The Midnight of Insanity

arranging dialogue and choices so far. Listening to Undertale Orchestra while writing.

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Small warning: cursing, some gore, and as my mom put it: i am a perfectionist~!

I spent a long time just getting to writing this story. Through making a full storyboard for my ideas, to forgetting that i was writing, and to the current events going on in my life.. I finally made at least ONE EPISODE! Enjoy, my mom pre-read it and she liked it. So i got the clear~! Oh and on a small note: This was written in times new roman originally, soooo... boo to i couldn't do that here.

Atlanta, Georgia. 

5:46 PM, September 13

A New Day

Screams. Yelling for mercy and the shot of a gun wakes Lee up. Looking around, he takes notice of the crashed car he's inside. 

“Fuck!” Grabbing his leg with his cuffed hands, he stares at the blood seeping down the fabric, figuring he most likely broke it. Lee takes a deep breath and starts shuffling to the door of the overturned car. 

“I gotta get out of here..” 

Smashing his foot into the door, Lee broke the side window open and quickly crawled out. Looking at where he heard the gunshot earlier, he froze.

“Oh my god.. He’s not moving..” Lee stared at the body of an older cop, his shotgun thrown to the side. His head was dented and bloody. 

“Holy shit...” Lee carefully bent down, trying to not disrupt his injured leg, and swiped the keys from the cop’s pocket. While unlocking his cuffs, he notices the body shift a bit.

“Uh, officer..?” 

The cop jumps at him and tries to grab him, his eyes gray and manic. He was drooling and clawing at Lee as he quickly backed away to the side of the crashed car. “Holy shit!” Lee looked around and picked up a shotgun shell and dove for the gun. Pleading one last time, “Don’t make me do this! Stay back!”

Right as the cop lunged for him, Lee shot him in the head. Blood exploding onto the ground and Lee’s shirt. Breathing heavily, Lee slowly stood up, groaning at the now obvious rocks that had woven their way into his cuts. “His skin.. It was all rotten. What the hell is this shit? God.. I hope my family isn’t dealing with this crap..”

Macon, Georgia.

4:24 PM, September 14

“You can’t do this! They weren’t bitten! Please!”

Morgan sobbed in desperation, struggling against the arms that held her back. Clawing frantically for the two current bodies that were being dragged out of the office of her family’s pharmacy, Morgan felt her eyes sting from the scent of blood. Two of the people her grandparents had begrudgingly given shelter to were currently removing their dead bodies. She shuddered and let out a shaking, shrill sob at the large dent in her grandmother’s skull, caused by her grandfather’s bloody cane. Frustrated at her cries as Larry finally shut and blocked the door, Morgan found herself on the ground suddenly, a harsh throbbing on her cheek.

“Shut up! They would’ve turned soon enough and endangered all of us! We did you a favor!”

Larry snapped at her, his hand still raised from the sudden slap he had ‘gifted’ Morgan, who was still sniffling. His daughter, Lily, while still scowling, had some small amount of pity in her eyes. But instead of helping Morgan up, it was Doug who took the task, the 3rd member of the group, as the last member, Carley, glared with contempt at Lily. Doug picked up something for Morgan,  her hearing aid which was now broken.

“You fucking threw her last family members to those monsters outside! What the hell did you think she was going to do?” 

Morgan ignored the screaming match between the three, following Doug over to a quiet part of the pharmacy, being handed some tissues from behind the counter. She sat down on the metal, picking up a candy bar as Doug seemed to try looking for her extra hearing aid in her bag. “Here. Do.. Do you know when-”

“No. No.. But my dad will be back soon! He.. He’ll be back.” Morgan told herself, trying to not let doubt in as Doug questioned her father not being back yet. Bryson Everett had left a day prior, in search of extra supplies from next door. She gulped down the mush of her slightly melted candy bar, barely able to remember the warmth of her father’s last hug. Before.. Before everything had gone downhill.

Suddenly, the doors that had just been blockaded moments prior, burst open as Carley rushed outside in a panic. “What the hell are you-” Lily was interrupted by gunshots, before a group of new survivors rushed inside, Carley behind them. Doug left Morgan in favor of locking the door behind the group, shutting the gate and all, before joining back inside. 

“We can’t take risks like this!” 

“Well, we can’t just let people die either. Look at them, they got kids!”

Morgan barely understood the argument between Lily and Carley. Too busy staring at the man with the young girl, her eyes going wide in shock. She stood up shakenly, slowly walking over to him. “..Lee?”

The man stopped his muffled argument with Lilly and Larry, freezing in his anger to look at Morgan. Before anyone could say anything, they rushed towards one another, meeting in a rough hug. “Morgan! Oh thank god, you’re safe! Where’s Bud? Mom and Dad?”

She stiffened in his hold, no longer feeling relieved as he held her shoulders. Before she could answer, Lily took over. “Her grandparents died. Found them earlier cold and not moving. We took care of it..”

“Took care of it? We practically did everything! ‘Cause this bitch took her sweet time- ..Holy shit.”

Larry, in the middle of starting up a fight, saw something that made him turn gray. Right behind the other man who had run inside, sat a boy. A boy covered in walker guts. 

“Son of a bitch, one of them is bitten!”

Lee spoke up, trying to calm the sudden growing aggression building. “He wasn’t bitten.”

Morgan turned away from Lee to see the same thing, quickly rushing away to grab a wet rag, joining the woman who was hurriedly cleaning the blood-ridden child. “He’s not bitten, there’s no bite-”

“Hey, hey. Let me help. I believe you..”

The woman calmed down, revealing her name as Katjaa, and allowed Morgan to join her in cleaning her son, Duck. She didn't hear the rest of the argument behind her, mostly due to her hearing aid being broken and hyper focused on Duck. But, towards the end, right as Morgan and Katjaa finished wiping away the blood to show no bite mark, the whole room went silent as Lee exploded. 

“No! You don’t touch that boy! You don’t touch anybody! I’ve got a little girl and my niece in here too. You want to get violent, you old fuck?! Well, come on! You better have a plan to kill me though, BECAUSE IT’S ME, BEFORE ANYONE ELSE IN HERE!”

Morgan was speechless at her uncle’s fury, then paused. Looking around for the little girl she saw enter alongside him, she barely heard the scream as she frantically ran toward where the child stood. Everyone else turned to where the girl was screaming, knocked back by the walker who had emerged from the bathroom, as Morgan slid on the blood covered tile from earlier. Gritting her teeth, she hooked an arm around Clementine, whom she got the name from her uncle’s shout, twisting ‘round so her back took the blunt of hitting the shelves.

As Clementine continued to panic as the walker crawled closer, Morgan adjusted her grip and kicked the walker back, right as a gunshot rang through the store. The now busted head of the walker fell with a splat on the ground, as Clementine hugged her tightly and cried into her shoulder. Morgan hissed from the sting forming in her knees, having not expected to slip during her rescue. “H-Hey.. You ok kid? Clem? That was your name, right?”

She nodded, sniffling as Morgan rubbed away her tears. Morgan smiled at the fact Clem wasn’t hurt, but as she looked up, she froze. “Uh.. guys?” That was when everyone huddled behind the shelves, panic rising from whispered arguments Morgan couldn't make out.

“Everybody, stay quiet!” 

“They’re gonna get in-” “Shut up!”

Morgan held Clementine against her, holding the child’s ears closed as muffled gunshots and rumbling echoed from outside. As soon as she felt it all stop, she stood up with a groan, flinching as every sound imaginable blasted in her right ear.

“We almost died because of this bitch and her itchy trigger finger!”

“Dad, calm down-”

“That was stupid! That was–”

Larry suddenly gasped and grabbed his chest in a panic, falling to the floor with a thump. Lilly reacted first, rushing to her father on the ground, helping him to a corner. 

“What’s wrong with him?!” As Lee spoke with Lilly, Morgan wasn't paying attention, letting go of Clem, walking over to the locked doors. She placed her hand against the glass, searching outside for any sign of her fathers return. She stopped as the last of the conversation behind her 

finished up. 

“--need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I'll keep an eye on my dad.” Lily pleaded, as Kenny stood up and began to take charge. Morgan stared at him, blinking and rubbing her eyes. For a second, she thought he looked like her grandfather, with how fast he seemed to take command of the ragtag team the Everett pharmacy had become. Pointing at her, making her tune back into what was happening.

“And you young lady, you keep watch on Clementine and Duck. We need focus, and well.. You seem like a capable baby sitter. Don't think I didn't notice you protecting her earlier and helping my son. You got courage.”

“Morgan. Name’s Morgan.. Okay. I-I can do that. Come on kids..”

Personnel Office, Everett Pharmancy

5:47pm September 14th

She wondered where it all went wrong. Maybe it was the moment her uncle sent Clem to get her grandfather’s cane, currently holding the boards on the shattered window alongside Doug. A whole small herd pushing against them, trying to break through, for a taste of their flesh and warm blood. Morgan watched as Lee shoved the cane through the handles of the bulging doors, keeping the dead out. For a whole two seconds.

“AH! Shit!! Fucking help!!”

It was like time slowed, as she felt Doug grip her shirt in panic, spinning herself around and clawing her nails into his arms, trying and failing to pull him back against the strength of the walkers currently digging their way through the window. Due to the door being blocked off, the dead had found two new ways inside, the window Doug and Morgan had been holding off, and one gripping Carley only yards away. She yelled for her uncle’s help, barely able to hold onto her friend any longer. 

“Get off, get off! Get them off! Get them off me!” 

“Doug! God damn it! ANYONE FUCKING HELP US!”

She fell backwards, Doug almost landing on top of her as Lee pulled them out of the walkers’ grasp. She gasped and rushed back up, both of them checking for bites in a panic. Before they could thank Lee, screams began. Spinning around, she watched as Carely was jumped by a second dead, pulled down by the hair to the floor. She gagged, seeing the person who had stuck up for her and protected her uncle, ripped open like a christmas present with gusto by the two walkers. Her bloody intestines hanging off of a decaying arm, like an ugly scarf. Hair ripped out of her pale scalp, torn flesh between teeth, making her vomit on the floor. 

Before she could speak, Doug pulled her away and towards the back door. Right as Larry entered with the last bag packed for their evacuation, Doug had let go of her to get past the old man in a panic.

“They got Carley! They got-”

“It doesn't matter, you’ve gotta move!”

As Clementine rushed out of the office, she was caught by a crawling turned Carley, eyes blurred by a yellow sheen and groaning with a torn jaw. Screams erupted as Clem tried to kick her hand off, Lee rushing over and grabbing Carley’s forgotten purse. He hurriedly threw a magazine to Morgan, who had grabbed Carley’s abandoned gun which had slid across the floor earlier. Reloading, Morgan’s hands shook as she aimed at Carley, forcing her hands last minute to steady her only shot. With a loud bang, Carley’s walker body fell, releasing Clementine. Morgan grabbed her grandmother’s purse from the floor and stuffed the gun inside, grabbing Clementine’s hand and rushing outside. She barely heard the thud, Kenny running past her with an axe, before she turned and found her uncle standing beside her, a purple mark on his jaw.

She was given no time to question it, as Clementine pulled her to the truck and she took over as the role of sitter, helping Clem into the open trunk and hopping inside herself. Lee and Kenny jumped in, the truck driving away with all of their remaining group, leaving the now overrun pharmacy in the dust. All but Morgan and Lee looked ahead, the two of them watching their history die out in seconds as it all grew smaller in the distance.