Telltale The Walking Dead : Scars Behind an Iron Mask

Chapter. 14 Quite the Pear

Sawyer walks into his room with the hand drawn map in hand

"..." Sawyer looks at his curved machetes that sat on one of the may tables. He uncliped the sheaths atop his hips as he took a few steps closer

With a slight thud, he placed the sheeths next to the machetes, the light through the boarded windows slightly catching the edge of the blade

"Hmm..." Sawyer clenched his jaw as he picked up one of his knives and ran his finger along the curved edge

"Dull." He thought as he slammed the tip into the table with a downward stab, leaving the knife sticking out of the old plywood table

Clementine knocked on the door, sticking her head in slightly "ready to go whenever you are." she took a few steps into the room

Sawyer nodded slowly as he clupped his throwing knife scabbards into the clips that once held his machetes

"Not taking your trusty walker splitters?" Clementine jokes, looking at the blade sticking out of the table

"They...need sharped," he gently flicks the handle of the blade, causing it to wiggle slightly with the sudden vibration

"Throwing knives it is then?" Clementine asks

"For the time being. I have a few weapons scattered around the woodland caches, just in case. C'mon, let's get going while daylight is still above us. " he grabbed the strap of his bag and swung it over his shoulder

Sawyer and Clementine are seen walking along the train tracks the wind slightly, blowing the autumn leaves around and the grey sly grooming over slowly. The old wood slats of the tracks weakly creak under the pairs' footsteps the rusted nails grip on the wood long gone

"So... Sawyer Alexander Klaus Maine... What are you hoping to find in the Caches?" Clementine asks

Sawyer scoffs as he looks down at Clementine. "Really?"

"What it's a nice name!" She shrugs in a jokingly defending manner

"Tch." Sawyer puts his hands in his pockets and brings his attention to the tracks

"So a long line of county singers really?" Clementine asks

"Eeyup," Sawyer smiles. "My family was originally from Scotland and immigrated during the 1900s," he says with a slight uncertainty, "and most my ancestors were musicians."

"Huh...so that's why you wanted to go there if you could." Clementine recalls

"Maybe. My Pop was a great banjo player. My uncle was an actor who did the music stuff on the side and was quite famous. My mom sang for us when we were wee..." Sawyer continues walking, kicking a loose stone as he goes

"What happened to her? Your mom." Clementine says, slightly nervous

"She died before all this, cancer... that's why we moved to Virginia because my dad wanted to get us away from the city and said it brought him too many memories and so we could be closer to what was left of our family" Sawyer explains

Clementine looks up at Sawyer with a semblance of pity and understanding. "I'm sorry."

"Me too." Sawyer says, keeping his eye in the tracks now a few miles from the station. The noon haze of grey sky is now a warmer and brighter sky. The wind now subsided, leaving the trees mostly still

A few minutes of silence pass

"Here." Sawyer stepped off the tracks into a small overgrown clearing, gravel underfoot

"Here? In all this shrub?" Clementine asks

Sawyer gives a look of sarcasm, even wearing his mask, his posture and body language, getting the point across