The Walking Dead Walkthrough Episode 1 - A New Day - Part 8

Check out part 9 and beat Episode 1: "The Intruder" of The Walking Dead with this online demo of the third-person adventure.

Transcript

Lee: Hey.

Carley: I'm going to get back to him now.

Lee: The pills are in there. Looks like nobody got a chance to donate anything before this all went down.

Glenn: Hey, there. This is Glenn, and I'm kind of in a jam here. Little girl, if you're there, can you put your daddy on the phone, or on the talkie, or whatever?

Lee: This is Lee. What's up?

Glenn: So, I'm done at that motor inn and well, I'm stuck.

Lee: Stuck?

Glenn: Yeah, I saw a chance to get some supplies for the group, and a bunch of the roaming ones got the jump on me. I'm hiding over here, but they won't leave.

Man: What's up?

Lee: Glenn's trapped down at the motor inn. Hey, Glenn, we're going to talk it over and send a group to come get you, all right?

Glenn: Awesome. I'll sit tight until them.

Lee: Sounds good. I'm going to hold onto this until we get Glenn back, okay? I'll take good care of this.

Man: What do you think?

Lee: I think Doug's not great around zombies. You've got your family here. I'll take Carley and her dead-eye down to the motor inn, get Glenn, and get back here as fast as I can.

Man: If that's what you want to do...

Lee: Somebody's got to.

Carley: Yeah, I'm in.

Lee: Good. It doesn't sound too bad there right now.

Carley: Let me know as soon as you want to head out. I could use a jog.

Lee: Hey, there.

Clementine: Hi.

Lee: Can I get you anything?

Clementine: I'm okay. Maybe I'm a little hungry.

Lee: I'll see about that. So . . .

Clementine: Are you okay?

Lee: What? Yeah, I'm fine. I just, I'm good.

Clementine: That's good.

Lee: Yeah, I think so. Being good is good, despite the circumstances.

Clementine: Yep.

Lee: Well, sit tight.

Clementine: Okay.

Lee: It's not much, but here you go.

Clementine: Thank you.

Lee: Of course.

Central High takes State. Paper's a week old. Feels like years.

What are you messing around with there?

Carley: A radio. I can't get it to work, though.

Lee: Here, let me have a look.

Hmm. Nothing. There are no batteries in this thing.

Carley: What now?

Lee: You know that there are no batteries in that thing.

Carley: Yeah, of course. I mean, yeah. No.

Lee: I can try to find some. Needs two.

Carley: Thanks. I wouldn't really know what to look for.

Lee: You're a pretty good shot.

Carley: Well, you don't fuck with a reporter, especially one that's three days out from her last cup of coffee.

Lee: You seem to handle yourself really well.

Carley: Really? I'm a disaster.

Lee: I can't tell.

Carley: My news editor was eaten about five feet away from me, and I would have joined her if it wasn't for that dorky guy on watch over there.

Lee: I'm sorry.

Carley: She was an asshole, but you know.

Lee: Yeah. That guy saved you?

Carley: Yeah, can you believe it? Those creeps, or ghouls or whatever the hell they are, they were pulling our van apart, and that guy, Doug, just came to the rescue.

Lee: You can never tell who the heroic ones are going to be, I supposed.

Carley: He is kind of cute, in that parent's basement sort of way.

Lee: Huh?

Carley: Huh? Oh, nothing.

Lee: How'd you end up here?

Carley: We drove out to cover the Cherry Blossom Festival, real hard-hitting stuff.

Lee: Sounds worth it. I'm still looking for batteries for that thing.

Carley: Thanks, I appreciate it.

Lee: I better get back to it.

Carley: Yep.

Lee: Thanks, by the way.

Carley: Don't mention it. Just remember what I said.