The next morning, Cassandra and James wake up, then notice Hunter on the couch.
James: Man...the kid is out....when's the last time he slept like this?
Cassandra: James...
James: What? He's obviously tired and not a threat. He's out.....
Casandra: Well, what are we going to do? We still gotta do a lot of work around here.
James: What do you mean?
Cassandra: Well, both of us have a pretty busy fucking schedule today...and a meeting in the church today. So, who's watching him while we're gone?
Hunter: No one....
James and Cassandra turn to see Hunter, waking up.
Hunter: You won't have to watch me.
Hunter sits up.
Hunter: I'd like to help make this place safe for if my.....I mean, the raiders return.
Cassandra glares at Hunter.
Cassandra: Why?
Hunter: I contributed to this attack and three of your people is dead because of me. I'd like to show I'm not a threat if possible.
James raises an eyebrow. Later, James and Cassandra show Hunter around the wall.
Hunter: Who put up this wall?
Cassandra: Well, the people here did.
Hunter: Really?
James: Yeah, man...it was a man, Kale. He drew up plans, made it happen as time went on. A lot of people in here. They've been inside from the start. The nukes never touched it.
Cassandra: They had food, energy, not a whole lot of infected around. They just lived. They haven't had to survive. They figured that out and brought us in.
Hunter: You're one of Kyle Desipich's people? He your leader?
James: Yeah, that and he's been one of my best friends for a long time. He's been trying to get these people to see it his way.
Cassandra: Still think it might be too late.
Hunter: Why do you think that?
Cassandra: You saw what happened. How one of our people walked up to your leader; how she—
Hunter: Got one of your people killed?
James: Yeah, basically....
John, Rocky, Caleb and Chris are rebuilding the wall when Rocky turns his head.
Rocky: The fuck?
Caleb, Chris, and John turn their heads to notice James, Cassandra and Hunter.
Chris: The hell is James doing?
John: Playing a little too close to keeps with that kid.
James walks up to Rocky, John, Chris, and Caleb with Cassandra and Hunter.
James: Morning, guys....
James turns to Hunter.
James: This is Hunter. Hunter, this is Caleb, Rocky, John and Chris. My friends who came in with me. Minus John, who lives here.
Rocky: Sup...
Abigail approaches the group.
Abigail: Hey, guys. I see you're introducing the raider.
Hunter: Yeah....uh....Abigail, right?
Abigail: Yep.....
Hunter turns to Rocky.
Hunter: Rocky, right? I heard you're the one who killed Griffin.
Rocky: Oh, yeah...that...that was me. Sorry about that....or you know what; I'm not sorry...cause we were about to release a gimp on his ass to make him squeal.
James rolls his eyes.
James: Jesus Fucking Christ.....
Rocky: Yeah, that's right, boy. We're those type of people. We're crazy motherfuckers. Tell me something, boy. You ever had a man make love to you?
Hunter: No.
Rocky: You want to? Cause that's what will happen if you fucking betray us.
John: Anyway....
John awkwardly clears his throat.
John: How old are you, kid?
Hunter: How old do I look?
Chris: Like twelve?
Hunter: Uh, I'm seventeen.
James laughs.
Abigail: Bullshit, motherfucker! You're not seventeen! You look fifteen!
At his house, on the porch, Kyle, Shawn, Sarah, Margaret and Kayla are discussing the plan of using infected to sneak onto the boat.
Hunter: Rocky? I heard you're the one who killed Griffin.
Rocky: Oh, yeah...that...that was me. Sorry about that.
Hunter: No, don't apologize. He was a dick anyway.
John: How old are you, kid?
Hunter: How old do I look?
Chris: Like twelve?
Hunter: Uh, I'm seventeen.
James laughs. At his house, on the porch, Kyle, Shawn, Sarah, Margaret and Kayla are discussing the plan of using infected to sneak onto the boat.
Kayla: You want to use a horde of infected to sneak onto the boat? That is fucking insane, guys.
Kyle: Yeah...
Shawn: Well, in case you haven't noticed, babe. Insane's kinda our thing.
Margaret: Okay, have you guys at least looked at the possibilities and risks of doing this?
Sarah: No, but it's our only chance....which is why we went to a medical expert.
Sarah turns to Margaret.
Sarah: Margaret, what are we looking at?
Margaret and Kayla share a look, before looking back at Kyle, Shawn and Sarah.
Margaret: Well, back in A.O.W, Marcus and I were stationed in Brooklyn. There was a massive, infected nest inside a hotel. We were trapped. The only way we did is to cut open a infected and smear it's guts all over you.
Kyle, Shawn and Sarah shared a look.
Margaret: Hey, if Marcus were here, he would testify with that idea. God rest his soul.
Sarah: What are the risks?
Kayla: Possible blindness to the eyes. Skin disorientation. Infection.
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: Well, it's the only way we'll be able to sneak onto that boat without getting noticed.
Shawn: Now, here's the tricky part. Getting a bunch of infected together all at once and turn them into a herd.
Kyle: That is going to be the tricky part.
Kayla and Margaret turn and immediately notices Hunter.
Kayla: What the fuck?
Kyle: What?
Kyle, Shawn and Sarah turn to notice Hunter withJames, Cassandra, Chris, Rocky, Abigail and John.
Kyle: What the fuck? What is James doing?
Sarah: Looks like he's showing the kid around.
Shawn: Wonder why?
Kyle: I told him to watch the kid, not play grab ass. James! Come here!
James rushes over to the group.
James: What's up?
Kyle: What's up?
Shawn: What're you doing, man?
James: Showing the kid around, making him comfortable.
Kyle: He's a raider, not a friend.
Sarah: Kyle, maybe he's just trying to make sure the kid doesn't feel like he's got a gun to his head....
Rachel: Or a blade to his face.
Rachel walks up next to Sarah.
Kyle: You know this kid, don't you? That's why you tried to stop me.
Rachel: Uh....
Kyle: Yeah....you know him. How?
Rachel: The day we found the quarry and barbwire, I found him outside Berrington. We met and talked. He doesn't like being a raider. He's also being abused by his dad.
James: His Dad is in the raiders?
Rachel: Yeah....
Kyle: Well, shit.....wonder what we're going to do about the boy, then? If his dad's in the raiders, we could get in a lot of trouble.
Sarah: Enough trouble than we're already in?
Shawn: I mean, it's a problem we're dealing with.
Kyle: How do we deal with it, then?
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: I just don't know.....
Kayla: Kyle, this might be a bad suggestion, but maybe we could just let him go.
Shawn: What?
Margaret: I don't know, Kayla. We do that and there's a good chance where he'll go back to his raider buddies and rat us out.
James: He won't rat us out.
Rachel: I don't think he will, either. I really don't. I mean he hates his Dad. I hated my Dad.
Shawn: Yeah, well, his Dad will hate us more when we hear he kinda tortured his kid.
Sarah: I think the best solution would be to get a hold of Wes and talk to him, propose to him a trade. His friend for our friends.
Shawn: You think that motherfucker's going to go for that once he hears we killed Griffin? He's most likely looking to shoot all of us in the fucking people.
Kyle: Well, I'll talk to him.
Shawn: How? Walk up to the front door?
Kyle presents Melanie's walkie talkie.
Kyle: Luckily I snagged Melanie's walkie talkie when I grabbed her.
Shawn: Huh....nice one, Kyle.
Kyle: But....if that doesn't work....we initiate a rescue....and...
Rachel: And what about Hunter?
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: There's another solution for him; we let him go or we might have to kill the boy.
Sarah: What?
Kyle: I'm serious. That's what we might have to do.
Rachel glares at Kyle.
Rachel: Are you fucking insane? We're not fucking killing him!
Rachel pushes Kyle on the chest.
Rachel: Are you fucking kidding me, Kyle?!
James: Yeah, dude, come on! He's just fifteen!
Kyle: Okay, okay, okay! So killing the kid is off the table!
James: Well, don't suggest that again....look, guys....can't we just make the kid feel at home? Tell him to make himself comfortable? Throw a fucking arm around him or something.
Kyle: Give...give him some food to take home.
James: Right....and tell him to tell his Dad that we've treated him well. Like Sarah said; propose a trade.
Shawn: That could work...
James: We gotta get the story straight, but this can work. You know; this can work.
Rachel: I don't know. I don't like trading him back to his Dad. I mean, coming from someone who was traded off to her piece of shit Dad.
Kyle: This is different, Rachel.
Kyle turns to James.
Kyle: Let's do it.
Kyle shakes James's hand.
Shawn: That's my little shit-sniffer brother for you.
Kyle: Hey, Rachel....
Rachel: Yeah....
Kyle: Do me a favor; we're about to have a meeting at the church about how to rescue our friends. Can you and Abigail keep Hunter occupied?
Rachel raises an eyebrow.
Rachel: You want us to keep him occupied or babysit him?
Kyle: Just keep him occupied.
Rachel: Okay....
Rachel walks off the porch and over to Hunter, who is talking with Cassandra, John, Abigail, Chris, Rocky and Caleb.
Rachel: Hi, Hunter.
Hunter: Hi, Rachel.
Rachel: You want to hang out with me and Abigail for a few minutes?
Hunter: Really? Yeah....
Abigail: Actually, Rachel, I was gonna go help on the wall for a few hours....but you can hang out with him, though.
Abigail smirks.
Hunter: Uh....yeah. Yeah. Sure.
In the church of Berrington, a meeting is held with the survivors and Berrington residents.
Kyle: Many of you know the situation at hand right now. The raiders we managed to fight them off, but they still did a lot of damage. They not only killed Brigg, Brie and now Zeke, but they also manage to capture three of our people; Sylvester, Chloe....and Samantha. Unfortunately, we weren't able to learn anything from Griffin or Damon.....But we've learned from the other prisoner, Hunter, where our friends and the raiders are. Now, we have a plan. We can't go on that boat in broad day light. They have guards. We'll be shot on sight. However, at night, that's when we initiate.
Bryan: And how do we do that?
Kyle sighs and jets his eyes towards Kayla, who stands up.
Kayla: We're going to use a pack of infected to sneak on board. We're going to cover ourselves in their....their organs to mask our scent....that should get us on board completely undetected.
The survivors and Berrington survivors look amongst each other with questioning look.
Kyle: It's not the best option, but it's our safest option. Now, we've managed to talk to one of the raiders; Melanie.
Alicia gives a shocked look.
Kyle: Those raiders are leaving with our three friends in three days, then it'll be a few weeks. They'll come back for everyone. When they come back, they'll kill someone or some of us...and then we would lose Berrington for good. This needs to be a group decision. If anyone objects, here's your chance to say your piece.
A moment of silence, before John stands up.
John: You sure we can rescue them? We can beat them?
Kyle: What this group has become? What we've learned, all of you, yes. I'm sure.
John: Then that's what we're going to have to do, Kyle. Some of us have never killed another person. Your people have.
Peter: This isn't about his people or our people, John. Kyle's people are now our people.
John: Point being said; we give them way out.
Kyle: There is no negotiating with them. We have to kill them. All of them.
Alicia: What about Melanie? What about my sister?
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: If she wants to be saved....John, they'll come back.
John: They won't...if we talk to them.
Kyle addresses everyone in the meeting.
Kyle: John wants to make a deal with them. I think that's a mistake, but it's not up to me. I'll talk to the people at home and who are on guard, but who else thinks we should talk to the raiders first?
Anna stands up.
Anna: These bastards killed my uncle, Brie and Zeke.... I say we kill them.
Peter stands up with Anna.
Peter: I'm with Anna.
Peter looks at John, who gives a look of disappointment.
Peter: What's happened here. We won't let happen again. I won't, John.
Kyle nods.
Kyle: Looks like it's settled. This is where we're at. We kill them. All of them. I'll give Melanie one chance...just one.
John sits down.
Kyle: We don't all have to kill, but the people who stay here; they'll have to accept it.
In the streets of Berrington, Rachel and Hunter walk.
Rachel: So....
Hunter: So?
The two teens laugh.
Rachel: You enjoying the Berrington hospitality?
Hunter: Yeah, I was just getting to know your friends; John, Chris, Caleb and Rocky. They're good people. Abigail, she your best friend or something?
Rachel: Yeah...she's my first actual best friend. You got a best friend?
Hunter: No...no....Your parents and the other adults are kind of intimidating....except for James, though....his brother...Your parents....Your Dad is an asshole, but he scares me, though. Especially with that scar. I thought you said he was dead.
Rachel: Oh, you mean Kyle? He's....he's not my Dad, but....him and Sarah are like parental figures in my life.
Hunter: Oh, I see....
Rachel: Yeah...they are....Hey, I'm sorry about Kyle, by the way. Sorry about all this bullshit. I know this must be a big pain in the ass for you. This whole thing is just fucking ridiculous.
Hunter: Yeah.
Rachel: Hey, Hunter. Are you okay? Is everyone treating you good? I mean; are you being fed?
Hunter: Yeah....yeah...
Rachel: Are you sure? I mean, you're with James, who is one of the most compassionate people in this apocalypse, so—
Hunter: No, no....James and his wife are great to me, man. It's like....it's seriously amazing to me.
Rachel: How so?
Hunter: You're all family. You know; my Dad claims the raiders are family. The blood should always matter, but here, none of that matters. You all found each other out there and now you mean a lot to each other.
Rachel: Hunter, I know this is hard, but all of this is gonna be okay...
Hunter: Thanks...
Rachel: Oh, yeah...that reminds me...
Rachel looks in her bag and hands Hunter a new walkman.
Hunter: No fucking way!
Rachel: Yeah fucking way....
Hunter: Dude, this is sweet....
Hunter laughs, before putting on his headphones and listening to "Running up that Hill".
Hunter: This is one of the best gifts yet.
Rachel: Yeah, figured you could use something to pass the time while you're here.
Hunter looks up to Rachel.
Hunter: You...uh...want to listen?
Rachel smiles.
Rachel: Sure.
Rachel places the other headphone into her left ear and bops her head to the music, before sitting with Hunter. The two bop their heads to the music, before Hunter looks at Rachel, staring at her in the eyes.
Rachel: What?
Hunter: Nothing....nothing...
Hunter laughs as Morgan is watching them from afar, while pushing Seth on the swing.
Morgan: Fucking slut.
Seth: C'mon, Auntie Morgan! Push me!
Morgan: Huh...oh, sorry, honey....
Morgan continues pushing Seth.
Seth: Higher! Higher!
Morgan smiles, then frowns. Seth turns to notice Morgan's frown.
Seth: What's wrong, Aunt Morgan?
Morgan: Nothing, honey....just hoping that we can get your mom back.
Seth: Do you think Mom's dead like Dad? Like Grandma and Grandpa?
Morgan sighs.
Morgan: I don't know, baby. I don't know.
At the raiders boat, Wes is reading over a map, before his radio buzzes. Wes picks it up and then talks into it.
Wes: New York.....New York....
Kyle: This isn't one of your raiders, asshole.
From afar, Kyle is on the radio with Margaret providing sniper cover.
Wes: Figures Melanie loses her radio to you. You got some balls calling me on here, you know that?
Wes turns to Tobin, who looks out the window and nods, confirming he doesn't see anything.
Wes: I'm assuming you're nearby cause these radios are of very close range, Kyle.
Kyle: Oh, I am....just somewhere out of range of your boat.
Wes laughs.
Wes: So, you know where I am.
Kyle: I do....and I also know you have a small group of raiders in there.....have my friends been hurt?
Wes: No and I don't want to hurt them. Where's Griffin?
Kyle: You don't have to worry about him.
Wes sighs, before Tobin folds his lips.
Wes: You killed him.
Kyle: Yeah....that Damon kid, too.....if it makes you feel any better, they both died quickly.
Wes: Hmm....and what about Hunter? You kill him, too?
Kyle: No....he's the one told me where you all are. Wes, this war you're fighting isn't gonna end. I know you and your people aren't joining the Olympians that are fighting another group in San Francisco. I know they kicked your ass out....You and your little band of rebels.
Wes laughs.
Wes: The boy tell you all that? I'm surprised he broke....I've been trying to teach the boy for years to be strong, but can't even hold his fucking tongue with a bunch of strangers.
Kyle seethes for a minute as if figuring something out.
Kyle: He's your son, isn't he? He mentioned he had a Dad in this group.....he also mentioned you're a piece of shit to him.
Wes: I'm trying to make him strong....
Kyle: Yeah...and you've done a fucking brilliant job of doing that....So now that I know this; I'm going to make you this one time offer. I know you're leaving in two days with our people, but I suggest if you ever want to see your son again, you reconsider. Give me my people and I give you back your boy, alive and unharmed.
Wes sighs.
Wes: I'm going to say no to that, Kyle. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take your people back to San Francisco, then I'm coming back for your people and then I'm going to take your people and my boy back...except you, I'm going to slit your throat. Once your people see their leader's fallen, they'll bend. They'll be broken.
Wes cuts off the connection, before Kyle sighs and then turns to Margaret.
Margaret: Well, at least he's completely oblivious to what we're really doing.
Kyle: Yeah....
Margaret: Yeah, we still got a problem, though?
Kyle: I know.....Hunter's Wes's kid. I let him go at all...
Margaret: He could rat us out to Wes. Tell him what we're doing. What we're planning....
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: I know....it's a big risk.
Margaret: So, what do you want to do?
Kyle twists his lips.