A/N: What's up everybody! :) I came up with this crossover Idea after reading author 2003's story and decided to do my own version. The story starts off, during Season 1 of Telltale's TWD and will possibly continue forward into Season 2 later on. Jason's look is based on his appearance from Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday. I know some people don't like that sequel very much, but I do, because I'm a big Jason fan and it added a few interesting elements into the series.

If anybody has any Ideas, questions or concerns about this story? Feel free to PM me and we'll chat. This story's rated 'M' for blood, gore, violence, and strong language.

Well, enough of the chit-chat, on with the story...

I don't own anything but maybe a few OCS.

Chapter - 1: A New Day.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon as a police car drove down a highway from Atlanta, Georiga. The cop, a kind older gentleman, was delivering two men to Meriwether County Correctional Facility for further process. One of the men was former history professor, Lee Everett, who very recently killed a state sentor that was sleeping with his wife. Currently, he was wallowing in regret, shame, and self-loathing for his actions. Sitting right beside him was notorious hockey masked serial killer, Jason Voorhees, who has kiled over 250 people.

The larger man sat as still as a statue, barely making a sound or movement; save for him breathing and making subtle glances out the car window.

The cop glanced at Lee through his rear view mirror with a questioning look, before shrugging and said, "Well, I reckon, you didn't do it then."

"Why do you say that?" Lee asked.

"Y'know, I've driven a lot of guys down to this prison. Lord knows how many. And usually about now I get the 'I didn't do it!' gag." The cop answered.

"Not from me." Lee said, remorsely.

"Because guys in your postion said it enough?" The officer asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Lee said nothing in response, glancing looked down at his handcuffs with a deep remorseful expression.

"What about you, Mr. Voorhees?" The cop asked, speaking with Jason now. "Do you have anything to say?"

The hockey masked killer let out a grunt, which sounded more like a scoff, before looking out the window and watched curiously as a couple of patrol cars passed by. It seemed like they were in a rush.

Lee took a chance to glance at the hockey masked killer beside him. If Lee were being honest, Jason terrified him, especially since he still had his mask on and couldn't tell what he was thinking of, along with being eerily quiet. From what Lee heard on the news, It took an entire police and FBI joint task force to bring him down and arrest him, then he was transferred down south from his hometown of Crystal Lake, New Jersey. He also heard, Jason was shot multiple times and didn't die. That was something, Lee had a hard time believing at first, how could one man survive such an onslaught and live? The former history professor got his answer when he saw the hockey masked killer up close and personal. Jason's body looked riddled with scars, both old and new. Lee sure would hate to be on his bad side.

"Hmm, not much of a talker, huh?" The older man shrugged it off, before chatting with Lee again, "I followed your case a little bit with you being a Macon boy and all."

"What do you think?" Lee Inquired.

"In my honest opinion, It could be you just married the wrong woman."

"Or she married the wrong guy." Lee muttered.

The cop nodded, giving him a sympathic look as his radio crackled with the dispatcher saying something about a bad riot going on down town. He turned it off as Lee asked curiously, "Any of that seemed important to you?"

"All of it, but that box never shuts up." The cop said with a chuckle, "Sit in this seat and pay too much attention, you'll drive yourself crazy. I have a nephew up at UGA, you teach there long?" He then asked.

"Going on my sixth year." Lee said.

"Did you meet your wife in Athens?" The older man asked.

Lee didn't reply, but his sad expression said enough, then he glanced out the window as more patrol cars and even a news helicopter flew by. Jason still sat in silence as usual, but even he began to notice something was going on, something bad.

Seeing Lee's sad look, the cop decided to change the subject, "I was driving this man once, he wanted for murdering his wife and was one of the worst I've ever seen or met. 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 smart folk glasses and he's just screaming back there, says it wasn't him. Crying and snotten' all over right where you're sittin' too."

The radio crackled again, but the cop turned it off as he continued speaking, "Then before long, he starts kicking the back of my seat, like a fussy baby on an airplane. I tell him, he has to stop and that's goverment property or I'll be forced to zap him otherwise. So, he stops and having exhausted all of his options, he then starts crying out for his mama, 'Mama, It's all a big mistake! It wasn't me!'." The older man said, mimicking the man's voice.

"So did he do it?" Lee asked, genuinely interested.

"They caught the fucker red handed." The cop stated angrily. "Stabbin' his wife, cutting her body up as the boys came through the door and he sits in my car yelling bloody murder it wasn't him...I think he actually believed it himself." The cop shook his head at the memory, before letting out a tired sigh and says, "It just goes to show, people will often go mad when they think their life is over."

The former history professor nodded at that, but then he noticed a person in the middle of the road and the cop wasn't paying attention as he was still talking.

"LOOK OUT!" Lee shouted, but it was too late.

The car slammed into the person, causing it to spiral out of control and crash through a median barrier. The vehicle rolled down a hill side with everybody inside being thrown around, like rag dolls, and finally stopped in a ditch in the middle of the woods.

"Get back!"

Dazed and disoriented, Lee could hear somebody yelling and through blurry vision, he could also see several figures moving around the police car and towards whoever it was.

*BANG-BANG-BANG!* Gunshots rang out as someone screamed out in terror and the sound of flesh tearing could be heard.

One hour later...

Groaning, Lee slowly opened in his eyes and noticed that he was still inside the wrecked car, he then glanced outside and saw that it was at least mid afternoon. The former history professor moved, but winced when hot pain shot through his left leg, "Ow! Fuck, my leg." He hissed.

Suddenly, there was a loud thump that shook the whole car. Lee looked over and his eyes went wide in both shock and fear, It was Jason and he was still in the car with him!

Currently, the hockey masked killer was making an exit by kicking the car door out. He gave it one more good kick and the door broke completely off it's hinges, before it was sent flying a few feet away. Then Jason made his way out and once he was outside free, he snapped his handcuffs off as if they were made of simple string.

Jason turned back to the car and glanced at Lee inside, making the former professor tense in fright. The hockey masked killer then reached in and grabbed Lee by the arm, before he could react and pulled him out of the wreck. Lee believed Jason was going to kill him, so he closed his eyes thinking his fate was totally sealed, but was given a shock when the hockey masked killer didn't do any of the sort and broke Lee's handcuffs off instead.

The former professor was floored by that, "Y-You helped me. Why?" He asked, looking at the hockey masked killer in astonishment.

The larger man didn't say anything, only breathing and giving Lee a blank stare with his one good eye. "..."

"...Okay." Lee said alittle unnerved, before he glanced over and saw the cop laying face down on the ground with a trail of blood behind him.

"It's the police officer." The former professor thought, before he started limping his way over to check on him. "Officer?" Lee asked aloud, trying to see if the cop would respond to him or not. Once he was close enough, Lee bend down to check his pulse, but stopped when he noticed the cop beginning to stir.

"Uh, officer?" He asked.

"RAWWWGGG!" The cop suddenly roared, springing at Lee, causing him yelp in surprise and fall on his backside.

"What the hell!?" Lee exclaimed, backing away in terror as the undead cop snarled, before crawling after the former history professor. "What the fuck are you?!" Lee yelled out as he kept backing away, until he was up against the wrecked cop car and when the undead officer was about to reach him, Jason had come to his rescue by the stomping down on its head; squashing it like a grape.

The former professor panted for a few seconds in shock and took some deep breaths to calm himself down, before Jason walked over and helped him up to his feet. "Thanks." Lee told him, getting a nod from Jason in response much to Lee's surprise.

"Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye." The former history professor thought, he then looked at the now dead ploice officer and wondered, "What happen to him? What the hell's going on?"

As this was happening, a small figure appeared in the woods above a hill and looked around for the sourse of the shouting. Lee saw the person and tried to get their attention, "Help! Go get someone! There's been an accident!" He shouted, but the figure already disappeared.

Suddenly, moaning and groaning sounds could be heard and out of the woods emerged more undead people. One of them got too close and tried to take a bite out of Jason, but he reacted quick and grabbed it by the head, he then twisted it all the way around with a sickening crack, before ripping the head off and tossing it aside.

"We gotta go." Lee said urgently and began running away, but it was hard with a busted leg. Luckily for Lee, Jason helped him along and both made a run for it. They ran up the hill as one undead person attempted to grab one of them, but hockey masked killer punched it in the face hard, killing it with one hit.

They came across a tall wooden fence as more undead people showed up. Jason helped Lee up and over the fence, before himself went over as the undead monsters began gathering up on the fence and started banging on it to get in, all of them snarling and growling in anger at a meal getting away.

Once on the other side, Lee and Jason looked at the fence wondering If those undead monsters were going to break through it. Fortunately enough, some gunshots went off in the distance somewhere and drew their attention away. The walkers limped off elsewhere as Lee glanced around at the place both he and Jason had ended up in. Turns out, It was somebody's backyard that had a pool and a treehouse.

"I wonder If anybody's home?" Lee asked aloud, looking at the house in front of them, before glancing at Jason. The hockey masked killer was also observing his surroundings or more specifically the treehouse, he noticed a bit of movement up there.

Seeing Jason stare at the treehouse, Lee asked, "Did you something?"

Jason responded with a silent look, making the former history professor inwardly groan in annoyance, before walking over to the treehouse. "Hey? Is anybody up there? We need some help." He called up, but didn't get a reply back.

"I guess not." Lee sighed, before glancing at the house and started walking towards it, hoping someone would be there that could help them out. Jason looked at the treehouse one more time, before following after Lee. He walked up the back porch just as Lee knocked a few times on the patio door.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" The former history professor asked, trying to get a peak inside, but couldn't really see. Opening the sliding door, Lee and Jason walked in, but Lee was the only one with his hands raised. "Don't shoot, okay? We're not Intruders and just need help." He said, but was completely shocked by what he saw.

The house was in shambles, furniture was overturned and blood was all over the kitchen floor. Lee glanced around with an uneasy look, before turning to Jason and said. "I think these people need more help then we do."

Jason looked at him and gave a shrugg in reply as the former history professor walked into the kitchen, carefully avoiding the blood on the floor and headed towards the sink. Lee used a cup on the counter to fill with water and took a drink. "That's better." The former history professor thought as he then started looking through the cabinets for food. Sadly, there wasn't any, but he did find a walkie-talkie that would come in handy.

Suddenly, a loud beep went off that caught Lee and Jason's attention. "What's that?" The former history professor asked aloud, leaving out of the kitchen and saw Jason pressing the button on an answering machine, before standing next to him as it began playing.

[Three New Messages: Message - 1: Left at 5:43 PM]

A cheery, but slightly worried voice spoke up, "Hey, Sandra, this is Diana! We're still in Savannah. Ed had a little accident with a crazy guy near the hotel, so we had to get him to the ER and have him checked out. Anyways, he's not feeling too well to drive back home tonight, so we're staying an extra day. And Sandra, thank you so much for looking after Clementine. I promise we'll be back in time, before your spring break starts."

Message - 2: Left at 11:19 PM.

Diana spoke up again, sounding scared and panicked, while gunshots and explosions could be heard in the background along with Intense shouting. "Oh my God, finally! I don't know If you tried to reaching us; all the calls are being dropped. They're not letting us leave and aren't telling us anything about Atlanta. Please, please, just leave the city and take Clementine with you back to Marietta. I've got to get back to the hospital. Please let me know that you're both safe."

Message - 3: Left at 6:51 AM.

This time when Diana spoke, she sounded very distressed and was clearly sobbing. "Clementine? Baby, If you can hear this, call the police. That's 9-1-1. We love you...we love you...we love y-"

Although no one couldn't really tell, but Jason felt saddened for the couple and their daughter. It made him think about his own mother as memories of her passed through his mind, before being quickly dismissed as he shook his head. Jason wondered if their daughter was alright somewhere. Lee also felt saddened as he grabbed a picture frame next to the answering machine and looked at the photo inside that showed a happy couple with a little girl in the middle of them smiling away, before placing it back.

"Daddy?" The voice of a young girl spoke up, startling Lee for a second. The former history professor looked around for the sourse, until he realized the voice was coming from the walkie-talkie. Lee pulled the walkie from his back pocket and spoke into it, "Hello?"

"You need to be quiet." The young girl replied.

"Who is this?" Lee asked as he looked around the house for whoever was speaking to him, while Jason listened on in curiosity from where he was standing.

"I'm Clementine and this my house."

"Hi Clementine, I'm Lee." The former history professor said/introduced, before asking her. "Are you safe?"

"I'm okay. I'm up in my treehouse. See?" She said as Lee, along with Jason, walked into the kitchen and looked out the window to see Clementine peak out from an opening in the treehouse and wave at them.

"That's smart." Lee stated, smiling and waving back at her.

Clementine glanced at something behind Lee and let out a scream. The former history professor turned around just in time as the corpse of an undead young woman had sneaked up on him and attempted to attack him, but Jason quickly came to his rescue once again by shoving it against the wall then the hockey masked killer grabbed hold of it's head and smashed repeatedly in the refrigerator door, until it stopped moving.

While Jason was doing that, Lee tried to leave in a hurry, but ended up slipping and hitting his head on the counter, leaving him in a daze. Unbeknownst to him, another undead corpse was crawling his way towards the former history professor. Lee shook off his daze in time to see another corpse growl at him and pounced, Lee yelled out in surprise and started wrestling with it, before managing to push the corpse off him. The former history backed up as the corpse came at him again, snarling and growling away. Suddenly, the sliding door opened up and Clementine stood there with a claw hammer in hand.

"Here!" She said urgently as Lee quickly grabbed it and bashed the corpse's head in, until layed permanently dead in a pool of blood on the floor. The former history professor stood up and panted for few seconds, "Man, that was nuts." He thought, before looking at Clementine and said, "Hi there."

"Did you kill it?" The young girl asked, glancing at the dead body with a fearful look.

"I think something else did." Lee responded, looking back at the corpse for a brief second.

"Oh." Clementine replied sadly.

"You've been all by yourself through this?" The former history professor asked, kneeling down in front of her as Jason walked in and stood beside Lee.

The young girl nodded slyly and said, "Yeah, I want my parents to come home now."

Lee gave her a sympathic look, glancing at the answering machine for a second, before turning back to Clementine. "I don't think that will be for a while. Listen, I don't know what's going on, but I'll look after until then. If that's okay with you?" He said/asked.

The young girl gave Lee a smile, nodded and said, "Yes, please." Then she glanced at Jason, but Instead of turning and running away from the hockey masked killer in complete fear like everyone else, Clementine was looking at him in curiosity like any little kid would. Jason also stared back at her in a simliar manner. "Who are you?" The eight year old asked.

"His name's Jason, he doesn't talk too much, but he's friendly." Lee Introduced. Even though he still had an open mind about him, the former history professor felt he could trust Jason; he did after all save his ass 3 times now. "We need to find shelter, before it gets dark." Lee also says.

"Yeah, It's not safe at night." Clementine replied, before the trio headed out of the house and around to the gate on the other side. Just as Lee was about to open it, Clementine walked up to him and asked, "Should I stay?"

"Uh, why?"

"What if my parents come home? I don't wanna sleep in my treehouse by myself again." She said, nervously glancing at both Lee and her house.

"I'm sure, they'll find come us." The former history professor responded, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't want to tell Clementine that her parents were mostly likely dead, until it was the right time. "Besides, me and Jason won't leave you alone." He added, giving her a smile.

The young girl smiled at that, before Lee opened the gate and the odd trio headed out. They spotted two young men trying to push back a car, Lee walked up and said, "Hey fellas!"

Startled, the two men looked at the trio and one of them said, "Whoa, please don't hurt us!"

"We're not gonna hurt you, It's okay." Lee told him.

The other young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "For a second there, I thought you, your friend and the little one were gonna eat us."

"Do you know what's going on?" Lee asked.

"No Idea, but it's bad, really bad." The younger man said, before extending his hand, "I'm Shaun, Shaun Greene."

"Lee," The former history professor said, shaking his hand, before Introducing the two beside him, "This is Clementine and Jason."

"I'm Chet." Shaun's friend Introduced, giving Clementine a friendly wave.

The young girl smiled at him, hiding slyly behind Jason's leg.

"We shouldn't be out in the open like this."Shaun says. "How about your big friend gives us a hand with this car and we'll take you and your daughter to my family's farm. It should be safer there."

"Oh, I'm not her dad."

"You're not?" The younger man asked, raising a suspicous brow.

"No, were just some guys who found her alone." Lee responds, "I know how It looks, but we couldn't leave her here by herself."

"Well, okay, but we should get going now." Shaun says sternly.

"Are you sure, Shaun? I mean the big guy don't look too friendly." Chet says nervously, gesturing to Jason, who narrowed his one eye at him.

Lee looked down at Clementine and asked, "What do you want to do?".

Clementine looks up at him and then to her home, "I, um, I-"

Before she could finish, a group walkers was making their way towards them.

"Shit, we gotta go!" Chet says in panic.

"Lee, quick help me with this!" Shaun says hastily.

Shaun, Lee and Chet try pushing the car back, but it was no use as none of them were strong enough. Luckily, Jason came over and starts easily pushing the car back, until there was room for Shaun's truck to leave.

"Hurry get in!" The younger man says as he hops in the driver's seat. Lee and Clementine hop in beside him where as Jason sits in the back, along with a very nervous Chet.

"For just some guys, It looks like you saved a lot of people today." Shaun says with a smile.

Lee nods with a smile, before looking ahead; today was definitely a really weird day.

To Be Continued...

Fun Fact # 1: Meriwether County Correctional Facility is the same prison, Rick's group later resides at and where most of the comic arcs take place.

Fun Fact # 2: The man, who the cop is talking about, is Thomas Richards. A minor antagonist encountered by Rick and his group when they lived at the prison. In the comics, he come off as a nice guy at first, but he turned out to be a real psycopath, when he killed Maggie's twin sisters. After he was discovered to be the true culprit behind the terrible crime, Thomas was brutally beat down by Rick and later shot to death by Maggie. Even though, he was a minor antagonist and appeared in only a handful of issues, he showed Rick's group that walkers aren't the only things you needed to worry about in TWD universe.

Fun Fact # 3: The only people in TWD universe to rival Jason's kill count are Negan with over 225 confirmed kills of living persons and Negan's former second-in command, Simon with 172. Although, most of their kills were either direct, caused, Indirect, accidental, before or after reanimation where as Jason killed everyone that he came across.

A/N: * I would've posted this a lot sooner, but I was going through a crap ton of rewrites, until I could finally get it correct and like with my other story; all 5 episodes will be split up into parts. Characters will be a little OOC as I've haven't played the games in awhile.* Review, have a good day/night, God bless and peace out everybody. (: