Spider-Man Male Reader x The Walking Dead Game

Sandman

{A Few Days Later}

You didn't tell Clementine about Louis or his Goblin persona.

Now that he was back to normal (somewhat), what was the point? You were just happy Louis was back to being himself.

• •

It's Christmas Day. You, Clementine, and Louis are attending the parade, which is going down Central Park West.

You hold your camera, snapping pictures for the Bugle. You still didn't have the staff job yet, since you weren't going to commit any crimes as Spider-Man just to get a photo. You weren't going to stoop that low.

Good thing is, Gabe wasn't going to get any photos either.

Louis looks at the females dancing down the road in front of the float. He takes a bite out of his corn dog.

Louis: The one in the middle is hot.

Clementine: Of course you think so.

Louis: Might have to get her number and give her a tour of Oscorp.

You finish snapping a photo of the float.

You: Sounds like an...interesting date.

Louis: It won't be just that...she wants dinner too? Sure.

Omar and Sophie find the three of you within the crowd by the railing.

Omar: Hey, hey, hey.

Louis: Omar! Buddy!

The dap each other up. You greet Omar and Sophie with a nod as you continue to take pictures.

Sophie: Nice to see you up and able again, Lou.

Louis: It was weird at first, not knowing where you're at or who you are. A bump on the head and I'm free as a bird.

He taps Omar's head.

Louis: Bop.

Omar: Yeah, dawg. Your brain is scrambled for real.

Sophie whacks Omar on the shoulder.

Omar: Ow.

The three of them laugh. You let out a chuckle too as you snap more pictures.

Suddenly, your spider sense triggers.

Everybody looks up, and sees a gust of sand fly through the sky heading down the street. Bystanders question what's that and let out expletives of confusion.

Louis: What the hell?

You look at Clementine, and give a nod. You then turn to the rest of your friends.

You: Bugle business. Gotta snap photos of whatever the hell happens here.

You bid farewell and run through the crowd.

• •

The gust of sand follows the money transport that's driving down Amsterdam Avenue. It lands on the top of the truck, and quickly forms into a man.

The driver looks at his side mirror, and sees the shadow of the man. He knocks back at the window behind him to warn the other guard who sits in the back.

Driver: Hey, man! We got some—

The top of the truck breaks open and sands sprays everywhere. The guard is stunned, but grabs his shotgun and raises it at the man above. The man turns into a gust of sand again, filling the truck. It breaks open the window near the driver, filling the front of the truck as well. The heavy sand presses the gas pedal and allows the truck to accelerate without needing the driver.