Come Away to the Water, Episode 1

by SaintAugustana

Adaptation of Telltale's The Walking Dead Season 2 with an OC thrown in to join Clementine on her journey. But Scout, a gifted young tracker with a old cynic's mind, has a dark past of her own, and when the group comes face-to-face with William Carver, she'll have to choose a path.

1. Prologue

Come Away to the Water, a Telltale Games: The Walking Dead Season 2 fanfic by SaintA

Author's Note: I'm writing this based on a combination of what I remember from the script of the Telltale video game version of The Walking Dead [Season 2] and what I have replayed. Obviously, the vast majority of this is hereby unoriginal work, and I claim no credit for it. The only original aspect of this story is my OC Scout.

If you haven't played the game, don't read this as it won't make sense. Unless you're just that dedicated a fan of mine, in which case, thanks. You're awesome.

So to put this in the perspective of live-action characters, picture Clementine as played by Amandla Stenberg. Scout is my usual prototypical tomboy. Or picture it however you want. Whatever floats your boat.

Last note: for my own purposes some lines have been added or omitted. Again, this is largely an unoriginal work [up until around Episode 3]. Episodes will be posted as separate stories. This is Episode 1.

Prologue

It wasn't as if I'd known Clementine since the beginning. Like her I was swept up in the maddening storm of the apocalypse and washed out into the barren world. Just so happened that the tide that pulled us in had us both wrapped up in its tendrils.

I was running with another girl whose name I can't even remember. She was a scavenger, like me, and so we had latched onto each other the way desperate people do. I let her lead us into abandoned Quickie Marts and grocery stores, barely avoiding starvation by riding her coattails, knowing that eventually her nervous cockiness would get her killed but learning everything I could from her. So when we happened upon another small group of people making a pit stop in the restroom of a gas station, I stood watch as she stalked a girl about my age into the restroom, thinking that if only one of them came out, I wouldn't care either way which one.

But it was Clementine. It would always be Clementine. Rising up from the ashes like the fucking phoenix.

I followed her light into the woods, where she and her surviving partner hunkered down around the dying fire that would carry us through the bleakest Georgia winter I had ever seen.