Got ourselves a little 'un here. I started doing a Let's Play of The Walking Dead (Great game, go check it out if you haven't already) with Lee as a total jerk, but then I started to think I wasn't really nailing what parts of Lee's character are set by the game, so I kinda gave up fairly quickly.
Ah well, have the unfinished result. No real spoiler risk since it's only of the first ten minutes or so, but hey.
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- If I had known that this was how my life was going to end up, sat handcuffed in the back of a cops car? I wouldve never married. Fuck that bitch and the asshole she died with.
My name is Lee Everett, as good as that is to me now. I had a career, taught history at the university, but all that went out the window along with my wifes pants (hell, should that be ex-wife now) when I came home and caught her in the bed with the senator. Shit, I didnt even know he was a senator until the police arrested me, but that didnt mean shit to me at the time. She was supposed to be my wife, and thats why I catch her fucking some other guy?
Whatever happened after that, I didnt give a shit then and I dont give a shit now. All that matters is that Im still heading to the big house, and god knows Im not cut out for that life. Guess for the next three life sentences, Id better keep my head off.
Well then, I reckon you didnt do it.
It was the first thing Id heard from the old ass cop driving me to jail. Id figured he wouldnt say anything; much less tell me he thought I was innocent. He was the first guy whod said it to me though, so I figured Id give him a chance.
What makes you say that? I asked him. I really did wonder what made him so sure, considering they found the corpses in my bed. God knows that Id have thought I did it if I were this guy. Turns out it was because people in my position, driving down the highway out of Atlanta and into prison always started screaming they didnt do it. Every time.
I humoured the fucker whilst he went on about his family and asked me about my wife, told me I married the wrong sort of woman (I couldve socked him one right there if I wasnt still cuffed up in the back of his cruiser), but he just went on and on about some nut who cut up someone and then pretended he never did it. I tuned out long ago: I was already on the road to hell, it wasnt like I needed to suffer all the way down the motherfucking river Styx.
Whilst he blabbed on, I killed time staring out the window. Seemed like a lot of cops were heading back into the city, even saw me a helicopter going in too, but honest to god why the hell should I have cared? I had had enough fun dealing with the police for the last few months, now it seemed they were everywhere I turned. Maybe thats how all convicted criminals saw it, or maybe it was just me.
Either way, I didnt need to be a serial killer to see the girl walking out in the middle of the road as our car drove straight into her.
When I was ten, I was riding in the car with my dad when we were in an accident after some asshole cut us off. Back then all wed done was wind up wrapped around a lamp post, but my dad had still wound up with enough damage to his leg that he still walked with a cane the last time I saw him. They never did catch the fucker that cut us off either.
Compared to what the cops cruiser went through, that was a walk in the park. The car span right off the road and into the woods, rolling over off the road as I was thrown against the roof and floor, like I was in a tumble dryer on fast spin. The old dude in front of me had it just as bad, his medical kit and taser flying around with him, but I blacked out so fast after my head slammed into the roof that I didnt even feel us stop moving.
Next thing I knew, I was staring at that same cops corpse.
I hurt all over, but nowhere near as bad as my knee did. Thoughts of my crippled dad sprung to my mind, but only for a second, as I saw my dead officer buddy outside. I tried calling out to him, I hadnt noticed just how still he was at first, but the trail of blood leading from the car to his body clued me in pretty fast. I noticed he had his shotgun out too, whatever the hell he had needed it out for. Im no police officer, just in case that wasnt obvious, but Im pretty sure standard crash procedure doesnt involve getting out the 12-gauge.
Unfortunately, my hands were still cuffed and I was still locked in the back. Damn police security, always trying to stop criminals escaping. Still, if there wasnt another cop coming any time soon, you couldnt blame a guy for taking the chance to end his sentence early.
It took me a while to kick my way through the police window (stupid kids always thinking they break in one blow), but dragging my sorry ass out of there was even tougher. My knee screamed out like a bitch when I fell to the ground, but I was able to right myself without too much more trouble than Id have expected if Id known much about medicine.
Shit, out of all the jobs that couldve helped me flee the law, I went and decided to be a history teacher.
I hobbled around the car, finding the shotgun that Officer Dead had brought out with him. Wouldve served me well in my new life of being a fugitive, but my hands were still cuffed up and bending over to pick the damn thing up almost tore my leg clean in half. Fortunately, the officer had the keys to my handcuffs in his back pocket.
I dropped them as I was trying to free my hands the first time, fell right by the officers face. Shit! I cursed; if he was going to decide now that he was still alive, it wouldve been like someone had walked in on me robbing a bank with the blowtorch in hand. Fortunately he didnt even blink, and after quickly grabbing for the keys again my hands were finally free.
Thats when he changed his mind about being dead.
At first I t was just a groan; I wouldve dismissed it if I wasnt already on edge, but after that his hand twitched too. Shit. I cursed again, at that point ready to be arrested by the poor fucker and have an extra twenty years put on my sentence. What I wasnt ready for was the fucker, half of his face missing with nothing but a bit of flesh hanging off his skull to spring at me.
I backed away on my ass as his dead face kept staring at me, but the police cruiser pissed me off once again as I found my back to it. Get away from me! I yelled at him, for all the fat lot of good it did as the fucker kept crawling towards me. I grabbed for the shotgun again, hands free and ready to blow his head off, but all that came from pulling the trigger was an impotent click. If Id joined the army I mightve been able to tell if there was a safety trigger on or something, but lucky for me, I correctly assumed it was out of ammo as the dead officer kept crawling at me with a hungry look in his eye.
I couldve turned it around and bashed his skull in, but a nearby bright red shotgun shell convinced me otherwise. I fumbled for it, fumbled again when I tried to load the gun the first time, but as my heart kept beating whilst the officer crawled at me, I finally loaded the shell into the gun and aimed it straight for the assholes head.
Dont make me do this! I yelled, giving him the only warning the fucker was ever going to get, before I pulled the trigger and sent whatever the fuck he was by then straight back to hell in a spray of lead.
As his headless body slumped down, my breath caught in my throat: Id just murdered an officer.
Because my day hadnt been shitty enough, I saw a figure out in the distance. Great, a witness, just the shit I needed after Id blown some poor but fucking crazy officers head off. I had to think fast, so I said the first thing that came to mind: Help! Theres been a shooting! I said, not lying, but praying in my pants that she hadnt seen me doing the shooting. Instead, whoever it was, they just ran off instead. Knowing my luck, now the police knew where I was and that Id killed a cop.
I sat there for a moment; my breath was still pulsing at the combined fear of being attacked by some god knows what it was monster, and the fact that I was going to be arrested soon, when the noises began. Moans, groans, all the sorts of noises the former police officer had made when hed gotten back up, and they were coming from everywhere.
I struggled back to my feet, my leg still screaming whilst I forced it up. Turns out that the officer wasnt the only one suffering from whatever the fuck it was that had made him go mad, because all of a sudden I was surrounded by all sorts of people whos skin was coming off, limbs were missing, and I swear to god one of them had her intestines hanging right out. So I did the only thing I could do, and ran for my goddamn life.
I couldnt move fast on my busted leg, but the monsters didnt move fast either. I just ran in the same direction Id seen that figure, everywhere else blocked off by trees or hills or monsters, until I eventually came up to the sort of fence youd see lining someones back yard. I didnt even have time to swear again, as I hauled myself up and over that piece of wood and out of the monsters' way.
Yeah, I had no idea what was going on.
Course I've only finished one episode so far, so it's not like I couldn't go in and fill in the rest of it, but I don't really want to write a story with my Lee not being anything like what parts of Lee are canon.