Post by Autobot Sonic on Dec 3, 2014 16:14:23 GMT
Alright, here's part one of Episode 3!
PREVIOUSLY, ON NOT OUR HOME…
Clementine: I’m freezing…
Omid: Wait till we get to Wellington, then talk to me about cold.
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Winston: Where’s the rest of your group?!
Christa: I’m - I’m by myself...
Hispanic Bandit: Bullshit!
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Clementine: CHRISTA RUN!
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Pete: I’m out! You and your daughter are coming with us if you want to live!
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Rebecca: Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on? For all we know they could be working with Carver!
Pete: He said him and the girl were attacked, then she was bit by a dog.
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Luke: So since you two are pretty much on your own now, what’s your plan?
Omid: Actually, we were planning on heading out in the morning to look for our friend.
Luke: Are you sure? You know you two are more than welcome to stay here until you find your friend.
Clementine: But what about everyone else?
Luke: Then they’ll just have to deal with it.
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Nick: Shit! Lurkers!
Pete: Dammit I’m out of ammo! You three get your asses over here!
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Pete: Nick! Hold on, we’re coming!
Nick: We’ll try to find you later! Omid, let’s go!
Pete: Goddammit! NICK!
Clementine: We have to go!
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NOT OUR HOME EPISODE 3: TAINTED BLOOD
Clementine and Pete had been running for over ten minutes through the forest, with the small horde of walkers right behind them. They had been dodging trees left and right until the two came to a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a red delivery truck, with its back doors wide open.
“Quick, in there!” Pete ordered Clementine as the group hopped inside.
The walkers were just about to enter the truck when Pete slammed the doors shut, then quickly locking them afterwards.
“Well, that should keep them out there.” he said panting. “On the other side though, we can’t leave till they're gone.”
Pete then sat down on the cold metal floor of the truck, rolling up his right pant leg to examine the bite on his ankle. It was quite small for a walker bite, but the majority of the skin around it had already turned a dark grey color. Clementine had also begun to look at the bite, wondering how the two of them were going to deal with it. The walkers’ combined banging and moans
“What’re you looking at?” Pete scoffed at the little girl. “It ain’t polite to stare.”
“How does it feel?” Clementine asked him, pointing to the bite on his leg.
“Well about as bad as you think. Can’t be worse than that dog bite you’ve got there though.” he answered with a nervous laugh.
Looking around the truck, Pete noticed a sharp object on a couple of boxes stacked in the truck. Looking closer, he discovered that it was a hacksaw. It was pretty sharp, with only a few dull edges.
“Hand me that there.” He said to Clementine, pointing towards the saw.
“It’s not gonna work” the eleven year old responded, remembering back to Lee.
“How do you know?” Pete responded.
“Awhile ago my friend got bit and cut his arm off, but he still died.”
“Just because it didn’t work once doesn’t mean it won’t work at all.”
“If you say so…” Clementine warned him as she handed him the hacksaw.
“Well what’ve I got to lose? Expect for my piggly wigglies.”
Pete then rolled up most of his right pant leg and placed the saw just below his knee. He closed his eyes as he was about to begin sawing through, but let out a loud groan instead, throwing the saw to the ground.
“I’ll bleed out like a stuck pig if I cut it off now. We’ve got nothing to patch my leg up after.” Pete stated.
“I’ll see if I can find anything” Clementine told him as she walked to the front of the truck.
Walking up to the two front seats of the truck, Clementine saw that the driver’s seat was empty, but the keys were still in the ignition. She turned the keys in an attempt to move the truck, but was only met with the sound of a stalling engine.
“Sound’s like it’s out of gas.” Pete said to her.
Turning to her right, Clementine noticed a dead body slumped over in the passenger seat. His right eye was shot out, with a corresponding bullethole in the windshield right in front of the corpse. On the corpse’s lap was a cardboard box that was rather large. Lifting the box off the seat. Clementine sat it down on the floor of the truck and opened it up, noticing several rolls of bandages, as well a spool of some sort of wire. It looked strong enough to cut off blood flow if it was wrapped around someone’s arm or leg.
Clementine packed all of the items back into the box, and picked it up, carrying it over to Pete.
“Find anything useful?” he asked her.
“See for yourself” the eleven year old responded as she reopened the box, taking out the bandages and wire.
“Well I’ll be damned…” Pete replied in response to the supplies. “That just might work.”
He then took the spool of wire off the floor, using the hacksaw to cut off a long piece and wrapped it just below his right knee. The wire was so tight it was almost bruising his skin.
“Okay, you know how to do bandages right?” Pete asked Clementine as he brought the saw to his leg again.
“Yeah, but not with a cut off leg.” she responded.
“It’s almost the same, Once my leg’s off, you’re gonna wanna wrap around my knee and make sure you cover the entire cut okay? And if I can’t finish it, you’re gonna have to. You got that?”
“Uhh…..yeah okay.”
“Alright, alright...One...Two….THREE!”
Once he counted to three, Pete began to pierce the skin below his leg with the hacksaw, his cries of pain filling the truck alongside the constant banging of the walkers out. Blood was pouring out of his leg and onto the floor, beginning to pool around him. Clementine could only turn away in horror as his screams rushed through her ears. After a few moments, the screaming stopped. Hearing the hacksaw hit the ground, Clementine opened her eyes ready to bandage the wound, but the had opened wide with fear at what she had seen. Pete had fallen unconscious due to the blood loss, with half of his leg hanging off in a grotesque manner. Acting quickly, she grabbed the hacksaw off the floor and brought it to the unsawed portion of Pete’s femur. As she sawed through his flesh and bone, more and more blood was spilling out, completely soaking her hands. In a matter of seconds, the bitten leg was entirely amputated, lying on the cold hard ground in a pool of blood. Clementine then pulled out the bandages, wrapping it around the wound just like Pete had told her. As she was just about done, the open wound squirted out a little blood, which splattered over Clementine’s face. Completely disgusted by what had just happened, she quickly finished up the bandaging and searched for a rag in her backpack, wiping the blood off her face. After she was done, the eleven year old took one good look at what had happened. Sure Pete had lost a lot of blood, but his skin wasn’t turning any pale, due to the loss, so she assumed she would be fine. Looking down to the recently amputated leg, she pinched her nose at the horrid stench it emitted. She looked outside to find that most of the walkers stopped their attempt to break into the truck. Taking this chance, the eleven year old slightly opened the back doors of the truck, and threw Pete’s former right leg out of the truck and onto the ground. As she closed the door, she could hear the walkers outside devouring their new “snack”.
Turning to Pete, she gave him a slight push in an attempt to wake him up, but it was no use. He was still unconscious from all the blood he lost. Deciding to wait until he was awake. Clementine went over to the driver’s seat of the truck and sat in it, letting herself fall asleep.
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Several Hours Later…
Clementine woke up in the middle of the night. She could hear crickets chirping outside, along with the moans of what sounded like a few walkers as she let out a loud yawn. She turned around to check on Pete to see if he had regained consciousness yet. Seeing the man slumped on his side, Clementine got out of her seat and slowly approached him, worried in case he had turned during the night.
“Pete? Are you okay?” she whispered to him.
Shortly after she spoke, Pete began to moan, the sound almost sounding like that of a walker’s. Fearing the worst, Clementine quickly grabbed the hacksaw and readied herself for an attack.
Pete slowly rose up from the floor, causing the eleven-year old to raise the saw over her head, preparing to strike. When he was sitting upright, he let out a sigh, laying his back against the wall of the truck. Clementine lowered her arm as she took a look at Pete’s face, which was looking fairly healthy. He had no apparent signs of infection, with his skin being his normal peach color, and his eyes not having even a slight tint of yellow in them.
“Ugh...Holy hell that hurt…” Pete said, clutching what was left of his right leg. The bandages were holding the amputation together, with the bleeding have stopped several hours ago.
“Are you feeling okay?” Clementine asked him, placing the hacksaw on the floor.
“I...I think so…” Pete responded. “Don’t feel bit anymore if that helps.”
Pete then tried to stand up, using the wall of the truck as a crutch to help steady himself due to his missing leg. With some help from Clementine, he was able to stand almost upright, with his amputated leg hanging several inches above the floor.
“Woah...it’s like I can still feel my toes…” the old man added, moving his leg as if it was still there. “Is it clear out there?” he asked Clementine.
The eleven year old proceeded to slowly unlock and open the back doors to the truck, spotting only a few walkers roaming around the outskirts of the forest, with none of them noticing the pair inside the truck.
“Looks pretty clear.” she answered.
“Good. You get out of here now. See if you can get back to the cabin.” Pete explained to her.
“What? But what about you?”
“Are you serious? Look at me! I’d probably crush you if you tried to carry me back. Just focus on getting back to the cabin. Once you do, see if you can get Luke or someone to come out here and get me. The cabin should be about a mile or so away from here.”
“Okay. I’ll see if I can get Luke to come back for you. Just be careful okay?”
“I should be telling you that, with all those lurkers out there.”
Trying to be as quiet as she could, Clementine hopped out of the truck, making her landing barely audible to the walkers roaming around her. She then turned around and began to close the back doors of the truck shut.
“I’ll be back soon, okay?” the eleven year old told the one legged man.
“Don’t worry about me, just worry about making it back safely” He reassured her.
Clementine then completely closed the doors to the truck and began her trek into the woods, keeping an eye out for any walkers as she journeyed through the night.
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Enjoy this sneak peek, because I won't be posting the next part until the entire episode is done.
PREVIOUSLY, ON NOT OUR HOME…
Clementine: I’m freezing…
Omid: Wait till we get to Wellington, then talk to me about cold.
--------------------
Winston: Where’s the rest of your group?!
Christa: I’m - I’m by myself...
Hispanic Bandit: Bullshit!
--------------------
Clementine: CHRISTA RUN!
---------------------
Pete: I’m out! You and your daughter are coming with us if you want to live!
---------------------
Rebecca: Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on? For all we know they could be working with Carver!
Pete: He said him and the girl were attacked, then she was bit by a dog.
---------------------
Luke: So since you two are pretty much on your own now, what’s your plan?
Omid: Actually, we were planning on heading out in the morning to look for our friend.
Luke: Are you sure? You know you two are more than welcome to stay here until you find your friend.
Clementine: But what about everyone else?
Luke: Then they’ll just have to deal with it.
-----------------------
Nick: Shit! Lurkers!
Pete: Dammit I’m out of ammo! You three get your asses over here!
-----------------------
Pete: Nick! Hold on, we’re coming!
Nick: We’ll try to find you later! Omid, let’s go!
Pete: Goddammit! NICK!
Clementine: We have to go!
----------------------
NOT OUR HOME EPISODE 3: TAINTED BLOOD
Clementine and Pete had been running for over ten minutes through the forest, with the small horde of walkers right behind them. They had been dodging trees left and right until the two came to a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a red delivery truck, with its back doors wide open.
“Quick, in there!” Pete ordered Clementine as the group hopped inside.
The walkers were just about to enter the truck when Pete slammed the doors shut, then quickly locking them afterwards.
“Well, that should keep them out there.” he said panting. “On the other side though, we can’t leave till they're gone.”
Pete then sat down on the cold metal floor of the truck, rolling up his right pant leg to examine the bite on his ankle. It was quite small for a walker bite, but the majority of the skin around it had already turned a dark grey color. Clementine had also begun to look at the bite, wondering how the two of them were going to deal with it. The walkers’ combined banging and moans
“What’re you looking at?” Pete scoffed at the little girl. “It ain’t polite to stare.”
“How does it feel?” Clementine asked him, pointing to the bite on his leg.
“Well about as bad as you think. Can’t be worse than that dog bite you’ve got there though.” he answered with a nervous laugh.
Looking around the truck, Pete noticed a sharp object on a couple of boxes stacked in the truck. Looking closer, he discovered that it was a hacksaw. It was pretty sharp, with only a few dull edges.
“Hand me that there.” He said to Clementine, pointing towards the saw.
“It’s not gonna work” the eleven year old responded, remembering back to Lee.
“How do you know?” Pete responded.
“Awhile ago my friend got bit and cut his arm off, but he still died.”
“Just because it didn’t work once doesn’t mean it won’t work at all.”
“If you say so…” Clementine warned him as she handed him the hacksaw.
“Well what’ve I got to lose? Expect for my piggly wigglies.”
Pete then rolled up most of his right pant leg and placed the saw just below his knee. He closed his eyes as he was about to begin sawing through, but let out a loud groan instead, throwing the saw to the ground.
“I’ll bleed out like a stuck pig if I cut it off now. We’ve got nothing to patch my leg up after.” Pete stated.
“I’ll see if I can find anything” Clementine told him as she walked to the front of the truck.
Walking up to the two front seats of the truck, Clementine saw that the driver’s seat was empty, but the keys were still in the ignition. She turned the keys in an attempt to move the truck, but was only met with the sound of a stalling engine.
“Sound’s like it’s out of gas.” Pete said to her.
Turning to her right, Clementine noticed a dead body slumped over in the passenger seat. His right eye was shot out, with a corresponding bullethole in the windshield right in front of the corpse. On the corpse’s lap was a cardboard box that was rather large. Lifting the box off the seat. Clementine sat it down on the floor of the truck and opened it up, noticing several rolls of bandages, as well a spool of some sort of wire. It looked strong enough to cut off blood flow if it was wrapped around someone’s arm or leg.
Clementine packed all of the items back into the box, and picked it up, carrying it over to Pete.
“Find anything useful?” he asked her.
“See for yourself” the eleven year old responded as she reopened the box, taking out the bandages and wire.
“Well I’ll be damned…” Pete replied in response to the supplies. “That just might work.”
He then took the spool of wire off the floor, using the hacksaw to cut off a long piece and wrapped it just below his right knee. The wire was so tight it was almost bruising his skin.
“Okay, you know how to do bandages right?” Pete asked Clementine as he brought the saw to his leg again.
“Yeah, but not with a cut off leg.” she responded.
“It’s almost the same, Once my leg’s off, you’re gonna wanna wrap around my knee and make sure you cover the entire cut okay? And if I can’t finish it, you’re gonna have to. You got that?”
“Uhh…..yeah okay.”
“Alright, alright...One...Two….THREE!”
Once he counted to three, Pete began to pierce the skin below his leg with the hacksaw, his cries of pain filling the truck alongside the constant banging of the walkers out. Blood was pouring out of his leg and onto the floor, beginning to pool around him. Clementine could only turn away in horror as his screams rushed through her ears. After a few moments, the screaming stopped. Hearing the hacksaw hit the ground, Clementine opened her eyes ready to bandage the wound, but the had opened wide with fear at what she had seen. Pete had fallen unconscious due to the blood loss, with half of his leg hanging off in a grotesque manner. Acting quickly, she grabbed the hacksaw off the floor and brought it to the unsawed portion of Pete’s femur. As she sawed through his flesh and bone, more and more blood was spilling out, completely soaking her hands. In a matter of seconds, the bitten leg was entirely amputated, lying on the cold hard ground in a pool of blood. Clementine then pulled out the bandages, wrapping it around the wound just like Pete had told her. As she was just about done, the open wound squirted out a little blood, which splattered over Clementine’s face. Completely disgusted by what had just happened, she quickly finished up the bandaging and searched for a rag in her backpack, wiping the blood off her face. After she was done, the eleven year old took one good look at what had happened. Sure Pete had lost a lot of blood, but his skin wasn’t turning any pale, due to the loss, so she assumed she would be fine. Looking down to the recently amputated leg, she pinched her nose at the horrid stench it emitted. She looked outside to find that most of the walkers stopped their attempt to break into the truck. Taking this chance, the eleven year old slightly opened the back doors of the truck, and threw Pete’s former right leg out of the truck and onto the ground. As she closed the door, she could hear the walkers outside devouring their new “snack”.
Turning to Pete, she gave him a slight push in an attempt to wake him up, but it was no use. He was still unconscious from all the blood he lost. Deciding to wait until he was awake. Clementine went over to the driver’s seat of the truck and sat in it, letting herself fall asleep.
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Several Hours Later…
Clementine woke up in the middle of the night. She could hear crickets chirping outside, along with the moans of what sounded like a few walkers as she let out a loud yawn. She turned around to check on Pete to see if he had regained consciousness yet. Seeing the man slumped on his side, Clementine got out of her seat and slowly approached him, worried in case he had turned during the night.
“Pete? Are you okay?” she whispered to him.
Shortly after she spoke, Pete began to moan, the sound almost sounding like that of a walker’s. Fearing the worst, Clementine quickly grabbed the hacksaw and readied herself for an attack.
Pete slowly rose up from the floor, causing the eleven-year old to raise the saw over her head, preparing to strike. When he was sitting upright, he let out a sigh, laying his back against the wall of the truck. Clementine lowered her arm as she took a look at Pete’s face, which was looking fairly healthy. He had no apparent signs of infection, with his skin being his normal peach color, and his eyes not having even a slight tint of yellow in them.
“Ugh...Holy hell that hurt…” Pete said, clutching what was left of his right leg. The bandages were holding the amputation together, with the bleeding have stopped several hours ago.
“Are you feeling okay?” Clementine asked him, placing the hacksaw on the floor.
“I...I think so…” Pete responded. “Don’t feel bit anymore if that helps.”
Pete then tried to stand up, using the wall of the truck as a crutch to help steady himself due to his missing leg. With some help from Clementine, he was able to stand almost upright, with his amputated leg hanging several inches above the floor.
“Woah...it’s like I can still feel my toes…” the old man added, moving his leg as if it was still there. “Is it clear out there?” he asked Clementine.
The eleven year old proceeded to slowly unlock and open the back doors to the truck, spotting only a few walkers roaming around the outskirts of the forest, with none of them noticing the pair inside the truck.
“Looks pretty clear.” she answered.
“Good. You get out of here now. See if you can get back to the cabin.” Pete explained to her.
“What? But what about you?”
“Are you serious? Look at me! I’d probably crush you if you tried to carry me back. Just focus on getting back to the cabin. Once you do, see if you can get Luke or someone to come out here and get me. The cabin should be about a mile or so away from here.”
“Okay. I’ll see if I can get Luke to come back for you. Just be careful okay?”
“I should be telling you that, with all those lurkers out there.”
Trying to be as quiet as she could, Clementine hopped out of the truck, making her landing barely audible to the walkers roaming around her. She then turned around and began to close the back doors of the truck shut.
“I’ll be back soon, okay?” the eleven year old told the one legged man.
“Don’t worry about me, just worry about making it back safely” He reassured her.
Clementine then completely closed the doors to the truck and began her trek into the woods, keeping an eye out for any walkers as she journeyed through the night.
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Enjoy this sneak peek, because I won't be posting the next part until the entire episode is done.
Happy 10th Anniversary to The Walking Dead Game 
