"I reckon you didn't do it, then."
You looked up at the handcuffs and into the uniformed escort driving in the rearview window. He was an old, handsome man with an accent. Every now and then he looked back at the road before glancing at you.
"Why do you say that?" You manage to say. "Y'know, I drivin' a buncha fellas down to this prison. Lord knows how many. Usually about now or so I would hear the "I didn't do it." Part."
"Every time?" "EVERY time." Yea, he must have been in the force for a long time. No way to get a free way out.
There was silence for a moment before the radio buzzed. "We got what looks like a 10-91E near Peachtree Exit of 285. All cars are asked to keep on a lookout for…" It droned on with its monotone voice. Luckily, the policeman talked over it.
"I followed your case a little bit, you being a Macon girl and all…"
"What'd ya think?"
"I'm glad I chose law, not order. A big messy trial like that. Even if you were innocent, a lot of what happened can't ever be undone." He spoke truthfully. Three cop car squads drove through on the other side of the highway with their sirens on full blast. The radio spoke again, saying something about medical attention at Hartsfield and 10's and 20's. Was there a riot going on back in the city?
"I got a nephew up at UGA, you teach there long? "Just about to start my sixth year."
Then the worst part was brought up. "You met your husband back at Athens?" An invisible bullet pierced through your heart as you looked away from him and to the streets where traffic is building up.
"Do you know how I see it?" He brought up, more squad cars and some SWAT vans passing by. "Sure." You said as the sirens drowned away.
The officer looked like he was about to say something, but shuts his trap and continues on driving. "Regardless, I think you just married the wrong guy." He said. You wanted to say a smartass comment back at him, but you knew your ass will get a stronger bite. Instead, you just let out a pissed off sigh…growl…noise.
The radio mentioned a riot in progress and all officers must attend, followed by MORE sirens AND a helicopter. This must be one bloody riot going on. Why a helicopter, though?
"I'm driving this man once, h-he was the worst one. He wouldn't stop going on how he didn't do it. He was an olda fella. Big, soft eyes behind a pair of smart folk glasses, and he was just wailing back there, saying it wasn't him. Crying and snotting all over, just where you're sitting." The driver started, making you shift in your seat a little from the thought of sitting on wet tears and snot.
The radio buzzed again, but the officer turned it off in annoyance. "Then before long, he started kicking the back of the seat, li-like a fussy baby on an airplane. And I told him to stop, that's government property, and I'll be forced to zap him otherwise." He paused. "So he stopped, exhausted all his options, and started crying out for his mother! 'Mama, it's all a big mistake! I didn't do it!'"
"So did he do it?" "We caught the fucker red handed! Stabbing his wife, cutting her up just as the boys went through the door! He sits in my car screaming bloody murder that it wasn't him! I think he actually believed it himself." Wow, people can go snap so easily. From the tone the officer, it sounded like he experienced it too many times before.
"It comes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their life is over." His voice was serious, he was reading your mind!
"I got another good one for ya. This one a little bit less depressing and a bit more hilarious if you say so…" The officer was about to start another story. As much as you wanted to hear it, there was someone walking on the road and in the path of the car! The officer wasn't even concentrated on the road.
"OH SHIT!" You screamed. The car made contact with the person. From a split second pause, the flesh of the victim looked rotten and torn away by something else. Then the world came back into fast forward as the car swiveled out of control, eventually leading head on into the metal that separated the trees with the road and breaking it. The car started spinning as the two of you were being thrashed all around with the items in it, including the officer's shotgun. You can't remembered anything else after feeling pain in your leg and losing your vision into darkness.
Telltale games presents
With association of Hidekaz Himaruya and Robert Kirkman
THE WALKING DEAD
Episode 1: A New Day