The Walking Dead, CXMR Show and Game Crossover

Episode 4: Vatos

After everyone's left, Lori stands up and walks over to Jim. She crouches down. She's about to ask something, but Jim looks at her.

Jim: You keep your boy close. You don't ever let him out of your sight...

She nods. He looks away.

Lori stands up and walks off.

[With You]

You have a bag over your head and your hands are tied behind your back. You mount has a piece of tape on it. Your ankles have rope wrapped around them.

The car comes to a stop.

???: Help me get him out.

The doors open. One of them push you onto your side. One of them grabs you by the armpits and they pull you out of the backseat.

???: Grab the legs.

One of them grab you by the feet. They all start walking. Your yells are muffled by the tape.

You can kinda see through the bag.

Two big sliding doors get opened. You hear echoed talking from inside a building.

???: Someone get G!

They put you on the floor. They cut the rope off your feet and they make you sit with your legs crossed. The talking stops.

The big doors close.

A few seconds later, you hear a pair of footsteps approaching. They stop in front of you and you hear another Hispanic man.

???: What happened?

???: This little mierda ruined everything. His group took Miguel and the bag of guns.

???: And they SHOT me in the ASS with an ARROW!

???: Someone get that checked out. Medically, I mean.

You hear one of them walk away. The one who just came up walks up closer to you and crouches down.

???: Who've we got here?

???: Some teenager. He grabbed the guns before we could get to them. We almost took it from him, but one thing led to another, ya know?

The person in front of you takes off the bag. He takes off the tape. You look around and see that you're surrounded by a bunch of people who look like gangsters. They're weapons don't make them look too friendly.

Man: I'm G.

G: You wanna tell me what you were doin' with the guns?

You don't answer.

G: ...Either way, we was plannin' on getting that bag when one of my guys saw it on the streets durin' a run.

You: It's not yours. It belongs to a man in my group.

G: This man...his name was on it?

You: No, but he's a sheriff. And the bag says 'sheriff' on it.

G: A sheriff, huh? You know, any guy can say he's a sheriff and say that the bag is his?

You: We found him yesterday. He got caught underneath that tank and had to leave the guns. When we got him out, there wasn't any time to grab them. That's why we came back for them TODAY.

G doesn't say anything. He looks back at one of his guys.

You: Look, the thing is, I don't have the guns... So you gonna kill me for something you yourself were trying to do?

G looks back at you with a sigh.

G: ...No.

He looks at two of his guys. They pick you up to your feet and G stands up. One of them cut off your wrist restraints.