The Walking Dead Game Season 1: What If?

Chapter 25: Gone With the Wind

"Michael you know better," I told him.

I was angry with him, but I didn't want to yell at him again.

"I know dad," he admitted. "I'm sorry. I really am."

I shook my head.

I heard Bryan walk towards the bedroom door Michael and I were in. He barged in with a sick look on his face.

"Lee, Come here. Now." He demanded.

"What?" I asked him.

"Come on!" He yelled.

Michael and I followed Bryan to the backyard where Travis was still standing.

"What's wrong?" I asked Travis. "Why are you..."

I immediately saw the bite on his arm. My heart dropped.

"Oh God! Travis!" Michael yelled.

Tears ran down Travis' face.

Kenny, Omid, and Vernon ran out to the backyard where we were. They saw what was causing the commotion.

"Shit!" Omid said. "What can we do for him? Vernon?"

Vernon grabbed Travis' arm and looked at the bite. He looked at Travis and examined his him. Vernon sighed and shook his head.

"The infection has already set in," he said in a low tone. "He already has a fever." 

"No way!" Michael denied. "We gotta do something! Cut his fucking arm off! Do something!"

Travis began to shake.

"I'm sorry," Vernon said to us. "He's been bitten for too long. Cutting off his arm is useless now. I can't waste my supplies on him."

"Then you know what needs to happen, Lee," Kenny said. "Look at him. He's dying. And quickly."

Michael balled up his fists.

"Fuck this," Michael said. "Travis come on! Let's find something to cut that shit off with! Now!"

I grabbed Michael's shirt before he could go back inside.

"Mike stop..." I whispered. "There's nothing we can do."

Travis wiped the sweat off of his face. His face turned pale. He had dark circles under his eyes.

Michael shoved me away and ran into the house.

"Lee..." Bryan whispered. "Travis is gonna..."

"I know," I interrupted him. "I know."

Travis sat against the shed outside as the group talked inside.

"Poor fuckin' kid," Vince said.

"Poor kid?" Kenny said. "It's his fault he got drunk! If they didn't get fucking wasted then he would probably be okay!"

"Were you not completely fucked up when I got back from the river, Kenny?" I scolded him.

"What's that got to do with anything?" He said. "I didn't get anybody hurt. Unlike your boy over there!"

He pointed at my son. Bryan shook his head at me because he saw that I was growing furious.

"Okay guys," Omid said. "Vernon, are you sure there's nothing we can do for him?"

"No," he said. "He's gonna turn. I'm sorry."

Michael scratched his head and buried his hands into his face.