Deep In Danger (An 'In Harm's Way AU)
So, while I was surprised by (and liked) Episode 3, it went in a direction that I didn't expect from Telltale, and I also felt that the episode was rushed and the characters underdeveloped. Of course, that doesn't mean that it wasn't good.
That's why I've decided to make a little fan-fic-thing where I try and retread the episode with alterations I think might be better instead of bitching about the direction the company's taken. In the wait for the next episode, I thought instead of ranting, I might as well bide the time improving my writing skills (which are currently nonexistent, but hey, you can only go up from there, right?) and forming my own story.
Since this is all for fun anyway, I'll post a link to a pol at the end of each post where people can rate what I've written. I might even put choice polls.
Well, that's it. First part'll be up soon, and it'd be nice if you guys could rate it. Thanks!
That's why I've decided to make a little fan-fic-thing where I try and retread the episode with alterations I think might be better instead of bitching about the direction the company's taken. In the wait for the next episode, I thought instead of ranting, I might as well bide the time improving my writing skills (which are currently nonexistent, but hey, you can only go up from there, right?) and forming my own story.
Since this is all for fun anyway, I'll post a link to a pol at the end of each post where people can rate what I've written. I might even put choice polls.
Well, that's it. First part'll be up soon, and it'd be nice if you guys could rate it. Thanks!
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The moth was absolutely still, unmoving on the bark. It would occasionally flutter it's wings, making a slight buzz every time. I reached out, and it started to fly away. Actually, it wasn't a buzz as much as a very quiet, high-pitched, fast-forwarded helicopter-rotor sou-
"You about done over there?"
Troy looked directly at me straight in the eyes, with very little regard for decency. He turned his rifle slightly in my direction, and then waved it back towards the van, as if threatening us to hurry up. He wasn't very nice, that was for sure. Kenny had been pretty cranky during the walk to the van, and Troy had hit him with the butt of his rifle every time he said a word. He'd tied his hands up harder than the rest, when we finally managed to loosen it the skin there was red, torn, and there was some inflammation.
The bushes rustled.
I flinched. After almost two years with Christa, and the sixteen months with her alone, I'd thought I'd be used to it. I wasn't. You never get used to it.
Sarah walked out of the bushes. Since she'd had a lot of stew (peaches and beans, gross) back at the cabin, she was... full, to say the least. The bumpy truck ride didn't help either.
"Yeah! One second..."
*She looked at me.*
"Thanks for coming with me. It's scary out here..."
She knew I had to, right?
"I know they made you."
*Oh.*
"It's still nice that you came."
Sarah was a sweet girl. She was really weird, and she thought we were the same age when I first met her, but she was nice. We'd pinky sweared, uh, swore, to be friends. I guess it was true.
"We're friends... friends look out for one another."
We were friends.
"We are, aren't we... Well, if you need to pee, let me know. I'll keep lookout for you, too."
"Uh, okay."
Like I said, she was weird.
Troy saw us coming. "Everything come out all right, girls?"
He smirked, like this was some sort of sick joke to him. I hated him.
Carver wasted no time. "Troy, get 'em tied up."
"Will do..."
He started tying Sarah's hands. He wasn't very gentle.
Carver was talking on the radio, probably with one of his camp-buddies. Sounded like we were thirty minutes out. It'd been a long day, and I was looking forward to getting off the truck. Not that the camp sounded too inviting. Carver said something about emotions running high. *Well, what did you expect?*.
He caught me staring. "It's not polite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, little girl."
"It looks like a radio I used to have."
He smiled. No, it wasn't a smile. A smile was warm and friendly. This was... terrifying. Just one look at his face let you know something twisted was going on behind that face.
"Look, Clementine, was it? You know how a shepherd tends to his flock? Well, this is like that. Only I'm the shepherd, and you're the sheep. I'm supposed to take care of you. But if a sheep gets in the shepherd's way when he's tending to his flock, he won't hesitate to give it a good smack."
He raised his hand, as if preparing to hit me, and stared. I stared right back.
"BOO!"
I recoiled back, tripped and shrieked as I fell. He was laughing. What was wrong with him?
"I gotta admit, you got guts, kid." He suddenly stopped. "But don't test me again, child; I'll pass every time." He turned to head away.
"Tie her up and throw her in with the rest of 'em."
Bonnie came and gave me a hand up. Troy pulled me over, and tied my hands. It was looser than before. Whether that was kindness or simply carelessness, I couldn't tell. He proceeded to shove me into the van. Definitely not kindness there.
Sarita was the first to say something. "Clementine, are you okay?"
Kenny seemed concerned. "What did he do to you, Clem? Did he hurt you? Hey, what happened?" He turned to look Troy, who was about to shut the van up. "Hey! HEY!"
**END of part 1.**
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