Author's Note - Heya people's! First things first to avoid confusion, this takes places in Telltale's world. I've not watched enough of the show nor read any of the comics, so the world I know the best of is Telltale's version. Obviously I don't own it, or certain people wouldn't have died. At the moment the only characters there are in the story belong to me, and me alone. As time goes on, characters from the game will be introduced. As they do, they do not belong to me. They belong to Telltale and/or Robert Kirkman. Hope you enjoy.

Chris looked down as he held his head in his hands, thunder and lightning striking through the sky as the rain poured down around him, soaking through his clothes. His sleeves were coated with dried blood, and laying on the ground beside him was a bloody knife. He was reaching the end of it. The end of his time. "Why am I still alive? What's…what's the point anymore?" He himself was shattered and hopeless, yet he still lived. All for her, the same person that had destroyed him.

"Why am I even still living…at this point…what have I got left?" He had nothing, and the time limit he'd set was starting to come to an end. "The end of this year...that's what I said. Just a couple of weeks now, and then I'm done." He sighed and shook his head, standing up as he turned back towards his house. "I tried Alice. I really did. But I'm running out of reasons to keep going." He knew she couldn't hear him, wherever she was….but it didn't matter. He still had to say it.

Chris nearly stumbled as he walked back to his house, dizzy from blood loss. The cuts along his arm had started to seal, but when he stood up he reopened them, and he was losing blood again. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He just stepped inside and went up to his room. He almost made it to the bed before he passed out, collapsing on his bedroom floor.

-Elsewhere-

Alice smiled as she stood on the balcony, a wine glass held lightly in her hand as she looked over the city. She could see the entire city from this balcony here, and it was calm and quiet here. She liked looking over it, feeling at ease whenever she did. She closed her eyes and for a single second, the smile slipped from her face, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "I lost him…"

Once upon a time, she had everything. A best friend who was willing to sacrifice everything to make her happy. A boyfriend who claimed to love her. Another man who did love her, who would have been willing to die to make her happy. And then she'd lost it all. Her best friend had left her, falling into the darkest depression he'd ever faced, and it was all her fault. When she'd lost him, she'd also lost the guy who loved her, being left with a guy who claimed to love her.

And yet in truth…..she didn't know if she believed him. A part of her believed what her best friend had always said…that the other guy was using her. A part of her believed that…and yet a part of her was content believing that he loved her. "Chris…I'm so sorry…." She heard the doors to the balcony open, and she turned around to see James, smiling wider as she did.

"Hey."

"Hey." James smiled as he slipped his arms around her, looking into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm always fine." She lied as she looked up at him, thinking back to the time when he didn't believe when she said that. Now he accepted it as an answer. It hurt her each and every time. "How's your day been."

"It was…difficult. Some psycho went crazy and started eating people at the store. When it came down to it, we had to put him down. He managed to bite seven people before we got rid of him. They were all wheeled to the emergency room, where they are now." He just shook his head, pulling away to look out over the city. "I might get called back out tonight. If you wake up and I'm not here, it's because I'm out handling damage control."

"Alright." She looked at him, curious. This was one of the first times he'd had a look like that on his face. "I'm gonna turn in early for tonight. I'm tired, and I've had a really long day. I love you." She turned away, starting to head back inside before turning back to James and feeling her heart tighten in her chest as she gasped.

"I love you too, Alice." He said with a smile, his eyes meeting hers…..but it wasn't James. It was Chris. The smile faded and he frowned. "Alice? You okay?" She blinked and shook her head, glancing at him again to see he was himself. To see James again.

"I…yea. I'm…I'm fine. Just…really tired. Goodnight." She headed back inside before he could say anything else, slipping into her bed as she cried, silent tears streaming down her face. "What have I done?" She told Chris a lot…but she never told him the truth. Never told him that she still loved him…and now…now he was gone. "What have I done?"

-Three Months Later-

The world had come to an end in a few short moments. Where it first began or how it began will never be known. All that is known is once it began it didn't take long for it to spread. After a couple days, the military started to storm against the walkers. After two weeks, it was over. The military was crushed and the majority of the population was replaced by walkers. Life as we knew it was over and done with.

People began to lose their humanity, taking advantage of the crisis to rise to power. While some of those people were still kind-hearted and only wanted the best, many others were anything but. Raiders became a common sight, and survivors got together in groups to last together. The most dangerous part of the zombie apocalypse quickly became the humans, not the walkers.

Chris jumped down off of the pharmacy's roof and landed on his feet, with a rifle and a duffel bag slung over his back. He was out scavenging alone as he often did. He was the one with the least to lose. It just made the most sense that he be the one who took the risks. He was in a group of six people. It was made up of Chris himself, a woman named Susan, her husband Eric, their daughter Zoe, a man named Alexander, and his daughter Sophie.

Chris was only in the group to provide for them. To protect them. They all had someone to protect, someone they needed to watch, so he went out and gathered food and other supplies they needed. He did whatever he could to make sure Sophie and Zoe had the best life they could. As far as the two little girls knew, the world was still a sane place. Chris intended to teach them eventually, to make sure they knew how to survive eventually.

But for now…it was best to just let them believe everything was okay. Chris himself had nothing left to live for. He hadn't spoken to Alice since before any of this had happened, and as far as he knew...she was dead. When the time came, he intended to shoot himself in the head. After he had taught Sophie and Zoe how to survive, he had every intention of being done. Without Alice...he truly had nothing left to live for.

"JAMES YOU ASSHOLE! DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME!" He looked up as he heard the scream from up ahead, he knew that voice. He would recognize it anywhere.

"Alice...? ALICE!" Chris didn't wait for an answer, running down the remainder of the street to turn into what was once probably a very busy crossroads, now being a collection of run down cars. And in the very center of the street, there she was. She was stuck, caught in between two cars as she struggled and tried to get free. There was a fading figure a bit further up the street, Chris couldn't be sure from this far away, but he thought it was James.

"HELP ME JAMES!" There were three walkers stumbling towards her, and her screams had definitely attracted more by now. Chris pulled the rifle off of his back and took aim, taking three shots. He hadn't taken more than a few seconds to aim, and as a result only one walker took a bullet to the head. The other two, while unharmed, had turned towards him and were heading towards the sound of the gun shots now. Alice glanced at him and started to struggle more, panicking as she saw him.

Chris tried to shoot as little as possible, so once the walkers turned to face him he put the rifle away. He had a sheathed machete attached to his waist, and as the walkers got close he pulled it free, slicing off their heads in two quick blows. As the second headless corpse collapsed, Chris stepped towards Alice and sheathed the blade once more. She flinched as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Please...please don't hurt me...please. Just let me go..."

"So you don't recognize me...regardless I could never hurt you. I couldn't before, and I still can't." She froze before she looked up at him again once more, her eyes meeting his as she looked past the blood and scars and everything the end had done to change his appearance.

"Chris...I...I thought...and..." He shook his head.

"I know. But we need to do this later. Your screams most likely attracted more of those things, and I wanna be long gone by the time they get here. Now hold still." She did, and Chris crouched to examine the place where the cars conjoined. A piece of metal that had probably been part of the bumper had broken free and she'd somehow impaled herself on it. "I...this is gonna hurt. A lot. But you gotta hold still, or you'll make it worse."

"Wait...I...what are you doing. Chris...wait a minute...!" He pulled the machete at his waist free, pausing before he spoke very softly.

"I'm sorry." And then he brought the blade down on the metal shard and started to cut through it. She screamed as she felt the pain, white hot and intense in a way that she had never felt before. She heard the sound of metal breaking, and then the world faded to black as she fell into Chris's arms.