Y/N Pov.
We're all watching as Lee looks at the radio, the voice still coming out of it as he holds it in his hand. I've never heard this voice before, but he has Clementine and it doesn't sound like that Old man.
Lee: You're fucking dead! I don't know who you are, but I will kill you! Do you understand?
Stranger: I know you will. She knows you will. Say goodbye.
Clementine: Goodbye-
The radio cuts off and in a fit of anger, I hit my baseball bat against the nearby wall, putting several cracks into it. Christa calls out to me.
Christa: Y/n, calm down.
I turn around and look at her, still holding the bat in my hand as it starts heating up from me touching it. Christa puts her hands to her sides and walks over to me, kneeling down in front of me.
Christa: I understand you're angry, we all are, but you have to calm down. We will get Clementine back if it's the last thing we do. Trust me.
Carley: She's right, just take a breath and calm down.
I look at Christa, then Carley, before taking a breath and nodding. They're right... As mad as I am, I've gotta keep my cool. Until I find the jerk who stole Clementine, I'm going to keep all my anger inside. Save it for him.
Y/n: Fine. I'm cool.
Christa stands back up and I hear Lee speak.
Lee: Just hold on, Clementine. We're coming for you.
I walk over to Lee and Carley who are standing by each other, but Lee's slightly propping himself up against the table. I can see the bite on his wrist, it looks like it's getting worse, but I can't tell if it is or not. Carley's holding onto Lee's hand to comfort him; as for me, I don't even want to think about it right now.
Kenny: Don't worry, pal. We'll get her back.
Christa looks at the bite on his wrist.
Christa: How's that feeling?
Lee looks down at it and again, I can't help but want to look away. Carley... she's taking this just as bad as me, if not worse. Even though I'm powerful, I still feel powerless, more than I ever have before.
Lee: Not great. My hand is hot and it's thumping a little bit.
Kenny: You seem okay for now.
Omid: Yeah, totally.
Molly sighs.
Molly: Yeah, he's fine for now. But that might now last long, so let's get a move on. We've gotta find that little girl and get her back home before that asshole runs off with her.
Y/n: What if he already has?
Carley: I doubt that. From the tone in his voice, I can tell he has a smug personality and people like that don't just leave without a trace. He wants to make a point, to make us afraid, but I am not to be fucked with today. So when we find him, and we will, we're going to make him afraid.
I nod, but from behind I hear the sound of faint groaning coming towards us.
Y/n: Huh?
I turn around with the others and that's when I see all of the walkers coming our way from within the sewers. They are getting closer to the door, nearing the morgue as we watch them come our way.
Y/n: Oh, crap. How'd they get down here?
Christa: We don't have much time.
Molly: No shit.
Kenny: We're about to have a lot less!
Kenny looks at Lee.
Kenny: We'll all make sure nothing gets in. You're still the smartest fucker outta all of us. Try to find another way out of here.
Carley: I'll stay with Lee, make sure he's alright.
Kenny: Fine, but hurry!
While Carley and Lee start to look for a way out, all of us run over to the door as fast as we can. A small horde of walkers have made it inside the sewers and some are heading through the hole in the wall.
Molly: Let's keep these dead jerks away from Mr.Bit back there.
Kenny: Yeah, that was the plan the whole time!
Molly takes out Hilda, Kenny takes out his gun as do Omid and Christa. I raise my baseball bat and while gripping it, I set the rest of the bat on fire. Molly looks at me, as do the others, and I look back at them.
Y/n: Me and Molly can handle these guys. But while we're in close, you guys have gotta cover us. And also try to find something to barricade the door with, because there could be more and we might get tired sooner than later.
Christa: Alright, be careful.
I nod and look at Molly.
Y/n: You ready, Molly?
Molly: Please, I was born ready for this. Badass bat by the way.
Y/n: Don't get too close, I want to avoid burning you.
She nods and we both run into the back room behind the morgue as the first few walkers start coming in. Two go for Molly, but she kicks the first into the other and knocks them both over a box. Afterwards, she brings down hilda into their skulls while I raise my flaming baseball bat & swing it through the knee of the walker coming at me.
As it falls, Molly walks over and steps on it's chest while I bring my bat down through its face. The flames light the skin on its face up while I go through it like a hot knife through butter, well, a hot bat through a walker's face.
Molly: Keep it up, Y/n. Let's take these walkers to pound town-
Before she can finish, a walker reaches through the hole in the wall and grabs her arm. However, she pulls it through and while she does, she looks at me.
Molly: Coming your way!
She tosses it towards me and without missing a beat, I swing through its head, but no blood splatters thanks to the flames on my bat instantly burning it away. We both look through the hole and more are coming, a lot more. So instead of fighting two vs all of them, I decide to go with a new change of plans.
Y/n: Molly, go back into the morgue and shut the door behind you.
Molly: What?
Y/n: I'm gonna launch one hell of a fireball and I don't want you getting caught up in it, so shut the door. I'll knock on it when I'm done, trust me.
She pauses for a moment, but more walkers are coming, so instead of asking... I push her into the morgue while shutting the door and yelling to Kenny from the other side of the closed door.
Y/n: Kenny, don't open this door until I say so!
Kenny, from the other side, yells back.
Kenny: Fine!
I run up to the hole in the wall and notice all of the walkers coming towards the hole in the wall. They're walking up the middle of the sewer, and there are a lot more than I saw earlier, but luck has me in it's sights as they're all piled on top of each other. So I ignite my hand up in flames as I watch the walkers come towards me.
Y/n: Let's get all of you one go! And I really hope I don't collapse the sewer!
I make a fist and increase the intensity of the flames, making them burn brighter as the walkers get closer. I pull my fist back and as the intensity keeps building up, that's when I finally let go of my fist.
Y/n: Fire Fist!
I throw my hand forward and with all the intense flames I built up, I send a large column of fire shaped in my fist directly down the sewer in front of me. The fire swallow up all of the walkers, and while I had control over most of it, some blew back into the room behind me. Which is why I was smart enough to think ahead, making sure the door was closed & Molly was in the morgue.
Y/n: (Mind) Good thinking me.
After a few seconds, I feel the sewer shake a little and I don't hear anymore groaning, so I stop releasing flames. I look around at the scenery and the entire sewer in front of me, and down the passageway, is charred. The walkers are now ash and bones, and I can feel myself panting a little bit.
Y/n: Now that problem is finished.
I put my hands on my knees for a moment before walking back into the room behind me, which is also blackened, though not nearly as bad. I knock on the door and a few seconds pass before it opens. The others look at me and I raise my hat, my guitar still with me and my bat in my hand.
Y/n: I took care of our walker problem for the time being, but I'm a little tired.
I walk inside the morgue again, but that's when I hear the sound of a loud thud and Carley yells.
Carley: Shit! Everyone come quick!
Without thinking, we all run to the upper part of the morgue and find Lee past out on the ground as Carley holds his head up. There's a weird spreading device between the elevator doors, but it isn't opened.
Y/n: Oh, no. What happened?
Kenny: Fuck! Is he alive?
Carley: Of course he is!
Christa: Shit.
Omid: This is bad...
Molly: Fuck, well, we've gotta figure out something!
Christa: Help me move him!
Kenny helps to pick Lee up with Carley, Molly, Omid, and Christa. I follow them to the lower part of the morgue and they place him on one of the old tables that morgue people would place the bodies on. Everyone starts to panic, and looking at Lee like he is, I'm starting to panic like them.
A couple of minutes pass and Lee isn't up, we're still trying to figure out what to do and Carley's pacing back and forth. I see Kenny look around the room, then at the bite on Lee's wrist, and he walks over to the nearby table where a saw is laying.
Y/n: Kenny, what are you doing?
Kenny walks back over with the saw and places it down by Lee's arm.
Kenny: Okay... This has to be done. Sorry, pal, I gotta do it.
Kenny goes to cut Lee's arm, but out of nowhere he suddenly wakes up with a wide eyed look plastered on his face.
Lee: I'm awake!
Carley/(Y/n): Lee!
Christa: Stop, he's awake!
Kenny stops for the time being, but keeps talking.
Kenny: He's still bitten!
Carley: So what?!
Kenny: This about trying to save him! At the very least, buy him some time.
I look at the bite on his arm and think about it for a moment, maybe it could work.
Carley: Do we seriously have to cut off his arm?! Remember the last time we tried something like that? It didn't exactly go smoothly and the guy ended up dying.
Molly looks at me.
Molly: Geez, what have you guys been through?
Y/n: You wouldn't believe it.
Omid looks at Kenny.
Omid: Do we know it works?
Kenny: We don't know anything.
Y/n: (Sigh) I'm not sure what we can do. If we cut off his arm, he could die, but if we don't...
Molly: Than he's definitely dead.
Carley: Fuck... There's going to be a lot of blood, isn't there?
Christa: There's going to be a shitload of blood.
Molly: And we're still not sure if this will even work. What if he dies?
Christ: Then the rest of us go after Clementine and get the hell out of Savannah.
Kenny: Damn right. Let's do this.
Kenny looks at Lee.
Kenny: If there's a chance it stops you from turning, we have to take it!
As everyone talks, they all seem to be forgetting the main person who's choice it is in the first place. I look at Lee and put my hand on his arm, he looks at me and I ask him what he wants to do.
Y/n: Lee. It's your arm, your bite, what do you want to do?
The others stop talking and look at Lee. At first he looks down, looking at his bite, and almost looking like he's thinking about something. He grips his hand and looks at us all with a single glancing gaze.
Lee: Fuck it. Cut it off.