Jack Bedlum (played anonymously) Jul 30 2017, 10:39pm
four years after the plague
The Small town of Wicketts North Dakota sat in a state of aged ruin, silent as the bones of an abandoned corpse, one of many, just so happened to lay in the center of the mainstreet of town.
At one point this had been the towns local 'crime lord' or at least, the closest thing wicketts could muster, which was... less than impressive as his empire consisted of weed, and illegal Energy drinks, which, oddly enough would have kept him in a simple life until he reached a phase of retirement, even after the outbreak as he had gained some trust amoung the local thugs... until it was discovered the Vaccine had been experimented with Energy powder, to which he made it to the end of main stream before promptly being consumed, creating the one of many monumentous and Iconic dried skeletal corpses.
Bare rib cages opened wide and broken into the sky like a broken maw gasping for life withered teeth like ribs whistling in the wind.
Down the street laid the librarian who had been used as bait to see if anyone was there two years prior and had found out the hard way that the town was still technically infested, the only peice of clothing not withered away was the tattered undergarment around the skeletal ankle, as the rest had been tattered and eaten by the elements, insects and scavengers.
The third, near town hall was suspended by a powerline, this had been the mayor who had jumped out the window, andwas promptly roasted, and burned to a chard boney mass.
These corpses, along with the others, softly added to the faint symphony of silence and whistlin breeze as the gloomy wave of dark over cast rolled like a wave of suspended grey cottony tides covering the world in a gloomy, dying hue.
The green grass rippling as the muggy breeze wafted about the town, rattling ancient wooden porch chimes, the mayors leg bone against the remaining left femur, and gasped against the Librarian and the dealers ribs like flutes, a soft orchestra to death, and loss as the shadowed ghost of a happy, simple town, now reduced to a skeleton.
However, a new sound added to the towns music, the pattered rumble of a large Jeep a topless juryrigged mock-up of a beast that held what looked like the remnant of a mounted gun attatched to the back, the driver shrowded by faint of the dust of the old road as it finally stopped at the beginning of mainstreet, before it stopped, and was promptly turned off, promptly silencing the raucaus chorus of what must have been the looney-tunes opening theme.
As this silence struck the jeep, the driver casually lifted himself from the deivers seat and hopped to the side, exposing the large figure clad in a simple Bomber Jacket, used with the occasional crude patch here and their as his shoulders lead to a built neck, red hair poking out around the bottom edge of a long rimed fedora, Indiana Jonesesque in style that placed a shadow over the pitch black sunglasses that laid under its brim, as well as the red Diamond paisly bandana that hung over the rest of the mans face.
The man stopped, now in better lighting than the left side of his car, pulled out a tattered patched US map marked and scribbled in random, hard to understand references and pictures as he spoke to himself in a light, oddly chipper tone too quiet to make out.
He found the section he was looking for, folded the map where he could hold the map in one hand, and scratched the side of his face absent mindedly, seemingly unaware of the silent figure that had risen from the garbage in the alley directly next to him.
This, had once been Gibby Dupin, the local drunk and X-logger, the X stemming deom the fact he was a prompt drunk.
His somewhat emaciated build had been rather flabby, said flab now hanging around him lime the tattered clothing of the homless man he had torn apart before laying in the trash several months prior.
Now, with fresh meat on the table, Gibby waddle-shuffled his way slowly towards the new comer in town, who at this point seemed to be absorbed into his map as he dragged his deft legs towards him choking on air that would never reach his lungs and instead slid 15 feet... 9 feet... 5 feet-
Reaching his arms up to finally lay hands on his prey-... just as the man casually reached his free hand into his holster, pulled out a large Hand cannon, lazily tap the end against gibbys chin, and blow the entire cranial area of his head into a small puff of bloody fireworks on par with the powdered paint thrown in inda... only far more wet, and eternally more visceral.
And with that, this odd man folded his map, pocketed it, put his knuckles against his hops and promptly said.
"HOOONEY I'M HOME!"
four years after the plague
The Small town of Wicketts North Dakota sat in a state of aged ruin, silent as the bones of an abandoned corpse, one of many, just so happened to lay in the center of the mainstreet of town.
At one point this had been the towns local 'crime lord' or at least, the closest thing wicketts could muster, which was... less than impressive as his empire consisted of weed, and illegal Energy drinks, which, oddly enough would have kept him in a simple life until he reached a phase of retirement, even after the outbreak as he had gained some trust amoung the local thugs... until it was discovered the Vaccine had been experimented with Energy powder, to which he made it to the end of main stream before promptly being consumed, creating the one of many monumentous and Iconic dried skeletal corpses.
Bare rib cages opened wide and broken into the sky like a broken maw gasping for life withered teeth like ribs whistling in the wind.
Down the street laid the librarian who had been used as bait to see if anyone was there two years prior and had found out the hard way that the town was still technically infested, the only peice of clothing not withered away was the tattered undergarment around the skeletal ankle, as the rest had been tattered and eaten by the elements, insects and scavengers.
The third, near town hall was suspended by a powerline, this had been the mayor who had jumped out the window, andwas promptly roasted, and burned to a chard boney mass.
These corpses, along with the others, softly added to the faint symphony of silence and whistlin breeze as the gloomy wave of dark over cast rolled like a wave of suspended grey cottony tides covering the world in a gloomy, dying hue.
The green grass rippling as the muggy breeze wafted about the town, rattling ancient wooden porch chimes, the mayors leg bone against the remaining left femur, and gasped against the Librarian and the dealers ribs like flutes, a soft orchestra to death, and loss as the shadowed ghost of a happy, simple town, now reduced to a skeleton.
However, a new sound added to the towns music, the pattered rumble of a large Jeep a topless juryrigged mock-up of a beast that held what looked like the remnant of a mounted gun attatched to the back, the driver shrowded by faint of the dust of the old road as it finally stopped at the beginning of mainstreet, before it stopped, and was promptly turned off, promptly silencing the raucaus chorus of what must have been the looney-tunes opening theme.
As this silence struck the jeep, the driver casually lifted himself from the deivers seat and hopped to the side, exposing the large figure clad in a simple Bomber Jacket, used with the occasional crude patch here and their as his shoulders lead to a built neck, red hair poking out around the bottom edge of a long rimed fedora, Indiana Jonesesque in style that placed a shadow over the pitch black sunglasses that laid under its brim, as well as the red Diamond paisly bandana that hung over the rest of the mans face.
The man stopped, now in better lighting than the left side of his car, pulled out a tattered patched US map marked and scribbled in random, hard to understand references and pictures as he spoke to himself in a light, oddly chipper tone too quiet to make out.
He found the section he was looking for, folded the map where he could hold the map in one hand, and scratched the side of his face absent mindedly, seemingly unaware of the silent figure that had risen from the garbage in the alley directly next to him.
This, had once been Gibby Dupin, the local drunk and X-logger, the X stemming deom the fact he was a prompt drunk.
His somewhat emaciated build had been rather flabby, said flab now hanging around him lime the tattered clothing of the homless man he had torn apart before laying in the trash several months prior.
Now, with fresh meat on the table, Gibby waddle-shuffled his way slowly towards the new comer in town, who at this point seemed to be absorbed into his map as he dragged his deft legs towards him choking on air that would never reach his lungs and instead slid 15 feet... 9 feet... 5 feet-
Reaching his arms up to finally lay hands on his prey-... just as the man casually reached his free hand into his holster, pulled out a large Hand cannon, lazily tap the end against gibbys chin, and blow the entire cranial area of his head into a small puff of bloody fireworks on par with the powdered paint thrown in inda... only far more wet, and eternally more visceral.
And with that, this odd man folded his map, pocketed it, put his knuckles against his hops and promptly said.
"HOOONEY I'M HOME!"
Okay... on three... One... two...
Damn it... Okay on five... one... two-
The zombie sprang from behind the counter first, with a rough landing onto the floor, head first. For a moment, it sputtered in attempts to gain ground, but Nicole quickly stomped her boot to the face, repeatedly, wailing like an idiot as she did so. As the head turned to a bloody mass of gore, she turned away quickly, forced to hold a hand to her mouth after having to shake a chunk from her shoe. The most disgusting and petrifying thing she'd ever done in her short time alive.
Nicole had planned on a sneak attack. She didn't account for her own breathing to be loud enough to alert the zombie first. She wasn't very good with this kind of thing. A glance at the man's clothing claimed him to be a janitor at some point in time. Now, he was nothing more than a pile of flesh smeared onto the floor. Somehow that didn't make her feel any better.
Hopping behind the counter he had approached from, she did a double take on the door out of habit, before scavenging inside a few remaining boxes that had yet to reach the shelves. The rest of the store had been nearly picked clean a month ago. The fact that there was anything at all was a miracle.
Oh my god... there's Twinkies in this box. Actual freaking Twinkies. Where the hell were these before the end of the world?
She grabbed a handful of snack cakes, a very humorous sight to catch in the reflection of the door, and quickly waddled out, approaching a faded red jeep that stood parked just outside the store. The crew was waiting patiently, two men and a woman, all looking frightened.
The tallest of the men spoke first. Dark hair and eyes, with tan skin. Hopping from off the side of the Jeep, he quickly took the food from her hands, loading it inside.
"We heard you scream, was there some inside?"
"Just one, but I got him. Didn't see anything else but-"
The red-head woman cut her off almost immediately, "Twinkies?This is revolting. You couldn't have found anything else?"
The blonde male, shorter than the other, interjected, "Food is food, Hannah, just load it into the damn truck already. We have to go now!"
"Stop yelling at me, it's all you ever do, I wish I had stayed with my stupid sister-"
Finally, Nicole intervened. "Uh- excuse me? Where are we going?"
Silence. Their eyes met hers for a moment, before turning away to hop inside the Jeep. Confused, she tried to read the expressions around her. But the only response she was given was nothing at all. Her mouth fell agape, trying to find the words to speak. She could see what was going on.
Finally, the tan male laid a hand on her shoulder with a sad smile, before getting into the driver's seat.
"Sorry kiddo. Hope you make it. Thanks for the food."
Seconds later, Nicole was alone. Standing outside the market like an idiot as the people she had willingly helped drove away from her. For a while, she did nothing but watch, more upset at herself than the others. At last, she took the liberty to kick a remaining Twinkie across the parking lot, before taking a breath, and beginning her very long walk towards nowhere.
Damn it... Okay on five... one... two-
The zombie sprang from behind the counter first, with a rough landing onto the floor, head first. For a moment, it sputtered in attempts to gain ground, but Nicole quickly stomped her boot to the face, repeatedly, wailing like an idiot as she did so. As the head turned to a bloody mass of gore, she turned away quickly, forced to hold a hand to her mouth after having to shake a chunk from her shoe. The most disgusting and petrifying thing she'd ever done in her short time alive.
Nicole had planned on a sneak attack. She didn't account for her own breathing to be loud enough to alert the zombie first. She wasn't very good with this kind of thing. A glance at the man's clothing claimed him to be a janitor at some point in time. Now, he was nothing more than a pile of flesh smeared onto the floor. Somehow that didn't make her feel any better.
Hopping behind the counter he had approached from, she did a double take on the door out of habit, before scavenging inside a few remaining boxes that had yet to reach the shelves. The rest of the store had been nearly picked clean a month ago. The fact that there was anything at all was a miracle.
Oh my god... there's Twinkies in this box. Actual freaking Twinkies. Where the hell were these before the end of the world?
She grabbed a handful of snack cakes, a very humorous sight to catch in the reflection of the door, and quickly waddled out, approaching a faded red jeep that stood parked just outside the store. The crew was waiting patiently, two men and a woman, all looking frightened.
The tallest of the men spoke first. Dark hair and eyes, with tan skin. Hopping from off the side of the Jeep, he quickly took the food from her hands, loading it inside.
"We heard you scream, was there some inside?"
"Just one, but I got him. Didn't see anything else but-"
The red-head woman cut her off almost immediately, "Twinkies?This is revolting. You couldn't have found anything else?"
The blonde male, shorter than the other, interjected, "Food is food, Hannah, just load it into the damn truck already. We have to go now!"
"Stop yelling at me, it's all you ever do, I wish I had stayed with my stupid sister-"
Finally, Nicole intervened. "Uh- excuse me? Where are we going?"
Silence. Their eyes met hers for a moment, before turning away to hop inside the Jeep. Confused, she tried to read the expressions around her. But the only response she was given was nothing at all. Her mouth fell agape, trying to find the words to speak. She could see what was going on.
Finally, the tan male laid a hand on her shoulder with a sad smile, before getting into the driver's seat.
"Sorry kiddo. Hope you make it. Thanks for the food."
Seconds later, Nicole was alone. Standing outside the market like an idiot as the people she had willingly helped drove away from her. For a while, she did nothing but watch, more upset at herself than the others. At last, she took the liberty to kick a remaining Twinkie across the parking lot, before taking a breath, and beginning her very long walk towards nowhere.
"This is a fucking awful idea, Ralph. Aren't you already a walking pharmacy?" Christopher looked down at his twin brother, who was trying to unlock the front door of a tiny house. He definitely wasn't too pleased with his brother's suggestion of going back to the city. Sure, Wicketts was just another abandoned town, but he'd still rather stay away from too much civilization. Towns means people. People means zombies, walkers, whatever you'd like to call them. They've had good luck so far, and yet Ralph insisted on going here.
"Look, old people get sick easily. And then they get pumped with pills. Just help me open the door, then I'll do it myself," Ralph responded, turning towards his brother. Christopher sighed, but then slid down from the black horse and stepped up on the porch. Tesla didn't really seem to care about his rider's absence, but simply started chewing on the long grass that covered the entire front yard. Christopher had refused to name the horse, figuring it wouldn't last for long, but after a week, Ralph had decided to name it after the scientist. Chris, of course, still thought that the horse was named after a car.
"We've already got plenty of pills, man," Christopher muttered once he got up in front of the door. He decided to put his ear up against it, in order to figure out whether there were any activity inside the house.
"We're out of antibiotics. And immunoglobulin."
"I hate that shit anyway."
"Tell me again when you get knocked out from a cold."
Christopher snorted, but then took a few steps back, in order to kick in the door. The sound was louder than what Ralph expected, but at least it was open now. "Alright. Wait here." Ralph grabbed the kitchen knife from his belt, causing Christopher to roll his eyes, before he disappeared inside of the house. It wasn't like Christopher couldn't just follow him inside, but he knows that his brother needs the experience. He has to get used to do this on his own.
Ralph went straight for the bathroom. That's the priority. Bathroom, kitchen, bedroom. He gets upset if he can't go through his list like that, because the rules definitely offers some sort of comfort. Like he knows what he is doing. It didn't take long to find the bathroom, but his findings weren't really worth the time. Either the residents already took whatever medicine they could on their way out, or they simply fought illnesses with vitamin pills and aspirin. Ralph still took the bottles and dumped them in his backpack, reminding himself to update his inventory list. When you're carrying around this amount of medicine and equipment, then you need to keep track of what is running out. Chris doesn't care, which is no surprise, but it makes Ralph feel in control.
The kitchen didn't really offer anything interesting either, except for a bag of (probably) stale biscuits, and then it was time for the bedroom. Ralph didn't suspect anything when he wandered through the house, opening and closing doors. It was so quiet, so he never thought twice before finally opening the right door and step inside, only to find himself facing the residents of the house. Or, technically, the remains of the residents. His eyes first caught the skeleton on the bed, still with pieces of rotten tissue scattered on the bones. Must have been the wife. Then he saw her husband, standing in the corner of the room. He wasn't in a very good shape, since he obviously hadn't figured out a way to make it out of the bedroom after eating his wife. The skin had started to come off, pieces of flesh hanging off his limps, probably after an attempt to get out of the broken window or something. Ralph isn't sure how long it took the man to notice him, perhaps he was surprised about seeing a living meal after this long, but Ralph only just managed to jump back, when he threw himself towards him. The man growled at him, trying to reach for his legs, but Ralph stomped on his hands before he turned around and sprinted towards the front door. He slammed the door after him and leaned up against it. It didn't take more than two seconds before the door took a hit, and then one more. However, it didn't seem to depend on Ralph's support, so he quickly put the machete back in the belt and then ran towards his bike that was leaning up against the porch. Christopher was already up on the horse, definitely not looking too impressed with his brother's achievements. There was no need for exchanging words when they left the front yard and started to make their way up the street, towards the center of the town. Only when they could spot the main road of Wicketts, Christopher finally decided to break the silence.
"Some day you need to kill them, brother."
"Look, old people get sick easily. And then they get pumped with pills. Just help me open the door, then I'll do it myself," Ralph responded, turning towards his brother. Christopher sighed, but then slid down from the black horse and stepped up on the porch. Tesla didn't really seem to care about his rider's absence, but simply started chewing on the long grass that covered the entire front yard. Christopher had refused to name the horse, figuring it wouldn't last for long, but after a week, Ralph had decided to name it after the scientist. Chris, of course, still thought that the horse was named after a car.
"We've already got plenty of pills, man," Christopher muttered once he got up in front of the door. He decided to put his ear up against it, in order to figure out whether there were any activity inside the house.
"We're out of antibiotics. And immunoglobulin."
"I hate that shit anyway."
"Tell me again when you get knocked out from a cold."
Christopher snorted, but then took a few steps back, in order to kick in the door. The sound was louder than what Ralph expected, but at least it was open now. "Alright. Wait here." Ralph grabbed the kitchen knife from his belt, causing Christopher to roll his eyes, before he disappeared inside of the house. It wasn't like Christopher couldn't just follow him inside, but he knows that his brother needs the experience. He has to get used to do this on his own.
Ralph went straight for the bathroom. That's the priority. Bathroom, kitchen, bedroom. He gets upset if he can't go through his list like that, because the rules definitely offers some sort of comfort. Like he knows what he is doing. It didn't take long to find the bathroom, but his findings weren't really worth the time. Either the residents already took whatever medicine they could on their way out, or they simply fought illnesses with vitamin pills and aspirin. Ralph still took the bottles and dumped them in his backpack, reminding himself to update his inventory list. When you're carrying around this amount of medicine and equipment, then you need to keep track of what is running out. Chris doesn't care, which is no surprise, but it makes Ralph feel in control.
The kitchen didn't really offer anything interesting either, except for a bag of (probably) stale biscuits, and then it was time for the bedroom. Ralph didn't suspect anything when he wandered through the house, opening and closing doors. It was so quiet, so he never thought twice before finally opening the right door and step inside, only to find himself facing the residents of the house. Or, technically, the remains of the residents. His eyes first caught the skeleton on the bed, still with pieces of rotten tissue scattered on the bones. Must have been the wife. Then he saw her husband, standing in the corner of the room. He wasn't in a very good shape, since he obviously hadn't figured out a way to make it out of the bedroom after eating his wife. The skin had started to come off, pieces of flesh hanging off his limps, probably after an attempt to get out of the broken window or something. Ralph isn't sure how long it took the man to notice him, perhaps he was surprised about seeing a living meal after this long, but Ralph only just managed to jump back, when he threw himself towards him. The man growled at him, trying to reach for his legs, but Ralph stomped on his hands before he turned around and sprinted towards the front door. He slammed the door after him and leaned up against it. It didn't take more than two seconds before the door took a hit, and then one more. However, it didn't seem to depend on Ralph's support, so he quickly put the machete back in the belt and then ran towards his bike that was leaning up against the porch. Christopher was already up on the horse, definitely not looking too impressed with his brother's achievements. There was no need for exchanging words when they left the front yard and started to make their way up the street, towards the center of the town. Only when they could spot the main road of Wicketts, Christopher finally decided to break the silence.
"Some day you need to kill them, brother."
A young woman was riding in the passenger side of a ford four door car. Next to her was a young man or maybe older, it was hard to tell with the shades over his eyes. Her eyes were forward with her own shades over her own eyes. They had been traveling for some time. Stopping on the way to help people out but that was about it. These two stuck close to each other, almost as if they were a couple but they never would say they were.
They were more like a brother and sister type of situation. Back before all this all started they were partners in crime. She would help him in some cases that she had and he would help in return. As she gazed out the window of the car, watching the zombies pass by, while they ate on their food. She remembered when they first hated each other. He would always jump in head first before anything and she would try to think of how to make it out.
She couldn't help but smirk and let out a soft chuckle. When she looked over at him, she saw him looking over at her. "What?! Can't I just laugh at something that I'm thinking about?" Athena watched him, hearing him go hmph and then turned his attention to the road again. Rolling her eyes, she looked out the window again, "You know..for as long as I known you..you need to open up more." Again, she heard a hmph, which made her shake her head in disgust.
As they drove or rather Lucas, her partner, drove on Athena looked over slowly with her eyes until they stopped upon a girl just walking down in their direction, off to the side. "Lucas, stop!!" He suddenly slammed on the breaks and looked towards where Athena was pointing. Before he could say anything, she was already out of the car.
"Hey! Girl!" She called out towards Nicole, "Where are your parents?" Hoping this girl had parents and that she was just looking for them. Lucas was still sitting in the car, watching his surroundings while Athena was talking with the girl.
They were more like a brother and sister type of situation. Back before all this all started they were partners in crime. She would help him in some cases that she had and he would help in return. As she gazed out the window of the car, watching the zombies pass by, while they ate on their food. She remembered when they first hated each other. He would always jump in head first before anything and she would try to think of how to make it out.
She couldn't help but smirk and let out a soft chuckle. When she looked over at him, she saw him looking over at her. "What?! Can't I just laugh at something that I'm thinking about?" Athena watched him, hearing him go hmph and then turned his attention to the road again. Rolling her eyes, she looked out the window again, "You know..for as long as I known you..you need to open up more." Again, she heard a hmph, which made her shake her head in disgust.
As they drove or rather Lucas, her partner, drove on Athena looked over slowly with her eyes until they stopped upon a girl just walking down in their direction, off to the side. "Lucas, stop!!" He suddenly slammed on the breaks and looked towards where Athena was pointing. Before he could say anything, she was already out of the car.
"Hey! Girl!" She called out towards Nicole, "Where are your parents?" Hoping this girl had parents and that she was just looking for them. Lucas was still sitting in the car, watching his surroundings while Athena was talking with the girl.
The strange man, after declaring his presence to the world happily turned, unslung the model repeater, and a shot gun from the side of his truck before turning back to mainstreet and walking his way towards the brick apartment building that sat next to the post office, quietly humming what sounded like 'we're in the money' as he looked at the door and its lock, looked around and promptly kicked the handle in accompanying by saying 'BOOT' as he did so.
The door easily gave way to his boot, and easily roused the semi decomposed dead still eeking a life in expired animation.
"Sorry folks! Just here ta fix the leak!" He said pulling his hat down and casually stepping over a slowly crawling form, happily humming to himself.
"I mean, i coulda been worse, I could have been the IRS or like, HOA so its kinda a win win." He said, supposedly adressing the cannabalistic corpses.
He was having one heck of a day, after traveling for the past couple of weeks he'd finally found a decent town to make his way through and possibly settle down for awhile, he had driven upstream of a progressing horde headed further east after the cattle herds they had tried to feed off of, but often missed as much to humanity's surprise.
Cows were finally smarter than something else.
Mean while, little did the man know, a jeep had pulled up next to his, seeing that it had just recently been parked there.
The tan driver stepped out looking confused.
"The heck?? How'd this get-" his partner, the other male quicklu urged him back.
"Dude! Get down! If theres someone else here they'll probably pop a cap in us!!"
The rather vocal girl slapped him over the head angrily.
"Don't be stupid! Just look over and take something before we go, I swear if I have othing more than stupid twinkies I am NOT gonna be in a mood tonight GOT IT!?"
The tan male sighed, first leaving the asian girl and now this?
Meanwhile, the owner of the other jeep was busy looking through a fridge.
"Bad... bad.... Fire bubbly- AH!!!" The man made a rather imasuline sound of glee, pulling a large neon yellow bottle of mexican soda.
"MY DEAREST DARLING!! You have returned!!" He said pushing aside the three bottles of alchohol for the soda, hugging the Pina fanta to his chest before pocketing it in his coat.
"Alright now back to the booze." He said taking these seperately and with less interest.
Outside the two men aproached the militaryesque vehicle.
"Holy piss man this things like a tank made a baby with a Hum-V! Said the less couth and less tan of the two men as he reached
up to look inside the drivers seat.
"DUDE!!! This guys packing an armory in here!!!" He reached in and picked up a large box of Shotgun shells.
Tan also looked in and picked up what looked like a collectors addition of Chuck jones cartoons.
"What the..."
"We gotta nick it man! This jeep is our salvation!" Said his paler buddy.
The tan man looked uncomfortable.
"What if he comes back?"
"What if its a she??"
Said the other female party.
"Just shut up brenda!" The louder of the two chastised before leaning out to yell at the boys again.
"Hurry the ^]%{^ up you idiots!!"
"Ah, whats up Doc?"
This came from a fifth voice, as a weight leaned against the front of the groups car, causing it to sag a bitunder his weight.
The owner of the car had come back out woth a plethura of junk and booze, the only item edible was a semi-ripe carrot that had grown out of a house compost pile, which he had promptly put into his mouth like a cigar, and for the life of him couldn't resist the Bugs bunny quote, in the process scaring the all living piss from his current guests, one of which quickly pulled a pistol out.
"Lou, chill out man!" Called the much more logical Tan skinned dave.
"Back off!! Ya crazy prick!!! Put your hands up!" lou barked brandishing his gun.
"LOU! PUT IT THE *]%}^] AWAY!" Before adding.
"Or at least shoot him quick so we can take his stuff..." she muttered to herself.
However, the owner of the Jeep didn't even raise his hands.
"Sorry to startle ya folks! But I couldn't help notice ya oogling my hip ride their homies."
He basked in the glow of his hipness and use of cool 'savage' slang like homies as he smiled from under his bandana.
"The H- whatever freak, just back off!"
The girl said.
Lou, now feeling ignored waved the gun about more recklessly.
"I'm point a gun at you!!! Piss off or I'll put a bullet in your frick'n head!!"
"I mean, yeah.. if it actually WORKED."
Lou blinked.
"What do you mean 'IF' it totally works! I-I shoot things with it all the time."
The man in the hat raised his hand in a almost compassionate manner
"Liiisten yosemite Sam, I've used alot of guns, like, trust me Bucko, ALOT of guns, and I can tell ya the last time you shot that gun was like... 2003 before it became a dummy gun for rookie cops and north Korean security guards."
"I bet he's some creepy cannibal guy! We should just shoot him! Its for the betterment of the world you hill billy sicko!!" Lisa shouted from the car.
" I am not!"
The man in the hat snapped back indignantly.
"Well, there was that one time in Bora bora, but that wasn't my fault!!" He added quickly.
Lou was beginning to already lose his already short temper as he threw the gun down and quickly walked towards the bandana man, raising a fist and loosely swinging it like he had at people all through college.
"Screw it I don't need a gun to kill some poser son of a-"
As Lou's fist shot forward, there was a short flicker of movement, the speed surprising for a guy as big as the bandana man, this was followed by a 'whoop' as the big man ducked, looped his arm around lou's, brought it down to his knee, causing Lou's elbow to snap over it, before his head was quickly and abruptly sent into the side of the green jeep, splitting his head open slightly, causing him to squeak and slide down the side of the jeep.
Dave panicked, and in his panic pulled out the pocket knife he held and thrust it forward, hitting the man in the abbs, this, the big man avoided by putting his arm forward, and with a flick of the wrist removed it from his hand flipped it, and almost offered to give it back till he heard lisa scream.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" Lisa, chipper gal that she was had picked up the one REAL rifle they had, a large shot gun they had pilfered a couple days ago from a shed.
"Lisa! Wait wait wait we-"
It was then that Lou, let out an agonized bellow, pulled himself up with his good hand, and pulled in his pained fury pulled a spar pistol from the rack it hung from before falling back down to try and take three shots at the man.
Unfortunately, bandana man moved just before he pulled the trigger, making Dave the recipient of the bullet, taking it to the head and dropping.
With the fluidity, and promptness of a spring releasing the big man unholstered his pistol, and with the speed of a Quick draw, with the ease of turning around and put one shot into Lou's chest and turned sending another into Lisa's knocking her off of their jeep and spraying Blood all over Brenda who was shrieking, dropping a blood stained twinkie as she rapidly tried to climb out of the jeep, only to fall in hysterics onto her face with an 'umph', soon realizing she had landed on lisa's bloody chest, she screamed, vomitted, and started sobbing as she tried to crawl towards the apartment building/ leaving the big man, his brown jacket and combat boots spattered in blood in, what he felt, was a rather awkward silence.
"Ah... whups... sorry about that folks!"
His large boots crunched against the asphalt as he approached the crawling gal.
"Okay, in my defense he DID jack my gun, but I will admit that was a bit over the top, so drama aside-"
He then picked Brenda up, her evergreen state university t-shirt covered in blood.
"I am soooo sorry." He said, trying to dust her off and handing her the knife.
"Buuuut, now weee're good right? No harm no foul?... okay harm but we already established that that was a freak accident!"
Brenda looked up at him with a terrorized look, then down at the knife, then back to him.
Bandana man held a hand up.
"Frrrriends?" He said, sheepishly.
Brenda was silent.
"Hello-"
"}^{*]% YOU CHAUVENISTIC REPUBLICAN RASCIST!!" She took the knife from his hand and quickly jabbed him in the abdomen and quickly ran inside the apartment, screaming as bodies moved towards her slowly and quickly ran into a bathroom and locked the door panting as she locked the door, and pressed her back to it panting heavily as she looked around the bathroom, before turning and pressing her arms to the door expecting heavy hands to force the door open.
Outside, the bandana clad man looked down at his stomach.
"Ow...." he said, lacking any severity or concern.
"Okay... lady, that was rude!" He said quickly following her into the apartment, walking over the exasperated zombies and knocking on the door.
"Look, I know all your friends are dead an all but that knife bit was a cheap shot!! And with a swiss army knife? Really?" However, his words were lost against the Hysteric screeching as Brenda's head was repeatedly slammed against the door as a bare female zombie, stomach slowly filling as it sunk rotted teeth into lisa's neck as for the first time in a year she had something to eat.
"Like look, I know you need your privacy and all but can you at least answer through the door or some-"
It was then he noticed the blood pooling at the door.
"Uh... well.. that explains alot... look, Iiiii'm just gonna let ya go okay? And let you fix your uuuh. Issues.... 'kay bye!" And with that, he was head back out the door standing next to the jeep.
He couldn't loot it, that gal might come back out and need it... then again..." he rationalized taking the shot gun from the dead angry lady and examined it.
"Oo! Hemingway!" He said seeing the brand.
The door easily gave way to his boot, and easily roused the semi decomposed dead still eeking a life in expired animation.
"Sorry folks! Just here ta fix the leak!" He said pulling his hat down and casually stepping over a slowly crawling form, happily humming to himself.
"I mean, i coulda been worse, I could have been the IRS or like, HOA so its kinda a win win." He said, supposedly adressing the cannabalistic corpses.
He was having one heck of a day, after traveling for the past couple of weeks he'd finally found a decent town to make his way through and possibly settle down for awhile, he had driven upstream of a progressing horde headed further east after the cattle herds they had tried to feed off of, but often missed as much to humanity's surprise.
Cows were finally smarter than something else.
Mean while, little did the man know, a jeep had pulled up next to his, seeing that it had just recently been parked there.
The tan driver stepped out looking confused.
"The heck?? How'd this get-" his partner, the other male quicklu urged him back.
"Dude! Get down! If theres someone else here they'll probably pop a cap in us!!"
The rather vocal girl slapped him over the head angrily.
"Don't be stupid! Just look over and take something before we go, I swear if I have othing more than stupid twinkies I am NOT gonna be in a mood tonight GOT IT!?"
The tan male sighed, first leaving the asian girl and now this?
Meanwhile, the owner of the other jeep was busy looking through a fridge.
"Bad... bad.... Fire bubbly- AH!!!" The man made a rather imasuline sound of glee, pulling a large neon yellow bottle of mexican soda.
"MY DEAREST DARLING!! You have returned!!" He said pushing aside the three bottles of alchohol for the soda, hugging the Pina fanta to his chest before pocketing it in his coat.
"Alright now back to the booze." He said taking these seperately and with less interest.
Outside the two men aproached the militaryesque vehicle.
"Holy piss man this things like a tank made a baby with a Hum-V! Said the less couth and less tan of the two men as he reached
up to look inside the drivers seat.
"DUDE!!! This guys packing an armory in here!!!" He reached in and picked up a large box of Shotgun shells.
Tan also looked in and picked up what looked like a collectors addition of Chuck jones cartoons.
"What the..."
"We gotta nick it man! This jeep is our salvation!" Said his paler buddy.
The tan man looked uncomfortable.
"What if he comes back?"
"What if its a she??"
Said the other female party.
"Just shut up brenda!" The louder of the two chastised before leaning out to yell at the boys again.
"Hurry the ^]%{^ up you idiots!!"
"Ah, whats up Doc?"
This came from a fifth voice, as a weight leaned against the front of the groups car, causing it to sag a bitunder his weight.
The owner of the car had come back out woth a plethura of junk and booze, the only item edible was a semi-ripe carrot that had grown out of a house compost pile, which he had promptly put into his mouth like a cigar, and for the life of him couldn't resist the Bugs bunny quote, in the process scaring the all living piss from his current guests, one of which quickly pulled a pistol out.
"Lou, chill out man!" Called the much more logical Tan skinned dave.
"Back off!! Ya crazy prick!!! Put your hands up!" lou barked brandishing his gun.
"LOU! PUT IT THE *]%}^] AWAY!" Before adding.
"Or at least shoot him quick so we can take his stuff..." she muttered to herself.
However, the owner of the Jeep didn't even raise his hands.
"Sorry to startle ya folks! But I couldn't help notice ya oogling my hip ride their homies."
He basked in the glow of his hipness and use of cool 'savage' slang like homies as he smiled from under his bandana.
"The H- whatever freak, just back off!"
The girl said.
Lou, now feeling ignored waved the gun about more recklessly.
"I'm point a gun at you!!! Piss off or I'll put a bullet in your frick'n head!!"
"I mean, yeah.. if it actually WORKED."
Lou blinked.
"What do you mean 'IF' it totally works! I-I shoot things with it all the time."
The man in the hat raised his hand in a almost compassionate manner
"Liiisten yosemite Sam, I've used alot of guns, like, trust me Bucko, ALOT of guns, and I can tell ya the last time you shot that gun was like... 2003 before it became a dummy gun for rookie cops and north Korean security guards."
"I bet he's some creepy cannibal guy! We should just shoot him! Its for the betterment of the world you hill billy sicko!!" Lisa shouted from the car.
" I am not!"
The man in the hat snapped back indignantly.
"Well, there was that one time in Bora bora, but that wasn't my fault!!" He added quickly.
Lou was beginning to already lose his already short temper as he threw the gun down and quickly walked towards the bandana man, raising a fist and loosely swinging it like he had at people all through college.
"Screw it I don't need a gun to kill some poser son of a-"
As Lou's fist shot forward, there was a short flicker of movement, the speed surprising for a guy as big as the bandana man, this was followed by a 'whoop' as the big man ducked, looped his arm around lou's, brought it down to his knee, causing Lou's elbow to snap over it, before his head was quickly and abruptly sent into the side of the green jeep, splitting his head open slightly, causing him to squeak and slide down the side of the jeep.
Dave panicked, and in his panic pulled out the pocket knife he held and thrust it forward, hitting the man in the abbs, this, the big man avoided by putting his arm forward, and with a flick of the wrist removed it from his hand flipped it, and almost offered to give it back till he heard lisa scream.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" Lisa, chipper gal that she was had picked up the one REAL rifle they had, a large shot gun they had pilfered a couple days ago from a shed.
"Lisa! Wait wait wait we-"
It was then that Lou, let out an agonized bellow, pulled himself up with his good hand, and pulled in his pained fury pulled a spar pistol from the rack it hung from before falling back down to try and take three shots at the man.
Unfortunately, bandana man moved just before he pulled the trigger, making Dave the recipient of the bullet, taking it to the head and dropping.
With the fluidity, and promptness of a spring releasing the big man unholstered his pistol, and with the speed of a Quick draw, with the ease of turning around and put one shot into Lou's chest and turned sending another into Lisa's knocking her off of their jeep and spraying Blood all over Brenda who was shrieking, dropping a blood stained twinkie as she rapidly tried to climb out of the jeep, only to fall in hysterics onto her face with an 'umph', soon realizing she had landed on lisa's bloody chest, she screamed, vomitted, and started sobbing as she tried to crawl towards the apartment building/ leaving the big man, his brown jacket and combat boots spattered in blood in, what he felt, was a rather awkward silence.
"Ah... whups... sorry about that folks!"
His large boots crunched against the asphalt as he approached the crawling gal.
"Okay, in my defense he DID jack my gun, but I will admit that was a bit over the top, so drama aside-"
He then picked Brenda up, her evergreen state university t-shirt covered in blood.
"I am soooo sorry." He said, trying to dust her off and handing her the knife.
"Buuuut, now weee're good right? No harm no foul?... okay harm but we already established that that was a freak accident!"
Brenda looked up at him with a terrorized look, then down at the knife, then back to him.
Bandana man held a hand up.
"Frrrriends?" He said, sheepishly.
Brenda was silent.
"Hello-"
"}^{*]% YOU CHAUVENISTIC REPUBLICAN RASCIST!!" She took the knife from his hand and quickly jabbed him in the abdomen and quickly ran inside the apartment, screaming as bodies moved towards her slowly and quickly ran into a bathroom and locked the door panting as she locked the door, and pressed her back to it panting heavily as she looked around the bathroom, before turning and pressing her arms to the door expecting heavy hands to force the door open.
Outside, the bandana clad man looked down at his stomach.
"Ow...." he said, lacking any severity or concern.
"Okay... lady, that was rude!" He said quickly following her into the apartment, walking over the exasperated zombies and knocking on the door.
"Look, I know all your friends are dead an all but that knife bit was a cheap shot!! And with a swiss army knife? Really?" However, his words were lost against the Hysteric screeching as Brenda's head was repeatedly slammed against the door as a bare female zombie, stomach slowly filling as it sunk rotted teeth into lisa's neck as for the first time in a year she had something to eat.
"Like look, I know you need your privacy and all but can you at least answer through the door or some-"
It was then he noticed the blood pooling at the door.
"Uh... well.. that explains alot... look, Iiiii'm just gonna let ya go okay? And let you fix your uuuh. Issues.... 'kay bye!" And with that, he was head back out the door standing next to the jeep.
He couldn't loot it, that gal might come back out and need it... then again..." he rationalized taking the shot gun from the dead angry lady and examined it.
"Oo! Hemingway!" He said seeing the brand.
Shit...Shit shit shit....
Not even minutes after retrieving more Twinkies and making her way down the road from the store, Nicole was nearly slammed into by a car. Two young adults, not unlike the others. One, a stoic male at the wheel. And the other, a pretty blonde, staring with what seemed to be concern as she made her way towards Nicole.
On instinct, she reached for a weapon, dropping her scavenged food to pull the small switchblade from her inside her jacket. But despite the tension in her frame, she didn't flick the blade open, keeping it ready instead.
"Hey-I-Look I don't want any trouble ma'am," she spoke quickly, her voice wavering just slightly, her Asian decent filtering through in an accent. Most of the time, it was unnoticeable. But when Nicole's mind started to panic, she often couldn't control the way she spoke, or how fast she spoke it. Taking a breath, she tried again.
"If you're looking for food, there's a whole store back that way," Nicole lifted her hands pitifully, as if to offer defeat. "I'm just a high school student."
Not even minutes after retrieving more Twinkies and making her way down the road from the store, Nicole was nearly slammed into by a car. Two young adults, not unlike the others. One, a stoic male at the wheel. And the other, a pretty blonde, staring with what seemed to be concern as she made her way towards Nicole.
On instinct, she reached for a weapon, dropping her scavenged food to pull the small switchblade from her inside her jacket. But despite the tension in her frame, she didn't flick the blade open, keeping it ready instead.
"Hey-I-Look I don't want any trouble ma'am," she spoke quickly, her voice wavering just slightly, her Asian decent filtering through in an accent. Most of the time, it was unnoticeable. But when Nicole's mind started to panic, she often couldn't control the way she spoke, or how fast she spoke it. Taking a breath, she tried again.
"If you're looking for food, there's a whole store back that way," Nicole lifted her hands pitifully, as if to offer defeat. "I'm just a high school student."
To be perfectly honest, then riding on a horse, or a bike for that matter, is not the fastest way to move around. But a bike is quiet. And Tesla can notice the zombies before the twins. Stil, they slowly made their way into the main road of the village. Christopher wasn't exactly sure about what they were looking for, aside from food and ammo, of course. He doubts that they will just magically stumble over a pharmacy that hasn't been raided for anything valuable, and yet still, he hopes so. It is better than start knocking down doors to apartments and look through them, because then there is no easy way out.
The twins hadn't exchanged any words since Christopher's last comment. There was no need to - Ralph knows it is true, but he simply can't shake off the fact that all this bodies walking around, used to be real, actual people. He doesn't like it one bit. So they just kept following the main road without saying anything, until Ralph suddenly spots not one, but two cars holding next to each other. And then bodies. Not the zombie kind of bodies, but real, dead people. Ralph slammed the brakes on the bike, and Christopher automatically stopped Tesla as well.
"What the hell happened here?" As far as Christopher could see, they hadn't been dead for long. Blood was still dripping down on the asphalt.
"We should go around," Ralph immediately suggested. It seemed like a good idea for short-term survival. They have tried to avoid people as much as possible. However, Christopher decided to ride closer to the two cars.
"They're dead, man. Let's just take a look at what they've got, they're not going to need it anymore." Christopher didn't really have a problem with looking through dead people's belongings. Or dead people's cars, for that matter.
"I don't like it," Ralph muttered, but still followed along. He got off his bike, taking a long look at his brother, before he decided to walk over to one of the cars. There wasn't really much in there, a tiny box of ammo and then some twinkies. He decides to grab one of them and throw it towards his brother. "Lunch, I guess," he snorts, before he finally decides to kneel next to some very tan and very dead man. Shot in the head. At least he didn't suffer for long.
"You should check the other car too."
"Why don't you get down and do it yourself? Give me a second." It takes enough courage of Ralph to actually touch a dead person, the other car will have to wait. "Ew, he is still warm." He can't help but wonder what exactly happened to them. Maybe he should just hurry up so they could move on.
The thought had only just popped up, when he suddenly saw his brother trying to wave at him or something. "Wha-?" Then he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the other jeep.
Ralph is pretty sure that he is covered by the car, since he is crouching down, but he immediately sprawled out on the ground next to the dead tan guy, probably getting himself soaked in blood. He has no idea about who is walking around the jeep, but if he just plays dead, then maybe the person won't notice him. Christopher, however, is pretty visible. Ralph can only see Tesla's legs and hear the person on the other side of the car fiddle around. Shit.
"Hey man." Christopher isn't sure if the guy with the shotgun noticed him just yet. Perhaps he was too busy looking at said gun. However, it seems stupid to just casually sneak by a guy with a shotgun, so he might as well try to play it cool. Maybe provide some distraction for Ralph, who is lying on the ground next to some dead guy.
"I took a Twinkie from the other car. Is that yours as well?" He asks, sounding surprisingly calm and collected. He can't remember the last time he spoke to another living person besides his brother, and this guy seems a bit older than them.
The twins hadn't exchanged any words since Christopher's last comment. There was no need to - Ralph knows it is true, but he simply can't shake off the fact that all this bodies walking around, used to be real, actual people. He doesn't like it one bit. So they just kept following the main road without saying anything, until Ralph suddenly spots not one, but two cars holding next to each other. And then bodies. Not the zombie kind of bodies, but real, dead people. Ralph slammed the brakes on the bike, and Christopher automatically stopped Tesla as well.
"What the hell happened here?" As far as Christopher could see, they hadn't been dead for long. Blood was still dripping down on the asphalt.
"We should go around," Ralph immediately suggested. It seemed like a good idea for short-term survival. They have tried to avoid people as much as possible. However, Christopher decided to ride closer to the two cars.
"They're dead, man. Let's just take a look at what they've got, they're not going to need it anymore." Christopher didn't really have a problem with looking through dead people's belongings. Or dead people's cars, for that matter.
"I don't like it," Ralph muttered, but still followed along. He got off his bike, taking a long look at his brother, before he decided to walk over to one of the cars. There wasn't really much in there, a tiny box of ammo and then some twinkies. He decides to grab one of them and throw it towards his brother. "Lunch, I guess," he snorts, before he finally decides to kneel next to some very tan and very dead man. Shot in the head. At least he didn't suffer for long.
"You should check the other car too."
"Why don't you get down and do it yourself? Give me a second." It takes enough courage of Ralph to actually touch a dead person, the other car will have to wait. "Ew, he is still warm." He can't help but wonder what exactly happened to them. Maybe he should just hurry up so they could move on.
The thought had only just popped up, when he suddenly saw his brother trying to wave at him or something. "Wha-?" Then he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the other jeep.
Ralph is pretty sure that he is covered by the car, since he is crouching down, but he immediately sprawled out on the ground next to the dead tan guy, probably getting himself soaked in blood. He has no idea about who is walking around the jeep, but if he just plays dead, then maybe the person won't notice him. Christopher, however, is pretty visible. Ralph can only see Tesla's legs and hear the person on the other side of the car fiddle around. Shit.
"Hey man." Christopher isn't sure if the guy with the shotgun noticed him just yet. Perhaps he was too busy looking at said gun. However, it seems stupid to just casually sneak by a guy with a shotgun, so he might as well try to play it cool. Maybe provide some distraction for Ralph, who is lying on the ground next to some dead guy.
"I took a Twinkie from the other car. Is that yours as well?" He asks, sounding surprisingly calm and collected. He can't remember the last time he spoke to another living person besides his brother, and this guy seems a bit older than them.
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Athena quickly held up her hands when she saw the young girl when she drawed for her weapon. "Listen..I don't mean any harm. I just seeing you out alone like this isn't good. We have a car, you can just hop in and we'll take you where you need to go." She motioned over towards the four door car, her partner was sitting in the driver's seat. He was keeping the car running and warm.
Soon, the man spoke as he looked off to the left side. "Enough talking, Lockheart..we got company. Now unless you wanna food for them..I suggest to move both of your asses into the car, because if they get too close I will leave both of you."
Athena was about to say something to Lucas when she lifted her gaze up from her partner in the car to the couple of zombies heading in their direction. Even though they were slow, they still could catch up without anyone noticing. She whispered a curse word out loud and looked over to Nicole. "It is your choice, sweetie. Come with us or deal with them?" She motioned over to them as she slide over the front of the car's hood before reaching to the passenger side. She opened the car door, not after she pulled out her desert eagle and popped off two rounds towards two of the zombies. Both right in the head, perfect aim and dead shot as well. She then climbed into the car and closed it. "You coming?" She called out towards Nicole one more time, to see if she actually was coming.
Bedlam barely even looked up before answering surprisingly casual for someone who was surrounded by dead bodies.
"Hm? Oh! Howdy, naw man those belong to whats her face."
He said pointing a thumb behind him towards the interior of the apartment.
"I think she's having a 'lady momment' so she's in the can working on it." He said, akwardly manuvering around what he thought was a womens menstration period.
However, discussing it reminded him of the small pocket knife sticking out of his abdomen.
"Oh yeah..." he said looking down at it before pulling it out of his abbs, and cleaned the blood off of his shoulder.
"Last time I offer someone a friendship knife..." he adds almost to himself.
Turning and walking to his jeep, stepping over the other twin laying in brain fluid.
"Don't mind me, just keep do'n whatch'yr do'n." Hhe said, the odd light tone in his voice casual, if not slightly off, as he rummaged through the side seat, standing directly over Ralph as if it were normal.
As he continued to mutter himself.
"Molotov?.. noo... grenade? No, how'd that get there? Wait..." he leaned back, holding what looked like an arm.
"When did I get a prosthetic arm??..." he shrugged.
"Oh well, hey buddy, you need anything?" He asked over his shoulder at christopher determined not to disturb ralph.
"Hm? Oh! Howdy, naw man those belong to whats her face."
He said pointing a thumb behind him towards the interior of the apartment.
"I think she's having a 'lady momment' so she's in the can working on it." He said, akwardly manuvering around what he thought was a womens menstration period.
However, discussing it reminded him of the small pocket knife sticking out of his abdomen.
"Oh yeah..." he said looking down at it before pulling it out of his abbs, and cleaned the blood off of his shoulder.
"Last time I offer someone a friendship knife..." he adds almost to himself.
Turning and walking to his jeep, stepping over the other twin laying in brain fluid.
"Don't mind me, just keep do'n whatch'yr do'n." Hhe said, the odd light tone in his voice casual, if not slightly off, as he rummaged through the side seat, standing directly over Ralph as if it were normal.
As he continued to mutter himself.
"Molotov?.. noo... grenade? No, how'd that get there? Wait..." he leaned back, holding what looked like an arm.
"When did I get a prosthetic arm??..." he shrugged.
"Oh well, hey buddy, you need anything?" He asked over his shoulder at christopher determined not to disturb ralph.
Nicole stiffened, sighting the zombies that staggered to the car. No doubt attracted to the first signs of human life they've glimpsed in so long. As she readied her pocket knife, (feeling rather useless compared to the gun in the woman's hand) she hovered near the car with hesitation.
"Look, I've got a family out here... I can't just forget there somewhere here in this city. Even if they're dead, I- I have to see their faces, just to be sure." Nicole glanced at the man up front, a bit fearful, "I guess if you were going to try to rob me you'd just shoot me huh... Wish the last three did that."
On second thought, the entire situation was almost too embarrassing to really tell again. And they really, reallyneeded to get moving.
"Promise I can look for my family, and promise not to kill me later," she hopped in before she actually had to use the switchblade.
"Look, I've got a family out here... I can't just forget there somewhere here in this city. Even if they're dead, I- I have to see their faces, just to be sure." Nicole glanced at the man up front, a bit fearful, "I guess if you were going to try to rob me you'd just shoot me huh... Wish the last three did that."
On second thought, the entire situation was almost too embarrassing to really tell again. And they really, reallyneeded to get moving.
"Promise I can look for my family, and promise not to kill me later," she hopped in before she actually had to use the switchblade.
Athena looked over to Nicole just as she entered the car. When she did, Lucas peeled out of the way crashing into a couple of zombies along the way. The woman turned to look at Nicole and nodded her head, "You have my word. I'm Athena..and this here is Lucas. He doesn't talk much but trust me..once you get to know him. He'll start talking and you can't shut him up."
Athena checked her gun before putting it back inside her blue jean jacket. "Trust me, we don't kill anyone unless they try and harm us first. We use to be cops before this whole thing blew up. Detective and so was Lucas. If you don't believe us." She motioned behind her at the back seat, "Beside you is our bags..inside is our badges. Lucas is my partner in crime." She looked over to see Lucas roll his eyes. "What? She has to trust us, Lucas."
"Yeah and you are just giving who you are right away." Lucas replied before returning his eyes in front of him. "Kid..listen..if your family is dead and they are these walking dead things. You will have to kill them. I had to kill my baby sister just as she turned. First kill when this thing blew up. I don't know if my parents are even alive right now. Right now, I just have to keep alive."
Athena checked her gun before putting it back inside her blue jean jacket. "Trust me, we don't kill anyone unless they try and harm us first. We use to be cops before this whole thing blew up. Detective and so was Lucas. If you don't believe us." She motioned behind her at the back seat, "Beside you is our bags..inside is our badges. Lucas is my partner in crime." She looked over to see Lucas roll his eyes. "What? She has to trust us, Lucas."
"Yeah and you are just giving who you are right away." Lucas replied before returning his eyes in front of him. "Kid..listen..if your family is dead and they are these walking dead things. You will have to kill them. I had to kill my baby sister just as she turned. First kill when this thing blew up. I don't know if my parents are even alive right now. Right now, I just have to keep alive."
To Christopher's relief, it seemed like the shotgun guy barely noticed his presence. Or maybe he just didn't really care about some random dude on a horse. But to Christopher, it was quite interesting to actually be interacting to someone else than his brother right now. When the guy confirms that he doesn't have any strong feelings towards the Twinkie, Christopher rips the wrapping apart and takes a bite. The taste hasn't changed much, but that's probably no surprise. God knows how many weird ingredients you can find in a Twinkie.
Christopher didn't really know what to do next. He was still watching the guy, more or less absent-mindedly, while Ralph was still fiddling around close to the dead guy. Maybe shotgun dude is the one behind the killings. Or maybe he just passed by. However, Christopher quickly decides on the first option, when the guy decides to rip a pocket knife out of himself. Alright then.
Ralph frowned when he heard the guy speak to him. Busted, much. But he didn't seem to care an awful lot about what he was doing anyway. Ralph gave his brother a sharp look, before he pushes himself away from under the guy, and then gets up on two legs again, trying to clean his hands from blood and brain fluid. Fucking hell. He probably looks like shit, smeared in blood from head to toe. He doesn't want to do that ever again - but honestly, he probably will.
"Yeah, kinda. Do you have any antibiotics? Or do you know where to get them?" Christopher asks rather bluntly. It seems like the guy doesn't think twice about their presence anyway, so he might as well try to take advantage of it.
"Or immunoglobulin," Ralph adds, taking one last look at the dead bodies, before he decides that they weren't carrying anything interesting around. Then he turns his attention towards shotgun guy, who seems more occupied with looking his stuff through.
"I can help you with that knife wound, though," Ralph suddenly says. "You know. You don't want to get it infected and all that crap." If they're lucky, he can give them something in return, such as information about where to find medicine. And if not, at least he tried his very best.
Christopher didn't really know what to do next. He was still watching the guy, more or less absent-mindedly, while Ralph was still fiddling around close to the dead guy. Maybe shotgun dude is the one behind the killings. Or maybe he just passed by. However, Christopher quickly decides on the first option, when the guy decides to rip a pocket knife out of himself. Alright then.
Ralph frowned when he heard the guy speak to him. Busted, much. But he didn't seem to care an awful lot about what he was doing anyway. Ralph gave his brother a sharp look, before he pushes himself away from under the guy, and then gets up on two legs again, trying to clean his hands from blood and brain fluid. Fucking hell. He probably looks like shit, smeared in blood from head to toe. He doesn't want to do that ever again - but honestly, he probably will.
"Yeah, kinda. Do you have any antibiotics? Or do you know where to get them?" Christopher asks rather bluntly. It seems like the guy doesn't think twice about their presence anyway, so he might as well try to take advantage of it.
"Or immunoglobulin," Ralph adds, taking one last look at the dead bodies, before he decides that they weren't carrying anything interesting around. Then he turns his attention towards shotgun guy, who seems more occupied with looking his stuff through.
"I can help you with that knife wound, though," Ralph suddenly says. "You know. You don't want to get it infected and all that crap." If they're lucky, he can give them something in return, such as information about where to find medicine. And if not, at least he tried his very best.
The Big man points a hand lazily at Ralph, before pulling something from his jeep, what appeared to be two baggies of fluid.
"Gesundheit, first of all, second-" he then turned back to chris.
"I got some morphine aaaand what I thiiink is A plus blood." This could easily be affirmed by the large A+ that was written in sharpie on the bag.
"But you can never tell with Nurses right?" He then set aside the baggies on the edge of his vehicle, boots dipping in brain fluid and blood as he leaned against his rig, stretching his back before going back to rummage and place the booze in a small fridge he had placed in the lower compartment of the Jeep, mostly to make into explosives later, or drench a wound.
His ears perked at a faint sound in the distance.
"do my ears behoove the echoes of a questionably legal weapon? The nichy ring of a ghetto hand cannon?" He sounded a bit miffed when he added.
"Gangsters are laaame, yo." He said turning around to the duo.
"Wanna help me clean out the neighborhood for a minute or ya good?"
"Gesundheit, first of all, second-" he then turned back to chris.
"I got some morphine aaaand what I thiiink is A plus blood." This could easily be affirmed by the large A+ that was written in sharpie on the bag.
"But you can never tell with Nurses right?" He then set aside the baggies on the edge of his vehicle, boots dipping in brain fluid and blood as he leaned against his rig, stretching his back before going back to rummage and place the booze in a small fridge he had placed in the lower compartment of the Jeep, mostly to make into explosives later, or drench a wound.
His ears perked at a faint sound in the distance.
"do my ears behoove the echoes of a questionably legal weapon? The nichy ring of a ghetto hand cannon?" He sounded a bit miffed when he added.
"Gangsters are laaame, yo." He said turning around to the duo.
"Wanna help me clean out the neighborhood for a minute or ya good?"
Nicole scoffed, frowning at the man up front. "I'm not stupid. I know they're probably dead. But I have to see it. I just can't keep going without knowing for sure..."
Her tone softened quickly after, letting his story sink in. "...But I am sorry. For what it's worth."
Trying to keep her hair from whipping her face, and pulling her jacket around her, she tried to glance at driver's face without being obvious. They seemed different from the common riff-raff that seemed to flood the streets these days. But it didn't make them any less dangerous.
Then again- as a child, you were told to never get into a stranger's car. And she had done that twice today alone. So maybe the Apocalypse called for risk taking.
"Sooo," Nicole's voice sounded far too casual for the event, but she wasn't quite sure how to speak to a couple of cops who she hitched a ride from. "Where are we going?"
Her tone softened quickly after, letting his story sink in. "...But I am sorry. For what it's worth."
Trying to keep her hair from whipping her face, and pulling her jacket around her, she tried to glance at driver's face without being obvious. They seemed different from the common riff-raff that seemed to flood the streets these days. But it didn't make them any less dangerous.
Then again- as a child, you were told to never get into a stranger's car. And she had done that twice today alone. So maybe the Apocalypse called for risk taking.
"Sooo," Nicole's voice sounded far too casual for the event, but she wasn't quite sure how to speak to a couple of cops who she hitched a ride from. "Where are we going?"
Lucas glanced up to the rear view mirror before looking straight again. Athena remained silent through the drive but when Nicole spoke, he had to speak up before she could. "We don't know. We just drive..you are the first person we have seen that hasn't been bitten or infected." He continued to glance around. Athena was also doing the same but watching the walking dead just feed on the corpse of dead people already.
He looked over to see Athena being really depressed before looking forward again. He didn't bother talking to Athena, because he knew he would get his head snapped off if he even tried. "So..what is your name, kid?" He asked as he continued to drive.
He looked over to see Athena being really depressed before looking forward again. He didn't bother talking to Athena, because he knew he would get his head snapped off if he even tried. "So..what is your name, kid?" He asked as he continued to drive.
Despite the fact that shotgun guy was talking to Christopher, Ralph is the one who walks closer to take a look at the bags that the man is pulling out. His brother doesn't look too happy with the result. It is not what they need exactly.
"I could use some morphine, honestly," Ralph finally decides on. There is no need to be carrying around blood. Since they are identical twins, then Ralph uses himself as a blood donor for Chris. It is a pretty short sighted treatment, but it gives his brother a few functional blood cells. Ralph hopes that it will extend his brother's life. And when it gets really bad, maybe having some morphine would be a good idea, to ease the pain a bit for him.
When shotgun guy turns towards them again and asks if they are up 'cleaning out the neighbourhood', Christopher immediately nods. "Yeah man, sure. Let me just get down from Tesla." He slides down from the horse and then walks closer to tie the horse to the door handle of one of the cars. Ralph is definitely not as excited as his twin. "I can't, man," he breathes, which earns him a nudge from his brother. "Think of it as practice," Christopher simply says, while he grabs his axe. He nods lightly towards the man. "You just take the lead, mr..?" He didn't really catch the guy's name.
"I could use some morphine, honestly," Ralph finally decides on. There is no need to be carrying around blood. Since they are identical twins, then Ralph uses himself as a blood donor for Chris. It is a pretty short sighted treatment, but it gives his brother a few functional blood cells. Ralph hopes that it will extend his brother's life. And when it gets really bad, maybe having some morphine would be a good idea, to ease the pain a bit for him.
When shotgun guy turns towards them again and asks if they are up 'cleaning out the neighbourhood', Christopher immediately nods. "Yeah man, sure. Let me just get down from Tesla." He slides down from the horse and then walks closer to tie the horse to the door handle of one of the cars. Ralph is definitely not as excited as his twin. "I can't, man," he breathes, which earns him a nudge from his brother. "Think of it as practice," Christopher simply says, while he grabs his axe. He nods lightly towards the man. "You just take the lead, mr..?" He didn't really catch the guy's name.
"Jack bedlam!" He said swinging his hand to slap Chris's in a hardy hand shake.
"Mercenary extrodinare, ya might have heard a me if you've worked... well anywhere thats accepting of private one man contractors or if your friends with obscure slightky questionable political leaders... anyway, I just got back from africa about-..." he had to stop 'calculating' the amount of time it might have been.
"Carry the seven... four years ago!, when I got back Turned out everybody was dead, who'da thunk." And with that he turned around and poked his thumb out to point towards the large gun welded onto the back.
"Go ahead and hop on into the Fun seat." He said turning around and pulling himself up into the side seat of his massive Jeep.
"I like you." He said pointing at Ralph.
"I'm gonna call you jerry, not sure why, but heck! Hop on in you can sit in shot gun.
Once he was settled in the drivers seat he pushed in the small disc sticking out of the DVD player that was attached the the small TV Jury-rigged onto the side consol, which burst into life with the looney tunes opening theme song.
Once both were in he Revved the engine and sped off toward deeper into Wicketts turning left at the end of mainstreet and followed the short trail of dead, until parking it on the top of a downward slope as he spotted the car driving off.
Pulling out a pair of binoculars he put them up to his sun glasses.
"Three people a... er wait two and a kid? Piss its an asian I can never tell with asians..." he mumbled to himself.
"Okay big guy, unload a coupe rounds IN FRONT of the car if they start looking like they might get frisky." He then pulled the repeater from his back, settled comfortably in his seat, leaned the barrel against the top of the Dash through a slot designed for rifles put the butt to his shoulder and started Humming sunday close from Hello dolly, exhaled, and casually pulled the trigger the round of molten lead zipping theough the air with a loud 'CRACK' towards the back tire.
"Mercenary extrodinare, ya might have heard a me if you've worked... well anywhere thats accepting of private one man contractors or if your friends with obscure slightky questionable political leaders... anyway, I just got back from africa about-..." he had to stop 'calculating' the amount of time it might have been.
"Carry the seven... four years ago!, when I got back Turned out everybody was dead, who'da thunk." And with that he turned around and poked his thumb out to point towards the large gun welded onto the back.
"Go ahead and hop on into the Fun seat." He said turning around and pulling himself up into the side seat of his massive Jeep.
"I like you." He said pointing at Ralph.
"I'm gonna call you jerry, not sure why, but heck! Hop on in you can sit in shot gun.
Once he was settled in the drivers seat he pushed in the small disc sticking out of the DVD player that was attached the the small TV Jury-rigged onto the side consol, which burst into life with the looney tunes opening theme song.
Once both were in he Revved the engine and sped off toward deeper into Wicketts turning left at the end of mainstreet and followed the short trail of dead, until parking it on the top of a downward slope as he spotted the car driving off.
Pulling out a pair of binoculars he put them up to his sun glasses.
"Three people a... er wait two and a kid? Piss its an asian I can never tell with asians..." he mumbled to himself.
"Okay big guy, unload a coupe rounds IN FRONT of the car if they start looking like they might get frisky." He then pulled the repeater from his back, settled comfortably in his seat, leaned the barrel against the top of the Dash through a slot designed for rifles put the butt to his shoulder and started Humming sunday close from Hello dolly, exhaled, and casually pulled the trigger the round of molten lead zipping theough the air with a loud 'CRACK' towards the back tire.
(Late response, so sorry. Have some serious home issues)
Kid. She hated that term. As if she was too young to understand the world. The officer might as well of knelt down on his knees to meet her eyes, like speaking to a small child. But Nicole her inside thoughts quiet, answering the question simply.
"It's Nicole. I lived in Oakwood, that little subdivision down the backroads." she held her hands against her head as the wind whipped past."It shouldn't be too hard to find, just keep-"
With a loud crack and the sound of a tire exploding, the car swiveled wildly, only the driver himself keeping it on the road. Fear shuttering through out her body, Nicole ducked down into the seat, terrified of another shot taking her out.
Kid. She hated that term. As if she was too young to understand the world. The officer might as well of knelt down on his knees to meet her eyes, like speaking to a small child. But Nicole her inside thoughts quiet, answering the question simply.
"It's Nicole. I lived in Oakwood, that little subdivision down the backroads." she held her hands against her head as the wind whipped past."It shouldn't be too hard to find, just keep-"
With a loud crack and the sound of a tire exploding, the car swiveled wildly, only the driver himself keeping it on the road. Fear shuttering through out her body, Nicole ducked down into the seat, terrified of another shot taking her out.
Athena held on for dear life as Lucas did his best to keep control of the car. The explosion from the tires was not good at all. The heels stretching and squealing as he did his best to keep the beast under control. Not wanting to crash into a poll or more zombies along the way. When they came to a stop off the side of the road, onto the sidewalk. She heard Lucas curse under his breath as she let out a heavy sigh of air. Looking behind her to make sure Nicole was alright, then her attention returned to her partner.
Lucas hit the steering wheel in frustration before glancing over at Athena, "I'm fine. Stop worrying about me. You are just like a mother." Shaking his head at her before looking back over to Nicole, "You alright there?" Just as he said that, he caught a glimpse of something off in the distance, in the rear view mirror, another car. He narrowed his eyes in disgust, "Great...if it isn't zombies..it's people."
Lucas hit the steering wheel in frustration before glancing over at Athena, "I'm fine. Stop worrying about me. You are just like a mother." Shaking his head at her before looking back over to Nicole, "You alright there?" Just as he said that, he caught a glimpse of something off in the distance, in the rear view mirror, another car. He narrowed his eyes in disgust, "Great...if it isn't zombies..it's people."
Chris nods once when they shake hands, trying to follow along with Jack's talk, but he isn't sure if he catches all the main points. It seems like the man had just returned from Africa when the plague broke out.
"I was at the hospital," Christopher states quite flatly. There isn't much to discuss, really. He would have been a braindead too if Ralph hadn't come to his rescue. How he managed to do that exactly, is still a mystery.
"I am not getting in next to him," his brother whispers, once Jack has told them to get in the car. Christopher simply gives him a determined nudge towards the door. "You'll get inside right now. It is practice, Ralphie." He has already made his decision, and his brother knows better than to get in his way. Christopher is still stronger than him, at least for a little while longer. Ralph just sits straight up and stares out of the front window. He looks like he is preparing himself to die as the car speeds. Christopher doesn't have much choice than to try and keep an eye on what is going on.
He doesn't know how much time has passed, until they spot a car a bit further up the road. "Are they..?" He stops himself. They have to be people, they can't... Not be people. Zombies can't drive. Ralph seems to relax a tiny bit, until the guy suddenly pulls out a gun. Both twins frown.
"I-I d-don't think it is necessary to... Why are you-" Ralph is cut off when the guy fires, and he instinctively covers his head.
"Dude, what the fuck!?" Christopher growls from the backseat. What is going on? The last thing they want to do, is to attract attention, isn't it? "... Fuck," he breathes. "Drive closer! And hold your fire man, we don't want to fire at kids or people or.. You know, fucking living things.. Jesus.." He flops back against the seat. There are already plenty of things trying to kill them, so they shouldn't start killing each other.
"We have to apologize," Ralph mutters under his breath, but he doesn't dare to look up just yet. He is almost trying to convince himself that this is just a bad dream, but it seems silly at this point.
"I was at the hospital," Christopher states quite flatly. There isn't much to discuss, really. He would have been a braindead too if Ralph hadn't come to his rescue. How he managed to do that exactly, is still a mystery.
"I am not getting in next to him," his brother whispers, once Jack has told them to get in the car. Christopher simply gives him a determined nudge towards the door. "You'll get inside right now. It is practice, Ralphie." He has already made his decision, and his brother knows better than to get in his way. Christopher is still stronger than him, at least for a little while longer. Ralph just sits straight up and stares out of the front window. He looks like he is preparing himself to die as the car speeds. Christopher doesn't have much choice than to try and keep an eye on what is going on.
He doesn't know how much time has passed, until they spot a car a bit further up the road. "Are they..?" He stops himself. They have to be people, they can't... Not be people. Zombies can't drive. Ralph seems to relax a tiny bit, until the guy suddenly pulls out a gun. Both twins frown.
"I-I d-don't think it is necessary to... Why are you-" Ralph is cut off when the guy fires, and he instinctively covers his head.
"Dude, what the fuck!?" Christopher growls from the backseat. What is going on? The last thing they want to do, is to attract attention, isn't it? "... Fuck," he breathes. "Drive closer! And hold your fire man, we don't want to fire at kids or people or.. You know, fucking living things.. Jesus.." He flops back against the seat. There are already plenty of things trying to kill them, so they shouldn't start killing each other.
"We have to apologize," Ralph mutters under his breath, but he doesn't dare to look up just yet. He is almost trying to convince himself that this is just a bad dream, but it seems silly at this point.
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