Telltale's The Walking Dead Ep. 2: After [Inactive]

After seeing the kid being saved, carried by the man and the woman that helped him, John assumed he was in good hands. He just realized he hadn't said his name to anybody yet. Good. It should remain that way until it was really necessary. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, all the disgusting goo going down his chin. He returned back the pharmacy and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. He looked at everybody, just settling around. It was a nice vision. He could get used to that. He hoped things would get better from now on. At least for now, he was in peace. The group was nice, and they seemed to have a good interaction with each other. He missed that, the human interaction. It was good to have that back, even if most of the words he said to them were hostile. Two kids now. It was getting more dangerous. He probably wouldn't stay with them. Groups are dangerous. He could be satisfied for now, but sooner or later he would lose somebody, and that was something hard to deal with again. That was the hardest day he had in months. He needed just as much rest as the others. He wasn't sure what would happen next. He was out of ideas, out of places to go. The only thing that was left on his mind was running away to another country, but that was just too hard. That was something to think about later. He closed his eyes,


And dreamed.
 
*I will proof read soon!! I am being rushed out to play some ultimate Frisbee :P the life of a student is a hard one! *


Not long after Cloe had helped Evan move Ryker into one of the beds, the kid collapsed onto one of the light metal cots himself, drifting off to sleep within a matter of minutes and leaving Cloe alone. Ryker seemed to have lost consciousness, but in all honesty, that wasn’t surprising. The amount of blood loss as well as shock that man had gone through, it was a surprise that he had even survived.


Letting out a shaky sigh, Cloe rubbed a grubby hand under her nose, as she survived the injured man in the gloom. Everyone else seemed set on resting, but Cloe couldn’t bring herself to do so. This man was too badly injured for Cloe to justify rest. Leaning forward, she pressed three feverish fingertips against his forehead trying to seek out any signs of fever but bar the distinct lack of colour in the man’s cheeks, his temperature was cool.


Straightening, Cloe pouted in thought, before sniffing curiously. The reek of rot was still fresh in the air though the source didn’t remain a mystery for very long. It was her. Evan had been smart enough to clean up a little, while Cloe had forgotten completely, too caught up in worry over a man she hadn’t even spoken to yet. In fact the only reason she knew the guy’s name was because people had kept shouting it.


Slowly, Cloe twisted on the spot and wandered off to the side room where she found a couple of working taps. Closing the door with a flick of her foot, Cloe pulled off her top and turned a tap to run full blast. It had been weeks since she could actually wash.


She started with her hands, scrubbing off the dried gore before she moved up her arms and finally to her face. Her job only finished when the water which dripped off her skin no longer had a crimson hue. When she was done, her hair clung to her damp skin in red curling tendrils, standing out against the pale skin of her neck and cheeks.


Across the sink hung a small silver mirror, and for the first time in months, Cloe studied her own reflection. Pale amber eyes stared back from a porcelain pale face while plump lips were curled into a natural upward grin, while her cheeks clung to the everlasting pink hue.


She had lost weight since last time she had caught her reflection and what surprised Cloe was that she hated it. For years she had wanted to lose weight and now that she had, she missed it.


Sighing, Cloe stepped away from the sink and moved to the door, peaking through first to see if the room was still quiet. Both the guys seemed to be unconscious. Moving without a second thought, Cloe darted for her backpack, feeling the chill of air against her stomach. She had forgotten her first shirt in her rucksack which rested next to Ryker’s bed.


When she reached her goal, she delved into the dark depth of her bag and fished out her new vest, tugging it on without a second’s hesitation before sitting up and perching at the edge of one of the cots with a heavy sigh. She felt more human than she had done in a long time, clean and safe, and worried about her fellow people. Companionship. Something she had forsaken for too long, and at what price?


As the others drifted off into sleep, Cloe settled back to wait, watching over Evan, Kenny and Ryker. After all, they needed someone to look after them and she might as well be the one.
 
Lia saw that the rest of the group was back and smiled brightly she greeted them all with a hug except for Evan and went sit back down away from the door. She didn't want to deal with the walkers. She looked around for Neri and went to sit beside her. She yawned, laid her head down and closed her eyes to sleep


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Sunlight tickled his face. He flutteted his eyes open. There was a small blurry heap to his left which, on closer inspection, turned out to be a person, the younger boy he'd seen before. In another bed at the far side of the room, Ryker's chest was heaving steadily. So he was still alive.


Careful not to rouse the boy next to him he got up and slipped out of bed. He hadn't a clue what time it was, but the warmth of the sun indicated it was morning still.


Stretching himself he yawned and began to make his way downstairs. His eye caught Cloe who had curled up on a chair. Had she been watching over them? Quiet like a fox, he made his way into the store. He pitied those who had to sleep on the floor. Some were just waking up, others were asleep still. It was a peaceful sight, fueling his hope that they could make it work, that they could rebuild a society in Wickford.


He began to scavenge all the bottles he could find and filled them up with water. There was no telling how long the tap would continue to provide the cool liquid, and he thought it best to save up some. He counted twenty seven bottles in total, fourteen small ones, seven big ones and six three litres. Satisfied with what he'd done he sipped some water from the tap and splashed some in his face to wake up.


He returned to his room and casted a worried glance at the sleeping Ryker, then moved over to the strange little boy who he'd woken up next to and carefully shook him. "Morning sunshine, how're you doing?"
 
Kenny opened his eyes and immediately pulled his switchblade out. "Who are you?" He asked."Better yet. Where am I?" He sat up on the bed and winced as he felt a surge of pain shoot up his spinal column. He arched his back and stood up. After taking a few steps he fell onto the ground. He groaned as he fell onto his arm. His arm was soaked with blood. "Got NY bandages?" He asked.
 
"You ready to go?" Matthew looked back to his daughter, who was still having trouble getting her shoe on.


"I told you, this thing is an ass to get on." Matthew briefly flinched at his daughter's sentence. "Swear."


"You sweared earlier."


"Fair enough. Now hurry up."


Cynthia half-smiled, then turned back to putting her shoe on. She still couldn't believe that her father was alive! She had watched him get shot point blank, he had fallen over and he was dead. Yet here he was. Resurrected. It was so unreal, and he was with all these people. She felt strangely intimidated by them, a feeling she rarely felt. It didn't feel good either. One of them had a leg missing. A leg! It just, wasn't on there anymore. Which brought her to her next question.


"What happened to your hand?"


Matthew sighed, and kept looking at Cynthia. "Uh, someone cut it off."


"Are they still alive?"


Matthew paused for a moment and looked at Cynthia. So much had changed since she was taken away from the bandits. He had grown harder, his hand was gone. He had a group to look over now, letting all the stress fall atop of him.


"No." He replied back, to which Cynthia did a small nod back, as she finally got her shoe on. "Agh, finally!" Cynthia spat out, then stood up to head out with her father. "Did you kill him?"


"Uh.... No, not exactly."


"What is that supposed to mean?"


"A walker grabbed him and I didn't save him."


"....Ok."


Matthew looked to his daughter with a sad face, then turned back to the door. She disapproved of him. What he did was justified though. Crawford needed to die. But the look on Cynthia's face whenever he told her that he killed him. Maybe he needed to keep his own rules about humanity. Slowly opening the door, he began to come back into the pharmacy. "Come on, let's go show you off."


"Heh."


Cynthia was smiling again, much to Matthew's glee. He smiled back. His daughter was the only thing important to him anymore, and if anybody got in the way, or dared to threaten her, well.


They'd just have to wait and see.


Matthew stepped into where the injured had been staying, Cynthia by his side. He looked over to the kid that they had pulled in yesterday. He was waking up. And he was asking for bandages. "Bandages, huh? I'm sure we have something like that around here." Matthew looked over to one of the counters and grabbed a box of them. "Let me see your arm." Matthew grabbed his arm, then quickly wrapped the cloth around the wound, then tied it in a neat bow.
 
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Aylaela slowly awoke from the floor of the pharmacy, head having come to rest on her brother'a shoulder. It was like a dream come true, a guardian she'd never think to see again.


Lifting her head, the girl viewed what was now their group, seeing the child Braeden had been with and Matthew coming downstairs. Letting out a small groan as her limbs creaked, protesting the movement, Aylaela stood. Her brother stayed sound asleep, causing her to wonder if he had gotten any sleep recently where he didn't have to keep one eye open.


Leaving him to his rest, Aylaela walked to Matthew, giving him a hesitant smile before looking to his daughter. "Hi, I'm Aylaela, Braeden's sister," she greets the child.
 
Cynthia stood back and looked at the woman who had just approached them. Now who are you? Cynthia slightly c ocked her head, but returned it straight up again once the woman said that she was Braeden's sister. "I'm Cynthia. He's my dad." She looked up at the man behind her, who was still bandaging the one kid's arm up.


Matthew looked at Aylaela, and ever so slightly smiled. "Yeah, no joke. She is my daughter. And tell your brother I said thank you. For, uh, keeping my daughter safe."
 
Last night, as soon as the others had fell asleep, he had quickly brought all their luggage indoors and set it directly beside the cash register.


As soon as the daylight started to peak through the unlocked and unblocked doors of their safe haven he had gotten up and pulled a pistol from the duffle bag.


He briefly wondered if someone would try to stop him, but then again, he had most of this all planned out.


Jon took a step to the door, turned heel and mumbled something about bathrooms and walked out, no one the wiser.
 
When the sun rose Lia couldn't sleep no more so she stood up and heard a slight thump in the ceiling tiles. Hm. She went to the pharmacy counter, climbed up and moved one of the tiles. Moving her hands in the dark space she felt something square and smooth. But it was too heavy for her "Can one of the boys come help?" She announced to the awake group


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Aylaela returned the small smile, nodding, "Gotcha Boss." The girl said the line with a hint of humor but in reality, this man was the one who she looked to for orders.


Observing the banged up boy, Aylaela felt a tinge of guilt, having left him under that shelf when she had believed they would have to leave the pharmacy. Looking past the boy, Evan and Cloe were both within the room, looking much better than before, causing an eyebrow to be raised at the sight. Though perhaps she hadn't been dreaming when the boy had come down and announced the running water.


"So I was thinking," Aylaela began. "That if we're going to stay here we should build some defenses from the dead," she suggests, hoping they could stay in this place for awhile longer. "And while we're at it, maybe sweeping some of the houses for supplies and maybe even as living spaces? Though I suppose that's up to you and everyone else when they get moving."
 
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Ryker opened his eyes and closed them almost immediatly. His head was swimming and it was as if his whole body was on fire. He struggled into a sitting position and groaned. He swung his legs off the bed and tried to stand up. Instantly he crashed to the ground landing heavily on his side. After a few curses he tried again and once again fell down hard. What the hells wrong with me he wondered flipping onto his back and panting heavily. He glanced at his left leg wondering if he'd sprained it, only it wasn't there. He stared at the bloody stump of his leg for a full minute before it came back to him. The forest, the bite, the pain. Ryker used a wall and struggled to his feet or rather his foot. He covered his eyes with his hand, what fresh hell was this.
 
So many people arrived. First the stranger was his name John, not the Jon he already knew but another person with the same name.


Then the roar of the Jeep brought back all the others, Sam wore a terrified look mirroring Ryker's confused expression. Blood was everywhere but Sam almost got used to it. Almost.


And then the reunion of Matthew's daughter, Cynthia, who had a jauntiness about her, and Aylaela's older brother, Braeden. There were so many people now and Sam had a mixture of feelings.


They all were tired, perhaps to the point of exhaustion and he decided that for once they all were reduced to a level rubble. He had prayed the night before for the safety of the pharmacy and as he slept, he slept among his fellow man.


As they rested, they dreamed, they were not threats to each other, a glance over a shoulder, a gaze upon the nape of a neck, nor shaking knees under the tensions of danger.


They were survivors, together, and maybe, Sam thought quietly as he woke up and observed the pharmacy, they would return on the quest to redeem what was left of humanity.


Sam got up, some of them still sleeping, others awake, few that looked like they didn't sleep at all. He analyzed the room.


-Evan, a young, bright, but rash boy.


-Kenny, another seemingly sickly boy around Evan's age they had found underneath a shelf


-Aylaela, a farm girl and her long lost brother, Braeden


-Matthew, father with a severed hand and his reunited daughter, Cynthia


-Hunter and Norman, the male partners


-Nathan, the gas-masked soldier


-Daisy, an innocent girl a little older than Evan


-Lia, an unstable teenage female


-Jonathan, a struggling but strong leader


-Ryker, Sam's peer who's leg had been amputated


-Neri, a survivor that joined at the has station


-Cloe, a petite and shy fiery-haired girl


- and John, the peculiar man.


They were seventeen, including himself. Sam laughed quietly to himself as he realized the motley crew they had put together was odd.


Aylaela was giving suggestions on the fortifications of the town. He entered view, rubbing his eyes.


"Good morning." Sam said openly. He looked at everyone awake, at Aylaela just a tiny second longer.


"As for defenses, we can probably set up a barricade with the abandoned cars. We'll need the jeep and some strong people." He had been out of it for too long and Sam was ready to contribute.


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The girl nodded, agreeing with the plan. She smiled slightly at Sam's mess of hair before returning her attention to Matthew.


"Do you want to tell everyone?"She asked, not wanting to move ahead without checking beforehand. "I can go and start waking people up?" She offers, since some were still fast asleep, though Aylaela didn't blame them, yesterday had been something of an ordeal.
 
Lia tried to grab the box and managed to get it and hopped off the counter. "Wow" she sat down and opened it there were a bunch of old jewelry "Aylaela look!" She went over to her and showed her wants inside the box


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Aylaela looked over at the call of her name, finding Lia standing beside her with a box in her grasp. Inside lay jewelry, though nothing that would've been of particular value before the outbreak, but small trinkets that had beauty in their own way.


"Did you find that in here?" Aylaela questioned. "Why would anyone hide this in a pharmacy," the girl pondered, picking up one of the necklaces that had a small blue stone attached.
 
Evan's eyes widened. Kenny, as he heard the boy was called, was getting his arm bandaged by Matthew. Captain one-hand obviously hadn't noticed the bite mark on Kenny's skin. He blinked, maybe he had just imagined it? He had to speak to Jon, surely he would have an answer.


He asked his revolver back from Aylaela and, without further warning, strutted out of the pharmacy to go look for Jon as he could not find him inside.


The wind toyed with his hair, the sky was a crackling blue above him. He smiled, this was a place they could live in. Some of the other houses would no doubt contain more beds and they could pick the largest house and fortify it, and maybe set up patrols. Maybe things would be normal for once, maybe he could still live the dream with Daisy and Jon and Sam and everyone else.


If Kenny hadn't been bit.


If he could find Jon...
 
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Sam nodded his head and walked to the entrance, he opened the door, the soft jingle of the bell sounded four times before settling.


Sam looked twice in both directions for zombies and then tiptoed out to the Jeep. He looked around and finally saw it crumpled against the corner, some of Ryker's blood stained the front.


Grabbing the bag, he walked a couple feet into a tourist gift shop. Even after the outbreak, the store we well stocked aside from the perishables like snacks and bottled water, everything else was untouched. Numerous plush animals, giraffes and monkeys, snow globes with a small clay bear in the center, and flowers, all fake and factory made lined the walls along with other products.


He went to the counter and picked up a stack of maps. It was of the town and mostly everything was on there.


Sam returned to the pharmacy, people starting to awaken. He spread out the maps on the center counter and said


"Here's the layout of the town. We should probably scout these places and set up some borders."


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John woke up, and noticed that everybody was getting up. Maybe it was time to leave already, before somebody started to ask questions. It was surprising that no walkers had yet reached them, but they were being really silent. People were getting together, talking to each other. It was a friendly environment. "It won't last for long", John thought. He saw the kid beneath the shelf yesterday. The boy seemed to have been bitten. Sooner or later that would be a big problem. People were gonna start to discuss about throwing the boy away or to put a bullet through his head. He didn't want to see when they would do that, but it wasn't fair to let the kid defend himself alone. Okay, he would stay, at least until the situation was resolved. But it was better to not point anything up. Maybe they wouldn't notice it. He started to think again on the road, and remembered he should really start to gather more supplies. His quiver was full of meds along with the arrows, and also some food bars, but that wouldn't be enough. He missed his backpack. Looking around, he saw an empty water bottle on the ground, next to a shelf. He got up and took it. and then walked to the bathroom. He started to washing the bottle, and looked at his face on the mirror. Next to him, he saw his wife, smiling and slowly vanishing. He smiled back, and started to fill the bottle.
 
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"It was in the roof" she pointed to the tile she removed to find the box. She smiled and looked at a charm bracelet" they're so pretty" she giggled then remembered its her birthday" ooooh I'm twenty now!" She giggled and put the bracelet on


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Aylaela quietly watched Lia as she put on the bracelet, giggling with glee. The girl may be a woman in years but her mind seemed behind, broken by this apocalyptic world.


"Well happy birthday," Aylaela told the girl, giving her what she hoped was a smile. "Mind if I share the loot?" The girl asked, holding her hand out for the box. "I'll return it right after," she promised.
 
"Happy birthday", said John, after hearing somebody mentioning a birthday, without even moving his eyes from the shelves where he searched for antibiotics. "Got cake?"
 
Lia nodded and handed Aylaela the box "there and thanks" she said to the stranger. She went and sat down beside Neri while Neri slept


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Sam gave Lia a happy birthday greeting and wondered when his own was to come.


As he remembered, he realized his birthday had past. Almost two weeks ago. Sam would find something to treat himself to later. He held on to some things of the past , among them his birthday and his family's. His sister, Olivia, if she was alive or not was supposed to celebrate hers next month. Sam cheered up at the thought.


"We should create a team for scouting and a team that stays here to clean up the pharmacy a little bit." Sam looked around..


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