Multi-headed Cow
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IT CONTINUES!
For the first time in a while (Minutes in-game time but over a week in LP time) I'm in control of driving Lee around. Time to look for the ultimate goal of all black men in the zombie apocalypse, pills.
I PROMISED CANDYBARS AND BY GOD HERE THEY ARE.
Y... You smell real purdy, Carley.
Not sure what's up with Lee's bug-eyed and crosseyed staring face, but let's engage in some side-talkies.
You're a pretty good shot.
Well you don't fuck with a reporter, especially one that's three days out from her last cup of coffee.
You seem to handle yourself pretty well.
Ha, really? I'm a disaster.
I can't tell.
My news editor was eaten about five feet away from me, and I would've joined her if it wasn't for that dorky guy on watch over there.
I'm sorry.
She was an asshole, but, you know.
Yeah.
That guy saved you?
Yeah, can you believe it? Those creeps, or-or ghouls or whatever the hell they are, they were pulling our van apart and that guy, Doug, just came to the rescue.
You can never tell who the heroic ones are going to be, I suppose.
He's kind of cute, in that parent's basement sort of way.
Huh?
Huh? Oh...nothing.
How'd you end up here?
We drove up to cover the Cherry Blossom festival. Real hard-hitting stuff.
Sounds worth it.
What are you messing around with there?
A radio. I can't get it to work though.
Here, let me have a look.
I push the power button, nothing! I twiddle the volume nob, nothing! I extend the antenna, nothing! FUCKING RADIOS HOW DO THEY WORK
There are no batteries in this thing.
What now?
You know that there are no batteries in that thing.
I can try to find some. Needs two.
Thanks, I wouldn't even really know what to look for.
Thus ends Carley's talkies. Lee may be covered in grease and banana peels, but at least he's seen a AA battery at least once before in his life.
Let's go talk to the hero, Doug!
Heard or seen anything?
Nothing, luckily. Want to step outside, have a look around?
Ha, I'm not suicidal yet.
Oh, huh.
Sure, let's go have a look around.
Cool, and... we'll keep it down. Don't need to bring 'em back this way with any unnecessary noises.
Agreed.
They just...
Eat. As far as I can tell that's all they care about.
They eat you, and then whatever is left comes back as one of them.
How the fuck...
I think it might be more than a couple days before all this gets sorted out.
Yeah, I think so too. We better keep it down out here.
The zombies, strangely, don't seem to give a shit we're hiding behind the gate. They're just kinda hanging out, shuffling around, a few nibbling at a corpse. I check out the padlock.
Hey man, what are you doing? We can't even think about going out there unless the keys are out there, for sure!
Well then! Time to talk to Doug!
Any idea where the pharmacy keys might be?
We searched high and low inside before you guys got here. And they weren't on the old couple we took out of the office.
Lee isn't pleased by this news.
Are you ok?
I'm fine.
If the keys aren't in the drugstore, think they could be out here?
We now live in a world where "getting up and walking away" is an actual possibility, so...
Right.
How'd you end up here?
I moved here to live with my uncle. He does tech stuff and it just made sense.
So you're local. You probably knew the owners of this place.
No, not really. I've only been here a couple months and I spend a lot of time...
On the computer.
No. Just, doing my own thing.
What about you?
I grew up here. Been trying to get home since the dead came back.
Oh, so you probably knew the owners then?
Yeah, I did. Good people.
Do you think we're safe here?
Well, they haven't been able to get through this gate so far.
And the drugstore is safe enough, I think. Whoever owned it took good care of it. It's well stocked and it locks up well.
What's everyone like in there?
Oh... well, Carley is pretty nice, you know.
Ha, yeah.
Lilly doesn't take any crap. She's been running the show, keeping people on watch, things like that. and her dad...
Yeah, that guy.
He's kind of a dick. Pardon my French.
Let's head back inside.
And that's it for that little adventure.
BATTERY.
CANDABURR.
CANDABURR.
Floor candy!
Thought you could escape me battery? THINK AGAIN.
Alright, that's all the candy and batteries collected. Let's give Carley the batteries and finish up her talkies before moving on.
This battery should fit the radio.
Great, thanks.
And here's another one.
Should be able to get it to work now.
The game returns to walking-around mode, and Carley is still staring dumbfounded at the radio and occasionally pokes it. OPEN A HAILING FREQUENCY.
Hey, Carley.
It's still not working?
Yeah, I can't figure it out.
Let me have a look at that thing.
Go ahead.
Maybe if we reverse the polarity, captain!
The radio SPRINGS TO LIFE!!!!! OH MAN YOU GUYS THAT WAS INTENSE.
You fixed it!
Radio: WABE urges you to stay indoors, and avoid any contact with individuals you suspect may have been exposed.
The station is ok!
Radio: My producer is telling me we have to get off the air now.
Steve...
Radio: WABE wishes you and your loved ones the strength to endure through this crisis. God bless you all. God bless the United States of Amer---*STATIC*
And the radio goes dead. Let's see how Clem's holding up.
Hey there.
Hi.
Any word from Glenn?
Nothing. Is he ok?
Yeah, I think so. You're doing a good job.
Can I get you anything?
I'm ok.
Maybe I'm a little hungry.
I'll see about that.
So...uh...
Are you ok?
What? Uh, yeah, yeah, I-I'm fine. I just uhh, I'm good.
That's good.
Yeah, I think so. Being good is good. Despite the circumstances.
Yep.
Well, sit tight.
Ok.
Got 4 candybars total, one is OBVIOUSLY going to Clem!
It's not much, but here you go Clem.
Thank you.
Of course. *? You took care of Clementine*
Since there unfortunately isn't a "Sit in the corner sobbing in your underwear eating all the candybars like JC Denton" option, I have to give the other 3 away. I guess I'll give one to Carley since she's both a woman (Since woman won the voting) and mentally disabled and I should be nice to her.
Here, I've been finding some stuff to eat.
Oh, uh, thanks.
You're welcome.
Are you sure your girl doesn't need it?
She's good. I've been trying to keep her fed and watered.
You're a good caretaker.
Thanks.
HEY LILLY AND CRANKYPANTS HOW YOU TWO DOIN'
How's he doing?
I'm not sure I got your name.
It's Lee.
Lilly. My dad's Larry.
*Larry looks vaguely grumpy but doesn't say anything and conserves his energy*
I was just doing what I had to earlier.
Everyone was.
Now his heart's acting up again, and I'm powerless to do anything.
And... You should know I didn't think he was in the right.
You didn't say anything. And Duck could've been bitten.
Sure... I guess.
What's wrong with him?
He's got a heart condition. He takes ntroglycerin tablets pretty regularly. I've seen a few bad attacks that he couldn't get over and needed to go to the hospital.
yeah, that's not really an option right now.
I'm just trying to keep him relaxed.
He's got a temper.
Ah, fuck you.
Yeah... he doesn't mean it.
It's just that...
Yeah?
Nevermind, I'm sure he's a good guy.
He is. He just has his issues.
*Lilly looks over at Clem*
Where's her mom?
Savannah, I think.
Oh, you guys aren't together?
Oh, no, I'm not her dad. I found her in a house when getting out of Atlanta. She'd been surviving by herself.
*Lee leans in closer* I think the girl's parents didn't make it.
Oh.
I heard an answering message, they were in Savannah, she was home with a sitter. It wasn't good.
Well, she's lucky to have you.
You're from here?
I work at Warner Robbins. The Air Force base.
Yeah, I know it. Pilot?
Nah, just mechanical admin stuff. I deal with a bunch of shitheads and bureaucrats all day. Sometimes a plane, if I'm lucky.
You?
I work up at UGA.
Was anyone here when you guys got here?
No, this place was pretty wrecked. We pulled a couple bodies out of the office.
Are you ok?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Did you know anybody here?
Yeah, the owners. They were... we were close.
I'm sorry. We found an older couple in the office. Dad hauled them out in case they weren't really dead.
What do you think about all this?
I mean, Jesus.
We need to stick together and get through this.
I'm gonna get back to him. *Looks down at Larry*
Sounds good.
Oh, and Lee?
Yeah?
It was a crazy situation and you froze. Before, with that thing coming out of the bathroom, I've seen trained killers do the same.
Uh, yeah.
Just, don't beat yourself up over it. We stick together and we'll be ok.
I'm fairly that line of dialog was some flavor C&C, as I am RELATIVELY SURE it's possible to save Clem instead of Carley saving the day. Been a while since I played my "Good" run so not 100% positive.
Lilly is also a woman and seems pretty bro, time to give her candy!
It's not much, but here.
Are you sure?
Yeah. You're under quite a bit of stress.
Thanks. That's uh... really sweet.
Don't mention it.
Heeeeeeeeeeey guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys. Didn't mean to try to throw your kid out with the zombies! Honest!
Don't even come over here.
Kenny...
Stop that, Kenny. We were all frightened. Even I thought that maybe, maybe we were going to lose our boy.
I'm sorry, Katjaa.
What if... he... it's ok Lee.
From here on out Lee, I need to know that you're on my side.
It's not that simple.
Fine. Forget it then.
Kenny, Lee's a good man. And we're all still strangers here.
I guess you're right, hon. Anyway, Lee, what was it?
How's Duck doing?
He's ok. It was just a shock.
We're lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here.
No kidding.
How's she doing? *Looking over at Clem*
She's good, I think.
She's a tough one, right there.
She's just a little girl, Ken.
What were you sayin, Lee, she spent days surviving on her own?
That's right.
Not just any little girl can do that.
What's the plan?
Hang tight I suppose. Seems pretty dangerous out there, so we oughta wait for things to clear up.
You said your family was from here in Macon?
That's right.
Where are they? Should we go looking for them?
I guess since dishonest Lee won, I'll avoid mentioning THEY WERE THE OWNERS OF THIS DRUGSTORE (and presumably the corpses in the office)
They're...gone.
Oh my goodness, do you think? How?
*With pissed-off face* I just know, alright?
Kat, it's not our business.
Are you guys alright?
We're just fine, considering.
How about you, Duck?
We've all been through a lot.
Lee, you got a second?
Sure.
Lee and Kenny take a few steps away from Duck and Katjaa.
Back on Hershel's farm...
Yeah?
I panicked, you know. I'm not proud of it.
You let that boy die.
I know, man. I know...
That's what I keep thinking...I keep seeing his face.
Good. You should. We need to be able to count on one another.
Kenny walks back to his family.
Thus ends all the talkies for this area. Now to enter... THE OFFICE!
Lee looks at the "Alive inside" sign.
Alright, in control of Lee again. Time to adventure!
Dun. Dun. DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
Lee tears himself off from the rest of the family photo, and pockets the picture of his mom, dad, and brother.
Find anything?
Lee STEALTHILY drops the part of the photo he's in.
It's a photo of the family who owned this place. It might help us track down the keys to the office.
I know who you are.
You're Lee Everett. You're a professor at Athens who killed a State Senator who was sleeping with your wife. This is your parent's store; folks around town know the owner's son got himself a life sentence, but I'm a reporter for WABE in Atlanta.
Frankly, that's a skill that might come in handy.
Hmmph.
Did you tell anyone out there woh you were, or that you were tied to this place?
No. I've been sticking to first names for a reason.
Well, good.
You seem like an ok guy, and the last thing we need is drama out there. You've got this little girl to take care of, and... look, don't make me wrong on this.
I don't plan to.
I hear you.
I'll just keep it to myself.
How can I trust you?
You can't, I suppose. But you don't have many other options.
Carley walks back out of the office.
I bet THERE ARE PILLS BEHIND THIS DOOR.
I flubbed the picture a bit, but Lee pulls the pallet back away from the desk to start clearing a path to the door, and a cane falls out from behind it and clatters to the ground.
What's that?
This was my dad's cane. He'd zip around here on it from time to time.
Was he sick?
Nah, he was ok. I actually saw him whoop shoplifters with it. This cane's protected this place better than any guard dog ever could.
Plus he knew how to make it look cool. Like you, with your hat.
My dad gave it to me.
See, dads are smart like that.
Lee puts the cane up against the wall. Time to get that desk out of the way!
Better get this door clear, huh?
Can I help?
Sure.
Heave and grunt as Lee and Clem scoot the desk away from the door a bit!
How are you doing?
Yeah. It's not that heavy.
How about with everything outside.
It's not good.
No, it's not.
But I think it'll be ok.
Ok, here we go.
HRRRRRRRRRGH.
Do you have kids?
No.
You don't have a family?
What do your parents do?
My mom is a doctor, and my dad is an engineer.
Those are good jobs.
What's your job?
I, uh, teach history and writing and things like that.
Like... um... social studies?
Yeah, like that.
You didn't answer my question...
Alright, a little further...
Why don't you want to talk about your family? Do they like... hate you?
I hope not. It's just complicated, that's all.
Why?
It just is.
But you love them, right?
Yeah, of course.
Look, my family is gone and I just wish things would've been different.
Yeah.
I'm not a bad guy, ok? Things happened and we didn't talk much after that.
My parents don't talk to me when I get in trouble.
I can relate.
Clementine nods her head and seems satisfied at this, and they set to pushing the desk a final time when TRAGEDY STRIKES!
FINGER VICIOUSLY PINCHED IN DESK!
Are you ok?
I hurt my finger.
Is it bleeding?
A little.
I'll find you a bandage.
Fortunately, there was a first aid kit on a table near the bloody bedding!
Lee?
Yeah?
What if my parents come home and I'm not there?
They'll uhh... track us down. Don't worry.
Yeah. Ok. We should keep a look out.
I've got my walkie-talkie in case they try that way.
Stay close to me until then, ok?
She nods.
Let's have a look at that finger.
Ow.
It hurt.
Let's see if we can do something about it.
This is another one of those puzzles, you guys. Should I put the bandaid on it? SHOULD I? I DON'T KNOW. WHAT IF I SCREW UP? WHAT IF I TRIP AND FALL OVER AND BANG MY HEAD ON THE DESK?
Let's get this cut covered up.
Yes, please.
It was tense, but everything turned out ok!
Lee rattles the door to the pharmacy.
It's locked. We're going to need to track down the keys if we're going to help Larry.
Well then! Search the desk drawer!
It's the remote to my dad's TV.
That's enough outta this room for now. Back to the front!
Want to head back into the drugstore with me?
Ok.
Lee?
Yeah?
You're not bad, right?
I...why are you asking me that?
That lady said you killed someone. Was that because he was one of the things trying to eat you?
No. He wasn't. (Realized I fucked up here and didn't lie god DAMN it)
Oh.
Was he bad?
He was.
They both leave the office. Now since I know what needs to be done here, I go back to the entrance and the gate with Doug.
That trapped zombie over there looks familiar...
How can you be sure?
I found this in the office.
Lee shows Doug the picture, which has his non-zombified brother.
That boy in the photo worked here. The keys being on him is as good a bet as we can make.
Yeah, I agree. We just need to figure out how to get out there and get them.
You wouldn't need long, right?
Nah, just a few seconds.
Maybe there's a way to distract them and buy you some time.
Maybe there is... Only not just yet! BACK INSIDE!
Hey there, this is Glenn and uh, I'm kinda in a jam here.
Uh, little girl, if you're there, can you put your daddy on the phone? Or on the talkie, or whatever?
Clem hands it over to Lee.
This is Lee, what's up?
So... I'm down at that motor inn and, well, I-I'm stuck.
Stuck?
Yeah, I, uh, saw a chance to get some supplies for the group and a bunch of the roaming ones got the jump on me.
I'm hiding over here but they won't leave.
What's up?
Glenn's trapped down at the motor inn.
Hey Glenn, we're gonna talk it over and send a group to come get you, all right?
Phew, awesome. I'll sit tight 'til then.
Sounds good.
*Talking to Clem* I'm going to hold onto this until we get Glenn back, ok?
I'll take good care of it.
What do you think?
I think Doug's not great around zombies, and you've got your family here. I'll take Carley and her dead-eye down to the motor-inn, get Glenn, and get back here as fast as I can.
If that's what you want to do...
Somebody's got to.
Yeah, I'm in.
Good. It doesn't sound too bad there right now.
Let me know as soon as you want to head out. I could use a jog.
It's time to head out IMMEDIATELY!
Are you ready to head out?
Yeah, you?
Yeah.
Let's go.
And thus ends an update! Hopefully this giant update makes up for being so slow lately. And Lee didn't even drop anything he didn't mean to or fall over!
Coming up next time on the Walking Dead, ZAMBIES! ZAMBIES! ZAMBIES! Spark plug!
For the first time in a while (Minutes in-game time but over a week in LP time) I'm in control of driving Lee around. Time to look for the ultimate goal of all black men in the zombie apocalypse, pills.
I PROMISED CANDYBARS AND BY GOD HERE THEY ARE.
Y... You smell real purdy, Carley.
Not sure what's up with Lee's bug-eyed and crosseyed staring face, but let's engage in some side-talkies.
I push the power button, nothing! I twiddle the volume nob, nothing! I extend the antenna, nothing! FUCKING RADIOS HOW DO THEY WORK
Thus ends Carley's talkies. Lee may be covered in grease and banana peels, but at least he's seen a AA battery at least once before in his life.
Let's go talk to the hero, Doug!
Sure, let's go have a look around.
They eat you, and then whatever is left comes back as one of them.
The zombies, strangely, don't seem to give a shit we're hiding behind the gate. They're just kinda hanging out, shuffling around, a few nibbling at a corpse. I check out the padlock.
Well then! Time to talk to Doug!
Lee isn't pleased by this news.
If the keys aren't in the drugstore, think they could be out here?
What about you?
And the drugstore is safe enough, I think. Whoever owned it took good care of it. It's well stocked and it locks up well.
And that's it for that little adventure.
BATTERY.
CANDABURR.
CANDABURR.
Floor candy!
Thought you could escape me battery? THINK AGAIN.
Alright, that's all the candy and batteries collected. Let's give Carley the batteries and finish up her talkies before moving on.
The game returns to walking-around mode, and Carley is still staring dumbfounded at the radio and occasionally pokes it. OPEN A HAILING FREQUENCY.
It's still not working?
Maybe if we reverse the polarity, captain!
The radio SPRINGS TO LIFE!!!!! OH MAN YOU GUYS THAT WAS INTENSE.
Radio: WABE urges you to stay indoors, and avoid any contact with individuals you suspect may have been exposed.
Radio: My producer is telling me we have to get off the air now.
Radio: WABE wishes you and your loved ones the strength to endure through this crisis. God bless you all. God bless the United States of Amer---*STATIC*
And the radio goes dead. Let's see how Clem's holding up.
Maybe I'm a little hungry.
Got 4 candybars total, one is OBVIOUSLY going to Clem!
Since there unfortunately isn't a "Sit in the corner sobbing in your underwear eating all the candybars like JC Denton" option, I have to give the other 3 away. I guess I'll give one to Carley since she's both a woman (Since woman won the voting) and mentally disabled and I should be nice to her.
HEY LILLY AND CRANKYPANTS HOW YOU TWO DOIN'
*Larry looks vaguely grumpy but doesn't say anything and conserves his energy*
And... You should know I didn't think he was in the right.
*Lilly looks over at Clem*
*Lee leans in closer* I think the girl's parents didn't make it.
You?
I'm fairly that line of dialog was some flavor C&C, as I am RELATIVELY SURE it's possible to save Clem instead of Carley saving the day. Been a while since I played my "Good" run so not 100% positive.
Lilly is also a woman and seems pretty bro, time to give her candy!
Heeeeeeeeeeey guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys. Didn't mean to try to throw your kid out with the zombies! Honest!
I guess since dishonest Lee won, I'll avoid mentioning THEY WERE THE OWNERS OF THIS DRUGSTORE (and presumably the corpses in the office)
Lee and Kenny take a few steps away from Duck and Katjaa.
Kenny walks back to his family.
Thus ends all the talkies for this area. Now to enter... THE OFFICE!
Lee looks at the "Alive inside" sign.
Alright, in control of Lee again. Time to adventure!
Dun. Dun. DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
Lee tears himself off from the rest of the family photo, and pockets the picture of his mom, dad, and brother.
Lee STEALTHILY drops the part of the photo he's in.
You seem like an ok guy, and the last thing we need is drama out there. You've got this little girl to take care of, and... look, don't make me wrong on this.
Carley walks back out of the office.
I bet THERE ARE PILLS BEHIND THIS DOOR.
I flubbed the picture a bit, but Lee pulls the pallet back away from the desk to start clearing a path to the door, and a cane falls out from behind it and clatters to the ground.
Plus he knew how to make it look cool. Like you, with your hat.
Lee puts the cane up against the wall. Time to get that desk out of the way!
Heave and grunt as Lee and Clem scoot the desk away from the door a bit!
HRRRRRRRRRGH.
Look, my family is gone and I just wish things would've been different.
Clementine nods her head and seems satisfied at this, and they set to pushing the desk a final time when TRAGEDY STRIKES!
FINGER VICIOUSLY PINCHED IN DESK!
Fortunately, there was a first aid kit on a table near the bloody bedding!
I've got my walkie-talkie in case they try that way.
She nods.
Ow.
This is another one of those puzzles, you guys. Should I put the bandaid on it? SHOULD I? I DON'T KNOW. WHAT IF I SCREW UP? WHAT IF I TRIP AND FALL OVER AND BANG MY HEAD ON THE DESK?
It was tense, but everything turned out ok!
Lee rattles the door to the pharmacy.
Well then! Search the desk drawer!
That's enough outta this room for now. Back to the front!
Lee?
Was he bad?
They both leave the office. Now since I know what needs to be done here, I go back to the entrance and the gate with Doug.
That trapped zombie over there looks familiar...
Lee shows Doug the picture, which has his non-zombified brother.
You wouldn't need long, right?
Maybe there is... Only not just yet! BACK INSIDE!
Uh, little girl, if you're there, can you put your daddy on the phone? Or on the talkie, or whatever?
Clem hands it over to Lee.
I'm hiding over here but they won't leave.
Hey Glenn, we're gonna talk it over and send a group to come get you, all right?
*Talking to Clem* I'm going to hold onto this until we get Glenn back, ok?
I'll take good care of it.
It's time to head out IMMEDIATELY!
And thus ends an update! Hopefully this giant update makes up for being so slow lately. And Lee didn't even drop anything he didn't mean to or fall over!
Coming up next time on the Walking Dead, ZAMBIES! ZAMBIES! ZAMBIES! Spark plug!
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