Hello there readers, I know it's been a while since I've updated anything, almost a month. So I decided to make a treat for you all, since I'm in The Walking Dead mood since the new season started, plus it's October. Yay~ October! I thought it'd be nice to make a story that's been on my mind for a while, and I've now brought it into words. I truly hope you enjoy it, and those who has played the game like I have are in for some fun.

Prologue: Episode 1: A New Day

"Look, I'm telling you, I don't belong here!"

"Son, the only reason you'd be in the back of my police car is if you did something, and from what I've heard you've done a lot." The old police officer said, his gray hair in the front of his head looked like it had already been balding for a long time.

I knew him, not on a personal level, but because I had seen him before ...and that was something I just couldn't wrap my head around. He wasn't real, none of this was suppose to be real. He was the same old dude from the walking dead game who was escorting Lee to prison.

And, unfortunately, I was in Lee's place.

"But, I'm telling the truth, I didn't do anything wrong. I don't even live in Georgia, I live in Pennsylvania."

"Look, son, I know you're scared and all, but you need to stop lying and admit to what you've done." The old cop sighed, shaking his head, then a moment later, he spoke. "You know ...I followed your story a little bit, you being a Macon boy and all-."

Oh, God! I'm not even from Macon ...well, not really, my grandma lives in Macon but that it. But, I didn't shout that out, I just gave an annoyed groan.

"And from what I heard, you and a group of you're friend decided to rob a store, something went wrong and the clerk got shot," he continued. "They found your finger prints on the gun, but I reckon you weren't the one who pulled the trigger?"

I sighed, my answer plain and simple. "No, I didn't."

The car got quiet for the next few minutes, the only thing that could be heard was the car's police radio. I pondered on rather or not I should tell the officer about the 'road walker' coming up as I had dubbed it. He seemed like a nice guy, but I decided against, since it was the only thing that would let me get out of this car, and away from going to prison, but most of all, I had to help Clementine. I was in Lee's place after all.

My mind went back to exactly how I got here, which I wasn't even sure of myself. I was sitting in my room, bored as hell, with nothing to do and since I hadn't played The Walking Dead Game in a while I thought It'd be fun to make some different chooses. I downloaded all the episodes, except for 400 Days, so I just cut on the PlayStation 3 and started playing, school had been really tiring, but I didn't think it was enough to make me close my eyes. The next thing I knew, though, I opened them back up and the whole world looked ...different, that's the only way I could describe it.

It was like I had really gone into the game itself, I was in a jail cell, but it was still sorta cool. Next thing I know I'm getting dragged out my cell and thrown roughly into the back of a police car, and here I am.

"You want to know how I see it …?" The police man said, suddenly, dragging out my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes, this was both new and old to me. "Do I really have a choice?"

"Sure don't," he responded, glancing up at me through the rear-view mirror for a moment, before looking back at the road. "Regardless of rather it was you who pulled the trigger or not, it could be that you were hanging around with the wrong group of people."

I opened my mouth, but then shut it a second later, my shoulders going limp. "Yeah ...I guess. It's not like I give a fuck, though, considering I don't even remember them." And there was truth behind every last one of those words. Who the hell were these friends?

"Well, maybe some friends are best left forgotten," he said. He probably didn't believe me about how 'I don't remember them' either.

"Riot in progress. All officers are available for incoming two-seventeen's. Rolling calls and dispatches to all locations." A voice from the police scanner informed, as, just then, a helicopter, along with swat and police vehicles sped past on the opposite side of the highway heading towards Atlanta.

I glanced up at the rear-view mirror and got a good look at my face. Cinnamon brown skin, short cut curly, blackish/brown hair and light brown eyes looked back at me. I looked exactly how I looked before all of this, just comic book 3d-ish.

"Doesn't any of that stuff bother you at all, I mean, that was a lot of cops for a riot …?" I asked, pointing both my fingers down at the police scanner in the front seat. I really hated being handcuffed.

The old cop shrugged. "Of course it bothers me. But, that box never shuts up, sit in this seat and pay too much attention and you'll drive yourself crazy." There was a few minutes of silence, at first I thought he'd talked himself out, too bad I was wrong. "Considering the circumstances, you're doing better then most grown folks who've been were you're sitting. I was driving this man once, h-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 smart folk glasses, and he's just wailing back there, says it wasn't him. Crying and snottin' all over, right where you're sitting." There was some more stuff coming out of the police radio, but he gave an annoyed expression and cut it off, then went back to talking. "Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat, li-like a fussy baby on an airplane-."

I'd already heard this same story too many times, so I blocked most of it out. "Wow, what a bitch." I muttered, lazily. "I'm guessing he got caught in the act."

"Yep, they caught the fucker red handed! Stabbin' his wife, cutting her up as the boys came through the door! He sits in my car screaming bloody murder that it wasn't him!" The police escort ranted, leaning back to look at me out the corner of his eye. "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 a bit more hilarious if I do say so."

That was when I so a walker stumble right in front of the car, my eyes went wide and kicked the back of the old cop's seat.

"Keep your eyes of the road, old man!" I shouted at him.

But, it was already too late, by the time he turned around to try and avoid the walker, the car slammed full force into it and we went swerving and crashing into the guardrail, rolling down the side of the hill, my body hitting the roof, doors and back seat like a rag doll before I blacked out.

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I heard the sound of screams and other noises echo through my head as I regained consciousness, it was like listening down a long tunnel, then I back out again.

When I finally woke up fully, my head was pounding. I was leaned up against the upside down back seat, the car was almost completely flipped over. I tried sitting up, only to be hit by one of the worse headaches I'd ever had in my life.

Pain ...complete and total pain. If this was a dream, then I wouldn't have felt anything at all, that meant that this was no dream, this was as real as it gets.

"Fuck," I groaned, shutting my eyes, lifting my hands to my head. I felt the spot where most of the pain was coming from on the side of my head and felt sticky, wet blood. "Great, Lee's leg gets fucked up, but it had to be my head. Ow, this hurts like a bitch."

I opened my eyes and slowly sat myself up. I knew I had to hurry, I only had a few minutes before the old dude reanimated into a walker, I couldn't waste time on my pain. So without wasting a moment more, I crawled over to the window and saw the cop's mangled, bloody corpse just a few feet away from the cruiser. I lifted my right leg up and kicked the glass as hard as I could, despite the pain I felt shoot through my skull every time.

"Come on, damn it!" One, two, three, four strong kicks and the glass broke. Then I dragged myself out and landed on the hard ground with a thud. I placed my hands on the side of the car and slowly lifted myself up. I stood there for a moment, with my eyes closed, waiting for the pain to fade a little bit, then I began stumbling towards to the cops body, past the shotgun and the one bullet to use for it.

"Ow, fuck! Ow, fuck!" I moaned as I walked, my head felt even worse standing up. Once I got to the officer's body I saw the keys to the handcuffs on the back of his pants, I bent down, ignoring the increase in my headache and, unlike Lee, I unlocked both cuffs at one time.

But, all that time I spent in the car must have been longer then I thought, because the officer's hand twitched just before he shot up to try and grab me, catching me completely off guard. "Oh shit!" I stumbled backwards and the old officer turned walker started crawling for me, growling and hissing. In my panic I quickly ran for the gun, then picked up the bullet and loaded it into the chamber, before cocking it.

I had no idea how to shoot a gun, but the cop was close enough so that all I had to do was point it and pull the trigger. So, that's what I did. I pulled the trigger and the walker's head snapped back and exploded in a mist of skull and brain matter.

I stumbled back up against the totaled cruiser and let out an exalted sigh, tossing the gun down, wiping my hands over my face. "Oh God, I can't believe I did that," I said to myself. I had shoot someone, this was way harder then people made it look on the game and television show.

I felt sorta ...guilty.

I opened my eyes back up, and caught sight of a small figure in the distance at the top of the hill in front of me. Knew for a fact that it was Clementine. I smiled and gave a small wave, but she started running off back towards where she had came from. My smile dropped, and I was about to yell out to her. That was until I heard a loud groan and the sound of cracking twigs, I glanced towards were the noise had come from and saw a group of walkers come from behind the tree, obviously draw here by the shotgun I fired.

There were also walkers coming from my left and in front of me.

"Oh crap!" I broke into a run, almost tripping over the corpse in front of me and weaved threw the gaps in the large group of walkers, I climbed the hill and came to a high wooden fence. I hurry and grabbed the top of it, pulling myself over as fast as I could just as I felt a hand brush against my sneaker. I landed in Clementine's yard, trying to catch my breath as the walkers on the other side beat on the fence to try and get at me.

Loud gunshots could be heard in the distance, and luckily the walkers lost interest in me and started heading towards them.

"Ah ha ha~ I made it, I really made it!" I laughed in relief. "I thought I was a goner. Fucking walkers, I swear I'm so happy they're slow!"

I laid there for a few minutes, before I stood up and brushed the dirt off my pants. I looked around and saw that everything was exactly how it was in the game, there was a tree with a tree house and a tire swing, a red wagon and a kids tea set. I walked over to the tree house and looked up at it, I knew Clementine was up there, and though I doubt she'd answer, I tried anyway.

"Hey, you up there, I saw you in the woods," I said loudly, trying my best not to attract any walkers. " ...Are you okay?"

And just as I thought, I didn't get a word out of her. I thought of maybe climbing the tree, but I might end up scaring her, so I decided to just go along with the story for now and get the walkie-talkie.

I rolled my eyes and signed, making my way up the porch and into the house, I didn't waste anytime knocking on the glass door or calling for someone, I knew no one was in there, well, except for Clem's zombified babysitter.

The inside of the house was a total mess. There were chairs and small tables flipped over, a load of blood was on the kitchen floor, and the only light that could be seen was the afternoon sunlight from outside the glass door, and the TV screen, that showed nothing but white static.

I got a very ominous feeling from the whole house. It was sorta creeping me out knowing that the dead babysitter was just hiding somewhere waiting to jump out at me.

"Jeez ...I swear I hate places like this," I muttered, shivering a little as I walked past the kitchen entrance. "It reminds me of my basement."

I walked a little farther in when a loud beep caught my attention, I looked over and saw it was the answering machine. I'd almost forgotten about that. I reached my hand out and pressed main button on the top.

"You have three new messages," an automated voice said threw the speaker. "Message one. Left at five-forty-three p.m."

"Hey, Sandra, this is Diana, we're still in Savannah. Ed had a little 'incident' with some crazy guy near the hotel, so we had 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 so much for looking after Clementine, and I promise we'll be back in time before your spring break!"

I sighed sadly as I listened to the message. If Clementine's dad was bitten by a walker, no one would expect him to turn, at least not this early on. I never thought of it before, but maybe Clem's dad turned on her mom and that how they ended up dead, they we're seen as zombies together at the end of the game.

"Message two. Left at eleven-nine-teen p.m," The automated voice said over my thoughts. I shook my head and started checking the entire living room area for anything I could use for a weapon. "Oh my God, finally! I don't know if you've tried to reach us; all the calls are getting 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 got to get back to the hospital, please let me know that you're safe."

"Message three. Left at six-fifty-one a.m."

"...Clementine? Baby, if you can hear this, call the police-."

I stopped the message just as I approached the answering machine, after my look around the living room. Everything in the house had been taken, and the best thing I could for a weapon was a short, broken, coffee table leg; it was hard oak, and hollow enough to bash open a person's head if I needed to. I felt happy for having played The Last Of Us a few hours before this happened, I still hadn't beat the game but if Joel's taught me anything, it's that almost everything can be used as a weapon.

I stepped over the puddle of blood and made my way into the kitchen. After checking the cabinets for food, but finding none, I pulled the drawer with the walkie-talkie and placed it in my back pocket. I wanted for a moment; when nothing happened I walked out the kitchen, and that's when it finally went off.

"Daddy?"

"About time," I muttered, pulling the talkie out my back pocket. I pressed the button on the side and spoke into it. "Uh ...Hey."

"You need to be quiet."

I walked back into the kitchen, making sure to step over the blood, I did not feel like falling in that. "So ...you're that kid, right? The one I saw in the woods?" I asked, I knew it was her, but I needed to play along, at least until it was no longer necessary.

"Yeah, that was me. I'm hiding until my parents come home."

"I see," I said, leaning against the cabinet facing the entrance way. I was not letting the walker turned babysitter get me by surprise. "What you're name?"

"I'm Clementine. This is my house."

"That's a pretty name, Clementine. I'm Taylor, but most people call me, Tay."

"Hi, Taylor."

I smiled a bit, then asked my next question. "So, what's up with your parents? They left a few messages on the answering machine, said they're in Savanna or something?"

"Yeah, they took a trip and left me with Sandra. Did they say if they were on their way home, yet?"

I could hear the hopefulness in Clementine's voice, I didn't want to tell her her parents were dead. That would break the little girl's heart. "Sorry, from what I heard your dad got hurt really bad and had to go to the hospital. But, you're mom says she loves you."

"Oh," Clementine's dishearten voice came through the talkie.

I sighed and changed the subject. "So, Clem, how old are you?"

"I'm eight. ...What about you?"

"Uh ...I just turned eighteen not too long ago, I guess that means I'm ten years older then you," I answered. There was a sure pause, before I started speaking again. "Are you hiding in your tree house?"

"Uh-huh, the monsters can't get in. Can you see me? I can see you through the window."

I looked out the window and saw the eight-year-old push open the door to here tree house. She waved and I waved back smiling. It was at that moment, in heard the soft shuffle of feet behind me.

"Ahhh!"

I spun around just as the walker almost took a bite out of me. I brought up the coffee table leg and held it against her neck to keep her from biting me as she tried to scratch at my face, my back pressing on the corner of the kitchen counter. It was at that moment that the headache I felt after the car crash chose to come back at the worse time. "Shit! Get the hell off me!" I lifted my right leg and gave the strongest Sparta kick I come muster; sending Sandra the walker stumbling backwards, falling over the overturned table.

I wasted no time hurrying over to finish her off before she could get back to her feet. Clenched the oak leg in my hand, I brought it down on her skull numerous time before she finally stopped moving. The smell of rot was horrible, and the blood dripping from the wood only made it worse. My cheeks started to feel sour, and I threw up right next to the walker's corpse. I held onto the counter; waiting for my lightheaded to pass, the last thing I wanted to do was pass out.

"Are you okay?" A little girl's voice asked from behind me.

I turned around and saw Clementine standing there, holding a hammer. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just fine," I answered, whipping my mouth with my sleeve. I stumbled over to her and smiled. "I don't think I'll need that hammer. Why don't we get out of here, away from the smell."

"Okay."

We walked over to the open door and I sat down for a moment to catch my breath.

"Have you been here all by yourself …?" I asked, suddenly.

"Yeah. I want my parents to come home now," she answered, sadly, shifting nervously on her feet, starring at the floor.

I frowned. "I ...don't think that's going to happen any time soon. Ya know, the way things are and all."

"Oh," Clem said. She looked like she was about to cry, and that was the last thing that I wanted.

"Hey, come on, no tears," I said, gently. I sat up on one knee and gave her a soft smile. "Your parents aren't here, but, I'll look after you until we find them, alright?"

"Okay," Clementine nodded, before looking up at me. "What should we do know ...?"

"Well, we can't stay here, that for sure." I stood up and tossed the oak leg into the kitchen; knowing it was no longer much use. "We should leave before it gets too dark, maybe we'll fine someone to help us."

"Yeah, it's not safe at night."

"Let's go, and stay close to me, Clem."

She nodded. We both walked out the glass door, Clementine starred into the house one last time, before she slid the door shut and we walked off the porch together, heading for the front gate.

This is how my life and death journey started; and it was only going to get hard as time went on.

That ends it for pilot, was it good, was it bad, should I continue. Though, I'll most likely continue anyway, I want to know your thoughts, review and leave any suggestions you might have!

Peace~!