User:YoRHa No.2 Type B/The Walking Dead Video Game Remastered/A New Day

Chapter 1: Out Of The Frying Pan
A police cruiser drives down a highway out of the city of Atlanta. Inside, a man sits quietly in the back seat of the car, with his hands handcuffed. The police officer driving the car looked through the rear view mirror at the man.

Officer: Lee Everett, was it? Well, I'll reckon you didn't do it then.

Lee: Why do you say that?

Officer: Y'know, I've driven a bunch of fellows down to this prison. Lord knows how many. Usually is 'bout now I get the "I didn't do it."

Lee: Every time?

Officer: Every time.

The cruiser's radio cracks to life, an officer reports, "We've got what looks like a 10-91E near Peachtree Exit of 285. All cars are asked to keep on the lookout for an SUV."

Officer: I've followed your case for a bit, you being a Macon boy and all.

Lee: You're from Macon, then.

Officer: Yup, came up to Atlanta to be a city cop in the seventies. Always wanted to work on a murder case, like that senatorial mess you got yourself mixed up in, with all due respect. A real shame, that is. Hell, the whole family used to be regulars at your folks' drugstore downtown. Still there?

Lee: Sure is.

Officer: Good. I got a nephew up at UGA. You teach there long?

Lee: Going on my sixth year.

Officer: You meet your wife in Athens? Wanna know how I see it?

Lee: ...

The officer sees Lee's angry face on the mirror and keeps quiet.

Officer: Regardless, could be you just married the wrong woman.

Lee: Or she just married the wrong guy.

Lee looks outside the window and sees police cruisers and helicopters speeding to Atlanta.

Officer: I was driving this man once. He was the worst one. He wouldn't stop going on about how he didn't do it. He was an older fella. Big, soft eyes behind a pair of glasses. He was just wailing back there, saying that it wasn't him. Crying and snotting all over right where you're sitting.

An officer reports in on the radio, and the officer turns it off.

Officer: Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat like a fussy baby on an airplane. And I tell him he's gotta stop, that that's government property, and I'll be forced to zap him otherwise. So he stops, exhausted all of his options, he starts crying out mama. "Mama, it's all a big mistake! I didn't do it!"

Lee: Maybe he was innocent.

Officer: Innocent? They caught the fucker red handed! Stabbin' his wife, cutting her up when the bous came through the door! He sits in my car screaming bloody murder that it wasn't him! I think he actually believed it himself... it goes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their life is over. Oh, I got another good one for ya. This one's a little bit less depressing and hilarious if I say so myself...

The officer is so caught up in his story that he doesn't see a pedestrian on the road.

Lee: WATCH OUT!

The police cruiser runs over the "pedestrian" and loses control, crashing off the highway. Before falling unconscious, Lee hears the officer shooting and screaming. Several hours later, Lee wakes up.

Lee: Ugh... ow, shit. Thirsty. Fuck, my leg.

Lee sees the body of the officer outside.

Lee: Hey! Hey! Are you all right, officer? I'm still cuffed back here! OFFICER! That doesn't look good. He wasn't ejected from the car...

Lee kicks and breaks the window open. He limps towards the officer's body. He inspects the officer's shotgun.

Lee: It would be easier to carry with these cuffs off.

Lee finds the keys and gets his handcuffs off. He hears the officer groaning.

Lee: Uh, officer...?

The zombified officer attacks Lee, who backs away crawling.

Lee: Ah! Holy shit! What in the hell? W- What the fuck are you?!

Lee grabs the shotgun and shoots the officer in the head.

Lee: His skin is all rotten and he smells like shit. What the hell is this?

Lee hears growling from behind. He gets up and limps away as more walkers approach. He approaches a fence and climbs up towards the other side for safety.

Chapter 1: Out Of The Frying Pan
Lee drops into a backyard, landing on his bottom. He starts backing away, not even bothering to stand up, until he bumps into the deck of a house. The walkers bang on the fence, but gunshots in the distance lure them away.

Lee: Oh, man... That was so close.

Lee takes a look around. The entire neighborhood was deserted. Smoke was rising in the sky, and cars were jamming the roads and the houses were abandoned.

Lee calls out to a treehouse in the backyard.

Lee: Hello? Anyone in there?

Getting no response, Lee sees a tea cup set on the ground.

Lee: Hmm. I’d fill one of these tea cups with some bourbon if I could.

Lee limps toward the house.

Lee: Hello? Anyone home? I need a little help. Don't shoot, all right? Hello? I'm not an intruder... and not one of them.

Lee inspects the home, which was in a mess.

Lee: Jesus, these people need more help than I do.

Lee sees a bowl of fruit and grabs an apple.

Lee: Fuck, it's fake.

Lee finds a note on the fridge at the kitchen.

Lee: Hmm... The Marsh House. That's a Savannah area-code. But that's the type of note you'd leave a babysitter...

Lee finds a walkie-talkie in a drawer and keeps it with him. He takes a glass of water and hears beeping from the answering machine.

Answering machine: There are 3 new messages. Message 1. Left at 5:45 pm.

Woman: Hey Sandra, this is Diana. We're still at Savannah. Ed had a crazy incident with some crazy guy near the hotel, so we had to get him back to the ER and have it checked out. Anyway, he's not feeling well enough to drive back tonight so we're staying an extra day. Thanks for looking after Clementine, and I promise we'll be back in time before your spring break!

Answering machine: Message 2. Left at 11:19 pm.

Diana: Oh my god, finally! I don't know if you've tried to reach us. All the calls are getting dropped and they're not letting us leave and aren't telling us about Atlanta. Please, just leave the city and take Clementine back to Marietta. I've got to go back to the hospital. Please let us know if you're safe.

Answering machine: Message 3. Left at 6:51 am.

Diana: Clementine? Baby, if you can hear this, call the police. That's 911. We love you. We love you. We love y-

Lee picks up a family photo on the floor and puts it back upright, sighing. Lee hears a girl on his walkie-talkie.

Lee: Hello?

Girl: You need to be quiet.

Lee: Are you okay?

Girl: I'm okay. They tried to get me. But I'm hiding until my parents come home.

Lee: What's your name?

Girl: I'm Clementine. This is my house.

Lee: Hi, Clementine. I'm Lee. How old are you?

Clementine: Eight.

Lee: And you're all alone?

Clementine: Yes. I don't know where anybody is. How old are you?

Lee: I'm 37. Where are your parents?

Clementine: They took a trip and left me with Sandra. They are in Savannah. Where the boats are.

Lee: Are you safe? Where are you?

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