Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Walking Dead, The Walking Dead Survival Instinct, its characters or plot. I do however own Clara Wesley, any changes/additions to the plot and the original plot after the ending of the game.
Summary: Before the Dixons joined the Atlanta group Daryl saved a woman named Clara Wesley who's not remotely prepared for the end of the world. Daryl feels like he has to help her to be stronger to survive. When they find Merle again he's reluctant to take her along. Bad Sum. (Half onPS3Game, "WT: Survival Instinct") Prequel to Blood Soaked Arrows to the Heart.
Please don't complain or point out about how Clara acts in this compared to how she acts in BSATTH(The sequel) because there's a reason. Also this I based on where I went when I played this (You can chose sometimes between two places and get different tasks/survivors etc.
EDITED (11-30-13): I changed a part so Scout introduced herself to Clara and i gave Clara A line of Daryl's (ONE) so it would fit more cause i didn't think about how confusing it would be for Scout to introduce herself to Daryl when in the beginning they were already traveling. I Apologize for the confusion and for me being stupid and not thinking.
"Damn it!" Daryl cursed standing next to the blue SUV and looking at the tire. He rubbed his hand over his face. The red headed woman next to him rolled her eyes.
"What did you expect to happen if we keep taking the highway?" Scout asked. Daryl resisted the urge to glare at her. "There's a neighborhood to the east of here. Not that far, maybe you can find a tire there."
"Stay here." Daryl grumbled grabbing his crossbow, shotgun and sledge hammer before heading towards the neighborhood. It didn't take him long to get there. He walked along, avoiding a few walkers when he could, killing others when needed and made his way to a narrow road between a bunch of houses. He cursed under his breath when a walker spotted him. He waited for it to make its way over before using the sledge hammer to push it back before bringing it down on its head. He looked around to see if there were any more before walking to a garage. "Least there's some fuel." He muttered quietly. He noticed that on the door into the house was a banner than said 'HELP!'. He walked over and tried to open the door but it was locked. He sighed and walked out and over to a yellow car. He crouched and moved past it and grabbed what he could of some ammo. He found a flare and smirked picking it up. Suddenly he heard walkers and looked to see a bunch had spotted him. "Shit!" He quickly got on top of the yellow car for higher ground. He grunted as he brought the sledge hammer down on the walkers surrounding the car. "This is taken too long." He muttered pulling out his shotgun. He shot a few and managed to get a more than one with one shot. Suddenly car alarm went off. "Ah You gotta be kidding me!" He hissed and looked up to see if any more walkers heard. There were no news ones in sight, yet, so he took care of the remaining walkers around the car. "This is ridiculous." He said hopping down off the car.
He quietly walked down the road. He got to a red truck and climbed up on it to survey the area. There were a few walkers fenced in, in about every yard. He quickly and quietly got off the truck made his way into the yard across from the truck. There was another 'HELP' sign on the door. He tried the door and it was unlocked. He walked in and to the left a walker was coming in through the garage. Daryl went over and bashed its head in before looking out the door to see if there were any more. There was nothing of use in the house so he left and walked back to the street. He quietly made his way to the next house and saw a couple walkers. He snuck up behind one and stabbed its head from behind before bashing the other one's head in. He walked up the steps onto a long porch and walked down to another door with a 'HELP' sign. He opened the door slowly and walked in. There were two walkers by the garage door. He snuck up and stabbed one then the other. He walked around looking for supplies. He walked into a small bedroom. He glanced around and noticed a closed wardrobe in the corner. He slowly walked over before opening it quickly. He shined his flashlight in while aiming his crossbow and heard a feminine gasp.
"P-Please! I'm alive!" The woman said holding her hands up to shield herself. Daryl turned off his light, lowering the crossbow and she looked up. She was young, about average height and had medium length blond hair and green eyes.
"How long you been in there?"
"Only about two hours." She said quietly. "I was looking for food." Daryl reached into his back pocket and pulled out a half-eaten MRE.
"Here." He said holding it out to her.
"You sure?"
"You want it or not?" She quickly snatched it.
"Thank you." She looked down briefly before looking up at him. "Please take me with you. I-I can't survive on my own. I don't want to die; I'm only 26."
"Calm down." He said seeing she was on the verge of tears. "Come on, git up." She quickly got up and brushed her clothes off. He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. "Ya picked a hell of an outfit for the apocalypse there." He swallowed.
"How I was I supposed to know the apocalypse was gunna happen the day I wore this?" She said looking down at her very short jean shorts and white tank top.
"Come on." He nodded his head towards the door and walked out of the room.
"There's no food in any of the houses." She said as she followed him. "I checked."
"Not looking for food. I need a tire."
"I think I saw one in one of the garages at the end of the street."
"Great, let's go." They got to the front door and Daryl stopped. "Uh..what's yer name?" He asked looking back at her.
"Clara. Clara Wesley."
"Daryl Dixon." He said before opening the door. "Stay low, stay quiet." He said before leaving the house cautiously. The two made their way to the end of the street and into a garage.
"See, what did I say?" Clara said quietly.
"Perfect." Daryl said picking up the tire. "Let's go, car's back on the highway." Clara's eyebrows went up. "That far?"
"S'not that far, don't be a baby."
"I'm not." Clara said with a frown.
The two got to the car and Scout looked at Clara.
"Names Scout." She said.
"Clara."
"We're heading to Lafferty."
"I'll go wherever as long as I'm not alone."
"Great, get in." Daryl got in the driver's seat, Scout in the passenger's seat and Clara climbed into the back. "Let's not take the highway this time." Daryl glared slightly at Scout before starting the car.
"You don't say a whole lot, do you?" Scout asked looking back at Clara as they drove down the street. She shrugged quietly. "Right. So, I'm Anna Turner, but all my friends call me Scout. My dad's a sheriff, so I was helping with what I could. Scrounging supplies. Helping people."
"So what happened?" Clara asked quietly.
"He made me promise to get to the evacuation at Palmetto Estates. Said he was pulling his deputies and would meet me there."
"That's the best plan I've heard all week." Daryl said.
Daryl pulled over in Lafferty and they got out.
"Huh, don't look like nobody's here." Daryl said.
"Yeah, it's pretty quiet. Maybe somebody's holed up inside. I'll circle around, you two wanna try there?" She pointed in the other direction.
"Yeah, either way. Sooner we wrap this, the sooner we're back on the road." Scout nodded before jogging away. Daryl took out his duffel bag from the back seat and opened it on the hood. He took out a hammer and a pistol and turned to Clara.
"Here. Need to be able to defend yourself." She nodded taking them. They started walking and Scout came over the walkie talkie.
"Hey. I see some movement on the horizon. Coming in pretty fast."
"Can you tell what it is?" Daryl asked.
"I can tell I don't like it. You two probably want to get inside."
"Alright, come on, we gotta get on the other side of that fence."
"We could use those stacked pallets."
"Unless you're a lot stronger than ya look and can pull me up that's not an option; too high."
"We could move that car, that way you could get up and pull me up."
"Not a bad idea. C'mon." The two made their way over. "Take out that walker." Daryl said pointing to one by the car with his knife before holding it out to her.
"Me?"
"Yeah you. Don't see nobody else here do ya?"
"You're a lot stronger and you have a sledge hammer."
"Yer not gunna get any stronger if you don't get any practice."
"Maybe I don't want practice."
"Just do it. I'm right here."
"Yes because that's reassuring."
"I have this." He held up his crossbow.
"How do I know you even know how to use that thing?" She hissed.
"Why else would I have it?"
"You're seriously asking that question?"
"Go."
"Alright, alright." She took the knife and let out a breath before sneaking up on the walker. She gulped silently and grimaced as she brought the knife up from the back of the skull. She almost gagged as blood and guts came squirting out onto her hand and arm. She shivered and heard the car moving. She looked over in time to see Daryl jumping onto the first stack of pallets. He waved her over. She ran over as he got on the other stack and crouched to help her up.
"There. Was that so hard?" She glared at him. He jumped over the fence and looked up at her, waiting for her to jump. "Come on." He said. She gulped and hopped over, grunting when she hit the ground.
"How's that for timing?" Scout asked over the radio.
"All right. What's your situation?"
"I'm cool. On the roof across from you." Clara and Daryl looked up as a chopper flew overhead. "Oh. Whoa…"
"What?"
"Are you looking outside?"
"Up there." Clara pointed to a line of four vehicles driving down a highway.
"Come on, in here." Daryl said opening the door to a store and looking inside before motioning Clara to follow. She shut the door behind her.
"Hey! I wondered who that was breaking in." The two looked over to see Noah, still bloody but, patched up – from his gunshot wound he got curtsey of Merle – in the corner by the ATM. The two walked over. "I'm Noah, remember? I lost Scout at the hospital; I was hoping to catch up to her here."
"Yeah, she's just outside." Daryl said.
"Wow! Really? You three running together?"
"For the time being, looks like." Suddenly another transmission came through on the radio but not from scout.
"Okay, here they come. That what you wanted?" The three looked outside to see walkers getting shot down by a truck that drove by.
"Just right, thanks." Another voice said. "Commerce Operation Pied Piper. Full purge is in effect."
"He sounds like he's having too much fun." Clara muttered.
"Fire at will! Take down everything that moves!" Daryl and Noah exchanged a nervous glance before looking back.
"I wanna talk to those guys! Get some help from 'em!"
"Did you not here the 'everything that moves' part?" Clara asked with her eyebrows up.
"Well she's right; you can't go out on the street dude. Go through the stores, they're connected." He pointed to the door at the other end of the room. "Catch up to them at the end of the mall."
"You comin'?"
"I'm not that amped about talking to these guys. I'll catch you on the far side."
"Man, you sound like my brother."
"See ya." Daryl was about to turn away when Noah stopped him. "Oh uh… hey man, I owe you from earlier. You in need of a talented scavenger?"
"You can get to the car you can come." Daryl said before walking to the door to the connected store. Clara picked up a fire axe from a shelf. "Learning already; take what you can get." The two climbed over the counter and Daryl opened the door. "Ahh, one bad idea after the next." He said noticing all the walkers. "Wait here; I'll take them out." He moved forward, took out his crossbow and kneeled. He fired his crossbow a few times and Clara heard them make impact as well as bodies hitting the ground. Clara noticed a walker coming up behind Daryl and jumped up. She stabbed it and backed up as it fell. Daryl looked behind him and nodded in approval. She let out a breath as they moved forward. They got to the door that connected the next store. Daryl opened the door and was grabbed by a walker. Clara gasped as he grappled with it before stabbing it. Suddenly Clara turned around and there were two walkers. She swung her fire axe into one's head and it got stuck. She tried to pull it out but couldn't.
"Dar-!" She was cut off as he stabbed it through the eyes.
"You alright?" She nodded and tried to pull the axe out again.
"Uhh…" Daryl grabbed it and yanked on it, pulling it out with a sickening crunch. They walked into the connecting room and Daryl picked up a baseball bat.
"You wanna give this a go?"
"I think I'll stick to the bladed weapon." She said holding the axe closer to her.
"Won't do you much good if it gets stuck again." She sighed and took the bat from him. He looked around and picked up a pair of keys. "Well, that's something, I guess." He opened the door to the next room. It was a clothing store, the shelves were all arranged like a barricaded maze. Daryl kneeled in the corner and fired his cross bow taking out around six or seven walkers. He moved forward, still crouched and retrieved his bolts. "Look around see if you can find anything useful." He whispered. "I'll clear the path." Clara nodded and crawled in the other direction. She heard more crossbow bolts being fired and striking their targets as she looked around. She spotted a back pack and grabbed it. She looked inside to see a picture frame, some bars of food, a water bottle, a lighter, a half empty match box, and a black switch blade.
"Jackpot." She whispered. She took the blade out and opened it so she was ready. She pulled out the picture frame and frowned seeing a family photo of a mother, father and two sons and their dog. "I'm sorry." She whispered before taking the picture out. She reached into her shirt and pulled out an old folded, worn photo. She put it in the frame before putting it in the bag and putting the bag on. She crawled around bit more. She found a dark green jacket and grabbed it, taking off her bag to put it on then putting her bag back on.
"Clara." Daryl whispered loudly. "Coast is clear, come on." She got up and ran over to where he was waiting. He eyed the bag. "What'd you find?"
"Some of food, a water bottle, a lighter, a half empty box of matches, and black switch blade. Dibs on the blade."
"I have my own; you need it. Come on." They walked to the exit and walked outside. "That's our exit but…" Clara's eyebrows went up when she saw all the walkers. "Gotta get to that evacuation point." He looked around. "Take out what you can, I'll work from here." Clara took a breath. "You'll be fine, I got your back." She nodded and moved up. She readied her blade and snuck up on a walker. She stabbed it from behind and backed up to let it fall. Nearby, two walkers fell over with bolts in their skulls. She moved over to them and yanked them out. She moved back towards Daryl and put the bolts closer to him. He nodded to her. She moved forward and came across a pump shotgun with some ammo. She grabbed the ammo putting it into her bag and carried the shotgun, putting it down when needed to stab walkers. Soon they had killed all the walkers. Daryl walked up to her.
"Look what I found." She held up the shotgun.
"You find ammo with that." She nodded and pointed her thumb back at her bag. "Let's go." They climbed onto a police car that was in the way and hopped down before walking to an SUV where Noah and Scout were waiting. Daryl looked over to see the trucks leaving then the chopper flying overhead.
"Where to next?" Clara asked.
"Polksville." Scout said and everyone piled into the car.
Ending first chapter there. Still working on next one. When I get to the original part of the story I'm gunna need a co-writer MAYBE. Well I won't NEED one but I think it'll be fun to have two writers on this story.
