Hi! I'm Mea and I'm dipping my feet into Tell-Tale games' Walking Dead universe. So this is my little story. Keep in mind, in my playthorugh Clem didn't kill Lee and he just sort of went unconscious against the wall. For me that left things open and a chance to play with possibilities. Any way, enjoy and leave a review.
"Stay back, bud." Shei waved her hand at her eleven year old brother. The blonde haired, hazel eyed boy watched, his eyes wary, as his twenty two year old sister crept quietly up to the man next to the heater. A Walker lay dead on the floor just before them. Shallow breaths came from inside the man's chest and Beaux suddenly had a sinking feeling.
"Shei," He whispered cautiously, even as the brunette woman drew her knife. "What if he was left there on purpose? What if he's like..." The boy trailed off and looked to the side, unwilling to finish his thought.
Shei ignored him and deftly stepped over the dead Walker. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue she crept forward and nudged his with her worn sneakers. The mans head lolled to the other side of his neck and he gave a feeble sort of moan, but otherwise kept still. She noted one of his amrs had been halphazardly lopped off. Pressing her luck she pressed two fingers to the skin of his neck. He was on fire, but she felt a pulse. It was weak.
"Beaux!" She hissed at her brother. "Beaux, quick! Water! He's alive!"
Lee felt like he'd been hit by a truck. Scratch that. Like he'd been hit by a truck, doused in gasoline, and set on fire. He forced his eyes open and groaned at the light. Quickly scrunching his eyelids shut again, he tried to remember what was happening and where he was. He remembered being bitten, a race to find Clementine, having Christa chop his arm off, that crazy man who wanted to kidnap Clem- Clem! His eyes flew open again and he sat blot upright. A move he instantly regretted. The moment he forced his body awake, that dull hit-by-a-truck feeling swept over him and nearly caused him to fall backward again.
"Gracie says you should rest." Lee looked over, startled, at the blonde haired white-boy looking at him. He was leaning against a counter and, with a quick sweep of his surroundings, Lee figured he was in some kind of high class RV. Looking back at the kid, Lee surveyed him. The kid couldn't be much older than Clementine, blonde, and hazel eyed. The kid was watching him with a mix of mild interest and caution.
"Who are you? And where am I? Where's Clementine?" The questions had to be ripped from his mouth and for the first time that day Lee noted how thirsty he was. He tried clearing his throat. The boy moved to the counter and opened the cabinet below. Producing a water bottle from inside, the boy offered it to him. "Thanks," Lee rasped as he popped the top and drank.
"I'm not supposed to be talking to you." The boy responded, as he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the counter. "But I have my pistol so I'm not afraid."
Lee gave the kid an annoyed glance. "If you aren't supposed to be talking to me, why are you?"
The kid shrugged and began swinging his legs. "I'm bored and I don't want to listen to my sister and her friends argue."
"Well, where are your parents?"
"Dead." The boy's bored manor suddenly switched to uncomfortable and he quickly changed the subject. "I'm Beaux by the way. You're in mine and my sister's RV. We're camped up in the woods, with some friends, a ways outside of Savanah. It's overrun with the dead." The boy made a face and Lee couldn't help but agree with him.
"I'm Lee." Lee offered and Beaux nodded. "Listen, Beaux, how did-"
The RV door was kicked in and Beaux's face paled. A young woman with dark brown hair pulled up into a ponytail glared at Beaux. Lee noticed tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
"Dammit Beaux! Ju-just, just dammit!" The woman half sobbed half growled. "What did I tell you?!"
Beaux slipped off the counter. Lee stifled a laugh. The woman was short, he realized. Either that or the kid was tall. Maybe both. But even as he towered over this woman, Beaux looked as small as a bug.
"I'm sorry, Shei. I was just bored is all."
The woman pulled Beuax into a hug and Lee looked away, fearing he was intruding on a family moment.
"I don't want to loose you like we did..." Lee heard the woman trail off and turned back toward the two, only to come face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes. "Up are you? How'd you feel?"
Lee pulled his head as far back as his sitting arangements would allow and was relieved when the girl reered back herself. "I feel like shit." He responded truthfully.
The woman crossed her arms over her chest. She smirked- actually smirked- at him. "You looked like shit when we found you. Still do, kinda."
"Thanks."
She smirked again. "I'm Shei. You've met my little brother Beaux-"
"Not the little one, is he?" Lee fired back at her and she smirk tunred into a grin, but she otherwise ignored him.
"Out in the camp are Gracie, Edgar, Charlotte, and Don. Gracie's the one that patched you up by the by, so make sure you thank her, other wise..." Shei broke off and shook her head. "Anyway, welcome and watch yourself when you go out. Edgar and Don are stupidly over protective of 'their' girls and don't trust you."
"Big surprise." She grinned at him again and Beaux walked into the back of the RV. Lee swung his legs over the edge of the couch and leaned forward, resting his weight on his good arm. "Can I ask you something Shei?"
"A question for a question." Lee gave her a strange look and she shrugged. "Means yes, but I get to ask you one for every question you ask me."
Lee nodded slowly. "That's fair. Now, how'd we get out of Savannah?"
"We took the RVs."
"No I mean, it was overrun by Walkers."
"Second verse, same as the first."
"You're a strange woman." When she shrugged he shook his head and sighed. "You mean to tell me that an RV just charged through a horde of Walkers?"
"You haven't seen the outside of the RVs yet." She grinned. "And that's two questions you owe me."
"Go ahead."
Shei leaned against the counter behind her and seemed to think for a bit. "Why'd you kill that senator?"
Lee blinked at her. And when her face remained nuetral and impassive, he blinked again. She knew? How could she have known? Had she followed the media before shit hit the fan? He must have been silent too long because she snapped her fingers infront of his face. "He slept with my wife."
It was Shei's turn to blink slowly. "That's rough buddy."
"Thanks?"
"Yup, now. How'd you get in that little room anyway?" She tilted her head and frowned. "You were half dead and missing a limb when we found you. Hell I was terrified you might jump up and bite me, or worse, my brother."
"I... was bitten." Lee confessed. "I had to have my arm amputated in hopes that it'd slow down. Apparently it stopped it."
"Yeah, but who ever chopped you up and attempted to patch you up did a shit job at both. According to Gracie, you were fighting off a severe bacterial infection. She was yelling something about someone not cauterizing the wound and a severed nerve? Any way if you want your medical report, ask her." Shei shook her head.
"Did you see a little girl on your way out?"
Shei frowned. "Seen a lot of dead ones."
"Did an of them have a purple cap?"
She gave him a sideways look. It spoke volumes of her curiosity and suspicion. But Lee found he didn't care. He needed to know what happened to Clem. He needed to know those things didn't get her.
"Sorry Lee. No caps on any of em."
LEe sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. He waved his hand knowing Shei was going to ask two more questions and just wanting it over with so he could make his demand. He needed to find Clem or at least her body. What happened with his arm could wait.
Shei, for her part, didn't disappoint, but was surprising. Instead of a question about his past, or his motives like he'd been expecting, she asked with a grin;
"How do you feel about dogs?"