TWD Season 4 Fan Fiction. Ep 1(Friendly Face) Chapter 1 (Hello)
I decided to make a pretty big fanfic. I don't know how much I could do, but I might just type in my spare time.
May have grammatical mistakes or some inconsistencies.
This story takes place one year after the events of The Walking Dead: A New Frontier.
Story written after S3E2 so some characters that may have died later on in the season might still be alive.
You read as the protagonist, Lewis. The story is not tailored by how you read.
The Walking Dead: Season Four
Episode One: Friendly Face
Chapter One: Hello
I checked the pockets of the walker before moving on. Once again, empty. I didn’t expect much from today. I have scavenged this area of the forest dozens of times. I hoped I was as lucky as yesterday, when I managed to catch two hares. Both of them were decently sized, and I already skinned them and salted the meat. Although I disliked the taste, at least it wasn’t canned food. I was happy to have the cans in the house, the food inside was tasteless, and was unpleasant to eat.
I continued moving through the forest, not bothering to have my gun out. Usually I wouldn’t even bring it with me, but today I was hoping to check out the ruined town of Ussav. Ussav, like many other towns made up of survivors, has fallen. The bandits always destroy these types of towns, especially those that let anyone in without asking. Ussav was one of these types of towns. It was destroyed after bandits opened the gates when a walker horde was passing. Two weeks have gone since the attack, and I decided to risk it and check out if any supplies were still left intact.
A growl from ahead got my attention. There was another walker ahead of me. Strange. Usually this part of the woods was clear of the dead. I grabbed my survival knife out of my pocket and unsheathed it. I waited for the walker to get close. A quick kick to the knee brought it to the ground. I quickly finished the walker off with a quick blow and then searched the corpse. Nothing to be found in the front pockets, but after searching the back pocket I found four batteries. I quickly grabbed them and put them in my camo backpack. I looked at the walker. It seemed to have been a girl, but I couldn’t see her face as she was lying face down. The walker had a white cap on her head. Brushing away the dirt revealed a bloody stain and a big letter D. I guessed it was a symbol of some sports team, but since I was never interested in sports, I wouldn’t know. And anyways, I couldn’t care less about the past. I decided to put it on.
Having made sure that I haven’t missed anything, I stood up and continued my journey. I travelled by the path for an hour until I reached a small wall. This was an unfinished project of Ussav. They had a vision of a giant wall surrounding the area around the town. A lack of resources to build from meant that they had to stop building. It was unusually quiet around. I expected to hear the growls from walkers in the town, but all was silent. This could be bad news, as it meant someone has already cleared the horde out and scavenged the town, but I was happy I didn’t have to deal with more walkers than I had to.
I walked up to the walls of the town. They were rather high and made of giant metal sheets. Wooden beams supported them from the other side. I walked along the fence, looking for an opening. After two minutes I found it. One of the wooden beams has collapsed inwards, creating a sort of ramp with the metal sheet. I climbed up the ramp. If I wanted to go into the town I had to drop down about three or four metres. That meant I wouldn’t be able to get out this way. Guess I had to risk it.
I jumped down, landing on a mattress. Someone has already been here, and more than once. The town consisted upgraded caravans in big roads. Most of these were never inhabited, but used to separate the rows and act as walls. There were lots of plastic tarps draped from caravan to caravan, forming a sort of roof. Little tables and chairs stood outside some of the housings, but haven’t been used in a while. There was dried blood smeared against the doors and windows of the caravans. Dead walkers were lying everywhere. At least I hoped they were dead. I took out my knife just in case.
I entered the first RV. It was obvious someone has already passed through. I hoped there was still some stuff left somewhere. I opened all the cabinets and drawers, but found nothing. I checked the next caravan in the line. This one wasn’t searched as thoroughly, and I managed to get myself some kind of Chocolate bar. It was something at least. I exited the RV and looked down the row. There were about 10 more RVs to search. All of them had their doors opened, so I decided not to bother and check another row.
The next row looked more promising. The doors weren’t all open. I jumped into the first RV, and having opened only one cupboard, found a box of bullets. Shaking it made a loud sound. I checked inside and was surprised to find 13 rounds. I checked the other drawers and found three forks, a small flashlight with batteries and couple of plasters. A great find. I put everything in my bag pack.
“Turn around,”- a voice behind me commanded.
I did so without hesitation. I’ve been in these situations before. It was simple. Just remain calm and everything would be alright. If they wanted to kill you they would’ve shot me already. I looked up at the person. They spoke again: “That’s my hat.” I couldn’t move. It seemed to be a girl. She had some sort of bandana covering her face. I stared at her for a long time. “Give me my hat!”- I stopped daydreaming and took the cap off of my head. “I found it on one of the walkers,” I replied. She snatched the cap out of my hand and put it on. “Was it a girl?”. I found myself staring again. I nodded in response, unable to talk. It was weird. This never happened to me before. Perhaps going a month without any interaction has taken its toll.
“Give me your bag,” – she said in the calmest voice possible. She seemed to have done this before, and many times. I didn’t want to give away my belongings. I slowly moved one hand towards my pistol, while pretending to take off my bag with the other. However, she noticed this straight away. “Quit messing. I ain’t got all day.” Great. Without any other choice, I started to take off my rucksack. As I got it off my back some shots rang out in the distance. I heard the girl mumble: “Shit, they’re already here”, before addressing me:” I don’t want you to cause any trouble, so if you help me, I’ll let you go”. I nodded my head again.
She jumped out of the caravan. I followed her, taking out my gun. She seemed to trust me, but so did many other people before. It’s not hard to trust someone that’s a teenager, but it’s a fatal flaw to underestimate one. The girl ran towards the last caravan in the row. She hopped onto the hood of the RV and climbed onto its roof. It seemed she knew her way around so I followed her instead of running off. Plus, she seemed to be nicer than those people that fired those shots.
I got onto the roof of the RV with her. “Take a run up and jump over the wall. Now!”. I didn’t know what to do? Trust this girl or just go. “C’mon, we don’t have much time!”. I turned towards her. She shook her head and jumped over the fence. “Fuck,” – I groaned. Checking behind my shoulder I noticed a couple of men with assault rifles. Now or never. I took a run up and leaped. Time went by slowly. This part of the wall was lower, but I couldn’t imagine the pain of falling on the ground. I closed my eyes.
“Get up”-she whispered. I looked around. I was lying on another mattress which cushioned my fall. I grinned at her, but she just turned away. “Hey!”-I called out. The girl just shushed me and started running. I remembered the guys in the town and got up. I jogged after her. After a while of jogging we stopped. She looked at me. “Now give me your bag”. I got surprised by these words. “But… But I helped you leave. Please don’t…” was the only thing I could come up with. The girl cocked her head to the right. “You helped me? If anything, you were weighing me down”. I didn’t have any choice, except… The words came out of my mind before I even thought to say them. “You can come to my place. I’ve got food and water, and clothes and… and I’ve.”
“Okay”. Her reply relieved me. I needed another person to talk to. The loneliness started making me mad already. “Lead me”. She said this coldly, as if not wanting to go, but not having another choice. I began walking. We moved in silence for some time before I decided to start a conversation. “So, uh… What’s your name?” The girl glanced at me and answered: “C... arley” I smirked. I was a good liar myself and it was evident she wasn’t telling the truth. “C’mon” -I said: “Just tell me…” She stopped walking and turned to me. “Why should you even know? I saved your ass from those bandits and know you demand I tell you about myself.” I was quite shocked by this, but didn’t show it. “If you want to stay at my place, you’ll have to introduce yourself. After all I’m going to be sharing food with you.” She seemed annoyed, but still answered me. “Fine. If you’re so keen on knowing, it’s Clementine.”
Clem didn’t speak after that, so I decided to just let it go. After all, we all have problems now. We were nearing my place. Clementine noticed the girl walker from before. She walked up to her and kicked her head. I stood by the side while Clem continued to kick her. After a minute passed she stopped and took a deep breath before mumbling: “What a piece of shit you are.” She squatted beside the walker and checked its pockets. I saw her take out some kind of card.
I started walking again, hoping she will follow. Soon we reached the fence. It was made of wood and wasn’t that high, but it got the job done. Clem seemed sceptical about the ‘wall’. “This place is going to fall as soon as a horde comes.” I smiled. “The horde will never come close to this place. I use maskers to get the walkers off track.” “Maskers?”-Clementine asked, visibly confused. I explained it to her: “Yeah maskers. That’s what I call them. If you tie a large number of walkers to the trees, they mask the human scent and stop the horde from going in that direction. There’s close to fifty of them around the woods, and so far, they have done their job.” “Oh, I see.” I could sense that she was impressed by this, but was hiding it.
“So, how long is this fence? Does it surround the place fully?”- Clem asked. I was happy that she asked this question, as I wanted to brag a bit. This was the first person who could listen. “The fence surrounds about a third of the area. It’s about 30 metres long. The other two thirds are surrounded by a river with a steep bank so no walkers can get in. I think the house used to be a fishing cabin before… everything happened…” However, Clementine didn’t like what she heard. “What if walkers break through the fence? You’ll be surrounded.” I looked at her. Did she not hear about the river? I tried to explain again. “Clem… There’s a river… You can swim away if walkers go in.” “I can’t swim,” she replied. I quickly answered: “Surely someone taught… “I noticed her expression and stopped talking. We went inside…
Chapter 1 ends.
-All feedback appreciated.
Dezimz
Comments
This was a very nice fan fiction! You described the environment very well and I could imagine what it looked like in my mind. I myself am a fanfiction writer and I occasionally post some parts of my fan fictions here on the forums. (In fact I was just about to post another part right now). Anyway this was a fantastic story and I hope you continue it!