Post by The Orlando Gray on Nov 26, 2015 19:22:39 GMT
"The Transformation"
Chapter 7 [1227 words]
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Despite everything, life goes on. It was day break and both girls knew they needed to find shelter, food, and water. They were also dragging along a prisoner. And Alan was possibly alive and vengeful. Many members of their group were missing including Alvin Jr. If they were planning to survive, they were going to need to keep moving.
Both girls relaxed under a tree with Dave as their footstool. The view they shared was empty. The nature surrounding them was beautiful with the exception of Walkers roaming, but it was void of its animal habitat. Everything but the wind was silent until Walkers roamed near. Amber was ready for them. As Clementine crawled to her feet Amber was on her third kill. Break time for the too seemed to be over all too quickly.
Amber: Give me the knife.
Without asking questions, Clementine handed over the knife. Amber approached Dave who was awake. He squirmed as he attempted to escape his bondage and he could not keep silence remembering all the things he’d done to Amber.
Dave: Please forgive me!
Amber: Clementine leave. I don’t want you to see this.
Clem: It doesn’t matter. If you’re going to do something to him just do it. We need to keep moving.
Amber graveled at Clementine’s stubbornness, but she was patient. Since Clementine was nice to her in the basement she knew she had to share kindness. After taking in a deep breath, Amber tried again.
Amber: Walkers are right there. Can you take care of them? Go for a walk, please. And if you hear screaming keep walking.
Dave: I’m sorry! I admit it, I fucked up! I’m sorry!
Crying and scared shitless Dave relieved himself of fluids. Not wanting to be in his presence to smell his sent Clementine walked off leaving the Walkers to Amber since she had her knife. To survive, they were going to need to make great use of the daylight. Settling for Amber’s decision once again, Clementine sighed and gave in.
Clem: I’ll give you ten minutes. If you’re not finished then I’m leaving with or without you.
Clementine walked toward any direction. Her thoughts concerned Alvin Jr. She missed him. She missed holding him and taking care of him. Both Clyde and Paul are both capable men, but she knew very well that survival had everything to do with getting lucky.
Once deeper into the woods screams came from Amber’s direction. Loud wails that refused to cease. As requested Clementine kept walking. The cool air and generally calm atmosphere seemed to calm her nerves. Before they were abducted Clementine and friends were walking alongside a road heading toward the town named Ethridge. With any luck, that’s where the rest of her group was still headed.
Alan: Don’t move.
Caught off guard Clementine felt a metal object on the back of her head. It was unfortunate, but to Clementine it came as to no surprise. While gripping her fist she walked in the direction, he directed her toward. The walk wasn’t long, Alan led her to a small campsite.
Alan: I didn’t drag you here to shoot you. I’m letting down my guard. I want to talk.
He walked past her and pulled a log near the fire pit. Taking advantage of his carelessness, Clementine pulled out her pistol taking control of the situation. Alan sat down on the log he pulled next to the pit and looked up at Clementine. He was unafraid. Alan stretched his arm pointing at the log across from him prompting her to take a seat. Clementine wasn’t buying into his games, she kept her guard up and gun aimed. Realizing he might get shot if he didn’t do something Alan opened his mouth.
Alan: I brought you here so that I can apologize.
Clementine didn’t want an apology. This was the man who separated her from Alvin Jr. and it was by his hand that she was grabbed, slapped, and punched. An apology was not what she wanted, she craved revenge.
Alan: I brought you here to apologize and to say thank you.
Clem: What?
Alan: Thank you. For two months, I had these thoughts bottled up inside. I had to play the uncompassionate leader to get those guys to listen to me. I sacrificed my religion, my morals, and even part of my character to meet their qualifications. It never sat well with me and last night you helped me vent. I want to be a Christian again. And what I did to you and your friends was wrong. Will you forgive me?
Clem: No. You hurt me and my friends and you separated our group! I don’t like you. Now I’m the one pointing the gun.
Alan: I’m sorry for everything, but you can’t kill me. I’m not ready to die. At least not until I make a full conversion.
Clem: It’s too late!
Alan: Wait! I can make it up to you! You can have my guns and blades just let me keep my Bible.
Clem: I can take that away when you’re dead!
Alan: Information! I don’t know where your friends are, but I know where they might be. There are only so many places they could have gone. Shit, this was a bad idea.
Clem: Tell me now!
In the midst of their discussion a voice echoed through the woods calling a friend.
Amber: Clem!
Clem: Hurry!
Alan: You and your friends were traveling down Andrew Jackson highway when we picked you up. The closest place from there is Ethridge. You were lucky we nabbed you when we did Ethridge is a bad place. They should be fine if they passed it. They would have ended up at Lawrenceburg.
Clem: What do you mean!
Amber: Clem!
Alan: Ethridge is territorialized. It’s the stronghold of his group with large numbers. We call them triple K. If your friends were white then they would have been accepted by them with open arms. Triple K wants to preserve the white American race. They kill anyone who isn’t white and American.
Clem: That baby was trusted to me to protect after his mother died! And now because of you he could be dead!
Alan: But…
Clem: No! I don’t accept your apology! I will accept your guns, your knife, your Bible, your information and your life.
Alan: No!
One shot was fired, a bullet through the head and the spoils of the newly dead were plundered. Clementine walked toward the pants and screams of her friend who had heard the gunshot. Even after killing a man Clementine was at peace. Her conscious clean, mind blank. Upset came to her balance when she and Amber regrouped.
Amber: Clementine! Thank God.
Amber hugged Clementine thankful that she was alive. Only Clementine wasn’t in the mood for hugs. She shrugged Amber off and took a few steps forward before stopping. Clementine turned toward Amber.
Clem: What happened with Dave?
Amber: He’s dead. I did everything that I said I was going to do to him then I left him to the Walkers. Did someone shoot at you?
Clem: I shot. I know where the others might be. We need to leave now. We have to hurry.
Amber: What did you shoot at?
Clem: Alan. He’s dead now. Let’s go.
Amber stayed in place as Clementine passed her. The woods returned to near silence. There was a cool breeze in the air. Clementine rubbed her arms cold and exhausted from her strenuous morning. Walkers were nearby and growing in number. She considered opening one up to shield herself in their smell. The thought of the task added more stress on her brain. Amber grabbed Clementine from behind and held on to her. From behind Amber guided her and her group member to safety.
Chapter 7 [1227 words]
theogfanfiction.wordpress.com/2015/11/28/the-walking-dead-game-season-3-episode-2-chapter-7/
Despite everything, life goes on. It was day break and both girls knew they needed to find shelter, food, and water. They were also dragging along a prisoner. And Alan was possibly alive and vengeful. Many members of their group were missing including Alvin Jr. If they were planning to survive, they were going to need to keep moving.
Both girls relaxed under a tree with Dave as their footstool. The view they shared was empty. The nature surrounding them was beautiful with the exception of Walkers roaming, but it was void of its animal habitat. Everything but the wind was silent until Walkers roamed near. Amber was ready for them. As Clementine crawled to her feet Amber was on her third kill. Break time for the too seemed to be over all too quickly.
Amber: Give me the knife.
Without asking questions, Clementine handed over the knife. Amber approached Dave who was awake. He squirmed as he attempted to escape his bondage and he could not keep silence remembering all the things he’d done to Amber.
Dave: Please forgive me!
Amber: Clementine leave. I don’t want you to see this.
Clem: It doesn’t matter. If you’re going to do something to him just do it. We need to keep moving.
Amber graveled at Clementine’s stubbornness, but she was patient. Since Clementine was nice to her in the basement she knew she had to share kindness. After taking in a deep breath, Amber tried again.
Amber: Walkers are right there. Can you take care of them? Go for a walk, please. And if you hear screaming keep walking.
Dave: I’m sorry! I admit it, I fucked up! I’m sorry!
Crying and scared shitless Dave relieved himself of fluids. Not wanting to be in his presence to smell his sent Clementine walked off leaving the Walkers to Amber since she had her knife. To survive, they were going to need to make great use of the daylight. Settling for Amber’s decision once again, Clementine sighed and gave in.
Clem: I’ll give you ten minutes. If you’re not finished then I’m leaving with or without you.
Clementine walked toward any direction. Her thoughts concerned Alvin Jr. She missed him. She missed holding him and taking care of him. Both Clyde and Paul are both capable men, but she knew very well that survival had everything to do with getting lucky.
Once deeper into the woods screams came from Amber’s direction. Loud wails that refused to cease. As requested Clementine kept walking. The cool air and generally calm atmosphere seemed to calm her nerves. Before they were abducted Clementine and friends were walking alongside a road heading toward the town named Ethridge. With any luck, that’s where the rest of her group was still headed.
Alan: Don’t move.
Caught off guard Clementine felt a metal object on the back of her head. It was unfortunate, but to Clementine it came as to no surprise. While gripping her fist she walked in the direction, he directed her toward. The walk wasn’t long, Alan led her to a small campsite.
Alan: I didn’t drag you here to shoot you. I’m letting down my guard. I want to talk.
He walked past her and pulled a log near the fire pit. Taking advantage of his carelessness, Clementine pulled out her pistol taking control of the situation. Alan sat down on the log he pulled next to the pit and looked up at Clementine. He was unafraid. Alan stretched his arm pointing at the log across from him prompting her to take a seat. Clementine wasn’t buying into his games, she kept her guard up and gun aimed. Realizing he might get shot if he didn’t do something Alan opened his mouth.
Alan: I brought you here so that I can apologize.
Clementine didn’t want an apology. This was the man who separated her from Alvin Jr. and it was by his hand that she was grabbed, slapped, and punched. An apology was not what she wanted, she craved revenge.
Alan: I brought you here to apologize and to say thank you.
Clem: What?
Alan: Thank you. For two months, I had these thoughts bottled up inside. I had to play the uncompassionate leader to get those guys to listen to me. I sacrificed my religion, my morals, and even part of my character to meet their qualifications. It never sat well with me and last night you helped me vent. I want to be a Christian again. And what I did to you and your friends was wrong. Will you forgive me?
Clem: No. You hurt me and my friends and you separated our group! I don’t like you. Now I’m the one pointing the gun.
Alan: I’m sorry for everything, but you can’t kill me. I’m not ready to die. At least not until I make a full conversion.
Clem: It’s too late!
Alan: Wait! I can make it up to you! You can have my guns and blades just let me keep my Bible.
Clem: I can take that away when you’re dead!
Alan: Information! I don’t know where your friends are, but I know where they might be. There are only so many places they could have gone. Shit, this was a bad idea.
Clem: Tell me now!
In the midst of their discussion a voice echoed through the woods calling a friend.
Amber: Clem!
Clem: Hurry!
Alan: You and your friends were traveling down Andrew Jackson highway when we picked you up. The closest place from there is Ethridge. You were lucky we nabbed you when we did Ethridge is a bad place. They should be fine if they passed it. They would have ended up at Lawrenceburg.
Clem: What do you mean!
Amber: Clem!
Alan: Ethridge is territorialized. It’s the stronghold of his group with large numbers. We call them triple K. If your friends were white then they would have been accepted by them with open arms. Triple K wants to preserve the white American race. They kill anyone who isn’t white and American.
Clem: That baby was trusted to me to protect after his mother died! And now because of you he could be dead!
Alan: But…
Clem: No! I don’t accept your apology! I will accept your guns, your knife, your Bible, your information and your life.
Alan: No!
One shot was fired, a bullet through the head and the spoils of the newly dead were plundered. Clementine walked toward the pants and screams of her friend who had heard the gunshot. Even after killing a man Clementine was at peace. Her conscious clean, mind blank. Upset came to her balance when she and Amber regrouped.
Amber: Clementine! Thank God.
Amber hugged Clementine thankful that she was alive. Only Clementine wasn’t in the mood for hugs. She shrugged Amber off and took a few steps forward before stopping. Clementine turned toward Amber.
Clem: What happened with Dave?
Amber: He’s dead. I did everything that I said I was going to do to him then I left him to the Walkers. Did someone shoot at you?
Clem: I shot. I know where the others might be. We need to leave now. We have to hurry.
Amber: What did you shoot at?
Clem: Alan. He’s dead now. Let’s go.
Amber stayed in place as Clementine passed her. The woods returned to near silence. There was a cool breeze in the air. Clementine rubbed her arms cold and exhausted from her strenuous morning. Walkers were nearby and growing in number. She considered opening one up to shield herself in their smell. The thought of the task added more stress on her brain. Amber grabbed Clementine from behind and held on to her. From behind Amber guided her and her group member to safety.