Russell's Story/Transcript

The following is a transcript of Russell's Story of Telltale Games' The Walking Dead: 400 Days.

Unnamed Road
Russell walks down a long road alone.

Optional interactions=

Russell: Should 'prolly hurry.

A truck appears in the distance and starts driving up the road towards Russell.

Wyatt shot out the truck's headlight/Eddie shot out the truck's headlight=

The truck will be missing one of it's headlights.


 * -|Wyatt didn't shoot out the truck's headlight.

The truck will have both headlights.

Russell: Shit shit shit!

[Hide.]=

You hid from the approaching truck.

{{#tag:tabber|Lee saved Carley=

Russell jumps to the ground next to the body of Carley.

Russell: (whispering) Ugh, yuck. Fuckin' gross, man...

The truck pulls up next to Russell.

Nate: I see you cuddling with your girlfriend down there. Shit, bro.


 * -|Lee saved Doug=

Russell jumps to the ground next to the body of Doug.

Russell: (whispering) Ugh, yuck. Fuckin' gross, man...

The truck pulls up next to Russell.

Nate: I see you cuddling with your boyfriend down there. Shit, bro.

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Russell stands up.


 * -|Fuck you.=

TBA


 * -|I don't want no trouble.=

Russell: I don't want no trouble, please.

Nate: You just wanna be left alone with your friend down there?

Russell: No, just... leave me alone.

Nate: Look, I don't care what you do to whatever corpse you find.

Russell: I wasn't--


 * -|Damn.=

TBA



Russell says nothing.

TBA


 * -|[Stand your ground.]

You stood you ground.

{{#tag:tabber|This is stupid.=

TBA


 * -|I see anything weird, I'm runnin'.=

Russell: I see anything weird, I'm runnin' my ass off.


 * -|Maybe I can get a ride.=

Russell: Maybe this dude can gimme a ride. Maybe.



Russell says nothing.

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Russell remains standing as the truck pulls up next to him.

Nate: BANG! I just killed you. You're either stupid as fuck, or you think you're tough shit... or both, I guess.


 * -|Fuck you.=

Russell: Fuck you, man. Get outta here.

Nate: That ain't very fucking nice, kid.

Russell: I ain't no kid.

Nate: You better be careful, these ain't times to piss off a stranger.


 * -|I don't want no trouble.=

TBA


 * -|I need a ride.=

Russell: I need a ride, you got a ride.

Nate: You willin' to work for it? I got needs, you know what I'm sayin'?

Russell stands frozen.

Nate: I'm just fuckin' with you, man.



TBA

Nate: Okay, so you have some balls on you just standing there like that. You'll get killed eventually; ain't none of my business.

Russell: I won't--

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Nate: What's your name?

Don't matter.=

TBA


 * -|Russell.=

Russell: Russell.

You were honest with the stranger.

Nate: So you didn't steal that bag.


 * -|Asswipe.=

Russell: Asswipe.

Nate noticed that.

Nate: I was gonna say you look like an Asswipe. Asswipe ain't got any manners. Mom of Asswipe didn't teach him any manners. But maybe she named you Russell and you didn't lose them manners 'til later in life. Unless you stole that bag.



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Nate: I don't care who you steal from, if you did. Maybe you're in a gang that likes to rob people, I dunno. Are you in a crew? You got some boys wearin' hoodies I gotta worry about? 'Cos you steal from me and I'll get your throat out. I don't care who you run around with, understand?

It's mine, I didn't steal it.=

Russell: It's mine, I didn't steal it.

Nate: All right, good. I don't like thieves.


 * -|Leave me alone.=

TBA

{{#tag:tabber|Said name was Asswipe.=

Russell: Leave me alone.

Nate: ASSWIPE. AAAAAASSSSSSSSSSWIPE. Come on, man.


 * -|I'm not in a gang.=

TBA



TBA

Nate: Just get in the car. You're gonna get eaten out here otherwise, and I'm bored. Come on. Scoot. *tsk* Ain't gonna wait forever.

Okay. Yeah. I'd like a ride.=

Russell: Okay. Yeah. I'd like a ride. That'd be good, thanks.

Nate: Hell, yeah! Get in; lets tear it up.

Russell: I'm try'na get to my gran's house.

Nate: Fuck, she like'ta party? Just get in, we'll get there. Or somewhere, eventually.


 * -|Nah, I'm good.=

Russell: Nah, I'm good. Thanks. I don't want a ride.

Nate: Jesus, don't be so damn sensitive.

Russell: I said I'm good.

Nate: FINE.

Nate drives away a short distance and walkers start emerging out the surrounding forest.

{{#tag:tabber|Vince shot Danny's ankle cuff.=

A zombified Danny will be crawling up the road towards Russell.


 * -|Vince shot Justin's ankle cuff=

A zombified Justin will be crawling up the road towards Russell.

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The truck reverses back to Russell.

Russell: God damn. Shit. Shit.

Nate: Change yer mind?

{{#tag:tabber|Talk to Nate.=

Russell: Can you get me to Statesboro?

Nate: Lets find out! Get in!

Russell gets in the truck with Nate.

Nate: Hell, yeah! Get in; lets tear it up.

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 * -|Will you take me to Statesboro?=

TBA

Russell gets in the truck with Nate.

The truck drives away.

Nate: Name's Nate, by the way, thanks for askin'. You thirsty?

Russell: Uhh....

Nate takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey and hands it to Russell.

Nate: Here ya go.

Sure.=

Russell takes a sip from the bottle and starts coughing.

Nate: Good shit, ain't it? Hell of a kick, but it takes the edge off. You'll get used to it.

Russell: Actually, I think that's it for me. I'm good.

Nate: All right, fine.


 * -|I'm straight, thanks.=

Russell: I'm straight, thanks.

Nate: You aren't up tight are ya? Cos' this is the fuckin' apocalypse, this is like... nothin'.

Russell: No, I'm just good. Alright?

Nate: Alright, alright.


 * -|I don't want that shit.=

Russell: I don't want that shit.

Nate: This SHIT? You don't know what you're talkin' about. I damn near died procurin' this. I got half a mind to make you try it.

Russell: You can't make me do anything.

Nate: Hahaha, okay tough guy. We both know that ain't true, but OKAY. Would do you some fucking good.

Nate picks at his ear and wipes it on his jacket.

Nate: You want to tell me about where you come from at least? You must'a been with a crew. Any tail back where you come from? Maybe drop you off and do a double-back.

Russell looks at Nate.

Can we just drive?=

Russell: Can we just drive?

Nate: We? You want to sit on my lap?

Russell: I just don't want to talk.

Nate: You're a tough little nut, Russ.

They sit in silence for a moment. Nate gives Russell a few looks and scratches his chin.

Nate: Look man, I'm "sorry" if I freaked your out at first. We all got our way of coping with shit, right? I guess I can come across a bit... whatever.

Russell: I guess.

Nate: There ya go. Relax, we're gonna have some fun. Why don'tcha tell me where ya were before you got here?

Russell: *sigh* Fine.


 * -|No "tail."=

Russell: No, uh, "tail."

Nate: Damn; I retract my question.

Russell: There was a girl who I liked all right.

Nate: You're arguin' SEMANTICS, RUSS! Give a pall the deets.

Russell: All right.


 * -|Sure.=

Russell: Sure, yeah. I mean, I'll tell you about who I was with.

Nate: Don't leave out any juicy deets, alright?

Russell: Hah, uuh. Okay.



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Russell: There was seven of us. I didn't have any family there or nothing; they were all at my Gram's down in Statesboro. There was a dad who had a daughter 'bout my age. One guy said he used to be a cop but nobody really believed him; then a teacher and his wife. Leader was this guy, Steve.

Nate: Go back to the daughter.

Russell: Steve was a bad dude, but everyone was with him, you know? He said seven was the magic number, so we didn't add nobody to the group. If we found survivors it was the same every time. He... he...

Nate: Let it out, Paco.

Russell: Just... "We gonna kill these folks and take their stuff or what?" And then bang, they'd be dead. Anyway... I couldn't handle that. After weeks of it, I packed my shit up and figured I can make for Gran's alone and try to find my family. I slipped outta there. I couldn't live like that.

Nate turns on the radio which is playing 'Walk Among The Cobras: Part 1' by Dan Sartain.

Nate: Nobody got down with the daughter, then.

Russell: No, they DIDN'T.

Nate: What would you give her? Strong six? Just tell me something about her. How was the rack? Gimme a little something. Just a taste. Russ, I'm doing you a service here. I gotta get my beak wet! I'll put it right in here.

Sure, whatever.=

Russell: Sure, whatever.

Nate: Sure, whatever?! Come on!


 * -|Why do you gotta be like that?=

TBA


 * -|You're fucking rude.=

TBA



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Nate: All right, maybe someone who wasn't so near and dear to your heart then.

Nate speeds up the truck and slams on the breaks.

Russell: UGH! What the fuck?!

Nate: Come on, scale of 1 to 10.... What do you think?

A female walker starts slamming against the window where Russell is sitting.

Nate: She was slammin' before she was rotten, right? What do you think? Here. Get a look.

Nate rolls down Russell's window.

Russell: FUCK!?! AH! AHHH!

Nate: LIKE A NINE, RIGHT?!

Russell: (to walker) GET OFF ME!

Nate: MAYBE YOU GOT HIGH STANDARDS.

Russell: NA--HELP!

Nate: IF YOU SAY FIVE I'M GONNA FLIP! TELL ME, RUSS!

FIVE!=

TBA


 * -|[Scream for help.]=

TBA


 * -|I'LL KILL YOU!

Russell: I'LL KILL YOU!

Nate: DAMMIT, NO YOU WON'T! You're no fucking fun!


 * -|TEN, OKAY! TEN!=

Russell: TEN! OKAY?!? TEN, YOU PSYCHO!

Nate: YEAH! That's what I'm talkin' about!


 * -|Wait too long.=

Russell says nothing.

Nate: JESUS, RUSS! Calm down.

Nate points his pistol at the walker but the gun is out of bullets.

Nate: Dammit.

They drive away causing the walker to trip over and onto the floor.

Nate: Would you load that? Bullets in the glove, there.

Nate throws the gun onto Russell's lap.

Gil's Pitstop
The truck pulls up at Gil's Pitstop, outside Red's Diner.

Nate: Lets look for some supplies in here and see if we can fill up while we're at it. Don't be mad.

Nate grabs the gun from Russell.

Nate: Fine, be mad, just stop being a pussy.

I'm sorry; I don't like being scared.=

I--


 * -|I'm not mad.=

I--


 * -|I'm outta here.=

I--



Russell says nothing.

Russell's window shatters from a gunshot and Nate jumps out the truck.

Nate: WOAH SHIT! GO, GET OUT!

Russell gets out the truck and runs over to a gas pump.

Russell: Oof!

Nate: RUSS! Get the fuck down, man! You don't wanna be there! Get to the truck! I'll cover you!

I'll get shot!=

Russell: I'll get fucking shot!

Nate: No, you won't! I'll cover you, and this guy can't hit the broad side of a barn! Just move your ass!


 * -|You got bullets now?!

TBA


 * -|Okay! Get ready!

Russell: Okay, get ready!

Nate: Don't stop running! And keep your head down!



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Russell runs towards the truck while keeping his head down to avoid getting shot.

Said name was Russell.=

Nate: Good hustle!


 * -|Said name was Asswipe.=

Nate: Asswipe can move!

Russell: What happened to I'LL COVER YOU?!?

Nate: Look how good you did!

I shouldn't have come with you.=

Russell: I shouldn't have come with you.

Nate: Well it's too fucking late now. You need to relax, Russell.


 * -|What are we going to do?=

TBA


 * -|We're screwed.=

Russell: I dunno, man, fuck, we're screwed.

Nate: You haven't been shot at in three months?



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Nate: Come on, kid. Look at me.

[Turn away]=

Russell turns away. Nate grabs Russell's chin and makes him look at him.

Nate: RUSSELL. Get your shit together. There is no getting out of this right now. Okay?

Russell: Okay.

Nate: Now help me out here.


 * -|[Look at him]=

Russell looks at Nate.

Nate: This is no big deal. We got this, okay?

Russell: Okay.

Nate: First, we're gonna figure out exactly where this asshole is. Just get a quick glance! Come on, just a peek.

Russell peers over the truck and spots the sniper.

Nate: Down!

Russell gets down.

Nate: See, easy. Now we know where he is and we can fucking get him.

Russell: All right, yeah.

Nate: That's the spirit. Let's push this truck for cover.

Russell: Okay.

Nate:' It's in neutral, just keep your head down.

They start pushing the truck forward. The sniper shoots one of the truck's tires.

Russell: SHIT!

Nate: Just keep pushing!

The sniper shoots out a second tire, stopping the truck from moving.

Nate: Shit! PUSH!

Russell: ARRG....

Nate: Ugh! End of the road!

Russell: What now?!

Nate: We're gonna get around the side of the building. We gotta go from cover to cover. Seriously this time. I'm not fucking around.

Yeah, no problem.=

Russell: Yeah, no problem. Easy as pie.

Nate: Just don't get shot.


 * -|You gonna COVER ME?=

Russell: You gonna COVER ME?


 * -|We won't make it.=

TBA



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Nate: If we get to that car, we'll be out the line of fire. Here.

Nate holds the gun for Russell to take.

Nate: You can cover me first. I'm not fucking around. You cover me, then I'll cover you, or if you want to go first, that's fine, too.

I'll cover you.=

Russell: I'll cover you. You go first.

Russell takes the gun.

Nate noted your choice.

Nate: Just shoot at the window and keep that fucker's head down 'till I get where I'm going, then throw me the gun and I'll do the same. Ready?

Russell: Yeah.

Nate: You ready, Russ?

{{#tag:tabber|[Aim at sniper]=

Nate: Remember DON'T stop shooting! Fire!

Russell aims at the sniper and shoots while Nate runs towards the car for cover.

Nate reaches the car.

Nate: All right! Throw me the gun and I'll cover you!

Russell throws the gun to Nate which he catches.

Nate: Go!

Russell runs towards the car while Nate shoots at the sniper.

Nate: Good job.

{{!}}-{{!}}[Draw on Nate]=

Russell aims the gun at Nate.

Nate turns around.

Nate: Dammit, Russ, what's the goddamn hold up-- OH COME ON. Are you serious? All right, Russ, you caught me with my balls out. That's good. Good one, kid. This is your MOMENT, Russell! BIG RUSS! Lets get these fucks! Come on, Russ! We gotta move, man! You and I both know you're not going to shoot me.

{{#tag:tabber|Fine. I'm sorry.=

Russell lowers the gun.

Russell: Fine. I'm sorry. Just... don't fuck with me again, okay?

Nate noted that.

Nate: I can't promise that, but I see that you're upset.

Russell: God, you're the fucking worst.

Nate: Yeah, I know. Remember DON'T stop shooting! Fire!

Russell aims at the sniper and shoots while Nate runs towards the car for cover.

Nate reaches the car.

Nate: All right! Throw me the gun and I'll cover you!

Russell throws the gun to Nate which he catches.

Nate: Go!

Russell runs towards the car while Nate shoots at the sniper.

Nate: Good job.

{{!}}-{{!}}[Shoot him.]=

Nate: Oh come on, RUSSELL, cut the shit.

You threatened Nate.

Nate: Gimme that.

Nate snatches the gun from Russell.

Nate: Now let's do this.

Nate holds the gun over the truck's bonnet and starts firing at the sniper while Russell runs towards the car. Russell reaches the car.

Russell: All right, I'm good!

Nate: Heads up!

Nate throws the gun towards Russell.

{{#tag:tabber|Russell catches the gun.=

TBA

{{!}}-{{!}}Russell misses the gun.=

Nate: Nice!

Russell quickly grabs the gun from outside the cover of the car without getting shot.

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Nate: As soon as you start shootin', I'm comin'!

Russell aims at the sniper and shoots while Nate runs towards the car for cover.

Russell passes Nate the gun.

{{!}}-{{!}}This is crazy. I'm out.=

TBA

{{!}}-{{!}}...=

Russell says nothing.

TBA

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 * -|Cover me. I'll go first.=

Russell: I'll go first.

Nate noted your choice.

Nate: Atta' boy Russ. Haul ass.

Nate holds the gun over the truck's bonnet and starts firing at the sniper while Russell runs towards the car. Russell reaches the car.

Russell: All right, I'm good!

Nate: Heads up!

Nate throws the gun towards Russell.

{{#tag:tabber|Russell catches the gun.=

TBA

{{!}}-{{!}}Russell misses the gun.=

Nate: Nice!

Russell quickly grabs the gun from outside the cover of the car without getting shot.

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Nate: As soon as you start shootin', I'm comin'!

Russell aims at the sniper and shoots while Nate runs towards the car for cover.

Russell passes Nate the gun.

Russell: Now what?

Nate looks towards the side of the building.

Nate: We get over there and we should be good. GO!

Nate covers Russell as he runs towards the side of the building. Russell trips before getting there.

Russell: UGH!

Nate quickly comes up behind Russell and drags him to cover.

You're crazy.=

TBA


 * -|Thanks.=

Russell: Thanks.

Nate: We're not done yet.


 * -|You saved my life.=

Russell: You saved my life.

Nate: Whatever, we got more work to do.



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Nate: Let's see if we can get in around back... sneak up on this asshole... Follow me.

They climb over a chain link fence.

Russell: Man, what are we doing?

Nate: Well we gotta get in there, fucker shot at us. Russell, relax man. When this is over we're gonna take what we can, head on down to your Gram's and have a big ol' home cooked meal, all right? Come on. Watch out for that.

Russell pauses to look at the zombified body of Clyde with a screwdriver through his eye.

Nate: What's the problem?

We should put it out of its misery.=

TBA


 * -|Nothing. No problem.=

TBA


 * -|Is it still dangerous?=

Russell: Is it still dangerous?

Nate: Probably. Just get over here.



Russell says nothing.

TBA

Kill Walker.=

TBA


 * -|Walk away.=

Nate: Russ! Come on.

They enter the back room of Gil's Pitstop.

Nate: (whispering) Okay, it's clear. Keep your head down and follow me, you got it?

They enter the kitchen.

Nate: (whispering) All right, we're gonna be fucking QUIET. We're gonna sneak up on this son of a bitch and take him out. You hear me? Not a fucking peep. Let's go.

Nate looks through the door.

Nate: (whispering) I see him! Check through the window. See if there's anyone else!

Look through window.=

Russell looks through the window and sees the sniper.

Talk to Nate.=

Russell: (whispering) I think I saw a guy!

Nate: (whispering) No shit?

Nate looks through the door again.

Nate: Grab him. I'll cover you.

Russell: Do I sneak up, or just jump out and grab him?

Nate: Your call.

They enter the main diner area.

Russell either sneaks up on or jumps out at the sniper and wrestles the gun off him.

The sniper is an old man. His wife sits next to him with a gunshot wound in her side.

Jean: WALT! Oww...

Walt: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU MONSTERS!

Nate: Whoa, gramps!

Walt: I told you not to come back here! Think you can just leave your mask at home?! And now you're with this fuckin' spook.

Nate: First off, watch the fucking racism! This is my boy! Secondly, I don't fucking know you, we were just passing by like anyone else.

Walt: BULLSHIT! You came back to finish us off and take all our food!

Nate: You've lost your goddamn marbles.

Walt: She's dyin' and now she can see your face.

Nate: Shut up.

Walt: She can see who took her from me!

What's he talking about?=

Russell: Mask? What's he talking about?

Nate: Fuck if I know. He's crazy.

Russell: Have you been here before?

Nate: Russell, don't you start.


 * -|We've never been here.=

Russell: We've never been here, sir.

Walt: Then who shot my wife?!

Russell: It wasn't us.


 * -|Shut this guy up.=

Russell: Shut this guy up. I can't handle this.

Nate: Agreed. Look at how much progress we've made.



TBA

Nate: You tried to kill us for no goddamn reason. If anything we should take you out for that.

Nate draws his gun.

Walt: PLEASE, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! PLEASE LEAVE US ALONE.

Nate: What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?

Nate points his gun at Russell and grins with sick pleasure.

I'm done. Goodbye.=

TBA


 * -|Uh... huh, yeah, sure.=

Russell: Uhh....

Nate shoots Walt in the chest and then shoots Jean in the neck.

Russell: Wha...Wha...why..

Nate: All right! Look at all this shit. See? Worth dodgin' some bullets.

Russell: What the--

Nate: Relax. You're my boy, Russell. Things are going to me a-okay.

Nate kept you around.

Nate wanders around the diner while Russell stands by himself, still processing what just happened.


 * -|Are you fucking serious?!=

Russell: Are you serious?

Nate: Maybe. Why not?

Russell: That's fucked up. There are real fucking monsters out there.

Nate: No shit.

Russell: And you're just going to joke about the shit I seen? Fuck you, Nate.

Nate: I saved your ass.

Russell: You didn't do shit.

Nate: Easy, Russ.

Russell: I ain't hurtin' no one. And don't you hurt these people either.

Nate: COME ON! Can we still be friends?

Russell: No.

You stood up to Nate and walked away.

Russell walks away from Nate and leaves the diner through the back exit. On his way out he hears two gunshots from inside.



TBA