Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at a Walking Dead fanfic, so I apologize for any mistakes!
Keep in mind that this story takes place first in the game The Walking Dead: A Telltale Game Series and then later transitions into the Comic book and TV series. So there will be some changes to the storyline of both.
I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from both the game and tv/comic book series of The Walking Dead.
PIP ODA - Age 19, Japanese-American Female
Pip Oda, a kind hearted, loyal, kid at heart who's a student attending university in Atlanta, Georgia. She was arrested after supposedly killing her group of friends. She is known as a runner and is skilled in urbanized parkour making her a decent survivor in this new apocalyptic world.
EPISODE I: A NEW DAY | CHAPTER 1: OUT OF THE FRYING PAN
Driving down the freeway a cop car could be seen with a darker skinned male in his thirties staring down at his now cuffed hands with a troubled and haunted look in his dark eyes. The vehicle was relatively silent aside from the static and reports spouting from the small radio located in the front of the car.
"Well, I reckon you didn't do it, then." States the officer driving the car abruptly breaking the silence. The prisoner glances up in moderate surprise before glancing off to the side, choosing to remain silent. He wasn't entirely sure whether he should answer the officer's question or not on the chance that the question was meant to be hypothetical.
"Usually is 'bout now I get the 'I didn't do it'." This seemed to catch the cuffed male's attention as he caught the officer's gaze in the rear view mirror. He decided that the ride would drag on a lot longer if he refused to talk, so he decided to humor the chatterbox officer and respond.
"Every time?" He asks feigning interest, his voice low and calm. The officer voices a confirmation and directs his attention to the now insistent sound coming through the static of his small radio.
"Can you repeat that?" He barks out through the radio, receiving more static and a soft unclear response. Straining to hear what was being said through the radio the prisoner was able to catch -passenger pick up-, -murder case-, -insane!-, and -gruesome-. The much older officer seemed to be intrigued by what was said and accepted the new passenger as an address was shouted out.
"You may wanna make some room back there. Seem like we're gonna' have company." The sheriff tosses over his shoulder taking a sharp turn off the freeway. The silent prisoner was thrown to the side having no seat belt to keep him in his seat. The small chuckle that sounded from the front of the car gave the now disheveled prisoner the impression that that may have been done on purpose.
Once the car stopped at their location the prisoner peered around to get a glimpse of where they were. He drifted off somewhere on the way over deciding that sleep was better than listening to the talkative officer's constant chattering and prying into his case. He could see they were in a place on the outside of the city and was parked in front of an apartment building of sorts. He could also see there were many other cop vehicles surrounding the building.
Knocking caught his attention as the officer in front proceeded to roll down his window. Waiting outside was a much younger officer who appeared to be the same age as him with dark, curly hair who sported the most peculiar expression.
"Evening Officer Barbolak." Greeted the younger officer with a tip of his hat. The officer in acknowledgment seemed to be surprised to see the younger man, which confused the prisoner in back.
"Didn't think they'd call in the boys from King's County over!" Officer Barbolak exclaimed with a slight grin causing the younger officer to grin as well.
"It seems that all your guys are out in Atlanta at the moment." Exclaims the King County deputy before he turns to glance at the cuffed male in the backseat, "It's a lot more interesting here in the city then back at home."
"Heard 'bout what happened with you and that partner of yours." Barbolak commented causing the other officer to furrow his brows slightly, "How's he doing?" Barbolak pushes causing the other officer to sigh heavily.
"It doesn't seem too good at the moment." The unnamed officer replies while shaking his head sadly, "I'm going to see him after all of this is settled." Silence consumes them all as Barbolak reaches out and cups the slightly bent over male's shoulder in what seemed to be comfort.
"So, what kind of trouble has the newbie caused?" Asks Barbolak trying to switch to a lighter conversation. The prisoner's attention was once again caught as he tried to listen in to the two officers' gossip.
"Good God." Is all the younger man utters. This piqued not only the prisoner's attention, but Officer Barbolak's as well.
"Is it really that bad?" Barbolak asks as the other officer seemed to shiver slightly. The convict seemed to lean forward a little in interest.
"I've never seen anything like this on the job." The officer started with a look crossed between disbelief and distress, "It was as if the guy ripped those people apart! When we got in there it was a bloody mess. Two of the bodies seemed to literally be torn apart, the other had his head beat in, while the last one had a bullet clean through his skull." The two officers stared at each other before Barbolak seemed to glance back at the prisoner who was in the same state of shock.
"What of the guy? What's his condition?" Barbolak asks deeply disturbed, but curious.
"He claims that he didn't do it, but we found him with the gun still in his hands. He was just sitting there quietly." The young officer adds almost as if he was out of breath, "He's just a young little thing, but we think that he's mentally unstable. Only someone sick in the head could do such a thing to people that are claimed to be his roommates." Just then the doors to the building were thrown open and all of their eyes were brought over to see a small covered figure being lead out by a few officers.
"That little thing did all that?" Barbolak asks chuckling a bit in astonishment. The other officer could only nod, not sure how to explain it either. The darker skinned convict could only stare at the small figure struggling with the two officers leading him out. He was caught off guard as the small figure viciously collided his head back into an officer's causing him to let go. This action seemed to call the attention of the two officers chatting as well. The new prisoner then desperately yanked his arms out of the other two officers grips and bolted over a cop car to avoid their reaching hands. Shouts could be heard as a couple of officers failed to catch the prisoner on the run.
"Look at the little guy go." Spoke the older convict to himself smiling slightly at the sight of officers falling over each other to catch the small figure.
"What in the world!" The younger officer growls out before bolting over to cut the runaway off as they ran past the car they were located at. The older prisoner seemed amused at the runaway's attempt.
"That little guy's fast!" Officer Barbolak mumbled before glancing back at the older prisoner, "S'pose if you were as fast as that you wouldn't be here now would ya?" He joked as the prisoner seemed to glare at him half-heartedly. He knew there was no denying what he did, so there was no point in him running after that. He knew what he did.
"Stop!" Screamed the younger officer as he tackled the small figure to the ground. His built figure instantly brought the smaller one crashing to the ground hard. Once the young officer seemed to have the prisoner in his hold he stood up and yanked the small figure up to get a good look at him. The new prisoner seemed to have a mask pulled up over their mouth and nose as well as a hoodie tied to remain up and over their head. When the younger officer went to remove the mask the small figure once again head butt the officer causing him to stumble back in surprise.
"Mother- Stop resisting!" He shouted regaining his hold on the small figure and slamming them down on the hood of the car containing Barbolak and a now concerned older prisoner. The small figure seemed to be out of breath and stopped struggling as the young officer ripped off the mask covering their face. The face was young and seemed to be scared witless.
"You are going to be in jail for a long time." The younger officer mumbles while leading the now unmasked prisoner to the car and beside the quiet older convict. As they were shoved in the young officer seemed to stare at the kid with a look of curiosity as he gripped his nose in slight pain he hadn't felt till now.
"You don't understand! I didn't kill them! They were already dead!" The new passenger shouted catching everyone's interest. The older prisoner noticed the pitch of the newbie's voice and concluded that he was a young boy in his teens.
"We caught you with the gun in your hands!" The young officer concluded glaring slightly while adding more pressure to his potentially broken nose. The young convict shook their head, but remained in their seat. Showing no other motives of escaping.
"No! They were sick! They were eating each other! They bit him and he died, but he came back!" Came the rushed response of the young one as he fidgeted with his tight cuffs. Everyone around him seemed to give him skeptical looks while the prisoner next to him gave him one of unease.
"You mean to tell me that they turned to zombies?" Came the muffled chuckle from the young officer in front of him as he let go of his nose, "You kids play way too many damned video games."
"You sure we shouldn't have him in a straight jacket instead of just cuffs Officer Walsh?" Came the response of Barbolak who remained in the driver's seat. As the now identified King County officer slammed the door shut and made his way to the driver seat window once again he seemed to shake his head a little.
"You may just be right Barbolak. Be careful on your way to the prison and keep a close eye on the two of them." He says before gesturing to the now silent prisoners in the back seat with a nod and wave goodbye the car was started and they were now on their way once again.
The older prisoner took the time to observe the kid next to him. He couldn't help but feel a little worried being so close to someone who didn't seem stable, however at this very moment the small figure seemed almost normal.
The kid was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants that were sprayed lightly with blood. His sleeves were taped down by what looked like duct tape as well as his legs (Think of the Hunter from Left 4 Dead). His eyes were covered by his hood, but his face was now visible with his mask now hanging around his neck. He was fair skinned and young with black hair poking it's way out of the hood. That was about all the older passenger could make out about the newcomer. He could feel slight pity overcome him when he heard the younger boy sniffling slightly signaling that at some point the young boy had been crying.
"So, you say you didn't do it eh'?" Asked Barbolak glancing back at the new prisoner. The older prisoner glanced at the small figure next to him before shaking his head at the officer's antics.
"I didn't kill him. He was already dead." Came the soft raspy reply from the small figure. The older cuffed male could hear the officer chuckle darkly before frowning at this. Even if this new comer was a little off their rocker it didn't give this official any right to laugh.
"He was already dead you say?" The officer feigned interest before laughing at the absurdity of the statement, "Kid you're sick in the head!"
"I know it sounds crazy!" Came the short snap from the young prisoner, "There's something seriously wrong going on! I know what I saw!" He looked down at his hands which were covered in some blood as well, "This guy was eating my friends! He was sick or something and came at us so we... stopped him, but he bit my friend and things went bad." Was all that he said before going silent. If it wasn't for the insanity of his statement the older prisoner could almost believe the new guy with the look of depression he sported. The officer however found this hilarious.
The older prisoner turned to say something to the rude officer before catching a glimpse of a silhouette limping across the road. Before he could shout a warning the officer swerved off the road causing him to hit his head against the window causing his vision fade to black. They really should have been wearing seat belts.
When the older prisoner came to he slowly glanced around blearily trying to gather his wits after being tossed around during the accident. The first thing he notices is that the officer is no longer in the driver's seat. He goes to turn, but quickly grabs his leg in agonizing pain.
"Ah fuck my leg!" He groans gripping it. He directs his attention down to see his leg is cut through and coated in blood. After a few moments pass to let the pain dull he glances around and spots the officer laid outside of the vehicle. He squints to try and get a better look but his slightly blurry vision keep him from seeing too much. He can see that he is lying in a pool of his own blood and is a little too still to be considered alive.
"Why'd he have his gun out?" He asks himself spotting his gun just outside of the car, "Perhaps that was thrown from the car as well?" He shifts to get into a comfortable position but groans in protest once again at the reminder of his injured leg. He glances behind him to see the hunched over figure of the younger prisoner. Upon closer inspection he could see that his head was bleeding a bit and from the slight head shaped dent in the gate separation in the car he understood why.
"I need to get out of here." He mumbled to himself after coming to the conclusion that the kid was alive, just knocked unconscious. He glanced around for a few more seconds before focusing on the window in front of him. He kicked out with his good leg successfully cracking it. After a few more kicks the glass is knocked out and he began to painfully drag himself up and out of the overturned vehicle. Pushing away from the car he groans and slams right back into it realizing his injured leg couldn't support his weight.
"Shit." He mumbles realizing how dry and sore his throat was as well. He glanced around and spotted the officer a bit aways. Pushing off of the vehicle he begins to slowly limp towards the motionless figure while getting his leg use to his weight without too much pain.
"Officer?" He calls out softly as he gets a little closer to the faced down figure. He notes that theres a blood trail by his body, "Was he dragged out of the vehicle?" He asks as he reaches the officer's body. He seems to stare at it before taking note of the strange angles his limbs were twisted in. A twinkling catches his attention and he focuses on the officer's back pocket.
"Am I really about to loot a dead man's body?" He ponders before giving a silent apology and reaching out to grab the small keys from the officer's pocket. Trying to unlock the cuffs on his wrists he drops the keys in his rush and glances down at it before quickly snatching it back up. Breathing a sigh of relief he lets the cuffs fall to the ground as he rubs his sore wrists in bliss.
"I suppose I should keep these." He mutters pocketing the keys remembering the young prisoner still in the wrecked vehicle. Strangled breathing suddenly breaks his train of thought causing him to glance down at the previously assumed dead officer in shock.
"O- Officer?!" He stumbles out as he bends slightly to aid the fallen officer. The next thing he knows the officer snarls and reaches out for him. He flies back on his haunch in surprise and stares horrified at the reanimated figure of the fallen officer.
"Holy shit!" He lets out in horror as he quickly begins to scoot himself away from the clawing figure of Barbolak. The frightened prisoner lets out another sound of horror as he manages to get a better look at the officer. His eyes were glazed over and milky while his lips seemed to be chewed away. There were many signs showing that this man in front of him should be dead, yet here he was clawing himself closer to the frightened figure of the injured prisoner.
"What in the hell?!" He cried once again as he continued to try and back away from the moving corpse. His mind wandered back to what the younger prisoner with frightened eyes had said before about the dead walking. Now the thought of zombies weren't as far fetched as they seemed.
"What the fuck are you?!" He yells as he felt his back hit the vehicle. In panic the convict began to glance around frantically searching for anything to help him out. He could hear the snarls and growls coming from the officer as he continued to claw his way closer.
"Get away from me!" He yells feeling terror begin to corrode his heart. He glances to his left and quickly grabs the shotgun at his side. He quickly takes aim and pulls the trigger. His heart damn well near stops when he realizes that the gun was empty.
"No no no!" He shouts frantically looking around once again for anything and spots a single shotgun shell to his right. Quickly reaching for it he goes to load it in the gun, but in his panic he loses grip of the bullet and drops it again. Feeling the cold hands of the officer grip his ankle he shouts in panic and clamps his eyes shut as the crippling fear finally took hold of his heart.
A sudden crack caused the older male to jump slightly before feeling the rotting hands of the sheriff being ripped from his ankle. He opens his eyes in awe to see the once unconscious stranger now standing above him with a thick and sturdy branch held within his still cuffed hands. His head was bleeding and he was shaking from fear and most likely fatigue. The older male quickly caught sight of the officer who was now knocked back a couple of feet away from him.
"Don't just sit there!" The younger convict panics causing his voice to spike up in pitch, "Load the gun and shoot!" He finishes gripping the tree branch once again prepared to hit the officer again if needed. Taking the kid's advice the older convict quickly loads the gun shakily before taking aim at the officer who is once again crawling towards him snapping his teeth.
"Don't make me do this!" He shouts the gun held tightly in his grip. He was shaking as the officer continued to claw his way closer. He could feel fear once again taking a hold of him.
"He's dead!" The kid yells feeling the same fear creep up on him, "He doesn't know what you're saying." The older male shoots him a look of desperation before once again taking aim.
"You have to shoot him in the head." States the kid once again causing the older male to shoot him another look, "If you don't shoot it in the head it'll keep coming." The boy warns giving the older male a frightened look. Heeding his warning the older male releases the only shot in his gun successfully hitting the officer between the eyes causing him to slump over unmoving. And hopefully for good this time.
Throwing the gun away from him in disgust the older male lets a breath out he didn't realize he was holding before glancing up at the younger boy who saved his life. He seemed to release a breath as well before dropping the branch he held tightly within his hands.
"Damn" The older male mumbles out. It was silent for a few seconds before the young male turned towards his senior on the floor with a strange smile, which he had to admit concerned him.
"You're a pretty good shot." The kid says in a airy tone causing the older male to let out a slight scoff in disbelief. Out of everything the kid could have said, it was to compliment his aim?
"Really kid?" He manages to mumble at the poor nerve of his younger companion.
"I don't seem so crazy now do I?" He asks catching the older males attention once again. Before he could respond he notices something in the distance.
"Help! Go get someone! Th- There's been a shooting!" He shouts out to the figure in the distance causing the younger convict to glance over as well. The mysterious shadow seemed to jump slightly before booking it off into the distance.
"I think there was a better way to voice that." The younger convict says lightly while glancing at the darker skinned male at his side, "I think you scared them away." Said male glanced up at the kid whose eyes were still shaded by his hoodie before snapping his head in the direction of rustling heard within some bushes. To both of their horror more of those things came stumbling out of the bushes towards them.
"Shit!" The older male groans as he desperately begins to try and pull himself up to stand on his injured leg. With a sharp pain he falls heavily back onto the ground and grips his shredded thigh in pain once again, "The hell are these things?" He groans feeling the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise hearing them gaining in on him.
"Come on!" The kid grunts as he begins to tug on the older male's arms. The older male seemed surprised at the help before accepting it and struggling to stand again. Managing to stand the older male takes a step forward, but began to stumble again in panic. The boy sees this and quickly pulls the older male's arm over his shoulder and aids him in out running the things that were quickly growing in numbers and gaining on them.
"What in the hell is going on?!" Shouts the older male in utter disbelief as they make their way towards the direction in which the mysterious figure went.
"Remember what I said about my friend being dead, but coming back?" The kid asks struggling with the extra weight of the older male. Said male glanced down at the boy curiously, "This is what I meant by that." He flicks his head in the direction of a couple of those disgusting things.
Coming to a dead end they're faced with quite a tall fence. The kid lets the older male gain his balance before nervously eyeing the fence and the man's injured leg. The walking dead behind them would be upon them within minutes and they didn't have much time to think of a plan.
"Can you pull yourself over?" The boy asks as he begins to back up against the fence in a vain attempt to distance himself from their oncoming doom. The older male notices him fidget with his handcuffs before feeling a sudden guilt at not freeing him of them when they had a chance earlier. Leaping up to grip the top of the fence the he looks down at the surprised boy before straining to pull himself up.
"Don't have much of a choice do I?" He grunt out while hauling himself up and over the fence. Falling over to the other side of the fence the older male panics slightly and quickly scans his surroundings for more of those things. Seeing none he begins to calm down until he realizes the kids has yet to make his way over the fence.
"Kid!" He shouts trying to see if his younger companion was alright. Hearing the groans of the dead answer him a sick sinking feeling begins to set in, "What are you waiting for? You're gonna be killed!" He shouts once again realizing that perhaps he was too short to reach the top of the fence, or even worst, the cuffs had kept him from being able to pull himself up and over.
To the older male's relief the figure of the young boy is quickly launched over the fence and hits the ground next to him with a slightly painful roll. They both stare at the fence in alarm as it begins to shake and rattle from the pressure of those things on the other side of it. When gunshots are heard in the distance the two jump slightly, before noticing the banging stops leaving them in silence once again. The kid falls back on the grass moaning in pain from his crash landing.
"Kid, you damn well near scared the crap out of me." The older male managed to say nearly laughing at how relieved he was that they both got out of that sticky situation. The hooded head of the kid turns his way before an airy laugh met the ears of the older male.
"Yeah? Well then I damn well near shit myself!" He exclaimed his voice higher than normal finally sitting up causing the older male to chuckle slightly. When they settled down they began to peer around them to realize they had landed themselves in a backyard of a house.
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