I do not own the Walkng Dead. If I did there would be more crossbows and maybe a Raylan Givens-like protagonist.

"Any luck?" Lilly asked.

"Yeah, you were right. I found a bag of medicine in a ventilation shaft two minutes away from here. Antibiotics, vitamins, sleeping pills, painkillers and even some stuff for STDS." Lee explained as he sat down on the wooden chair opposite Lilly. She looked more haggard by the hour; her hair was unkempt and untidy but everything about her seemed wild.

"Sonuvabitch. This won't go unanswered!" Lilly stated as she rose from her chair. Lee quickly stood up as well and gently reached out to touch Lilly's shoulder with his left hand, motioning her to sit back down. "Settle. We have to decide how to handle this."

"What's there to decide?! We have a traitor. Ben, Carley, or Kenny out there is deciding to actively sabotage us. One of them is killing us, and I want to find out whom. Where's the bag?" Lilly fumed; but sat anyway, with her arms folded across the arch of the chair. Lee thought she could probably kick ten peoples' asses' at the moment.

Hoping not to be the first, he answered. "I put it back. The markings on the wall indicated that today was the day whoever was supposed to get the meds. I'm pretty sure someone was watching from the woods to see if I'd take it away or not and I for one did not want them pissed. Besides, don't you want to know who's picking them up?"

"Hell no! Those are our meds! We need them. I don't want that bandit I shot getting better! I want him to die and then eat all his rapist friends! You remember Jolene's tape." Lilly finished, frowning in frustration.

Lee did remember the poor woman's tape. Hell, he had nightmares about that tape. "A: We don't know who the traitor is. B: We don't whether there is a traitor, we could have an addict for all we know. Or maybe there's someone out in the woods who needs help but doesn't want to stay here and just be reminded everyday how they're just another mouth to feed. Like how you treat Ben. C: If there is a traitor, why are they betraying us? Are they buying in to another group and just trying to stop them from attacking us?"

"I think we would notice someone getting high, Lee. They would actually look happy in this craphole, unless you are accusing Duck. You're not accusing Duck, are you?" Lilly mused with a smile.

"No, I don't think a nine-year old is a drug addict."

"Good. And the reason I treat Ben the way I do is because in the three weeks I've gotten to know him; he's a coward, he mopes, he's a terrible liar and worst of all: he's content. Clementine speaks her mind more than he does. The reason he dislikes me is that I see right through him and he knows I'll kick his ass out someday, so why not betray us?!" Lilly reasoned. "Besides, if there is someone out there who needs our help they should just show up already? You saw today what being alone gets you."

The woman in the street. At least she didn't have to become one of them. Despite riling up Kenny yet again, Lee didn't regret firing that shot at all.

"Anyway." Lilly continued. "Your other theories don't explain the markings on the wall. Why go through all that coding effort just to help someone? Why keep it secret? If someone made a deal with the bandits to keep us safe, why not tell us? It affects our lives. The only thing that makes sense is a traitor."

"I suppose" Lee conceded. "You've already explained Ben's motive, why Kenny or Carley?"

"Why not Kenny or Carley? They both hate how I run things. Kenny wants to leave; so why not make a deal with the bandits and buy time to fix that damn RV?" Lilly gripped her chair in anger. "You know he has no qualms about murder, so why not kill us too?"

"Lilly..." Lee began, softly.

"I know what you're going to say. It was an impossible situation. He could have been dead. He might have come back and killed us all." Lilly said in a sullen tone. "He took the only person that mattered to me in this world. I can't forgive him. Not for that."

Annie. Do you feel the same way? Lee often wondered. He had not seen his sister-in-law since she testified at the trial and now she was probably dead too. That or one of them. Deciding that Lilly could not view Kenny objectively; Lee re-routed the conversation. "And Carley, why would she do this?"

"She's a two-faced bitch." Lilly spat "she doesn't want to leave, but she doesn't like how things are, either. So she'll undermine me every chance she gets; pick sides in arguments without really picking sides because she only speaks up when convenient. Don't think I haven't noticed when she pulls someone aside, I bet she said you should lead us, right?"

Well, yeah but… "And why would she betray us?"

"Because it creates chaos! She'll have a good in with everyone no matter how the chips lay. She's a survivor, Lee. A first-class operator and manipulator. I bet that if someone is stealing meds, they are doing it because Carley asked them to! So, keep it in your pants and you should be fine, Lee."

"W-what?!" Lee felt like he had just been verbally sucker-punched.

"I'm asking you not to sleep with her, Lee. You are the only one I trust. Besides Duck and Clem." Lilly replied, with no levity in her tone.

"Can we at some point get back to the regular conversation?"

"Right. You're wasting my time, Lee." Lilly said, narrowing her gaze on him. "I assume with all this talking you have some sort of plan that differs from me going outside and wailing on Ben until someone feels bad for him and gives up the traitor?"

"Actually, I do. First we…"

"Hey sweet pea, what are you drawing?"

"Duck offered me half a candy bar to draw him as Robin." Clementine sing-songed as she dribbled some more green on Duck's chalk uniform. Lee was impressed with the detail of the parking-lot picture, all these weeks at the motel had done wonders for Clementine's art skills; she used to draw in swirls but not there were distinct lines and Duck looked proportioned. He grinned at his pseudo-daughter and said, "Getting commissioned already?"

"No, I'm doing it for free. The food was from the car." The little girl replied.

Lee frowned; despite getting Clementine to accept the red hoodie she was now wearing, she wouldn't eat food from the camper because it couldn't be returned to the original owner. Lee had to go out of his way during supply runs in Macon to find food for Clementine or else she would starve, and no one would eat beside her because she would frown at them for stealing from someone who was probably dead. Lee was less inspired to hold such ethics. Hunger was a terrible thing to die of. There were only two weeks of rations from the car left, Lee was surprised Duck still had half a candy bar to give away.

"Well, I think I have some soup from the supply run today. Want some?" Lee offered.

"Is it Mushroom?" Clem inquired, now switching to Yellow to fit Duck Grayson's utility belt.

Lee dug the can out of his jean pocket and held it upwards to examine it. The great thing about soup was that the expiry date was well off from now, and that it was one of the few things you could cook over a fire without burning to black. "Tomato." The ex-con answered.

"Yum. I hate Mushroom." Clem looked up at Lee and clenched her face in faux-disgust before returning to her artwork. "I'm all out of brown. Do you think Duck will mind having red hair?"

"Just tell him he's Robin with fire powers." Lee replied absently as he walked back towards their room to fish out the wire rack. He was pretty sure Katjaa had the cooking pot and about to head there when he remembered why he wanted to talk to Clem.

"Hey Clem, remember that time when Duck wanted to re-enact King Kong?"

Another chapter done. I originally planned to write all the camp people in but I hit a block and this chapter is twice as long as the prologue so I saw no harm in stopping. I love that people are reviewing, following and favouring this already. Keep it up!