[Telltale] The Walking Dead [Inactive]

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[Telltale] The Walking Dead - Sometimes, choices must be made. And you are the only one who can make those choices.

"You gotta consider her a living person. That's it. You're either living or you're not. You ain't little, you ain't a girl, you ain't a boy, you ain't strong or smart. You're alive."
When was the last time you really worked for something? You have to ask yourself that. The most you've likely ever done is get up to grab your remote control from under the couch. But, what if the world you knew was suddenly gone. No schools. No work. No government. Many of you would like this idea....
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Upon waking up, former Mafia Capo Henry Scarcella woke up with a hangover and a headache in a now empty bar. For the past couple of days, he's been having recurring bad dreams about his now-deceased fellow mafiosi dying in front of him in very gruesome and horrifying ways since the outbreak began. He was alone, but not scared. Suddenly, he heard someone entering the bar from the back door. He pulled out his Bowie Knife, fearing for his life, not knowing if it was a Looter, a Bandit, another Survivor like himself or one of the Infected. "Who's there?" he called out.
 
A shovel in his right hand, and dripping blood from the other. His mothers body scattered on the ground, sprawled open like a soda can. Tears ran down his face, while vomit began pooling on the carpet floor. His last family member is dead, and if the radio is correct about this apocalypse thing he is probably dead aswell. He had to get out of this damn farm quick, they were everywhere last time he checked. He grabbed 4 boxes of perishable goods, the stuff the man on the radio recommended. He was a dedicated stocker of those kinds of foods so he was set. He held the 4 boxes with ease and had the bloody shovel on his back. He checked the front window; those things were scattered everywhere. They looked like the zombies from the comic books he read as a child, it was a long time ago though, they were much scarier than the ones in the book. He sneaked through the door-making his way to his old run-down truck. He set the boxes down but one fell off the stack and made a thumping noise. In a matter of seconds the zombies were already on his trail, running at him blindly. He began to panic, it was mostly due to the post traumatic stress from killing his mother though He noticed the locked barn house with all the cows and pigs, if he could get there he could distract the zombies for a little while-enough to get to his car and load up. He ran over to the barn house, knocking a zombie out cold with his trusty shovel on his way. he made his way to the farm, his lungs beating like his heart. He broke the lock to the barn house as 2 zombies cornered him. He knocked one of them out, but was too tired to take out the other. Luckily though the other saw the tasty steak dinner in the barn house and ignored Logan completely. All the zombies made their way to the barn, some still went for Logan, yes. But not enough to take down the big farmer.


Logan finally made it home free to his truck. He loaded all his goods into the back and drove off like a bat out of hell.
 
As Harry got closer and closer to the backdoor, he saw another man. The man did not seem to notice him and had his back to Harry, who still had his Bowie Knife at the ready. He then sheath the Bowie Knife and took out his Hatchet. He then noticed that the man's shirt was covered in red stains. Surely it was blood. Confident that the man was indeed a zombie, Harry struck him as hard as he could with all his might in the back of the head. The man fell to the floor as blood splattered all over the door and walls. As the Zombie tried to get back up, Harry continued to strike him in the head with his Hatchet. He then used the Zombie's shirt to wipe off the blood on the Hatchet's blade. After putting it away, Harry made his way to the front of the bar, to be met with a mob of Infected, desperately clawing at the Windows as well as the Front Door as if they knew he was inside. "Aw fuck..." he said. It wouldn't be long until the two fat infected clawing at the doors would break it down for the rest of the horde to enter, so he took his chances of escaping through the back door. To his dismay, there was a padlock across the bolts, making it practically impossible to open without a key. He knew that the Keys would most likely be in the Manager's Office, but reaching the office would require back towards the front. He knew that breaking the door down was impossible, but then heading back was just too dangerous. Not wanting to waste time trying to figure out what to do since there was about a dozen zombies at the front door waiting to eat him alive, he instead tried using his Hatchet to try and break the padlock.
 
Jeff just arrived in town hours ago, scouring the place for supplies as relatively safe and quiet as he can. He only had two clips of bullets left and opted to reserve ammo. Fighting waves and dozens of these things with a combat knife wasn't really a good idea.


Seeing as how the buildings were relatively near each other, Jeff thought it was a good idea to enter and exit from the rooftops. Unless zombies learned to jump, he was safe. He climbed over a dumpster to reach for the fire exit and climbed to the top level. He snooped around from building to building, looking for things he could use but to no avail. Everything was eerily peaceful and smooth for him that he thought something must be up. He saw a bar and a convenience store near each other. He jumped from roof to roof to get closer, aiming to loot the convenience store. As he got closer, snarling and groaning noises started to get louder. His jaw dropped from what he saw.


Jeff quickly ducked to stay out of sight and tried to quiet down. He could see the front of the bar with more than dozens of those things grouping up at the entrance. From his vantage point, it wasn't also hard for him to see the relatively empty back alley that connected the buildings. He could see the bar's back door from where he was situated. Suddenly, he heard some loud thuds from the other side of the door.


"Oh my god, there's someone inside." Jeff said to himself. Jeff scrambled and looked around the roof to look for something he could use and at the same time, he tried to think of things he could do to help. He saw a few empty bottles. Looking at the road, he saw a few parked cars. He thought that maybe if the car alarms went off, they'd draw more zombies away from the bar. "Hope this is something like throwing a football." he said as he threw a bottle to the first car and it didn't go off. "Damn it!" he cursed. He threw another bottle at another car but it didn't go off as well. He was down to his last bottle. "Come on...." he threw the bottle and as it landed on the third car, the alarms went blazing. Though not as much zombies as he hoped were drawn to the car, he hoped that it was enough to give the person inside a fighting chance.
 
Harry heard the Car Alarm, much to his relief. Suddenly, he heard a bestial roar coming from down the hall. At least a dozen zombies have broken into the bar and got inside and were not heading in his direction! He cursed loudly as he continued to hit the padlock harder and faster, finally breaking it. He kicked the door open and ran outside, escaping the zombies with a few seconds to spare. Luckily, this Gangster was still in his prime and had excellent cardio! He ran as fast as he could the second he got outside. Since there were too many zombies at once, they had some trouble all squeezing through the door, giving Harry enough time to gain some distance between them and himself. To his luck, between him and the mob of zombies, there were numerous parked cars and debris between him and them now. After running a short distance into the street, where the Zombies were not as numerous, Harry stopped to catch his breath.
 
Athalia, is hiding out in the back of a car, she heard a car alarm go off and covered herself with the thick black blanket, from being under the blanket her asthma started acting up and she quickly hopped out of the car. She turned away to run off, but she needs to take a break or the asthma will get worse, and she doesn't have an inhaler to fix it.
 
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Xobic was walking through the city trying to loot the places but finding nothing some of the places was already picked clean"Damn it to hell" he cursed.He continue to walk around and then he found a gun shop he went inside and look around he found nothing he went out"I only got 5 clips of bullets left".He started down the street again that's when he saw a guy jumping from building to building the thought that was a good idea he went over to the closest building with a dumpster and fire exit and he climbed up and follow the man in secret making sure he was not seen he watched the man do everything even set the car alarm off.He decided to come out of hiding thinking he was friendly"don't shoot I'm friendly"he said walking to the man that was on the same rooftop as him that was on the same rooftop as him.


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While Catching his breath and looked up momentarily to see a female youth running across the street. This time however, since he had a better view, it was easier for him to tell that she was not one of the infected, so he put away his hatchet. He then called out to Athalia. "Hey!"
 
Jeff saw the door burst open and immediately someone ran outside. It was a guy in a suit. He was doing well running away from the walkers but he was headed to road. Seeing that there were more of them along the road he quickly tried to call out to him.


"Hey!" he shouted enough so he could hear while signalling him to go to the other side of the building.


He'd drop the emergency ladder so that the guy in the suit could climb up to him. Just as he was about to turn so he could go to the stairs he heard someone call out to him. He immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it to the person who called out to him.


Realizing it was another guy and hearing what he said, he slowly lowered his gun. "Christ, you scared the hell out of me."


The guy looked a tad shady and suspicious but seeing that he didn't shoot him yet, he must be saying the truth. He still didn't want to take his chances though. "Stay there for a sec!" he said. "I have to help this guy out first." He said as he rushed to the ladder. He lowered the emergency ladders for the guy in the suit. The walkers were starting to notice them. He called out to the guy in the suit. "Hurry up, man!"
 
He turned over as he heard a ladder being lowered. Since he was unable to get the girl's attention, he had hoped the best for her as he decided to retreat before the Infected just down the road can take note that he was there. Harry then quickly climbed up the ladder, to be met with a man armed with an intimidating looking Rifle. "Whoa whoa, don't shoot. I'm not infected." he told the man, surprisingly calm.
 
''don't worry I won't"as he look to the man in the suit he looked alot familiar but he couldn't get it"my name is Xobic Dex you may call me Dex what is your two guys names"he said mainly to the guy in the suit maybe his name would of helped him remember he was very curious of the other man to
 
"Name's Harry. Harry Scarcella. Pleasure to meet you, Dex." he said calmly as he extended his hand towards Dex, offering a handshake.
 
Logan had been driving for around 5 hours. His truck, which was rather excellent on gas; was almost completely dry. It had been about a couple hours since he had ran into any form of past human civilization. To his luck though he ran into a series of buildings, a city or a town maybe, either or was perfect.


He ran across of bar, and encountered a couple of zombies. He pressed the gas pedal hard and rammed into around 5 of them. In the corner of his eye he noticed a human group, he had not ran into any alive humans other than himself. This put a large grin on his face. He slowed down his car and put the car out of drive. He rolled down his window and called out to the people, he could see a man in a suit, a possible swat team member, a young girl and some overdressed gun-slinger. He crossed his fingers, hoping the wouldn't unload on him and would help a 'old man'. He called out to them, making a megaphone with his hands. "Hey ye' 4. Where ya headed? I need some gas, you help me get some and I'll ride y'all to a destination. There's plenty of room in the back."
 
Xobic shook his hand"Pleasure to meet you to"heard a truck stopand some old dude was speaking"I'm going anywhere the road takes me. do you have something to take gas out of a car with"
 
Jeff saw the man in the suit come up though he heard another voice below. As soon as he came up, the other two started getting acquainted with each other. He just made a mental note of their names. Jeff was about to introduce himself but he was more worried if there was anyone else at the road.


He was gonna take a look but then he heard engine noise, slowly getting closer and closer. When he looked down the road, there was a truck that rammed through the zombies taking out and brushing off a lot of them like a bowling ball to bowling pins. Jeff couldn't help but think these guys were crazy. Before he arrived, he saw a large herd of walkers near the town. That's why he was trying to be discreet when he entered the town. The chaos that ensued would be enough to attract more of those things to them. "Shit." he said to himself. "Are you crazy, old man?!" he yelled. He was starting to question if this was good or bad luck.


"Both of you, help me clean things up!" he told the shady looking guy and the man in the suit. There were still more zombies but most of them have been immobilized by the truck or other debris/zombies that went flying. It was something they could manage at close range if they hurried. "Take em out before they recover! A good blow to the head would end em. Hurry up, more of em will be here soon." he said as he went down the emergency ladders. As soon he got down, he saw a zombie with its legs severed crawling towards him. Jeff quickly used his combat knife to stab it in the head. "Old man, we'll have to leave soon. We'll get gas on the next stop.". One zombie started making his way to Jeff. He quickly assumed a stance and as soon it was near, he stabbed it clean between the eyes.
 
"I say let's get going." Harry said hastily as he just jumped straight down from the roof into the back of the truck. "C'mon gentlemen, let's not waste the Bullets and get the hell outta here!" he called to Jeff and Dex.
 
"Crazy?" Logan chuckled to himself holding his stomach. "This type of apocalypse will drive any individual crazy. I like to think of myself as one of the more sane ones. Now ya'll get in the back, and one up here next to me." He made a signal to the group to come join him.
 
"If that's the case, then I call Shotgun!" Harry, quickly claiming the Front Seat for himself. He jumped out of the back, and got into the front passenger seat. "Hey, name's Harry. Harry Scarcella. Nice to meet you. Mr..." -Harry as he introduced himself to Logan and offered a Handshake.
 
He looked the man in the eyes, and returned the handshake. "The names Logan, pleasure to be acquainted with ya' Harry.
 
He shook his head in disbelief. "How did these guys make it alive this long?" he asked himself. He was clearing the zombies near the truck. He didnt want any unwanted hitchers as well as possible road jam. He agreed with Harry that they should be going. He finally noticed the girl who was also on the road. "Come on, You don't have much options right now!" he called out to the girl as he rode in the back of the truck. As he got on, he saw the other guy. Taking a closer look, he was probably a lot younger than Jeff. He had questions but those were for another day.


He sat down and introduced himself to the group, assuming everyone could hear him. "I'm SWAT officer Jeffrey Webb... or used to be. Now it's just Jeff."
 
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