Chapter 2: Prescott

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Y/N POV

Me and Clem helped this guy named Javi and we're gonna help him find his family for his van.

Clem, me and Javi reach the front gates of a town. Walkers have swarmed the area.

Clem: There! Get to the gate!

Y/N: Charge!

Javi, me and Clem run to the gate while me and Clem fire at the walkers.

Clem: Just keep going! They'll open up!

Javi dodges a nearby walker.

Javi: Shit!

The gates close just as we reach them.

Javi: Hey!

Y/N: Come on Tripp you bastard open up!

Tripp fires at the approaching walkers.

Tripp: I can't open the gate 'til you clear them out! Can't risk it!

Javi, me and Clem fire at the walkers. Clem switches from her shotgun to her pistol, but it malfunctions.

Clem: Fuck! These bullets won't fire!

A walker attacks Clem.

Y/N: Clem!

I shoot it and then Clem stomps it's head.

Tripp opens the gate.

Tripp: Get your ass inside! Come on, now!

Tripp fires at the walkers while Clem, me and Javi enter the gates. Francine rides through into the town on a horse, and Tripp closes the gate.

Francine: Whoa, there!

Tripp: God effin' damn it, Francine. One of these days those doors are gonna close and your ass'll be on the other side!

Francine: Yeah. And when that day comes, Tripp, I promise... I'll eat you first.

Francine rides away.

Tripp: It's... Clementine and Y/N, right? You staying a while this time?

Clem: No. Once the walkers pass, We're taking this guy to a junkyard off the highway.

Y/N: Be nice to stay though. This place is awesome!

Javi: My family might be trapped there. Hiding from some very bad dudes.

Tripp: Well, shit. I am truly sorry to hear that. This herd rolled in pretty quick. We're hoping it's gone just as fast. So... just keep your heads down, and steer clear of trouble, you got me? There's too much going on outside the walls tonight.

Javi: I don't start trouble. I finish it.

Tripp: Okay, Captain Big Nuts, we get it. But I catch wind of you "finishing" anything while you're in town, and you're "finished". Now piss off, I got shit to do.

Javi: Jesus.

Clem: Tell me about it.

Tripp walks away.

Y/N: I gotta say man you're funny as hell!

Javi: Thanks.

Clem: Well, welcome to Prescott.

Javi, me and Clem walk through the town.

Clem: It's a pretty cool place, actually. Built from an old runway, I guess. The people, on the other hand, they're not my favourite.

Y/N: I don't mind some folk.

Clem: You like almost every one.

Y/N: Mostly true.

Clem: Usually, we're in and out as quick as we can manage. Not exactly an option this time, though...

Javi: No, no. This place is actually kind of charming. It's got... walls all the way around, and... well, that... thing...

Javi gestures to the water tower near some windmills.

Clem: Yeah, like I said, this is a pretty cool place.

Javi watches the inner gates of Prescott close.

Clem: Hey, Javi. What's up?

Y/N: Yeah man.

Javi: My family... They're still out there...

Clem: If you guys made it this long, I'm sure, you know... they'll know what to do.

Y/N: I'm sure Kate knows what she's doin'

Javi: Hopefully.

Clem: Let's go. This way. We gotta see a guy about some bullets.

We enter the bar.

Javi: Jeez. I haven't been in a place like this since... well, you know. It's just like the old days.

Clem: Listen, We gotta take care of something. Hang tight.

Javi: Wait, wait. What should I do?

Clem: I don't know, why don't you... make some friends?

Y/N: I'll be there in a minute.

Clem leaves.

Y/N: Don't mind her she's been depressed lately.

Javi: I'm sorry to hear that.

Y/N: It's hard to deal with but I try my best to make her happy.

JAVI POV

Y/N leaves and I walk up to two people at a bar.

Francine: Play your hand. You're gonna lose, but you don't have to do it in slow motion.

?: Don't try and rush me. I know your game.

Francine: This is my game. Clearly.

?: Always a smart ass. Well, it ain't gonna work.

I talk to the card players.

Javi: Excuse me...

Francine: Ah, you again... You got some moves, I'll give you that.

?: Hold on a minute. Don't I know you from somewhere?

Javi: I dunno. Maybe.

?: García. Javier García. For what it's worth, I think you got screwed on the gambling thing. A lifetime ban... shit. Shoulda had a twenty-year career. Way I see it, nothing wrong with betting on yourself to win.

Francine: And that got a lifetime ban?

Javi: They just wanted to set an example. I was the poor bastard they used to do it on.

?: All I know is what I read in the papers.

?: Anyway, I'm Conrad. This here's Francine.

Francine: He runs the place. I just take his money.

Conrad: Yeah, well, maybe I'm just lettin' you win.

Francine: Huh... Actually, if you're the gambling type... Game's poker. Five card stud.

Conrad: I'll raise ya.

Francine: What do you think? Should I call or should I fold?

Conrad: Hmm... Don't get too intimidated. I lose more often than I care to admit. Though all it takes is one good hand...

Javi: He's bluffing. He's got bullshit written all over him.

Conrad: (chuckles) Is that a fact?

Francine: I think I'll listen to the man. Call.

Conrad: Moment of truth. Flip 'em. (Francine plays her hand) Oh, my. Ain't that a pretty sight. (plays hand)

Francine: Hell yeah!

Javi: Nice!

Conrad: Oh, calm down, both of you.

Francine: Thanks for the advice, hon. How's about a drink? On my tab.

Conrad pours me a drink.

Conrad: Bottoms up.

Javi: This smells like... turpentine.

Conrad: (laughs) That's the weak stuff.

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