"What the hell is she doing back!" A voice called out angrily. "And who the fuck is that women!"

"Mitch... Calm down, we don't have to shout at each other."

"Calm down! " He turned on the other voice. "For fucksakes... Omar! We voted her and AJ out and they come back with some random!"

Molly sighed, she was having a good dream too. She slowly pushed herself up to her feet and rolled her shoulders. It was early into the night and empty bowls were resting on the tables. She looked at Clementine - who was still unconscious - and groaned. Of course, she was the only one to be woken up by their screaming match. "Damn. can't a woman get her beauty sleep..."

"Oh look! She's up, why don't we ask her?" The voice that first woke her, Mitch, yelled. He marched up to her, put his forearm around her neck and pushed her back against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" He spat, pushing her harder against the wall.

"Get your hands off me." She growled, glaring at him.

"And why would I do that?"

Molly shot her knee up into his groin. He flinched and she swept his legs with her foot. Mitch fell and hit the ground. "That's why."

The boy and the floor groaned as the boy who was on lookout duty earlier rushed over to him. Molly looked at the other kids, all stood next to each other.

"Uh... Hi?" She awkwardly waved. She cleared her throat. "Um... I'm... I'm Molly."

Ruby raised an eyebrow at her and then shook her head. She gestured to Clementine. "And to think you were so confident when you came in wit' her."

Molly defensively crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah... I don't do crowds. Never been a people person."

"It shows. It really, really does," Louis responded. "I cannot emphasize how much it shows anymore. Like I ju-"

"Yeah, we get it, Louis." Violet snapped. Louis placed a hand weakly on his chest and gave the female beside him a hurt look. She rolled her eyes at him. "God, you're so dramatic. I'm going to sleep, we can sort out this," The blonde pointed at Molly, Clementine and AJ. "Tomorrow. When I can be fucked."

Violet stalked off to the dorms, Louis called out to her. "Like that's ever gonna happen!"

He got a middle finger in return. Smirking, he turned around to face the only blonde female left in the courtyard. "So, looks like we're deciding what to do with you three tomorrow."

Molly nodded.

Who'd of thought she'd ever end up in a place with another belltower? Molly grinned slightly as she looked out at the seemingly endless amount of trees from her vantage point. The leaves had just begun to grow back, signalling to her that it was spring. Sighing once again, she brought out Hilda. She had taken loads of damage over the years. Whether it be from just plain wear and tear or the constant resharpening of the blades, it was going to break soon. She knew she would be disappointed when it does eventually break, the weapon had been incredibly useful over the years. Especially when it came to climbing. It was her most handy tool whenever she would scavenge around in the cities. No-one goes there anymore so the only real threat was the walkers.

But they weren't even a real threat these days. Most of them had decomposed after the first few years of the apocalypse, leaving their population to slowly dwindle. An age without walkers was seeming more likely than ever these days. The only real issue with going into cities anymore was a building's structural integrity. With no upkeep, buildings were just crumbling. One time she got lucky.

She had just jumped out of a building and was residing on the roof of another when the building beside had fallen. The apartment building had just randomly collapsed and that was when she decided to stay the hell away from tall buildings. Instead she looted house with three floors at most.

"Can't stay away from belltowers can you?" A taunting voice from below called. Molly chuckled good-naturedly and walked to the other side of the tower. She looked down at Clementine, who was looking up at her.

"Guess I can't, huh. What are you doing up and about? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Well, I should be, but those tables are really fucking uncomfortable."

Molly snorted. "Guess that makes sense. Why didn't you just go to one of the dorms?" She pointed at the dormitories with her thumb.

"Because no-one moved me there. Seriously, you'd think they would show some pity at the very least." Clementine said back, her voice not at all serious.

"Violet did."

"Really? Why?"

"Because she was worried about you."

"Yeah, but why?"

God, Molly thought, how dense can you be. "I don't know, ask her."

"Later," Clementine responded. "I'll ask her later."

"To what? Marry you?"

Clementine's face instantly ignited in a red glow. "N-no, not like that!"

Molly smirked at the brunette's reaction. Good, she likes Violet back. Her gaze fell onto the bra strap running across the brunette's shoulder. Then it hit her. Damn, she's grown since I've last seen her.

"Um, yeah. I'd hope so."

Shit. "Just making an observation. The last time I saw you, you were nine."

Clementine smiled at her. "Whatever you say, grandma."

"What did you just say?" Molly snapped, instantly replying to the jab.

"You're acting like my grandma before the shit hit the fan. You're not going to give me a cookie as well, are you?"

"You little shit! I'm not old!"

"Oh, yeah? How old are you?"

She was twenty-four when the dead started walking, and it had been eight years since then, so she would be... thirty-two...

"Fuck. I am old."

Clementine laughed. "Don't worry about it, I was the same when I figured out my age."

Molly lightly shook her head. The wind going through her short and dirty yellow hair was relaxing.

"Where's AJ?" She eventually asked. "He sticks to you like glue."

"He's sleeping, I hope. The kid needs it, badly."

"So do you." Molly pointed out. Clementine cocked her head at the blonde. Her curly brown hair sticking out from under her hat.

"And what about you? How much sleep did you get?" She asked, raising her eyebrow once again at the woman above her.

"Enough," Molly responded tightly, her jaw clenched shut.

Clementine gave her an unimpressed look. "I heard what happened last night. You didn't get enough sleep."

"Wait. You were awake?"

"Yep," The brunette responded, popping the 'p' and her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't be bothered. I was tired."

"So was I..." Molly mumbled under her breath. Somehow, Clementine could hear her.

"Yeah, but you made the mistake of standing up."

Molly rolled her eyes. Clementine did have a point, but it wasn't like she was going back to sleep afterwards anyway. "So, what did you want?"

"I wanted to say thanks. for, you know, saving my life and all that. So thank you."

The blonde warmly smiled at her. "Don't thank me, thank Lee."

"Lee?" Clementine asked, confused but also a bit sad. Her brown eyes were wide.

"Yeah, he asked me to find you before he... yeah."

"Oh," Clementine sounded disappointed. Did she think I meant Lee was alive when I told her to thank Lee? Shit, I probably should've worded that better. Molly mused.

"Well I'm still gonna thank you anyway, you didn't have to spend the last eight years searching for me."

"I made a promise, Clem. I don't break promises. Never have, never will."

Clementine slowly nodded. She stretched and instantly winced. The girl placed a hand on her stomach. "I need a new shirt..."

"And a new jacket."

The brunette winced. "I liked that jacket."

"I liked my hoodie but I swapped it for this." Molly gestured to her new attire. A black hoodie with bright yellow accents.

"It suits you," Clementine complemented. "Still have that face mask?"

Molly barked out a laugh. "No, I ditched the thing when I realised that walker blood doesn't actually do anything if it gets in our mouths or noses."

"Really? I've always been scared of getting it in cuts and what-not." Her eyes were showing nothing but relief.

Molly once again smiled at her. "Funny story on how I figured it out. Wanna hear it?"

"I've got nothing better to do, so go for it."

Molly nodded and began retelling her story. "Well, I was sleeping in an apartment-"

"Hold on. An apartment building? You went into the cities?" Disbelief was in her tone.

"Yeah, they're safer than you'd think. Nobody goes in them so the only threat is the walkers, but if you stay on the roofs you'll be fine."

"Huh, who'd of thought," Clementine mused simply.

"Me," Molly deadpanned. "Can I finish my story now?" She asked, annoyed.

Clementine nodded meekly. The blonde stared at her for a brief moment before opening her mouth again. "As I was saying, I was sleeping in an apartment building when a walker jumped me. It somehow snuck in. I, understandably, panicked and jammed the closest thing next to me into its head." Clementine went to open her mouth.

"I stabbed it with a pencil," Molly swiftly cut in. "Anyway... I screamed as I stabbed it, it was a very girly scream by the way, and some of its blood got in my mouth. It tastes the same as our blood, had the same metallic taste, everything. After its blood got in my mouth, I thought I was dead, so I decided to drink all the alcohol I had saved up over the years. It was a lot. I passed out and woke up two days later and I was fine, apart from having a killer hangover of course."

Clementine gaped at her. She closed her mouth and re-opened it rapidly. "You mean to tell me, that you drank enough alcohol to knock you out for two days, and didn't die."

Molly smirked at her. "Sure did, I have a fucking iron stomach kid."

"You sure do. I couldn't even stomach a full bottle before throwing up."

Just then, the doors to the admin building burst open. The kids all flooded out of it, filling the courtyard.

"You should be lyin' down, Clementine." Ruby tutted, unimpressed.

"That's what I told her!" Molly called, still in the belltower, a teasing tone evident in her voice. Clementine groaned.

"So, how'd the second vote go?" Clementine asked, worry in her eyes.

Ruby sighed. "Violet wanted to tell ya. I've gotta get goin' anyhow. Those fish don't catch themselves."

The dark-skinned girl nodded and Ruby walked away. She turned to look at Molly, who looked at Violet and then winked at Clementine.

Clementine's face went dark red.

Clementine scanned the yard and found Violet, exactly where Molly looked. The blonde was sat cross-legged underneath a tree, hiding away from the world by sticking in the shade. She was fiddling with a stick, makeshift arrowheads beside her. Her mouth was moving, probably swear words if Clementine knew her as well as she thought she did. Shaking her head, Clementine approached.

"Shit," Violet swore, one of the arrowheads had grazed her finger.

"Hello," Clementine waved. Violet looked at her.

"Um... H-Hey. What do you want?"

Clementine looked at her strangely. "Ruby sent me, said you wanted to talk to me about the vote."

"Did she? Weird," Her green eyes landed on the wound in Clementine's gut. "How are you holding up?"

She winced as she sat down opposite Violet. "To be honest, could be better."

"Well, you did get shot in the stomach."

"Really? Thank you, Sherlock Holmes."

Violet smirked at her. "Anyway, you wanted to know how the poll went, yeah?"

"If you wouldn't mind." Clementine watched as Violet placed a newly created arrow next to her folded legs.

"It's fine, I don't mind," Violet sat up, her back resting against the wall. "We still don't know what to do with Molly, Mitch wants her gone but I just think its because someone finally gave him a reality check. But You can stay."

Before Clementine could even begin to comprehend what she said, she quickly started talking again. "But only until you're healed. After that... Well..."

"We'll be sending you to your death," She finished, grimacing. Her words spat out bitterly. "The bastards didn't even let me explain why you should stay!"

"Easy, Vi. I get it."

Violet looked at her. "Why are you so calm about this? They want to kick you out."

"Well, you said until I've recovered, yeah?"

"Yeah?" The blonde answered, unsure on where Clementine was going.

"I have at least two weeks to win everyone over."

Violet stared at Clementine blankly. She loved this girl. "If you're going to do that, don't bother with Mitch. He's being a hardass. Let him build up his pride again. He didn't like getting his ass kicked in front of everyone by Molly last night. It also doesn't help that he hates your guts more than that bullet did."

Clementine nodded, grinning at her.

"Also, don't bother with Tenn or Aasim. They want you to stay. Just maybe stay on their good side, in case they change their mind."

The brunette once again nodded. "Okay, so that leaves Louis, Omar, Ruby and Willy I have to impress."

"Honestly, Willy will probably be the hardest to convince. He and Mitch are thick as thieves."

"And Louis?"

"I... Don't know. He was on the fence last night. I don't think he truly wants you gone, he's just still a bit pissed off at Marlon. Maybe leave him alone for a couple days?" Violet offered. She picked another stick up off the ground and started to work on another arrow. "Omar is firmly in the no category. Although he is pretty great friends with Louis so that might be why. He's never really had an opinion of his own before. I swear that dude has no like no character."

Clementine chuckled. "I guess I'll start with Louis and then Omar. I'll charm Ruby with my pure beauty and amazing personality. Once she gets back, of course."

Violet couldn't help but nod in agreement to all three of her statements. A small blush started to creep up her face. "Can't forget about Rosie." She added, trying to distract herself and failing immediately when Clementine smiled at her.

"As if."