A/N: So I love this game and decided to write this. It's going to stick to the general plot of the game (Season 1), except with additional characters. Please review if you can, as I'd love to know what people think and how I can improve before I post the rest! Thank you very much for deciding to read this!

Warnings- It's going to contain some violence and language, obviously, but nothing more than what happens in the game, so if you've played that then I doubt it'll be a problem.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead Game, and I'm just writing this for fun, I'm not gaining anything from it.

The dark veil of night covered me as I silently walked the city streets of Macon. It was practically deserted. In a way, my isolation from humanity made me feel like I would just surrender to a walker if one of them found me. I'd lost all hope of being saved, of surviving the damn apocalypse that had already taken so much from me in such a little time. The bitter breeze stung my skin, and I wrapped myself further into my red, zip-up hoodie, pulling the hood up over my long, wavy blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail.

I looked down an alley way between buildings. I didn't know what I was looking for really. Maybe I hoped I'd find some survivors, walkers, a weapon, food or even shelter. It didn't matter. I kept on walking.

A shatter of glass in the distance made me jump in fright. Walkers would be nearby, then. I knew sound drew them in, which meant something would have caught their attention for them to break the glass. Maybe they were chasing humans. Hell, they'd probably already caught them.

Still, I was intrigued. I walked quicker towards the sound, the low growls of walkers filling my ears.

"Did you find them yet?" A voice called.

I stopped in my tracks, blue eyes wide with panic, confusion and excitement. Survivors. Though, if they carried on shouting like that, they wouldn't be alive much longer. I rushed to the voice until I spotted a drugstore. There were two people I could see, accompanied by a lot of walkers that were intensely watching a few TVs. I raised an eyebrow. What a strange sight. I ran forward to an abandoned truck in the road and hid behind it, watching the humans. One guy was holding an axe, crouched down on the ground in front of a walker that was trapped under a fallen post. The man was moving his mouth like he was talking to the monster. What the hell?

The man raised the axe, an expression of pain and guilt evident on his face. I resisted the urge to throw up at the sight of the man chopping the walker's head off. It was disgusting, but the expression on the man's face made it seem even worse. He didn't want to do it.

The man sadly looked down at the walker on the ground after hitting it once, and I took that as my signal. I didn't want to rush to it, but I needed their help. God, it was probably insane to be going up to a man in the streets who had an axe while I was entirely defenceless and there were walkers a few steps away. The walker on the ground growled, throwing a hand up, and the man stumbled back. I paused.

The axe came down again, more times than once. I kept walking closer, terrified but also feeling like I could trust the man, who then kneeled back down and picked something up from the walker that now had a split in its skull.

The man waved the small, silver item towards the gate, where the other man had a smile on his face. The man with the item then turned his head, his gaze meeting mine. He narrowed his eyes, studying me, before he relaxed his muscles and softened his eyes.

"Are you bit?" He asked me in a hushed whisper.

I shook my head.

"Alone?"

I nodded.

"We have survivors inside, you can-"

"Holy crap!" The man at the gate suddenly shouted, his eyes fixed on the walkers ahead. "Run!"

The man with the axe waved his arm as if for me to follow before he ran to the gate. My legs picked up speed and I raced after him, entering the large gate as the other man closed it. The three of us entered the building and shut the door behind us.

"Man, that was close," the light haired man breathed heavily.

"Yeah, but we did it," the other with the axe replied, his voice sounding pained. He turned to me as I stood there with wide eyes, taking in the sight of the other survivors who now watched me with various expressions.

"What's your name?" He asked, diverting my attention back to him.

"Marceline," I stuttered.

"I'm Lee," he said, reaching a blood stained hand out. I looked at it for a second, then he withdrew it in understanding.

I forced a small smile.

"I'm Doug," the other man smiled.

"It's nice to meet you both." I tucked my hands into my sleeves.

"Who's this?" A short haired woman asked.

"This is Marceline," Lee told her. "We were gonna get attacked by those walkers, so she should stay with us, at least for a while."

"I'm Carley," she said to me. "Hey, why don't you try help me with this radio?"

I nodded my head nervously and joined her while Lee went off to talk to a dark haired girl and a man who sat on the floor.

"How old are you?" Carley asked, studying the radio like it was the most complicated device in the world.

"Seventeen," I replied. "Want me to take a look?"

She passed me the radio and smiled a bit. "I'm no good with these things."

I flipped the batteries around and pressed the power button, switching the radio on.

"The estimated death toll continues the sky rocket," the radio announced. "WABE urges you to stay indoors, and avoid any contact with individuals you expect may have been exposed."

I glanced at Carley who returned a slightly worried face before the reporter began to speak more rushed and the station sounded like it was breaking. Were those screams I could hear?

"God bless you all, God bless the United states of Amer-"

Carley stared at the radio which went silent.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from the building. Everybody began rushing around frantically as the alarm rang from the pharmacy.

Carley ran to her bag and began loading a gun. A woman spoke to a small boy with a panicked tone while another man with a moustache fired orders out to everybody. He looked at me as if confused.

"I'll help with the door," I told him, throwing myself at it to help Doug, Carley and another person who was soon replaced by Lee.

The door lifted and jolted from the force of the walkers on the other side who were determined to get to us. My heart raced. Doug, Carley and Lee began having quick exchanges about what each other should know since they might not make it out alive.

"Will you guys shut up?" I yelled. "There's no time to be thinking like that! Keep this goddamn door shut!"

Suddenly, there was a crash and walkers began to flood into the building. Carley ran to the danger, firing her gun at the undead.

"Clementine, can you look for something to stick in between the handles? Something real strong, okay?" Lee asked a little girl in a baseball hat and a dress.

"Okay!" She replied, going to look around.

There was a heavy force and the door broke through. I shrieked and pushed back on it with Lee and Doug, struggling as we were one person short.

"Clementine, did you find anything?" Lee shouted, his eyes giving away how panic-stricken he was.

"Nothing... Oh wait!" Clementine ran out of the room and into another.

"That window is screwed!"

"Go!" Lee instructed, and Doug did as he was told.

I looked at Lee with worried eyes as the door was ready to burst open.

"I found something!"

The man took the cane that the little girl held and shoved it through the door handles, restricting the door's movement.

Suddenly, there were screams and shouts coming from both Doug and Carley.

I stared in horror at Doug, who was being pulled backwards through the window, and then to Carley who was out of bullets for her gun, with walkers dangerously close and one grabbing her ankle. Clementine looked terrified, Lee looked conflicted, and I was frozen.

Everything went in slow motion. Lee ran to Carley and passed her the ammo for the gun. I watched briefly before I turned on my heels and flew to Doug's rescue. I was too slow. The hands holding him forced his body backwards and out of the window. Clementine screamed, Doug cried in pain, and I let out a small gasp.

"Let's go!" The man who earlier was passing out instructions appeared in the other doorway. We went to make our escape.

The cars were silent. Nobody dared speak on the journey to the motel, despite the fact there were a lot of things on our minds.

I climbed out of the car alongside everybody else. There were no smiles, no bright eyes, no enthusiastic voices. Even the two kids were quiet. It made everything worse seeing them sad.

I walked over to Lee who was stood alone while everybody else went their own way.

Lee was examining a torn photograph in his hands, and I felt rude to interrupt but did so anyway.

"I want to thank you."

He quickly lowered it and looked at me. "It's no problem. Are you okay?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my face showing how miserable I felt. "Are you?"

Lee shook his head once. "It doesn't matter."

I bit my lip, wanting to ask more questions. "What's the picture?"

Lee tensed up. "Just a picture of the family that owned the drugstore."

"Why'd you keep it?" I raised an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. He sighed before deciding to speak after a long silence. "They were my family."

"Oh," I felt my heart sink. "I'm sorry, Lee. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay." He put the picture in his pocket.

"Lee?" I couldn't help myself. "Is your daughter okay with all of this? I mean, she just saw.. she just saw Doug get ripped apart by the undead."

"Clementine isn't my daughter," he began, his tone suggesting that he wanted to be careful about what he told me. "We were both alone. Her parents went on a trip to Savannah and haven't come back... I don't think they made it. The babysitter she was left with was a walker when I found her. I killed it, but Clem saw the whole thing."

"Wow," I gasped. "Poor girl."

"She's brave," he stated, turning to watch her. The girl with the dark hair was piling dead walkers up while Clementine stood and observed. "That girl's called Lilly."

"I see. And the guy glaring at you?" I nodded my head slightly in the direction of the man who'd earlier been on the floor.

"Larry, her dad. The guy with the moustache is Kenny, his wife is Kat and their kid is Duck," Lee explained.

I nodded my head before jumping at the sound of gunshots in the distance and lots of screaming.

"I'm gonna go check on Glenn," Lee told me. I forced a brief smile and then he walked off to join the man stood by a pizza delivery car.

I stayed in my position, blankly looking out onto the road ahead. After a few minutes, Glenn's car drove around me and the man left without another word. I wasn't upset. I hadn't even shared any words with him before.

"I saw you tried to save Doug."

I spun and was faced with Carley. "I wasn't quick enough. I could have saved him if I wasn't such an idiot, if I hadn't stood there thinking about it."

"Don't feel guilty," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Everything happened quickly, there's no use dwelling on the past."

I shrugged.

"I'd ask if you're okay, but that's probably a stupid question to ask in an apocalypse."

"I'm fine. Are you?"

Carley looked unsure. "I think I liked Doug. He saved me... I should have saved him."

"He probably felt the same way," I replied, not even thinking before I spoke.

"I guess it doesn't matter now," she sighed heavily. "So what's your story?"

"My story?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, how'd you end up in Macon alone?"

I tried to change the topic, not wanting to talk about what happened to me. "What's up with that Larry guy? He looks like he hates Lee."

"He's just grumpy. I think Lilly takes after him, be careful what you say around them or they'll snap," she warned me, a small smile on her mouth.

"That little kid- Duck?- he's brightened up since the car journey. It's refreshing to see someone so energetic."

Carley looked over to the young boy who was harassing Clementine with stories.

"Duck is quite... lively."

I smiled, the first genuine one I felt in a while.

"Clementine seems to like Lee," I commented, watching her talk with him when Duck walked away.

Carley made a humming sound in agreement.

"Glenn's gone."

Carley looked a bit sad. "I wish he'd have stayed longer."

"I didn't really know him." I looked back into the road.

"He was nice, I hope he is safe wherever he goes."

"Yeah."

Carley looked over at Lee. "I'm gonna talk to him."

"Okay."

I decided to have a talk with Clementine.

"Hey," I smiled, stopping near her.

"Hello," she smiled back. "You're Marceline, right?"

"Yep, and you're Clementine?" I already knew the answer, but thought I'd be polite.

She nodded. "Are you going to stay with us? Glenn is gone."

I felt bad for her. She looked lonely and confused. "I'd like to, if it's okay with everybody else. I don't want to intrude your group and overstay my welcome."

That seemed a good enough answer for the small girl.

Lee, Kenny and Lilly walked nearby, discussing whether we'd stay at the motel. Clementine and I watched them and they stood on the street, Kenny was speaking enthusiastically, his face showing a slight smile.

Maybe things would be okay.

Then the lights went out.