The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Four: Storm Rider.

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Contrary to Emryns threat of 'bright and early' the previous night, it would be anything but before she and the other girls marched up the concrete steps to meet Clementine, AJ and Violet at the bunkers entrance.

Emryn in particular wore an intensely vexed look to the world; glaring in Lacey Mae's direction when Violet made a passing comment about their lacking punctuality.

They said their goodbyes to Louis, who once again played gatekeeper, managing only to shut them all out with their help, lending their collective weight from the other side of the door, not that their slight frames amounted to much.

Clementine made a mental note to check in with him upon their return, whether they were successful in their quest or not. But especially if not - she'd been sorely missing his infectious positivity.

They crossed the unruly green in silence, Clementine certain the mood would be lighter if not for the pixie haired teenager stomping her way forward, pulling Kacey and the others along like cattle.

Emryn was so tightly wound that Clementine wondered whether cutting her free would even do anything to alleviate her foul attitude. Though she'd made it clear ad nauseam that she wouldn't be around long enough for Clementine to witness any such change.

It was not something she would lose any sleep over. However upon rounding the rear side of the mammoth and weathered walls of the Greenbrier, Clementine found a sight that she would lose sleep over if it continued unresolved for much longer.

The lonely figures of Minnie and Sophie sat in the near distance before a lopsided cross that had been driven into a heap of disturbed dirt; bordered with medium sized marble rocks comandeered from elsewhere around the resort.

Tennessee's name had likely been etched into the pine by the twins, who had largely kept themselves isolated from the rest of the group by all accounts.

Clementine understood the need to grieve alone. That there was no time scale in which one should be expected to come to terms with the death of a loved one. But at the same time she felt the self-imposed seclusion was starting to fester into misdirected negativity, especially on the part of Minnie, who could be a volatile mood on even her best days.

She caught AJ looking over at the grave with a mixture of frustration and melancholy that instantly infected her disposition too - forcing her to struggle against the urge to confront Minnie there and then over her treatment of him.

It left her with an admittedly warped sense of longing for the times she only had to overcome the pragmatic yet unemotionally charged disputes that came with running alongside Lilly.

A light squeeze on Clementines hand spun her free from the growing tangle of thoughts inside her head. "Well that's different" Violet said, using their joined arms to point toward the heavens.

They had taken on an ominous emerald hue for as far as the eye could see. The wall of clouds so thick and heavy in front of the sun they could have tricked one into believing it was late in the evening. It was certainly not something Clementine had noted before, neither in West Virginia nor her home state of Georgia.

"What do you think it means?" Violet asked with wonder as they left The Greenbrier in their wake. Clementine shrugged.

"I'd have said it means we're all screwed, but I think that's been going on for a good ten years now." She replied with a grimace.

"Or maybe it just means we're close to meeting the wizard..." Violet offered, drawing confusion from Clementine. The former smiled endearingly, granting an explanation. "It's a movie. I watched a lot of TV as a kid remember."