The Walking Dead game fanfiction.
The apocalyptic Tugas.
So recently I have regained my interest in the Telltale Walking dead games, thanks to a buddy of mine, I have been replaying the games and it reminded me why this game series was so dear to me.
The very first few fanfiction I wrote back in 2016 were about the game, I get nostalgic every time I think about it.
My very first fanfiction was about an OC from Portugal (my country of birth) who went to the United States on vacation and got caught up in the apocalypse, unable to go back home with the Atlantic as a barrier. He would eventually meet up with Lee and the rest of the Motor Inn group, I never finished it, and I kinda lost interest in it, it wasn't my most popular story.
I intend to rebirth and continue my previous TWD stories (such as "The Dictator's child", "Clementine the Guardian"), but I will also be writing this story in the style of the tourist from Portugal who got stuck in the USA because of the Walkers.
But this one will be a bit different, instead of one OC, it will be a group of them (of about 6) all young men from Portugal, who decided to do a group trip to America and as you might have guessed, the Walkers start walking.
I am very excited to write this and show it to my friends, who inspired me to write this.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
Any Tugas who read this give a shout out.
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters from the Walking Dead, only my OCs.
For those that don't know about the term Tuga, I'll explain:
It's a word to describe a Portuguese, like the world Brit or Yankee (for the British and Americans).
There will be a lot of Portuguese speaking in this story, but it will be translated, like so:
"Portugal Caralho! (Portugal Fuck Yeah!)"
The story timeline will be a more modern one, I think it won't matter much, I'll be referencing streaming services, the Covid outbreak
Chapter 1- Holiday In peril
Portugal, Almada, March 2023
A 23 year old young man was lying on his bed.
He was scrolling with his TV remote, indecisive to what to see on HBO Max, he had just finished watching the last episode of "The Last of Us", it was great... but he still preferred the game.
But now he was bored, he didn't know what to see next or what to do, he hadn't seen HBO's Velma... and he had no intention to do so.
He also had Disney plus and Netflix, but there was nothing new to see, he had already finished the latest episode of the "Mandalorian".
He had a Ps4, he could play some Warzone with his buddies, or some Red Dead.
He had to ask them first.
He picked up his phone and went to Whatsapp
Group- COD/ Red Dead
Rafael- Oi gente, bora jogar um Cod (What's up guys, wanna play some Cod)"
Pedro- Não posso, tou no xadrez (Can't do, I'm playing chess)
David- Fui fazer umas filmagens do carro do meu pai, só posso á noite (I'm doing some filming on my dad's car, i can only play at night)
Vicente- Tou no trabalho mano, jogo amanhã (I'm at work bro, I'll play tomorrow.)
César- Desculpa lá tropa, mas tou fora de casa (Sorry man, but i'm not home.)
Mateus- Tou a jogar basket, só devo puder jogar mais tarde (I'm playing basketball, I might only play later)
Miguel- Não me apetece jogar agora, fica pra amanhã (I don't wanna play right now, I'll play tomorrow
The young man sighed in annoyance and put his phone down, not bothering to answer back his friends, he wasn't mad, just a tad bit bored.
If you haven't guessed, the young man on the bed is called Rafael, he's 23 years old, graduated in languages and culture, he knows 4 different languages (English being one of them) he's got a bit of stomach, but he goes to the gym at least three times weekly (after one year his muscles started growing), he's got short black hair, a beard and mustache, he's a highly functional asperguer, he works at cleaning houses and lives with his mom and older brother (but if you live in Portugal, you know how high the house prices are and how little the minimum wage is.) Rafael loves story based games, movies, books (from Tolkien and ancient classics, to the more modern George R R Martin, and Andrzej Sapkowski), he also loves comics and Manga (he reads it all online for free).
But Rafael isn't the only character, nor will he be the most important one, so it's only fair to make a small introduction to the other characters who will be accompanying this adventure.
Pedro- Pedro has been Rafael's best friend for over 7 years now, he's 23 years old, they went to the same school and they keep on talking. Pedro is a slim muscular guy (not too big however), goes to the gym, clean shaved, curly black hair... and supposedly he's part Japanese, something about his great great grandmother.
He's an inspiring explorer, he loves camping, to travel, and he loves discos and parties. He's also an animal lover, he's trying to be vegetarian, and he's taking a course on exotic animals so he can one day work at the zoo.
He's a big fan of basketball and he follows the NBA.
David- David is Pedro's childhood friend, he got to know Rafael in a trip to Sintra with Pedro, he's a muscular guy (got big muscles) middle height and Short black hair. He loves the gym and he's an inspiring photographer, he loves to travel and to do photo sessions.
Cesar- Cesar has been a friend of the group for quite some time, he's Caucasian short black hair and beard, he's 24, he studied in Poland for a few months and he's an avid Warzone player.
He's the shortest tempered and hot head of the group, he's not afraid to fight and say what he wants to say, he knows martial arts, he has studied abroad in Poland and he can hold his own in a street fight.
He loves soccer and sports video games (basketball and soccer).
Vincent- Vincent is the older cousin of Pedro, he's the tallest of the group, has the same hairline as Pedro and he's an avid basketball player and goes to the gym daily, he works at a bookstore and loves Warzone.
Mateus- Mateus is another cousin of Pedro, he's 16, he is in fact Vincent's younger brother, he plays basketball, has a similar hairline to his cousin and brother, he plays warzone on a daily basis.
Miguel- Last but not least we have Miguel, he's 23, short haired, likes to party and to play Warzone with his buddies.
Since no one wanted to play, he decided to go take a jog, maybe head for a lottery story and get one of those scratch reward tickets (raspadinha).
Lottery store.
Rafael had just entered the store, he recognized the female employer, a mature red headed woman.
He leaned over the table with a seductive stare.
"Boas Emilia, tas ainda mais boa do que nunca" (Hello Emilia, you're looking hotter than ever)
The woman rolls her eyes "Queres o quê a raspadinha? (What do you want scratch ticket?)
"Isso e talvez um pouco mais. (That, and maybe a little more.)
She takes out a ticket with the full price award being 10000 euros.
"Ficas com isto, e já te chega, são 3 euros. (You can have this and it's enough, it's 3 euros.)"
Rafael puts 3 coins on the counter and takes the ticket.
He goes to another counter and looks at the ticket.
It's got nine scratching spots and if you get three stars you get the full reward.
He begins to scratch the first three, he gets one star, then the next three he gets another star, he gets to the last one, he scratches it and lo and behold, the final star.
His eyes widened, his world just seemed to change around him.
He had just won 10000 euros
"PUTA QUE PARIU! (HOLY FUCK)."
Back home
News of the Money reached his friends and family, what he wanted to do was go into come kickass vacations, for a few weeks.
Whatsapp:
Group- COD/ Red Dead
Rafael- Manos, tou a pensar, iamos tipo a Amesterdão, fumávamos umas ganzas e íamos ás gajas. (Bros, I'm thinking, we go to Amsterdam, we'd smoke some doobies and get some chicks.)
Cesar- Isso é bueda básico mano, temos mas é ir mais longe, com esse dinheiro íamos pra fora do continente. (That 's to basic bro, we need to go farther than that, with that cash, we need to go off the continent.)
Pedro- Ya mano, tipo eu quero ver cenas diferentes, tipo bora explorar uma floresta, tipo a amazônia. (That 's right man, I wanna see different things, like exploring a forest, like the Rain Forest.)
David- Tas' parvo mano, queres ficar lá preso porra? Devíamos mas é ir pro Japão. (Are crazy bro, you wanna get lost there, we should go to Japan).
Rafael- Japão é bueda longe, nem sequer sabemos ler ou falar, eu ainda tou a aprender manos, deviamos era ir fazer uma viagem la pra europa e tal… menos o caralho da Russia é claro. (Japan is too far, we can't even speak or read, i'm still learning bros, we should do a tour in Europe and stuff… minus fucking Russia of course.)
Mateus- E se formos pro Brasil manos, é só praias, caipirinha e cus grandes. (What if we go to Brazil bros, it 's full of beaches, caipirinhas and big asses.)
Vicente- Tas maluco maninho, queres ser assaltado porra? (You crazy little bro, you wanna get robbed?")
Miguel- E se fossemos fazer um Safari em África? (What if we go on a Safari in Africa?).
David- Isso é bueda rapido, devíamos era fazer algo que durasse um mês. (That 'sa short time, we should do something that would last us a month.)
And so the group was indicisive and didn't know what to do and where to go… honestly this wasn't exactly a new thing, everytime they would organize something everyone had a different opinion and usually they got at a standstill.
Until now.
Miguel- E se fossemos pra America? (What if we go to America?)
This got everyone's interest.
Cesar- Olha que isso nem é nada má ideia, podíamos fazer um tour rápido pelo país. (That 's actually not a bad idea, we could do a quick tour of the country.)
David- Sempre quis tirar fotos em Nova Iorque. (I've always wanted to take pictures of New York.)
Pedro- Quero ir pra Califórnia, temos gandas praias, gajas e temos o parque de Yosemite. (I wanna go to California, we got beaches chicks and the yosemite park.)
Vicente- Quero ir também pra Florida, temos a Disney e temos Miami (I wanna go to florida, we got Disney and we got Miami.)
Miguel- Bora pra Washington DC, pra ver os monumentos. (Let 's go to Washington DC, to go and see the monuments.)
Mateus- Gostava de ir ver Maine, queria ir dar umas caminhadas na floresta. (I'd like to go to Maine, I wanna jog in the forest.)
Everyone was excited to go to america.
Everyone but Rafael who had bad opinions about Americans.
Rafael- É assim gente, eu não gosto da merda dos yankees, são um bando da racistas e parolos, tanta merda ridícula passa-se nesse país, não tou com muita vontade de lhes dar o meu rico dinheirinho. (Look guys, i don't like the fucking yankees, they're a bunch of racist hicks, so much ridiculous shit happens there, i don't want to be giving them my hard earned money.)
David- Deixa-te de mariquices caralho! (Stop being a pussy dude!)
Miguel- Tas a generalizar muito mano. (You're generalizing dude.)
Pedro- Anda lá mano, tamos lá para nos divertir, não pra andamos à porrada com os americanos (Come on bro, we'll go there to have some fun, not to fight the Americans).
Mateus- Vamos tar só nós em grupo, falamos só entre nós (We´ll be in group, we'll speak only within us)
Vicente- Ignora essa gente mano, é um país livre e eles que vão é merda. (Ignore those people dude, it 'sa free country and they can go fuck themselves.)
Cesar- Oh Rafael vai mas é pro caralho, vais ficar em casa a bater punheta porque não gostas daqueles cowboys de merda?! Cresce mas é uns tomates e vamos mas é a borga. (Oh you can go fuck yourself Rafael, you're gonna stay home jerking off because you don't like those fucking cowboys?! Grow some balls and let 's go party in the USA.)
After the criticism, Rafael decided to submit, there's stuff in the US he wanted to see anyway.
Rafael- Agora que falam… Eu gostava de ir visitar Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Portanto mais vale irmos. (Now that you guys mention… I would like to visit Bourbon Street in New Orleans. So we might as well go.)
And with that they decided to go to the US on holiday.
Not knowing the dark future yet to come.
Atlanta airport
(One month later)
After one month abroad in the US, it was time to go back home. The month had been quite eventful. They visited every place they say they wanted to see, New York, Maine, California, Florida, Washington and New Orleans.
They went to museums, visited monuments, they went camping, went to Disneyland, went to pubs, went into Strip Clubs and they picked up girls.
Yeah they had all a fun filled month in the US, even if they had a few run ins with the cops and the fucking racist cunts that tried to target them (they got beat up, the cunts not the cops).
But after all was said and done, they had to leave, money was pretty much gone, and they only had enough to return to their country… and get back to work.
They chose to take the American Express to Lisbon, the closest airport was the one in the city of Atlanta, they bought the tickets online and all they had to do was check in their luggage.
Which was easier said than done, they arrived two hours before the flight… they should have arrived 4 hours before.
The lines were fucking atrocious, they was shouting in the airplane, apperantly many flights were canceled, people were rowdy and annoyed by it (which was understandable), thankfully the flight to Portugal had not yet been canceled.
The group of 6 was waiting in line, all annoyed.
"Que ganda merda mano. (What a load of shit bros.)" Rafael protested.
"Filas grandes como o caralho. (Fucking big line)" Mateus added.
"Eu disse pra irmos mais cedo… foda-se pra esta merda caralho! (I said we should of gotten sonner… fuck this fucking bullshit.)" Cesar said.
"Agora já é tarde demais pra reclamar, temos é de continuar na fila. (It 's too late to complain, we gotta keep in line.) Miguel said.
They kept on waiting, but the fucking line didn't move an inch, then the intercom spoke.
"Ladies and gentleman, I regret to inform you that the flight to Lisbon Portugal has been canceled, we apologize for the inconvenience."
Rafael threw his hands up at the news "Foda-se! (Fuck!)"
David was confused "Mas o céu tá claro, porque é que andam a cancelar os voos? (But the sky is clear, why're they canceling the flights?")
"Inuteis do caralho foda-se, e agora que fazemos caralho? (Useless pricks, now what do we do?)" Cesar asked.
"Temos que ir à procura de um hotel. (We gotta go find an hotel,)" Vincent proclaimed.
"Quero é ir pra casa porra! (I wanna go home damnit!)" Rafael complained.
Pedro Shrugged "Podíamos ir ver algum museu, ir a um parque ou alguma cena, enquanto esperamos (We could go see a museum, go to a park or do something while we wait.)"
Suddenly they heard a new voice complaining
"Hey you six, stop speaking that crap, you're in America you speak English… fucking spics!" Said a fat white guy, with an American flag shirt and a red cap.
Rafael turned to the fat guy, angry as all hell.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself in your fat ass you cocksucker! How's that for English ya prick?" He shouted approaching "And who the fuck are you calling a spic you inbreaded motherfucker!"
The fat guy was angry and started approaching.
"Why don't you say that to my face, you fucking Euro trash!"
Rafael laughed "What ya fucking deaf now, you cocksucking inbreaded motherfucker?"
They both had their firsts clenched ready to start throwing hands.
However, that didn't happen.
For suddenly out of the fucking blue, someone came behind the fat guy and did the unthikable, he bit his neck out.
And before he had time to react another person came and took a bing chomp on his left side of his belly, then more appeared and began to trample and devour him.
The Tuga group was horrified by what they just saw, why would someone do this? Were they crazy or on drugs or something.
Rafael was closest so he got a better view of it, he was the people… or rather the creatures.
They looked human, but they didn't act like it.
They looked dead, eyes were milky white so was the iris, skin was white as snow, pale and rotten, some had fleshy bits hanging out and others had the skull showing up,they were the literal dead walking.
They couldn't talk, they only groaned.
And they weren't the only ones, more began to show up at the airport, they were only walking. They didn't seem to be able to run, but more and more started to appear and to chomp on more people. They weren't like the infected in The Last of Us, these ones couldn't run.
Rafael runs back to the group, shocked at what he saw.
"Mas que merda é esta?! (What is this shit?!)"
More were coming in.
"Bora meter-nos no caralho! (Let's get the fuck outta here!)" Cesar shouted.
The Tugas grabbed their bags and ran off, trying to find the exit. This was a big airport so they had some difficulty finding the exit.
On their way out it was complete chaos, people screaming, trampling on one another, it was difficult to tell the difference between who was dead and alive, airport security was firing against these monsters, but the bullets seemed to have no affect on them, only when they were shot in the head, it seemed to work.
They continued to run dodging Walkers, when suddenly a walker who was laying on the ground grabbed and bit Miguel's leg.
He screamed and dropped to the ground, the walker crawled up to him and bit him on his stomach.
His screams attract more of them and they get on top of him start to bite him and ripping his guts out.
Pedro sees this and tries to save him.
Only to be pulled by his older cousin Vincent.
"Deixa-o, ele já está morto! (Leave him he's already dead!)"
They eventually find the exit and get out on the street.
Things are not much better, the whole city is in chaos, it's like a scene from Resident Evil 3, people running, abandoning their cars, looting stores, running away from the dead.
The Tugas had to make a decision. To stay or leave, in the end the safest bet was to just leave the city, and that's what they did.
They ran off to the city's exit, unaware of the harsh future that was planned out for them.
So this is it people, the ending of the first chapter, can't wait to write more.
I'll try to keep them as short as I can, so I can release them in a quicker way.
I hope you guys enjoyed it, and if any Portuguese are reading this I hope you'll enjoy this and what I will be planning.
See you guys next chapter