Note: I wrote this after I had finished Telltale’s The Walking Dead. While it has been a while since then, this piece of writing is important to me, important enough to warrant sharing after all this time. Enjoy.
So I just finished Telltale’s The Walking Dead…
I’m pissed off.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great game. One of the best I’ve ever played. I’m just really…really pissed off.
I started the game in a police car, handcuffed, under arrest. No introduction, no disembodied movie announcer voice saying, “In a world…” no inspiring quote that fades to black, none of that. Fantastic. “Can’t get worse from here…” I thought. Suddenly, while crossing the freeway, my police officer driver hit a pedestrian. If this game didn’t explicitly warn me about zombies with its title, I would have questioned the appearance of a pedestrian crossing a freeway. I live in LA. Sane people don’t cross freeways. But because of the game’s title, I let it slide.
So because it’s a zombie game, after we hit this zombie our car miraculously swerved off the road, fell off a hill, flipped at least 3 times, and landed on its hood. Apparently zombies have a lot more mass than I thought.
After crawling out of the wreckage, I, Lee Everett, just arrested for undisclosed reasons, tried to collect myself. This involved quickly realizing my leg had a rather severe gash, remembering my hands were still cuffed, finding my driver dead a few feet away, trying to retrieve the keys from his dead body only to discover he had become a zombie too, frantically killing him, grabbing his keys, and un-cuffing myself. Looking up from the carnage, my eyes met those of a 9 year old girl.
Yes, in my completely helpless and frantic state, the first person I saw was a little girl. Her name Continue Reading
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