The Walking Dead Clementine X Male Reader

Chapter 78: A Walk In The Neighborhood

You ride your white thoroughbred, Dyla, around a small neighborhood that looks pretty empty. You pick a house that seems to be pretty quiet.

You get off of Dyla and you tie her to a tree. You take Lucille and your rifle off of Dyla and you strap them on your back.

You: You stay here, girl.

You walk up to the house and you look through the windows. Nothing.

You place your hand on the knob and you take out your silenced rifle.

You slowly turn the knob and you peek in, to see nothing.

You walk inside and you walk into the kitchen with your rifle raised. You take out your flashlight because it's pretty dark.

You walk over to a cabinet and you put your flashlight in your mouth so that you can still use it. You open the cabinet to see it filled with all kinds of food.

You take your flashlight out of your mouth and examine all of the food.

You: Pig's feet. Peanut butter and jelly. And diet cola. It's a full white-trash meal. I'm definitely having that pig's feet for dinner, though. You say, pointing at the pig's feet.

You close the cabinets and you walk towards another door. You put your hand on the knob and slowly turn it. You peek in and raise your rifle to see stairs leading down to a basement.

You put a small door stopper underneath the door, so that you can't get trapped.

You point your flash light down the stairs and walk down with your rifle aimed.

You make it to the bottom of the stairs to see a man with a scarf napping on the floor.

You walk over to the man slowly. You put on your bandana so that it covers your nose and mouth.

You get on one knee and take off his scarf carefully. Just as you expected; he's New Frontier.

You put your hand on his mouth, making him wake up.

You: No hard feeelings.

Man muffle: No! NO--

You take your hidden blade and you slit his throat.

He gargles on his own blood. You take off your glasses and look him in the eyes, revealing the giant hole in your face. That was the last thing he saw.

You drive your hidden blade into his skull. You stand up and take off your bandana. You put your glasses back on.

You see another door and open it slowly. You don't even have open it halfway to smell all of the shit. No, it's ACTUAL shit. You slam the door when you get a wiff of it. You put your hands on your knees and you gag.

You stand up straight and walk back up the stairs.

Time for the second floor. You walk up the stairs with your rifle in hand and flashlight in your mouth. There's a hallway to the right with three rooms.

You open the first one slowly to see a bathroom that DOESN'T smell like a barrel full of horse feces.

You close the door and you open another door. It's just a broom closet.

You close the closet door and you put you hand on the last door knob.

You: Please be a bedroom, please be a bedroom, please be a bedroom. You say, slowly opening the door.

It's the master bedroom.

You: Yay.

Seems to be empty.