Character Summary: Travis is a character encountered in episode 2 of season 1 of The Walking Dead Game when first meeting Ben and their teacher Mr. Parker. The unpopular determinant is to leave Mr. Parker in the bear trap and Travis is shot in the process. Making him the one that grabs Katjaa back at the Motor Inn almost immediately after returning from the woods.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes.
Shoulders falling down like tear drops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

I missed people. People in general that is. I haven't been alone for very long, a month tops.

Damn, a month? Maybe less, no, longer than that. Fuck I don't even know anymore. The days seemed to mold together into one long, repeated scenario. I was living my biggest fear. Something that I never thought would happen. Safety in numbers should be true. Right?

I don't even know anymore. I don't know much anymore. It's like every time you stab one of those contradicting forms - the walking dead - right in between the eyes, you're the one to lose brain cells. Your common sense. All your brain goes on after almost two years of this shit is how to survive. There's no compassion, no love, you're only to think of your well being.

No doubt, I figured out that loving people just slows you down and leads to pain and unnecessary flashbacks; but it was almost too late.

I was walking North. Near Columbus, Georgia, I cut through a spacious forest, hoping that nothing could sneak up on me with all these dead leaves crunching underneath anything and everything's feet. I tried to keep my mind on moving forward toward South Carolina, but I couldn't stop thinking of Travis.

I couldn't leave his side. Even after we... "Took him out" I couldn't bear to look, but I couldn't bear to not look. The color was still in his face. He changed so quickly and grabbed me. At that point I wished he would have bitten me. That sickened me. I'm too weak. Travis would have done anything to keep me alive, and me not trying to survive would make him roll in his grave.

I remember how dumb I sounded. Asking if he could hear me. His blood coated my face, sweater, and yellow skirt. I must have cried, no, wailed. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't let him go. I didn't want to, but it was necessary.

Crunch

The sound of the leaves and twigs brought me back to the frigid reality of late fall. It had to be Clementine's tenth birthday soon. I really just wanted to stuff my bag full of new and unique leaves and take back to her. Oh wait, I got separated from her back in Savannah months ago.

I spent so much time on the coast of Georgia trying to find her, but I never did. Shivers went down my back at the though of her being dead, eaten, or worse. After Travis well... She was my sanity. Don't get me wrong, everyone in our group was great, but Clementine? She had a glowing spirit. Hell, I treated her like my own daughter by the time we all made it to the railroad.

I blame my age for losing her. I was only seventeen then. How was I supposed to take care of an eight year old? I let Lee down. I apologize to him every night I swear. At least I think I do. I can't tell when one night begins and ends from another.

I shivered as the breeze passed the tree trunks. I knelt down for just a second, to get the signature light blue and white, high school jacket out from my old JanSport backpack. Travis's jacket. It was blood stained and old, but warm. I put it on, zipped it up, and brought the collar to my nose, expecting Travis's scent to still be there. After over a year. God, I'm stupid sometimes.

I haven't eaten anything in days, most of the game was eaten by walkers and the plants and berries, all I could find, were dead or near dead because of the unusually cold weather this year. My vision has been blurred and my peripheral vision was almost gone. I need to rest.

I decided I'd make it to the edge of the forest before I took a rest since I haven't trudged a whole lot of miles lately, and I needed to head north before it was almost impossible to travel. As I reached a pretty rural, dirt road, I felt dizzy and out of breath.

I couldn't see to either side of me without turning my head left or right. Everything but what my pupil focused on was blurred. I felt sick.

I was sure I was going to vomit, I hunched over, putting my hands on my knees. Then I heard It - no, them. I heard the pained moans, but before I could turn all the way around, it was on top of me. My shin was the only think keeping me from getting bitten.

I screamed, expecting a sharp,burning pain in my neck, but instead blood showered over my face and body from the walker's now split head. I could barely make out anything at that point, I could have sworn I was dead.

My balance was off, way off, and I could barely feel someone lifting me off the ground. I just felt the warmth of someone's chest against my cheek. I heard the echoing crunch of leaves like people were running - with me in their arms. I felt cold and tired and I couldn't shake sleep. Everything went black during the commotion. I didn't care about anything at that point.

At least that's what I remember. Maybe I woke up. I couldn't even tell if I was dead or not at that point. I was just, you know, ready to see Travis.

Still I rise.