The Walking Ed

Meeting Clementine

The Eds, Lorcan, Lucy and Lee are at the house, in front of a glass door. Lee knocks on the door.

Lee: Hello! Anyone in there? We need some help!

Edd: I don't they are going to hear us.

Lee opens the glass door.

Lee: We're coming in! Don't shoot ok?

Eddy: Double-D, if we die, this will be your fault for making us come here.

Lee and the Eds enter in the house. Lee grabs his leg in pain.

Lee: Ah shit! Hello, we are not strangers! Or one of them...

Lee and the Eds see that the house looks like a disaster.

Lee: It looks like these people need more help then we do...

Eddy: Lucky us I say.

Edd: EDDY!

Ed puts his hand on Edd's mouth.

Ed: The zombies will hear us, Double-D!

Lorcan: Ed's right. Everytime those dickheads show up, I'll shit my own pants.

Lucy hugs Lorcan in fear.

Lee: Let's check the house.

Lee goes to the kitchen and he slips on the puddle of blood and the Eds help him get up.

Edd: You have to be careful.

Lee: Thank you.

Eddy  and Lorcan checks the kitchen and he finds a walkie-talkie in a drawer.

Eddy: Hey, I found a walkie-talkie! It reminds of that old scam when we used walkie-talkies to trick the kids into giving us money!

Edd: Eddy, not now.

Ed looks around and he sees a answering machine.

Ed: Look guys!

Eddy, Edd and Lee see the answering machine. Lucy presses the button.

Answering Machine: Message 1. Left at five-forty-three p.m.

Woman: Hey, Sandra, this is Diana. We're still in Savannah. Ed had a little 'incident' with some crazy guy near the hotel so we had to get him back to the ER and have it checked out. Anyway, he's not feeling well enough to drive back tonight, so we're staying an extra day. Thanks so much for looking after Clementine and I promise we will be back before even your spring break!

The message ends.

Ed: Was the nice lady referring to me?

Lorcan: You think?

Eddy: No, moron, her husband's name is Ed!

Ed: Doesn't that mean that I'm her husband?

Eddy: GAH!

Lorcan: Hahahaha!

Answering Machine: Message 2. Left at eleven-nine-teen p.m.

Diana: Oh my God, finally! I don't know if you tried to reach us, all the calls are getting dropped. They're not letting us leave and aren't telling us anything about Atlanta. Please, please, just leave this city and take Clementine with you back to Marietta. I've got to go back to the hospital. Please let me know that you're safe.

The message ends.

Eddy: Oh man...

Answering Machine: Message 3. Left at six-fifty-one p.m.