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

Braeden nods, showing John the knife he had. "I always carry more than one weapon," he says, always having been careful. Looking around at their small group, Braeden turns toward Wickford's other builds.


"So are we going on not?"
 
"I'll just assume everybody is set them", said John, on a serious tone, to everyone there. "Let's head north, and split in two groups as soon as we find ourselves downtown. Some will go through the market main street and some will go through the residential street. Let's just go", John walked ahead. That idead could be terrible. Going through the market would be suicide in big cities, but that wasn't the case for Wickford, so who knows?Maybe that wouldn't be such a big problem, maybe there wasn't much more walkers there anymore. The residential street... The houses could be filled with walkers, if the streets weren't. This was going to be a problem for later. Right now, he had to think about the state of the city hall.
 
"I think we're ready to go." Matthew began slightly nudging Cynthia outside, and he peered into the glaring sunlight. The group the two were in was a strange one. The army man with a katana, the slightly eerie man with glasses, insanity girl, and a greaser. Oh well. Matthew follows after John, as they began heading deeper into the city. "So, who's going where?" He asked openly, and looked at the stores the alleyways going by them. The town looked pretty crummy. The best word to describe it, would be "ghetto."
 
"I'll be going through market street", John answered, pointing to northeast. "It's probably more dangerous. I'll leave it to you guys who else goes where".
 
"Well, if Market is more dangerous, me and Cynthia are headed to the residential area." Matthew looked down at Cynthia, who shrugged and mouthed "Okay." He then waited beside her for the others to come back with their answers. Whoever came with them, he would soon see.
 
Nathan smiles inside his gas mask -Being brave wont get you anywhere- he thought. "Hey John, I'll go with you. I'm an experienced survivalist and I served with the Spec Ops after all" he says
 
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Braeden looked between the small family and John, deciding he'd rather help a father with his daughter than an upfront man who seemed to have it covered.


Approaching the two, he offered his hand to Matthew, "I'm Braeden. You got a real good kid there," he tells the man, giving Cynthia a smile. "If you don't mind I think I'll stick with you two."
 
It had been a couple of minutes, but he hadn't gone far. He had settled for a hardware store across the way, relatively close. As soon as he had crossed into the building, he had done the smart thing, checked for walkers.


Perhaps having the best luck he had had all week, he found none within the confines of the shop. Jon took it in stride, and gathered a portion of the surprising amount of tools left and stuffed it all into a plastic shopping bag. He took the time to gather a large amount of nails scattered on the floor.


With the contents slung over his back, he made his way back, crossed through an alley and was back before anyone noticed.


Evan was in front of the pharmacy when he got back. Jon, the attempted leader, rustled his hair quickly before stepping inside to the masses.


With the contents of his trip dumped onto the cash till, he called out to the others. "So, we gonna build a wall or what?"
 
Matthew gladly took Braeden's hand with a smile. "Matthew. And I can't say I thank you enough for saving my daughter. And yes, she is quite the kid." He looked at Cynthia, then reverted his gaze back to Braeden. "I'm guessing that Lia, or the brown haired girl over there, is going with those two." Matthew turned around to face the area where they were going.


Residential. Him and Cynthia started walking alongside Braeden, and began conversation. "So, I think Aylaela said that you were her brother? If so, that's quite the coincidence that you were traveling with Cynthia too.
 
"I have a younger sister, Olivia and an older brother, Damien. I just don't know where they are.." Sam fell silent, then he said to her,


"Best to be hopeful." Jon returned with tools and materials.


"We should probably go build the wall." He gestured to the street.


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Aylaela nodded, hope was one of the few things left in this world worth anything.


Jon returned, though she hadn't seen him leave in the first place, with tools of all sorts, talking about a wall.


"Where exactly are we going to build it though? Are we staying in this pharmacy or what?" She inquired, not snidely, but searching for answers.


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Walking along with the two, Braeden mentally filed away the girl's name, attempting to keep up with all the new information.


"Yeah, I was just thinking the same myself earlier," he comments. "It's a small world after all, huh?"
 
"So, we gonna build a wall or what?"


Evan casted a worried look at Jon, but was soon distracted by the bag of supplies. He dropped to one knee and rummaged through the bag of tools. "What's this?" he pulled out a crescent wrench, "and this?" he held up a set of pliers. No matter how eager he was to help Jon, he remembered why he'd been looking for the man to begin with. He stood up, shot an apologetic glance at Aylaela, who hadn't spoken ill or good of his actions the previous night, and edged towards Jon. "Can we speak in private for a second?"
 
"Can we speak in private for a second?"





Evan wanted to talk to him. Oh boy it was probably about last night, about all the madness and the insanity. He rather missed the momentary curiosity he exhibited towards the tools. Nonetheless, he would hear him out, no matter what he said.


"Sure, how about by the freezers over there, " he pointed to the row of them over by the far wall. With a hop and a scuttle he moved on over to them.


*Whadya need Ev?" he asked.
 
"Whadya need Ev?"


He eagerly followed Jon, if he hadn't known him for his insane moment aswell, Evan would've thought he was the coolest guy on the block. Ev, now that was nickname he could life by. Soon enough, they were hidden from sight, and hopefully out of hearing range too. Making sure that no one was eavesdropping on them, Evan stood on his toes and whispered into Jon's ear. "Kenny has been bit."


He retreated a step, to let the words sink in, and glanced anxiously left and right. "What do we do?" he said in a low voice. "I saw the bite mark when Matthew patched him up. We can't just shoot him, can we? He doesn't look very feverish either, but I woke up next to him this morning Jon. What if he'd turned in his sleep?" Evan shivered at the thought. Getting your guts teared out by a walker was gruesome enough as it was, but being torn apart in your sleep was even more horrendous. "Should we tell the rest?"
 
Lia followed after John. She looked at some of the old buildings, some were broken down some were still in tact. She looked over at Matthew, Cynthia and Braeden. She could tell by the way they looked at her, how everyone looked at her, that she was crazy. She might be, she needed to prove that she isnt. Which might just take a while.


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Firstly, he didn't know anyone named Kenny, secondly, the answer to the last question was obvious. Evan was scared, but Jon felt that he could take the realities of this new world.


Jon set a knee on the floor, choosing his words carefully. "When you get bitten, you should tell those you would endanger." There was vastly more to the question. "If it really is a walker bite, we amputate, and wait to see what happens. I know its not really my right to say any of this, but the fact is, if someone puts the group at danger, we cannot let them stay here with us."


He took in a breath, allowing Evan to think on his words as he thought on what else to say. "I would like to give him the benefit of the doubt though, we should question him first, then take the necessary actions to protect the safety of the group."


"Okay?"
 
"Okay?"


Evan averted his gaze. Already his dream to settle down and live a normal life was being challenged. Already they were running into complications. But he wouldn't give up so easily, there had to be a solution. There always was. "I am not sure," he said. "We should put him in a separate room at least, so he can't infect anyone else." It was hard to counter Jon's reasonable assessment of the situation, but there was a risk to it that Evan didn't like. Slowly, he nodded and smiled a little. "Speaking about rooms," he began as he headed back, "I think there's some people working on finding a better place to stay. Something easy to defend, like a library or the local high school. I was thinking we could crack the pavement open and use that in our wall."
 
John looked around as he walked towards the market street. Nathan and the crazy girl were following him. Nathan seemed like a responsible fellow, and the girl seemed like she could take care of herself. If the market of a small city was as slow he had imagined, they should be alright. The streets were empty, except for the few occasional walkers, which he handled just fine. What bothered him the most was the fact of how silent the city was, without the moaning. Just the loud void. The absence of smell and the usual sound of suffering just didn't seemed to exist there. Maybe that was a right place to start. Although, his eyes sent different messages to him, telling him that he was being fooled by his ears and nose. The city was crushed, and it looked like a city a little far away from ground zero of an atomic bomb. It scared him, it took a lot to scare him nowadays. That was weird. That whole silence was just suspicious. Affraid that he would have an attack thinking about that, he turned around to the two that were following him.


"So, what's the name of you guys anyway?"
 
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Jeff was on his last legs. He hadn't eaten in days cause of mishaps left and right. He was exhausted. He made it to a residential area that seemed clear enough from walkers. He searched house from house to find food. He could only curse his luck. After going out, he walked along the sidewalk to notice three figures along the way. There were two adults and a child. He was thinking that he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes. To even further his disbelief, it was someone he knew! He rushed his pace as much as he could.


"Matt!" he called and reached out in a meek manner before stumbling and fainting from exhaustion a little distance from them.
 
At the sound a a yell, Braeden's hand went to his holster, empty due to the girl. Cursing he saw a man ahead faint, looking gaunt and pale. The man seemed sick and unhealthy, causing Braeden worry. Did the man just pass out, or die right before their eyes? At the thought, the man gripped his knife all the tighter.


Cynthia and he had been fine before this, and Braeden couldn't help but wonder if trouble followed this group like a magnet.


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Leaning against the counter next to Sam, Aylaela observed Evan and Jon talking together, seeing a tension in the young boy's shoulders. Soon they returned, speaking of concrete, and she decided to inquire about it later, if he wanted to share.


"So are we going to chitchat all day about doing something, or are we going to do it?" The girl said with a smile, anxious to get up some sort of defense.
 
"Yep, I guess you could say something like that." Matthew replied to Braeden, but was stopped once he heard the sound of his own name.


"Matt!"





No way. No, goddamn way. It was Jeff. He was just stumbling around in the road, falling over and fainting. "Jeff?!" Matthew began walking towards the man's unconscious body, while Cynthia followed closely behind. "Do you know him?" She asked.


"Yeah, I think so."
 
Kenny walked in. "Your talking about my bite aren't you?" He asked. "I honestly don't know what this is." Kenny said. "I was drunk one day and a blurry figure slowly came at me. I pulled out my switchblade but it bit me." he explained. "I fell on the pavement and passed out. The next day I woke up in the street." He looked down and then looked back up. "Listen I don't know if its a walker bite, but you aren't gonna lock me up. Just give me my stuff and the birth control pills and I will be on my way."
 
As Aylaela appeared next to him, she asked about the wall. It didn't seem like much work was being done and Sam was eager to start on it. He nodded his head in agreement.


As Sam left he went to push over Aylaela softly with his shoulder. He didn't turn around but he grinned.


"You feeling like you wanna build some walls today?" Sam added.


He went to the back of the store and found three wooden flat dollies. He grabbed some nails, a hammer and four wooden planks and improved the Dolly's design. The idea was he could find all the sturdy cars as part of a roadblock or defense. The dollies would be useful for moving them cars.


That life, that normalcy that once was, Sam yearned for. All he wanted was his life back. Just once, he wished he could sleep without checking for walkers first or making sure walls were sturdy. Maybe it was here and the thought brought warmth to his heart.


Sam lingered in that fantasy until reality smacked him in his face. He knew the world was gone and with it any chances of finishing college, finding a job, starting a family. Sam just tsked and headed out.


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Ryker was sweating profusely and panting heavily. His leg had wobbled as the red headed woman forced him back into bed but the second she turned around he pushed himself up. He used the wall next to him to support his weight and he began making his way down the stairs. Every step he took he had to remind himself he was missing a leg. This resulted in a kind of drunken hopping motion that might have been funny if Ryker hadn't been dosed with sweat by the time he reached the stairs. He clung to the railing as he descended trying to remain up right. On the last few steps his grip faltered and he pitched forward.


His whole body throbbed after the fall but he pulled himself up, once again using the wall. He saw Sam, Evan, and Aylaela, his gaze resting on the later. All sorts of emotions swirled inside him ,anger, confusion, rage, and bitterness, to name a few. He made an attempt to call out but his voice came out in a inchoherant gurgle. Suddenly his head began to swim again and he slumped against the floor. His entire body was saturated in sweat and he had to fight to remain conscious. Ryker steeled his resolve and bore a hole through Aylaela's back with his eyes hoping she'd turn and meet his murderous stare.
 
Jeff woke up after a moment of weakness. With his vision still blurry, he saw the trio walking towards him. He tried to collect himself. He tried to stand up but as soon as he got on his knees, he fell again. He tried again. After standing, he was still in a daze and off-balance. He was about to fall down but he held his knees and tried to stop them from shaking. After a while, his vision was coming back.


"Bloody hell, it is you..." he said as the trio drew nearer. "I-I'm really tired man... Water'd be nice..." Jeff wouldve been sweating if he had anything left to sweat.
 
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