Prologue
*Our story begins in England. Our heroes, Telltale's Walking Dead cast, are sitting on a street curb. They all look tired, ragged, and, if we're being completely honest, like shit. Their clothes are ripped, they have no money, and Lee and Clementine are tap dancing publicly, in an attempt to make some money.*
Kenny: I know I've said this about a thousand times, but our situation really fucking sucks.
Everyone: Agreed.
Duck: Why were we dumped? We've been around for a year now, and brought in a shitload of reviews for our stories!
Katjaa: Duck, how many times do I have to tell you not to swear?
Duck: Fuck off, Mom.
Kenny: What'd you say, you little shit?!
*As Kenny and Katjaa start arguing with Duck, Lee and Clem finish tap dancing, and sit down with the other Scumbags.*
Carley: Well, how much did we make today?
Lee: Two dollars and fifty cents.
Everyone: COME ON!
Clementine: Don't blame us! Nick's the one who came up with this stupid idea!
Lee: I told you guys we should have gone with my idea!
Kenny: Lee, do you really think that anyone would want to watch you fuck Molly on top of a Tom Ford billboard?
Lee: YES!
Clementine: Hey, guys! What the Hell is that?
*Clementine points at something in the sky, which everyone looks at. It's a jet, and it lands directly on the street, crashing into a few cars. Then, a familiar face walks out of the jet.*
Lee and Clementine: DRIVER?!
The Flying Hawaiian 001: Hey, guys. Also, I go by the name… well, you already saw my name in the text.
Clementine: What are you doing here?
Duck: And where did you get that sweet jet?!
TFH001: I built this jet with my bare hands, and I'm here to offer you guys a new job.
Everyone: We're interested.
TFH001: You see, when Misty dropped you guys, I offered to adopt the story you guys were in, and I can't do it without you guys being in it. So, you guys want the job?
*Everyone excitedly yells things like 'YES' or 'Hell yeah' or 'why didn't you come sooner'.*
TFH001: Then it's settled! Come aboard my jet! We have a long flight!
*Everyone gets onboard the jet. Once they're inside, they all buckle in, as TFH001 prepares for take-off. And then, they're off.*
Clementine: Hey, 001, if you don't mind me asking, where are we going?
TFH001: We're going to Minneapolis, Minnesota. That's where I live.
Lee and Clementine: Fine by me!
*Eight hours and fifteen minutes later, the Scumbags and the Flying Hawaiian 001 arrive in Minneapolis, and land on the roof of an apartment building.*
TFH001: Here we are, guys! I know it's not the most glamorous looking place, but the space I rented for you is big. Actually, the space I rented for you was an entire floor of this building!
Kenny: Seriously?
TFH001: Seriously. Come on, let's get inside.
*The gang goes inside. TFH001 leads them to a big room, and all of them look around it. It has a kitchen, a giant TV, and chairs and tables for all of them to sit their asses on because who the Hell wants to be interviewed standing?*
TFH001: What do you think?
Kenny: I think that this will be a good place to call 'home'.
TFH001: Excellent! Before we get started, are there any questions?
*Only Lee raises his hand.*
TFH001: Yes, Lee, you can bring whomever you want back from the bar back with you.
Lee: Actually, I was gonna ask if you're still running the bar back where we used to live with Misty.
TFH001: (Long, awkward silence) Yes.
Author's Note: In the middle of working on this chapter, I took a break from writing. In that time, I learned that my great uncle died early this morning. It was believed to be a heart attack, and I just wanted to say that I miss him, and that this chapter is dedicated to him. I won't say his name, but I will say that he deeply impacted not only my life, but my aunts' lives, and the life of my Father. So, I wanted to thank him for being in my life, and I will continue to write all of my stories with the hope that he would like them.