"Hello." The man said, as he opened the door himself.
"Hello." Clem and I greeted.
"How are you two gals?" He asked, smiling.
"Okay, how are you?" Clem answered.
"Well I'm doing just fine, thank you." He replied, "My family and I are set up a ways down-river. I'm kinda surprised we haven't run into each other yet, what's your names?"
"What's your name." I asked, crossing my arms.
"I'm George honey." He replied, putting out his hand to shake.

Both of us ignored it but he brushed it off kindly.
"Pleasure to meet you both." He said, "Mind if I come in for a bit? I hope you don't min-"
I cut him off, "We do mind." I hissed, as the man ignored me and glanced around the room.
"This is a nice place. Is there anyone else around?" He asked.
Clem and I stayed silent.
"You two can talk to me, alright? I'm not gonna bite ya." George chuckled, somehow I thought that wasn't his real name.

"Well, I'll cut to the chase. I'm out looking for my people. Seven of them, to be exact. They've been gone a long while and.. I'm worried they might've gotten lost. Maybe you've seen 'em." He explained, I was not believing him.
"Couple of farm boys and an old man. Spanish guy and his daughter. Quiet girl, a bit taller than you two. Big black guy, 'bout this big. And a pregnant lady." George said.
Once again, Clementine and I stayed quiet. He headed into the kitchen and he looked at the plates in the sink.
"Alot of plates for two people." He pointed out, Clem and I were getting more scared by the second.

"Just passing through or y'all been here a while?" George asked, I smiled.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Down by the river there. There's a sweet little spot with a boat where we pitched camp." He answered.
"Do you have a dog?" Clem asked.
"No, what difference does it make?" He replied.
"Just wondering." Clem said, as George finally noticed that we were eyeing the knife.
He picked it up, "Where does this go?"
"In the drawer, right over there." I quickly replied.
He left the kitchen as we followed him and he walked into the living room.
"This is a nice place, kinda cozy." He pointed out, as he glanced over one of Carlos' shirts.
"I knew a guy who always wore shirts like this." George said.
"What's his name?" Clem asked.
"Carlos."
I felt the tingles of fear crawl up my spine as he said the name, it was so nerve-racking being there when you just know he knows that you know where the people who used to be there were.

As George talked about the game of chess, Sarah attempted to creep upstairs but she still alerted the man who then turned to us- seemilngly angry.
"I thought you two said nobody was here."
"Nobody is here." We replied, implying it might be a walker.
But George still headed up the stairs, he pulled out a gun and was ready to shoot whenever he needed to.
He walked into one of the bedrooms, we noticed Sarah was hiding under the bed but George hadn't looked down there yet- so she was safe..for now.

When George finally gave up and supposed that no one was here, he picked up the photo of Sarah we took and asked if we knew here. We said no of course, but he must've not believed us.
"I think I've troubled you folks long enough. I'll let myself out." George stated, heading down the stairs while Clementine and I watched from the doorway for where Sarah was.
"Why shouldn't we trust them?" I asked as he left the house.
"You have a real good day now." Was his response.
Once he left, Sarah came out from under the bed and everyone calmed down until the rest of the group came back.