It was April in 2012. It was a nice, sunny, Georgia afternoon. There happened to be a police car passing by. In the back seat, there was a black man, with a blue long sleeves buttoned up shirt with hand cuffs around both his wrists. He was just looking down, speechless. The officer who was driving adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he could look at the man in the back.
"Well I reckon you didn't do it then." Said the officer.
"Why do you say that?" Asked the man in response.
"Because I've been doing do this a long time. Usually by now I'd get the "I didn't do it" crap." The officer said.
"Every time?" Asked the man.
"Yep. Every time." The officer responded.
The man in the back was looking out the window and so happens to see a lot of polish cars and SWAT trucks passing by on the other lane. He was curious to know what was going on but didn't feel like it was any of his business. Probably since he's going to prison.
"I followed your case a little bit. You being a Macon boy and all." The officer said.
"So you're from Macon then?" Asked the man in the back.
"Sure am. Came up to become a cop in the 70s."
"Really? I was born in 74."
The officer chuckled. "I became a cop in 73."
"Oh wow." The man said, shaking his head looking down with a grin on his face."
The man looked out the window again and saw a few helicopters fly by in the sky. Now he was really curious and was about to ask the officer what was going on. But before he could get a word out, the officer unintentionally cut him off.
"So I was driving this man once, and wouldn't stop going on about how "he didn't do it." He was an older fella than you were I believe. He was crying and snotting all over, right where you're sitting. Then I hear him start whining. "Mama! It was a big mistake! It wasn't me!"
"So did he do it?" The man asked curiously.
"They caught the fucker red handed! Stabbing his wife right as the boys came into the house. He screams bloody damn murder that it wasn't him! He actually believed it himself.. That shows you right there, people will up and go mad when they believe their life is over."
The officer slightly turned his head away to look at the man taking his eyes off the road for a while. He was about to tell him another story.
The man in the back looked up front and noticed a figure walking in the road.
"WATCH OUT!' The man screamed.
The officer hit the figure and started swerving and ran off the cliff. The car was rolling down the hill.
The man was half conscious and noticed walking figures passing by the car, he also heard terrifying screams. He thinks that it was the police officer. He also heard gunshots fired. Then the man went fully unconscious. He woke up a few hours later. He was slowly getting up and noticed a bad gash on his leg.
"Ahhhhh.. fuck.. my leg." He said in agonizing pain as he looked at his cut. He looked out the back window and noticed the officer laying on the ground, not moving.
"Officer..?" The man asked. He continued looking around the police car for a way to get out somehow. He noticed the broken window next to him. The window was all cracked up. He used his good leg to kick the window open. It took him 4 kicks to knock the window all the way out. He then slid across the seat and got out through the window and fell to the ground.
He slowly got up but lost his balance for a second and hit his cut leg onto the door. "Ow dammit!" The man said in pain. He walked around the car and walked towards the officer who was still lying motionless on the ground. He noticed a shotgun and a shotgun bullet on the ground separated from each other. He slowly reached down to grab the bullet and put it in his pocket.
The man walked up to the officer and saw the key to get the handcuffs off of him. He carefully reached down for the keys and quickly grabbed them. He attempted to unlock the cuffs but accidentally dropped the key and the key fell right in front of the officers face. The man looked in fear and hesitantly grab the keys. He managed to get the cuffs off this time.
Then the officer started to show some signs of life. Or at least the man thought he did.
"Officer? You ok?.." The man asked.
The officer then bounced and tried to grab the man. The officer had became a walker but the man still didn't know what was wrong. The man fell in shock and back crawled away from the officer who was crawling towards the man.
"What the fuck?! What the hell are you?! What happened?!" The man panicked.
He then reached into his pocked and pulled out the shotgun bullet he picked up earlier. He reached for the shotgun to load it but the bullet slips outta his hand. He quickly picked it up again and successfully loaded the gun.
"Stop! Don't make me do this!" The man warned him. The officer was still crawling towards the man. So that made the man pull the trigger and blow the officer's head off. He/ or it was dead instantly. The man tossed the shotgun and had his mouth opened in utter disbelief. He just couldn't stop looking at the dead corpse.
He finally did look up and noticed someone standing from a far distance. The person was just watching. The man waved his hand up and called for help. He told the person to go get someone. The person in the far distance ran off.
The man was still sitting on the ground in front of the dead officer then heard something come around a tree. It was another walker and it was slowly walking. The man got up and noticed that there were more walkers in the woods. He even saw one sitting up against a tree, reaching for him. The man fell a few times but got up each time before he was caught. There was a fence up ahead and the man tried his best to climb up over it, which he did. He fell into someone's backyard. The walkers were trying to push the fence over. But then they heard gunshots from what sounded far away. The walkers then left to follow the noise.
The man got up and surveyed the area he was in. "Hello?" The man called to see if anybody was around. He saw a treehouse in the backyard and walked towards it. "Is anybody up there?" He got no answer. Assuming no one was up there he walked up to the house's backyard door, which was a screendoor and knocked on it a few times. He was in need of help. He walked in. "Coming in.. Don't shoot okay?" The man nicely warned them.
"Hello? I'm not an intruder. Or one of them.." The man looked around and saw how devastating the house looked. "These people may need more help than I do." He said to himself. He looked around the house for a while and realized that no one was home. He heard a beeping now. It was an answering machine. "You have 3 new messages." The machine said. The man played the machine and continued looking around the house. The machine was playing.
"You have three new messages. 1st message left at 5:48 PM."
"Hey Sandra this is Diana speaking! Ed had a little incident with some crazy guy near the hotel so we had to go to the ER and get him checked out. So he doesn't feel 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 for your spring break." The first message ended.
"2nd message left at 11:19 PM."
"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 just take Clementine with you back to Marietta. I've-I've gotta get back to the hospital. Please let me know that you're safe.." The second message ended.
"3rd message left left at 6:51 AM."
"Clementine.. baby.. If you hear this, call the police.. That's 9-1-1. We love you.. we love you.. we love y-" The last message ended.
The man looked saddened after after the last message. He then found a picture of a family. The parents and their daughter. He picked it up and looked at it for a while.
"Daddy?" Said a voice around the house. The man looked around to see where the noise was coming from. He walked into the kitchen where there was a puddle of blood. He stepped over it with a disgusted look on his face as he looked down at it. He was opening drawers and found a walkie talkie. He grabbed it and walked outta the kitchen. He walked up towards the screendoor and held the walkie talkie to his face. "Hello?" He asked into it.
"You need to be quiet." The voice said back to him. It sounded like the voice of a little girl. The man was quiet for a couple seconds then spoke again.
"I'm not a monster." The man replied.
"Good." The girl replied back to him. There was then a pause for just a couple second.
"What's your name?" The man asked her.
"Clementine." The girl answered.
"Hi Clementine. I'm Lee." So now we know that "the man's" name is Lee.
"You're not my dad.." Clementine said a little saddened.
"No.. I'm not." Another pause.
"How old are you?" Lee asked.
"8.." Clementine answered.
"And you're alone?" Lee asked in disbelief.
"Yea. I don't where anyone is. How old are you?"
"I'm uhh.. 37.." Lee said.
"Oh.." Clem shortly answered.
"Where are your parents?" Asked Lee.
"They went on vacation and left me with a babysitter. They're in Savannah, I think. Where the boats are?" Clem said.
"Are you safe?" Lee asked with concern.
"I'm outside in my treehouse. They can't get in."
"That's smart."
"See? Can you see me? I can see you through the window." Clementine said as she opened her treehouse door and waved at Lee. Lee waved back at her. Clementine noticed something behind Lee.
"BEHIND YOU!" Clem screamed.
Lee quickly looked behind him and noticed a walker had approached him from behind. Lee screamed and grabbed the walker's arms as the walker was trying to fight out. Lee pushed the walker away and down on the ground. He was crawling away and slipped on the puddle of blood and hit his head on a table. The knocked him out a little for a few seconds then noticed the walker almost had him and he kicked it away. He got up and got tripped up by the walker and punched it away this time. Clementine came up and opened the door with a hammer in her hand.
"Here!" She shouted to knee to grab it. He grabbed the hammer and started hitting the walker with it. It took 5 shots to finally kill the walker.
"Man..." Lee said in exhaustion as he put his hands on his knees. He looked over at Clementine and stood up straight. There was blood spreading on the ground from the now-dead walker.
"Did you kill it?" She asked Lee. She took a few small steps back so the blood wouldn't get on her shoes. Clementine was dressed in a white sleeveless blouse with jeans. She also had a hat on that had the letter D on the front of it.
"I don't know.. Um, I think so." Lee answered her.
"Sometimes they come back." Clementine said with a little fear.
"Have you killed one?" Lee asked Clem.
"No but they get shot a lot.." Clem said.
Lee went to a knee. "You've been all by yourself through this?" Lee asked a little sorrowful.
"Yea. I want my parents to come home now." Clem said with sadness.
"I think that might be a little while.. ya know?" Lee told her.
"Oh.." Clementine said as she looked down.
Lee walked up a little closer to her. "Look, I don't know what happened. But I'll look after you until then." Lee assured her.
Clem looked back up and looked at him. "What should we do now?" Clem asked Lee.
"We need to find help before it gets dark." He told her.
"Yea it's not safe at night." Clem agreed.
"Alright then." Lee stood up and faced the door with Clementine. They grabbed each other's hands.
"Let's go. Stay close to me." She looked up at him, nodding her head. They both walked out of the house.