The Walking Dead, CXMR Show and Game Crossover

Episode 1: Days Gone By

You: You need a ride?

Clem: Nah, I'm alright. She says as she starts walking.

You: You sure?

Clem: Yeah, I'll be fine.

You: Alright.

Clem: Later, porta potty.

You watch as she walks off. You chuckle. You start driving off.

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You make it to your house. You walk inside and you walk into the living room. You put your keys on the coffee table. You take off your shoes and you head upstairs.

You take a left and you open a door. You see your mom in bed, connected to her oxygen supply. She's reading her book.

You: Hey, mom.

She looks up at you and smiles.

Mom: Oh, hi, hon. She says, putting her bookmark in her book and putting it down.

You walk over and you give her a kiss on the cheek.

Mom: How was detention?

You look down.

You: ...You heard about that, huh? You say as you look up at her.

Mom: The school called me. Wanna tell me what you did?

You: They didn't tell you?

Mom: They did. But I'd like to hear it the way you think you did it instead of a principal telling me you just plainly vandalized a porta potty.

You: ...I heard these guys in the hallway. They were talking about this girl, Sarah. They were saying a bunch of shitty--

Mom: Y/N.

You: Sorry... They were saying a bunch of mean things about her and her family. I mean...they didn't even KNOW her. They just talked like she did something terrible to them. And it wasn't right, they just...they...

You sigh.

You: Look, the point is, they deserved it. They're football players, so I spray painted the porta potty and I got caught.

Your mom smiles.

You: ...What?

Mom: You have a good heart, Y/N. You just need to choose your approach better. Y/N, you're about graduate--that detention is gonna be on your permanent record.

You: I have good grades. It's not like they're gonna rip up my scholarship 'cause I got a single detention. And if they ask me about it, I can just say they deserved it.

Mom: I don't think they'll care about your good intentions.

You: If they can't understand, then maybe UGA's not such a good college after all.

Mom: You know you don't mean that.

You: ...Fifty-percent serious.

Mom: ...You're a lot like your dad.

You: Mom.

Mom: He used to be just--

You: Mom, I don't wanna talk about this.

Mom: ...I'm sorry. I think I just need to take my meds.

She reaches over to her nightstand and grabs her pill organizer. She looks up at you.

Mom: What day is it today?

You: Thursday.

She opens the Thursday container. She takes out a pill and puts it in her mouth. You grab the water bottle off her dresser and you walk over to her.