Darkwatchis a western-horror game, Darkwatch and Clay Cartwright are owned by High Moon Studios, Justin is a forum buddy of my.

Texas, 1964

Clay was already at the shooting range very early in the morning. Practising with his revolver, he thougd about what would come at the afternoon. He's been a sherrif for 6 years, and he has caught over 100 outlaws, but now he was tired of his job. He had a new dream: joining the army, getting people to now his name outside this damn shit-hole called Texas. He has made an appointment at 3 O'clock with some guy named Danté and was going to show up on his best. After his dayly practise he went to the saloon he hanged out if he wasn't working or practising, to say goodbye to the guys he knew for 14 years, he would leave and never see them back. Further then those guys he had no famely, his brother was murdred two years ago and his father died on a decise lately, his mother died because of clay's birth.

"We'll miss you clay! Who's gonna pay our drinks now!" they joked. Clay leaved, passed at his house to pack his horse with the few things he didn't wanted to leave, and putted a message on the door: "for sale, 20.000$" Of course the price was ridicolous for the wooden construction, but Cartwright didn't wanted to sell it, you never know, the message was just cause it maybe kept the burglars away. He left whitout looking behind, for a ride of two hours.

"Goodday mister Danté"

"You can call me Justin, you must be Cartwright"

"Clay please."

"OK then Clay, so you want to join the army, why?"

"I was bored, I'm tired of being a sherrif, and I think I have enough expierence to come fight with you guys."

"Well I have heard some things about you, and I think you are someone the army needs."

"Who has talked about me?"

"That doesn't matter, but I got results from your local shooting range by mail and I know enough, we will have to fill in a dcument first."

Justin took a piece of paper and a pen.

"So name is Clay Cartwright, you're male and you're... How old are you?"

"25"

"Ok and for the rest..."

A guy walked in the office interrupting the two.

"Mister Danté, we have a problem with the weapon stock again, please come."

"Ah damn, Clay would you please excuse me? I have something urgent to do. There's tea and beer if you're thirsty, this could take a bit."

The two men walked away leaving Clay alone in the office.

He toke a beer and sat bored in his chair for two minutes, then he started looking at the things in the office. He opend books, shelves, looking around. Then, he found an old book: "Diary". "I just have to read it" he smiled.

5 mars 1854

It's been a long night since we dropped of by the train. My best friend died, I don't know how I could survive here without him. It all gone wrong at the first battlefield, we got ambushed by a bunch of reapers while we were shooting bandits, I will never forget Josh' face after the undead cut his throat. I'll make sur he gets a nice grave, next to the hundreds of other bodies lying in the cellar of the citade.

Clay turned back some pages.

3 april 1852

Tonight I'm going to give a drink at the saloon, cause it's been 5 years since I've joined the darkwatch, I've seen agents die in a shorter time, I'm happy I could serve the Darkwatch that long. I've gone on more then hundred missions, killed thousants of zombies, have almost died a lot of times, yes I can say I am lucky.

Cartwright red pages and pages, wondering why Justin writes such a crap, Zombies? This was foolish! Since Danté stayed away, he red more, it was funny.

It camed him clear, Darkwatch was an organisation that has to kill "zombies", a fairytaile about a special secret army.

Click

Clay looked up, Justin was standing in the door opening with a gun.

"That's secret information you have there, now I'll have to kill you."

Clay dropped the book shocked, holded his hands in front of him, afraid.

"Come on Justin, don't kill me for reading your fiction-diary"

"You fool, it's not fiction, that's me years ago."

"What do you mean, it's real?!"

"Of course it's real. And now I'll have to elimenate you."

Justin was going to pull the trigger, but in one reflexion Clay grabbed his beer, throwed it in Justins face. Justin missed the shot, Clay pushed him to the ground, and pointed his revolver between his eye.

"Sorry for reading those secrets, I understand you have to do your job, but I don't let me get killed. There must be a way to work this out" Clay said.

Justin, still looking at the revolver, knew the way.

"I know what you can do, you join the darkwatch. It's kind of the same as the army, only you will never return from your work. You will practise at day and fight at night, the world and your famely will know that you are dead while you save their lifes by sacraficing yours."

"If it's that or be elimenated, I'm in.

So far chapter one, chapter two coming up.