At the gates of Berrington, Cassandra, Abigail, Zeke and Morgan return as Zeke shouts out.
Zeke: We got the barbwire.
Morgan: Can you open the gate?!
Connor and Bryan open the gate, before Brigg takes the barbwire.
Brigg: Thanks. We can get started on this.
James: You okay?
Cassandra: Yeah...
Kyle: Hey, Abigial, where's Rachel?
Abigail: She got separated.
Sarah: What?!
Cassandra: She fell down a cliffside, then told us to head back with the barbwire.
Kyle: Goddammit, where?
Morgan walks off, before Kyle turns to Zeke.
Kyle: Where's the last place you saw Rachel?
Zeke: In the woods....east....uh...just so you know. There is a large quarry of infected.
Kyle, Shawn, Sarah, Rocky, Margaret and Chris look amongst each other.
Kyle: How large?
Zeke: Very...any way, we should get started creating this barbwired fence.
Zeke walks off.
Kyle: Goddammit....
Kyle turns to Rocky.
Kyle: Rocky, can you go look for Rachel? It's almost dark and I don't want her out there alone.
Rocky: You got it.
Margaret: I'll go with him.
Rocky: Alright. Stay safe, you two.
Abigail: I wanna go with them.
Kyle: No, Abigial...you're just getting back on your feet and you need to rest up.
Abigail: But she's my best friend.
Cassandra: Yeah, Kyle, I want to help find her, too.
James: Baby...
Cassandra: What?
James: I just...You're getting back on your feet, too....I just want us to be safe.
Cassandra: Babe...I'm feeling fine.
James: Cassandra, please...stay for me.
Margaret: We'll be fine, Cassandra. We'll bring Rachel back faster than those creeps can get their hands on her.
Kyle, Shawn, James, Sarah, Cassandra, Abigail, Margaret and Chris look at Rocky with an annoyed look.
Rocky: In my head, that sounded more reassuring, but I can tell by the look on your faces it wasn't.
Rocky clears his throat, then turns to Margaret.
Rocky: Let's go, Margaret.
Rockyand Margaret leave and head into the woods to search for Rachel. Later on, James, Chris and Brigg build bombs.
Brigg: Where'd you two learn how to do this shit?
Chris: I'm a A.O.W mechanic. Can not only repair, but also build deadly shit.
Brigg turns to James.
Brigg: And you?
James: I've always been interested in using my hands. Been at it since I was a teenager.
Brigg: Well, let's hope that it'll help us save everyone here.
James: It will.
In the woods, Rocky and Margaret walk through the woods. Margaret laughs.
Margaret: Shut the hell up.
Rocky: Dead fucking serious. So there I was, scratching my sack in the wasteland. Open targets in the tombs. All of us sweating, swearing and smoking. Me with my cigar. Sure as fuck beat sitting on our asses 40 clicks to nowhere and then suddenly, a goddamned baby ratclaw ate the keys to our transport.
Margaret: Ratclaws do not eat keys.
Rocky: They did, it did and it shit it out.
Margaret laughs.
Rocky: I shit you not, Margaret.
Margaret: You're an idiot, Rocky.
Rocky: I do not deny it.
Rocky looks around.
Rocky: This is a brave new world. Still, not that hard to believe there are assholes out there who seek to take it. If we win, could be a new future for us.
Margaret: What do you mean?
Rocky: I mean, think. The people could have a chance. We could have a chance, Margaret.
Margaret: Yeah...they can.
The two stand in silence, before smiling at each other.
Rocky: Hey, you already called me an idiot.
Margaret: You want me to say it again?
Rocky clears his throat.
Rocky: Question.
Margaret: Ask away.
Rocky: Look, it's only because I care, okay? You want to die at all in this?
Margaret sighs, then smiles.
Margaret: Thought I did, but not anymore.
Margaret walks past Rocky. In Berrington, Shawn is sitting on the porch, polishing a rifle, just as Kyle walks out.
Shawn: A least it's a nice day out.
Kyle: Yeah...
Shawn: Hope you don't mind the company. My house doesn't have a porch, so...
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: Here.
Kyle tosses Shawn the keys.
Kyle: I know everyone else has a house and-
Shawn: No, no, Kyle. It's cool. Really....and I don't want to impose.
Kyle: You wouldn't be.
Shawn: Kyle, really. It's fine.
Kyle: You shouldn't be living alone, though, Shawn.
Shawn sighs and then Kayla walks up.
Kayla: Hey, uh....Shawn, if you want, you can move in with me and Savannah.
Shawn looks back at Kyle, then at Kayla.
Shawn: You sure?
Kayla: Yeah....really...
Shawn beams.
Shawn: Uh...okay...I'll get my stuff.
Kayla looks down and laughs.
Kayla: Great. I'll see you later, then.
Shawn: See you.
Kyle waves, before Kayla smiles and walks off. Shawn looks back at Kyle, who puckers his lips and nods.
Shawn: What?
Kyle: Nothing.
Kyle laughs, then sits with Shawn.
Shawn: That's not a nothing look.
Kyle: It's just....I know you're grateful I let her and her sister come with us.
Shawn: Yeah, I mean.....
Shawn shrugs.
Kyle: What?
Shawn laughs.
Kyle: Tell me I'm wrong.
Shawn laughs.
Shawn: Fuck you....but you're not wrong.
Kyle: Honestly, dude....she definitely likes you....and why wouldn't she? Plus, the way Savannah looks up to you. I would definitely take advantage of that.
Shawn sighs.
Kyle: I know you, Shawn.
Shawn: It's just....you know.....Jenny. It's only been four months.
Shawn laughs, before looking out there into Berrington, then back at Kyle.
Shawn: You with that dude, Brigg, man-
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: You know; I wanted to. I wanted to kill him.
Shawn: You spared him. Showed him mercy. I know you, Kyle.
Kyle: You think it would've been easier? So, I wouldn't worry about what's gonna happen or what he could do that could fuck this up. How we could lose because of him, but these people don't need that right now; they need inspiration. They need us. I realized right then and there I didn't have to do it. He doesn't get it...someone like that. He's gonna fucking die no matter what.
Elsewhere in the woods, Rachel and Hunter are eating a steak sandwich. Rachel laughs.
Hunter: What?
Rachel: You know; you were right. These steak sandwiches are a gift.
Hunter laughs.
Hunter: Yeah, my...uh...my mom taught me how to make them. She was a cook in the old times. When everything went to shit, mom still had her cooking skills, handed them down to me. She was also a helluva music lover.
Rachel: Was?
Hunter: Yeah....was.
Rachel gives a saddened look.
Rachel: I'm so sorry.
Hunter: It's cool. It was long ago.
Rachel sighs.
Rachel: I lost my mom, too....and my dad.
Hunter: Shit....uh, sorry...Still got my Dad.
Rachel: He do that to you? Give you that black eye?
Hunter looks down at the ground.
Rachel: From one abused kid to another, that's kind of fucked up.
Hunter: Yeah...it is....but he's my dad, so....
Rachel: You shouldn't have to take that, though.
Hunter: Yeah, I shouldn't, but....my Dad...he's kept my group safe....kept me safe.
Rachel: I thought the same thing about my Dad....until I met the people I'm with now.
Hunter: You're one of the new people that just showed up? I heard a new group came to Berrington. I also heard the old leader of Berrigton is dead. Killed by some teenager my....age.
Hunter stares at Rachel.
Hunter: Was that you?
Rachel shrugs.
Rachel: Guilty. She had a gun to my friends head, and she also killed her husband. She tried to kill Kyle.
Hunter sighs.
Hunter: I've never killed anyone before.
Rachel sighs and then looks out in the forest.
Rachel: This is beautiful.
Hunter: I've always loved the forest. It's so calming and peaceful out here. You're lucky, you know?
Rachel: Lucky...how?
Hunter: You guys live in a nice home with walls around it. I lived on a fucking boat. I've been out for almost a year. Well, my home is in San Francisco with the Olympians.
Rachel: Where are you originally from?
Hunter: Ohio. You?
Rachel: Washington D.C. Lived in the White House.
Hunter: Oh, shit. Meet any Presidents?
Rachel laughs.
Rachel: I wish....
Suddenly, a voice from a far is heard.
Margaret: Rachel!
Rocky: Rachel!
Margaret: Where are you?!
Rachel: Shit!
Rachel turns to Hunter.
Rachel: You gotta hide! Go! Get out of here!
Hunter grabs his backpack and runs off, hiding behind a tree.
Margaret: Rachel!
Rachel: I'm here!
Rocky and Margaret walk up to Rachel while Hunter peaks from the tree line.
Rocky: What the fuck you doing out here, kid?
Rachel: I was just....uh....just admiring the woods.
Margaret: Yeah, well, you should be back at Berrington help prepare.
Rocky: Zeke and Morgan came back without you and we thought that something happened to you.
Rachel: No. No. I'm fine.
Rocky: Yeah, well, let's head back to Berrington.
Margaret: Yeah, come on.
Rocky and Margaret take Rachel back to Berrington while Hunter starts to head back to the raider hideout. In the midst of walking, Hunter runs into Wes, Tobin and Melanie.
Wes: Well, hello, son.
Hunter: Uh....
Wes: "Hello" would be nice.
Hunter: What are you all doing out here?
Melanie: We were worried about you, Hunter.
Tobin: Yeah, we were. See we thought that you were doing what we asked you to spy on that community, but instead we see you talking with one of them. With that girl.
Hunter: You were spying on me?
Wes: Kind of hoping that would pull your gun on her....hold her until we got here so we can take her back.
Hunter sighs.
Wes: Well, whatever, we still got plenty of opportunities.
Wes turns back to Hunter.
Wes: Alright, get your shit. You're coming back with us.
Hunter: Dad...I can't do this.
Wes: What?
Hunter: These...these are good people. You know, maybe we should just leave them be.
Wes walks up to Hunter, touching his hair.
Wes: And why's that? Because you fucking talked to one of them.
Hunter: Don't!
Hunter swats Wes's hand.
Wes: Hey!
Wes punches Hunter, bloodying his nose and knocking him down.
Wes: I had enough of your fucking bullshit, Hunter!
Wes leans down, grabbing Hunter.
Wes: What? You think you're special, because some little bitch talked to you? Hmm? Well, let me ask you something, do you think that girl will want anything to do a piece white trash like you? Huh, boy? Huh?!
Hunter gives a saddened look.
Wes: Yeah, that's what I thought.
Wes pats Hunter's head.
Wes: Now, get your ass up and let's go back home.
Wes walks away, before Tobin turns to Hunter.
Tobin: Better start listening to your father, boy....I know these people.....and you're an enemy to them. Think they won't kill you?
Tobin walks away to follow Wes while Melanie walks up to Hunter, helping him up.
Melanie: You okay, Hunter?
Hunter sighs, checking his nose.
Hunter: Yeah. I will be.