Part 1. Takes place a little after Sam is shot. Michonne is now replaced with a male OC. (dialogue changed drastically).
'' I'm feeling dizzy...'' I looked over at Sam just in time to see her knees about to give out. I instinctively reached out and wrapped my arms around her before she hit the ground. ''...T-thanks'' she said, barely above a whisper. ''We should talk so you don't end up blacking out on me,'' I said. I was honestly kind of curious to learn more about Sam, considering we only met half a day ago. Even then, she had sort of rugged good looks, and I couldn't really explain why I was so taken with her. But, I didn't want to like some random kid because she had a pretty face, so I tried to learn more about her background. ''My father was a lawyer, so I never won any arguments. My brothers, James and Alex, they looked up to Greg...Oh god, they're gonna be devastated...'' A walker in a varsity jacket stepped out from behind a tree. I took out my machete and jabbed it through it's skull, putting it down.
'' It's- It's too dangerous out here. Dad was right. I shouldn't have left the house...'' She practically mumbled. ''It wasn't your fault...What happened to your brother. You didn't know that would happen.'' I said trying to reassure her. She looked up at me and said,'' That's not what he's gonna think... A-After all...I should've never returned to the ferry...How-how am I gonna tell my dad about Greg?'' I thought about this for a second. After all that's happened, she's still just a kid. I mean, I'm no older, I was barely out of high school before it started. ''I'll handle it. I don't want you to go through that.'' She looked at me with genuine appreciation, ''Thanks...I-I mean it...'' We had started walking faster, we didn't wanna stay out here any longer than we had too.
''M-Made it...'' As soon as those words were spoken, she passed out. ''Fuck. Sam? Sam, wake up, Sam! SAM!'' Well, this isn't good. I hoisted her onto my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I could see the gate from where I stood. I started to jog forward, as the walkers behind me were started to catch up. I was about 5 feet away when the gate opened, and was greeted by a bayonet attached to a rifle. The shot struck a little in front of me and a woman stood out in front of the gate. '' Don't fucking move!'' She threatened. ''Hey, Hey, Hey! I'm just trying to help this girl!'' I said, putting emphasis to the girl on my shoulder. ''Sam?... What happened to her!? Did you shoot her!?'' Obviously this woman didn't get her education...''If I did, why would I carry her through a walker infested forest, and risk my life? Now are you gonna open the fucking gate or do you want me to start walking backwards? At least they're more accepting.''
I could see the indecision in her eyes, but as she struck down the walker coming up behind me, I knew it was safe to go inside. As I walked through the gate, one of them got a hold of Sam's leg. I pulled with all my strength,which was running thin at this point, and the woman managed to get the door closed, dismembering the walker's arm. ''Let's go! She doesn't have much time!
I carried her into the house and put her on the coffee table. In the room, I could see two kids, no older than 12, poking at a fire. Seeing their sister passed out on the coffee table, they started to panic. ''Kid, what's your name?'' I asked the one who looked to be the eldest. ''It's- It's James'' ''James, you got a first aid kit?'' I asked. ''K-Kind of,'' What the fuck does he mean kind of? ''Well, get it. Now.'' He scurried off leaving me with Sam. She seemed to be coming to at this point. The look on her face was heartbreaking. ''Sam, whatever happens, I'm-I'm sorry.'' ''I-I understand...Just...If it happens..I trust you to look after James and A-Alex...'' This wasn't good.
The kid came back with the first aid kit. I opened the box and was greeted to pliers, whiskey, and..something else (I never heard of it before this game). I held Sam's hand and looked at her face. ''Sam, just relax and try not to move so I can get this out as fast as possible.'' She didn't say anything, she was probably too exhausted to, but gave me a nod to go ahead. I took off her makeshift cast and looked at the bloody wound. ''Shit...'' I muttered. The bullet obviously didn't punch through so I needed to open the wound to get the bullet out. If we still had anesthesia, this would be fine. I took in a breath and moved my fingers around the wound. I slowly, but firmly started to open it.