Y/n: (Whisper) Gross. 
I duck back down and at the same time, Lee turns around to look at us, but now he has a pillow in his hands. It looks like memory foam. 
Y/n: Woah, nice pillow. 
Carley: Good luck smothering them to death. 
Lee: That's not really what I have in mind.
He looks at me. 
Lee: Did you see anything? 
Y/n: Other than the walker in the parking lot eating a body, nope. 
Lee: Hm. 
Lee looks past me and nods. 
Lee: We can hide behind that pickup. 
I turn around and under the motel, in a little cover area, there is a pickup truck. It's a mix of light blue and white. Once again we all move quickly and quietly over to the pickup truck, but all of a sudden I hear a growl as I turn around and I almost fall back. I manage to catch myself and look ahead where there's a walker laying against a car. 
Lee: Are you alright? 
I nod. 
Y/n: Yeah, just got a little jump scared. I didn't expect that thing to be there. 
Glenn looks at Lee. 
Glenn: I think you should find a weapon. 
Lee: Yeah, I was thinking that, too. 
Y/n: You could try the truck. 
Lee: Good idea. 
Lee stands up and I see him look into the window of the pickup. He tries to open the door to the cab, but I guess it's locked and he kneels back down. 
Y/n: What's up? 
Lee: Door's locked, but there's an ice pick inside. 
Like before, I see Lee look past me and he looks at Carley. 
Lee: Get out your gun.
Carley is already holding her gun, as she has been doing the entire time.
Carley: But the noise...
Lee: Just follow my lead; stay right behind me.
Before either of them can move, I look at Lee. 
Y/n: What are you doing? 
Lee: I'm going to use the pillow to silence the gun's noise. 
I look at Lee for a moment, not saying anything, and all of them look at me. 
Glenn: Uh, what's up? 
Y/n: That's not going to work. 
Lee looks at me as he holds the pillow in his hand. 
Lee: Are you sure? 
Y/n: My grandpa owned a few guns and used to use them all the time. Believe me, I can tell you with one hundred percent accuracy that there's no way that'll work. But if you can keep it from moving... I could help. 
Lee nods and looks at Carley. 
Lee: Stay back with Glenn. Keep an eye out. 
Carley nods and we approach the walker; the walker leans forward to try and grab us, but Lee puts his foot on it's chest and I make a finger gun. I hold my hand up and without making any noise I use my power. 
Y/n: (Mind) Fire gun. 
I shoot the walker in the head using my move and it falls to the side; it's arms and mouth now limp. Lee and I look up toward the second floor of the motel and the walkers didn't notice it at all.