside of the station. The rooms were cluttered and grimy, but they began cleaning them out, organizing supplies, and creating makeshift sleeping arrangements. Clementine, Carl, and Duck helped as much as they could, their youthful energy bringing a small but welcome sense of normalcy to the grim situation.

Katjaa and Sandra focused on creating a comfortable space for the kids, using spare blankets and cushions salvaged from the cars. Maggie and Beth cleaned out a small kitchenette area, ensuring they had a clean space to prepare whatever food they had.

As the group worked together, a quiet sense of camaraderie began to grow. The fear and tension of the earlier hours gave way to a cautious optimism. For the first time in a long while, they weren't just surviving—they were building something, however temporary, that felt like a refuge.

Lee stood near the entrance, watching the others as they worked. His gaze lingered on Clementine, who was helping Duck stack empty crates into a corner. A small smile touched his lips. This was far from perfect, but it was progress.

"Hey, guys, I think I should get going" 

Glenn's voice broke through the relative quiet, his tone uncertain yet determined.

Lee turned, spotting Glenn sitting inside one of the cars, the faint crackle of the radio audible from the open window. The broadcast detailed the deteriorating conditions in Atlanta—a city overrun with chaos and walkers. Glenn's face was a mixture of apprehension and resolve, and Lee instantly understood.

Lee sighed heavily, already knowing this moment would come. Glenn had mentioned Atlanta before, and it was clear the thought of helping those trapped there weighed heavily on him.

"Glenn" 

Lee called, stepping closer. 

"How about we have a talk in private?"

At his words, a low chuckle erupted from behind. Lee turned to see Kenny and Hershel exchanging amused glances, clearly entertained by the interaction.

"Well, there he goes again" 

Kenny said with a grin, crossing his arms.

Hershel shook his head, his expression bordering on playful. 

"Better watch out, Glenn. Lee's talks tend to change things."

Lee rolled his eyes at the two, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up" 

He muttered, waving them off.

Glenn, on the other hand, seemed a bit unnerved. 

"Uh… okay" 

He said hesitantly, climbing out of the car. He followed Lee a few steps away from the others, out of earshot, his nervous energy evident in the way he fidgeted with the strap of his bag.

"So, uh… what's this about?" 

Glenn asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Lee took a deep breath, crossing his arms as he faced Glenn. 

"I get it" 

He began. 

"You want to go to Atlanta. You've got people you care about there, and you feel like staying here is… wrong. Like you're wasting time."

Glenn nodded slowly, surprised by Lee's perceptiveness. 

"Yeah… exactly. I can't just sit here knowing there might be people out there who need me."

Lee listened intently as Glenn spoke, his words carrying a quiet resolve that resonated deeply. Glenn's determination to find his friends, his belief in their survival, felt almost noble. Lee could understand it—perhaps even admired it—but he also knew that they couldn't afford to act on hope alone.

Taking a breath, Lee stepped closer to Glenn, his voice steady but tinged with a weight of responsibility.

"Listen, Glenn," Lee began, his tone firm yet understanding. "That kid over there—the one sitting quietly near Sandra. His name is Carl. We found him on our way out of Atlanta."

Lee paused, glancing toward Carl, who was seated with Clementine, his small frame illuminated by the dim light of the room. He was calm, quiet, but there was something haunting in his eyes—something far beyond his years.

"Carl's parents," Lee continued, turning back to Glenn, "they might have died, or maybe they made it out. Just like you think your friends might have. I understand what you're feeling, believe me. But what I'm asking from you is this: stay. Just for a little while—a month at most."

Lee's voice softened, a note of sincerity cutting through the weariness in his tone.

"I need time to get everyone here to a secure place, somewhere we can finally stop looking over our shoulders. Once we're safe, I'll help you. We'll leave this place together, and I'll help you find your friends. I want to help you because… because I know what it feels like to carry regrets."

Lee's gaze dropped for a moment, his voice faltering as the memories resurfaced.

"There's something I need to fix," he admitted, his tone heavy. "When we found Carl… I panicked. I didn't check the back seat of that car. I didn't stop to see if his parents were alive or if they needed help. I was so focused on escaping, on surviving, that I didn't think. And now…"

Lee sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.

"Now, I live with that mistake. Every time I look at Carl, I think about what I didn't do. I can't leave him—or any of them—in danger while I try to make things right. I want to help you, Glenn, but I can't abandon them to chase what might only be a hope. I need your help to keep them safe for just a little while longer."

Lee straightened, his eyes locking with Glenn's.

"Give me a week—just one week. I'll find this place I've been talking about, somewhere secure. If I don't, then you're free to go. I won't stop you, and I'll do everything I can to make sure you have the supplies and support you need. But for now, take the night. Rest. Think about what I've said."

Without waiting for a response, Lee gave Glenn a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of the decision he was asking for. Then, he turned and walked away, heading toward the corner of the Station where his group had set up a small space for themselves.

Lee approached quietly, his presence enough to draw their attention. He offered a faint, weary smile, the weight of leadership etched into every line of his face.

"Everything okay?" 

Maggie asked softly, her voice gentle but laced with concern.

Lee nodded, crouching down beside the group.

"Yeah" 

He said, though his voice lacked conviction. 

"Just… a lot on my mind."

His parents exchanged a glance but didn't press him. They understood the burden he was carrying, even if they didn't fully know the details. For now, they simply offered him their quiet support, a comforting presence in a world that had become anything but.

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