Just a heads up, the next chapter is about the back story of Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth, which WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS for Bioshock Infinite, it does not spoil every single moment, but at least half of the game is spoiled here, it is also extremely long, the longest chapter in the fic so far, just a heads up it will be uploading very soon.
This is a interconnecting chapter, it's is pretty small but don't worry, the next chapter will be up soon, remember though, spoilers to Bioshock Infinite, and some things will be different, it's up to you if to guess if I changed them or if Booker is being a unreliable narrator.
A break for drinks
I stood there say and doing nothing for a little bit, I had no idea what to say but I knew
one thing. This man was in many ways similar to characters from various gangster
movies, pretty much life imitating fiction. Noah seemed happy he said “That was a great
story, can you teach me how to stab something to death?” Arlington stared at him for a
moment then saying blunting “No, not today not tomorrow never, that clear!” I looked
around and saw everyone was still there, I asked if anyone want to say anything else.
Arlington agreed and said “Yes that would be fun, hay Dimwit you got anything
interesting?” He said back “My name is DeWitt Arlington, Booker Dewitt, get that right
next time ok!” One of the Military soldiers, the American, Dempsey I believe, said in his
gruff voice “Don’t we get a chance to tell are story? It may be short but it’s good.”
DeWitt said back “Why not, you can go after me since I am the leader of this little
group.” “You know what, I tell my tale at a later day, I’m going to get another tire, be
Three, act one is the beginning to Crawford, act 2 is Crawford to episode 4, and act three is episode 4 and 5. By the way I am uploading the next chapter right now, it took forever to edit and do this, it does contain spoliers for Bioshock Infinite, sorry that I keep telling you that, but if you have any care about that game then please play the game before reading and now I am uploading it.
I know you know everything, just other people, and it's going be interesting to people who have played it as it does not go the same way it did in game, so it's up to you to decided if I changed it, or if Booker is lying.
I know right, there was no way to make that work, I am surprised that I did not hit a character limit for a post, well take solace in the fact that they never get bigger then that ever.
So yes it was a lot of text, but it is a really important chapter, hence why it is the longest, it tells you why Booker is not a happy man, short answer is because life was not easy on him. It kind of defines him from this point onward, and here is something for anyone that did finish Bioshock Infinite, I changed somethings that were not in the game, as I said before, it could be my writing just changing it, or it could mean that Booker DeWitt is a unreliable narrator, coin flip.
Okay next chapter is almost up, it's relatively small again, but the next two won't. There will be four chapters today okay, and Kenny you want to see what the final chapter is when I post it today.
Okay this is just yet another heads up, if you really want to read some of the chapters in the voices of some of the characters, they just use Troy Baker's voice for Booker DeWitt, Steve Blum for Dempsey, Thomas Kane for Takeo, Fred Tatasciore for Nikolai, Courtnee Draper for Elizabeth, and Joe Pantoliano for Albert Arlington, just a heads up for Cany, Kenny, and anyone else reading.
By the way I would like to thank the community for making this my most highly rated and read thread, thank you all for taking your time to read another Fan Fic of which I spent half a year making, you are all great people and it has and will continue to be a honor knowing you all.
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The Dearly Departed Goodfellas
I sat on wooded box near the ‘campfire’ of sorts, which was really nothing more than a
tire set alight, maybe not the wisest of choices but I did not care. I glanced a bit to my
left and looked at Arlington, there was something not right with that man, and it was not
the fact that his cloths looked like something from one of those old gangster movies my
dad would make me watch. He saw me and said in a slightly squeaky voice “Hay kid my
name is Albert Arlington, but you can call me Al or the Weasel, You know why don’t we
just tell a little bit about ourselves, not like we are going anywhere, I will go first. Gather
round ladies and gentlemen because you will be here for a while. I was from Brooklyn
New York, I lived on the nicer side of town, not that shit you see in the movies, and
unlike most gangsters I attended college and passed, surprised? When I was looking for
a job afterword’s, my dear friend from my neighborhood by the name of Michael ‘Finn’ O
Leary told me how to get money fast, and I more than ever wanted money fast and easy
and I was told this was the best way, and that my friend was the Mafia. Now I grew up
watching the great gangster movies like the Godfather and other greats, so I wanted to
be unique and be remembered, for better or worse. My plan that made me unique in the
mob world was that I would wear 1920s clothes and use old fashion tommy guns, if it kills
it works. Besides my job was not to kill people, I was the beat the shit out of you guy,
and the money handler due to my smarts, and no I did not wear my gangster suit when I
was doing money handling. I was also a con man that got a lot of extra funds for the
family, granted it was not a shit ton of money, but ever bit helped. The main hitman for
the group was a man named Billy Handsome, I don’t know why they called him that but
he got the job done pretty well, the cops still have no idea exactly how people he killed.
My friend Finn was a racketeer that handled gambling, he did his job well enough I guess.
The Don of the family was a Sicilian named Salvatore Deluca; he was the man of beer
drugs and gambling, I respected the guy but at the same time feared him. I was riding
the money wave, I had no wife or family but I was getting there, but the lure of money is
stronger than love, that and I was not really the person that wanted long term
relationships. I once stole a man entire wallet once, it was in the subway waiting to
catch a ride and I was bored. He turned around and asked my who took it; I put on a
happy simile and pointed at a business man with a large suitcase. By some extreme luck
he believed me and ran right at the guy, and beat the shit out of him, when this was all
happening I just booked it and ran. Later I told Finn what had happened, he said
“Arlington, how the fuck did you weasel your way out of that.” That’s how I got the
nickname and I still have it to this day, not that it matters anymore. A few weeks later I
was giving a large job that handled a lot of money, how could I resist? That job was to
help rob a bank in Los Angeles, It all went smooth for a little bit, until the bank teller,
who was a real hardass and did not want to comply, pull a weapon and shot me in the
leg, he did not live long enough to celebrate that fact. The cops showed up and I was
to slow, they got me for one count of heist and murder. I got a life sentence and was
sent to the state prison in Georgia of all places. The prison was rough but my friends
were not far behind, Finn got ratted out by his wife, Handsome botched a hit and Sal
was caught with a firearm on him of all things. I had nothing to do so I thought of how
to escape this prison, I had always dreamed of doing it as a kid. After a month I thought
of a plan that was insane but if it worked I would both get out and history books
everywhere, also one of my great dreams. I thought of making a plane, made out
everyday items that would be built on the roof and we would fly away. I told the gang
and they thought I was crazy, but Finn thought it could work, so I started making a
blueprint with chalk. I needed five items to get working; I needed rope, clothes, an
engine, a power source and some leather. We needed the wardens key to get to these
items, one more challenge for my mind. Finn worked in the machine shop, and he had to
get the key or make one to get to the next step. I came up with a plan, we got Billy to
swap with Finn at machine shop, and we wait till four o’clock when the warden checks
the shop. Billy got his attention while I quietly pick pocketed him; when I was done Billy
hit him with a wrench, starting a battle with the guards. I gave the key to Finn, who
started molding a copy of the key. He made it as fast as he could while the fight was
going on, when he was done he handed it to me so I could put the real key back on the
floor. The fight ended as fast as it started, the warden had a bloody nose but it was
worth it. Billy got a month in the hole or as they called it, salutary confinement. He got
to the work over the weeks getting the supplies; I got the rope from the dock because I
got the dock job, priceless I know. Over a 5 month period we got all the items, we
stored them in a small hole in each of our cells, waiting for the right time. That day was
yesterday, July 23 during a thunder storm. It was lights out at around 9:30 PM and are
guard Stanley Ferguson was doing his rounds. He was one of the few decent guards,
perhaps because he had a family but who knows or cares? He walked by Deluca’s cell,
he started talking to him. He said in his think accent “How you doin’ tonight Ferguson?
Family good?” He tells him “They’ doing great, Mr. Deluca. My boy Tommy? He’s almost
six.” “Aint that swell?” Deluca kept drinking from his coffee as Ferguson went by. He
pasted by Finns cell with him on the shitter, he asked “Hey Finn, got that tip for
Saturdays race yet?” “I’m workin’ on it, right now.” At that moment I started to yell in
pain to get him to come over, he walked by Billy as he told him “You gonna shut him up?
Or do I gotta do it?” Ferguson took his baton and hit his cage bars telling him “You know
the rules Handsome. No talking.” He went to my cell as I laid on the ground in pain
crying for help, he said “God damn it Arlington.” I said in a swirl voice “You got to get
the doctor I need help, it’s serious.” “This better be for real.” As he came over I
grabbed my knife, all it was is a piece of glass with black tape for a handle, I found it in
the yard. I stabbed him in the throat, blood went all over and he hit the ground dead. I
did not hate the guy, it was all business, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong
time. He was the only guard that night in are cell block so we were on the home run. I
got his keys and unlocked the cells to my friends, they got out and grabbed there items.
We silently opened the contraband room and suited up with are guns and outfits, happy I
made that stop. We soon made a mad dash to the roof, one of the guards heard us and
start looking around, and it was not long until he found the body. We started putting
the parts on to the plane, the Icarus as I called it. It resembled a homemade Wright
Brothers plane, all the way down to how it flew, I was not sure if it was air worthy but
there was no time left. The engine started and all four of us jumped on, it was not soft
but it worked. The wind pushed my plane into the air and like that we were soaring like
an eagle. The guards faces as we flew away were worthy of a hall of fame as they
could do nothing to stop us. We got far and it looked like we were in the clear, we were
above the trees as happy as could be, until Mother Nature turned into a bitch. A gust of
wind hit the plane, tearing the clothes right off, I had not thought of wind being a
problem. We went down in the middle of a forest; I had no idea where we are or
anything other than we are fucked. Then everything went downhill from there even
more. Deluca was pissed at me; he said that it was my entire fault and that we would all
die because of me, he Billy to turn on me. Deluca told Billy if he kills me they both will
make it farther then if I am alive, so Billy ran at me with his knife draw. Finn held him
back but Billy turned his knife on him instead, stabbing him in the chest. I grabbed a
rock and in a rage smashed him in the face. There was a loud crack and he fell dead but
Deluca was still there, and he had Fergusons pistol. He fired a shot and it hit me in the
shoulder but it did not stop me. I stabbed him with the glass knife in the chest; I pulled
it out and continued to stab for a minute. I yelled at him, "I knew you never liked me, so
you thought it was the best time to turn on me, why?" "You were unpredictable, I could
not have that while in charge, i paid the teller in advance in hopes he would kill you, I
wish you had died in that bank you scum sucking son of a bitch." He was barely alive so
I grabbed the handgun, put the barrel in his mouth, and said “Pop goes the Weasel
mother fucker.” I smiled as his brains went all over a nearby rock. I turned to Finn, who
was still alive, he told me “I bleeding out, I don’t want to go back to jail, I might not
even make it. You got to shoot me friend, it’s the only way you can help.” I took a
deep breath, promised that I would survive, and ended his sorrowful life. That was the
last bullet I had but I kept that snub nose revolver as a weapon, just in case. I made
one last look at him; he was resting ageist an oak tree, he looked like he was resting. I
gave a salute to my departed friend and walked away, not looking back once. I walked
through the trees for hours; I went to sleep under a weeping willow while the heavens
wept for both of us. The next day I was on the outskirts of Savannah, by this time this
was breaking news everywhere. Almost the whole country knew my face so I thought I
would not make it far. But I did not count on the apocalypse happening, I did not plan
for this but I made it farther then I thought I ever could. In the city I was checking into
a hotel, the Marsh House I believe, and that guy over that Mr. DeWitt, he found me and
told me that for my safety I should head to a garage, this garage. Well he was right, as
the whole city went to shit not long after; it’s good to be alive isn't it? That’s the end
of my story for now, any questions, because I am not going anywhere for some time and
you are going to have to put up with me for quite a bit.”
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A break for drinks
I stood there say and doing nothing for a little bit, I had no idea what to say but I knew
one thing. This man was in many ways similar to characters from various gangster
movies, pretty much life imitating fiction. Noah seemed happy he said “That was a great
story, can you teach me how to stab something to death?” Arlington stared at him for a
moment then saying blunting “No, not today not tomorrow never, that clear!” I looked
around and saw everyone was still there, I asked if anyone want to say anything else.
Arlington agreed and said “Yes that would be fun, hay Dimwit you got anything
interesting?” He said back “My name is DeWitt Arlington, Booker Dewitt, get that right
next time ok!” One of the Military soldiers, the American, Dempsey I believe, said in his
gruff voice “Don’t we get a chance to tell are story? It may be short but it’s good.”
DeWitt said back “Why not, you can go after me since I am the leader of this little
group.” “You know what, I tell my tale at a later day, I’m going to get another tire, be
back in a minute.”
“So as I said, you all know my name, but you know nothing about me. I am 38, and have
seen and done things that can never be redeemed. I had a family, I was the only child
but my life was good for some time. My mother was Native American, I did not mind but
people would always antagonize me because of that. I knew the Sioux language and
English; I was talented and did well in school. My parents died when I was 16, it does
not matter how they died, just the fact that my only family was gone like that when I
was still in school. This was the first incident that would ruin me, it did not end there. I
had no idea what to do what to do with my life, so when I was seventeen I lied about
my age and joined the military. I had always dreamed about the military, it’s were I
thought I would belong, it was not to be. I came in with no friends so the only thing a
cared about was training for battle. I was a natural at shooting guns and went through
boot camp without many problems. Before I go further into my story I have to say
something, I will not tell you which war I fought in, it’s personal and no one will ever
know, it does not even matter as war never changes, there all the same. You join
because it’s cool and before you know it your best friend is on the ground with a bullet in
his head. I was part of a recon group; I had to recon areas and then join the main
group. One of my squad mates was a soldier by the name of corporal Jonathan Banes;
he had no family left also and like that we soon the best of friends, the only friend I had
in the military. The missions started becoming more of the same, the life was easy and
though I could do this my whole life. A year after deployment we had to attack a small
town in the middle of the plains, it looked like it would be an easy day. The houses were
made of wood and were very rudimentary at best; there were about three hundred
people in the village. The first thing that went wrong was that most of the inhabitants
were civilians, and there houses were being hit first. I saw a group of civilians near a
house that was in the line of fire, so I went over there to get them to safety. They
were agreeing with us and it was going well until there was explosion and I fell to the
ground. Everything was static, I could hear nothing, I looked around for my friend but he
was no were to be found. I looked down on the ground and saw his dog tags and bits of
him all around. My commanding officer came by me and mocked me in the middle of the
battle for not saving some of these civilians; he then brought up the Native American
part of me. I was seeing red, the only friend I had was dead and command was being
asshole. I saw people in another house and shot at them without hesitation, they fell
and started running and firing at anything that looked human, there was a woman and
child hiding by a house, and all I did was shot and stab them like they were combatants.
I even burned a man alive, his screams for help still echo in my mind. I did not even
realize I had been shot by one of the few enemy soldiers there. After the fighting died
down I took out my knife and started scalping the people that I had killed. The solders
around me were disgusted and one even threw up, I did not care. The battle was
labeled a victory but I know it now as a massacre, out the 300 people that lived there,
none made it out alive that day. Only 20 were enemy soldiers. I was giving the Medal of
Honor of all things, what a tainted relic that thing must be by now. I left not long after
that the ‘battle’ and went back to New York; I had no idea where to go again. I joined a
mercenary group were I thought I was doing good things, I was sent to break up strike’s
for major companies, the pay was good but the work was terrible. I once fired my gun at
one of the workers at a rather large strike, he died and the rest of my group started
firing to, the massacre repeated itself. I was racked with guilt from these two massacres
so I turned to religion for help. I went to a river were a local church was baptizing
people, I joined in. I said yes to all things they asked, but at the last minute I thought
to myself how would a little dunk in the water cleanse the sins I had done. I ran off and
did not come but I could hear the priest yell that was to be dammed forever, he was not
wrong. I hated my job, I could not quit but I felt that is was losing my soul, or whatever
was left. I was stuck at the train station once; I had to break another strike but the
train was late, that day I met my future wife, a year from that day we were happily
married, I thought my life was changing. Not long after I quit my job and became a
privet investigator in New York and we moved into a better house. Something later I
found out I was about to have a baby girl, I named her Anna, I was on top of the world,
but my ugly past was about rear in’s head back into my life. The day Anna was born I
was late to the hospital do to work, I came there to find out my wife had died during
childbirth, the baby had lived but that moment just broke me. I started having memories
of those massacres I had done, I had repressed them the best I could but now nothing
could keep them down. I sank into a deep depression were the only thing that kept me
going was Anna, even with her I spent a lot of my time at bars, drinking and gambling my
life away on horse races. Less people wanted help for me, so I started making less
money so had to move out into a very small house with three rooms. A year later I did
not have the money to pay off my drinking and gambling debt, I was afraid someone like
Arlington would come by and beat all the money out of me. One day a man told me that
I could repay the debt by giving my only child up. I did not want to but it was my only
choice, I could do nothing as they walked away with my baby. I regretted my choice
almost instantly and ran after the man. He was in an alley way with another man, much
older with a long beard; there was a hole in the wall of a building that looked unstable. I
punched the man in the face but he did not let the baby go, he jumped through the hole
just as the building collapsed. The building fell on the baby’s pinky finger and cut it off,
that was all I had left of my daughter. The police found no bodies so she had to have
survived, but I knew it was the last time I would see her. The drinking and gambling
became worse, I had thoughts of suicide all the time, I had no right to be alive, I
branded myself a failure in, not deserving life. The lives of the people I had taken could
have been better than mine, the priest was right. My life was going down the toilet and
to make matters worse my debt had not even been repaid; I was still in the danger zone.
20 years passed with my life sinking deeper and deeper, I was about to give up and hang
myself when the same person I had handed Anna over to came to my door. I wanted kill
him so badly and was about to when he told me that my debt would be repaid and my life
would become better if I kidnapped a girl from a city. I don’t know why I agreed but I
did, not knowing what was in store for me. He and his sister rowed me to a small light
house off the coast of Maine. I brought the family revolver with me along with a box
with my name on it. It had ammunition, a picture of the girl when she was ten, and a
code for the light house. I walked through the light house to find the person I was told
would bring me to the city, he was dead with a knife in his chest. His eyes had been cut
out and were on floor bleeding profoundly, a note on the wall said stop him from entering
the fare city. I felt sick knowing yet another life had been taken because of me, I
reached the top of the light house and put the code in. The sky flickered red and the
door opened all I found was a chair with the roof missing, I sat down thinking about what
to do when the roof closed. A loud voice started yelling out ascension, I quickly realized
I had been tricked and that this lighthouse was not a lighthouse at all, more like a
shuttle. It went up yelling out 5000 feet, 1000 feet, 1500 feet, I was about to pass out
when it went through the clouds and I saw something I would never forget. A city in the
sky, floating above the clouds, I had no idea why this happened and still don’t but for a
moment, I knew my life had changed. I might sound insane but there was really a city in
the clouds. It landed in a park, I had landed in the middle of the city of Columbia, I
learned that it had been created back in 1893 during the world’s fair, it had left the
country ever since. The date was July 8, the day they had left the union; it was a
Holiday for them. The city’s style was more early 1900s; everything from buildings to
clothes and technology seemed to be from 1912. The city seemed almost perfect with
everyone I met being nice, something was wrong here. I have had a rule that I have
followed since my first day in the military, either you draw first when something is not
right, or you don’t get to draw at all and I was pretty sure I would need that skill soon.
The city was in its most basic form, hundreds of floating islands with buildings,
connected by lines of wire. I learned it was ruled by a religious dictator that went by
the name of Farther Zachary Hale Comstock; he had been the leader for 30 years. The
people talked about him like a god, and the religion was manly worshiping the founding
fathers of our country. At the entrance to the fairgrounds I got letter that told me not
to pick 77, I went by the raffle and picked a number and guess what, it was number 77.
I won this lottery and what do you think my prize was, money, fame, no it was ability to
toss baseballs at an interracial couple until they were dead, you can imagine the horror
having just learned what the secret was. I instead tried to toss the ball at the
announcer, but before I could the police grabbed me, yelling out I was someone called
the False Shepard, one of them came by with the Skyhook the same thing I am holding
now. I over powered the officer with my strength and pushed him into the hook, let’s
just say it did not end well. It started a long battle between me and Columbian police
department. I may not have had a good at living life, but I damn good at taking lives.
Long story short I found out the city is manly racist because there leader said it was the
American idea and that its gods will. I made it to Monument Island, the place where the
Lamb otherwise known as the girl I had to rescue was being held. I going to say this
sounds like a fairy tale but that’s really how they held her, strange. I broke into her
home, she was not what I would call happy at all, but I convinced her by pure luck that
this was the right thing to do. I learned that her name was Elizabeth and she was quite
an interesting person. She had a free willed almost childlike spirit but she was also
somewhat mischievous. She had a biting wit and sarcastic humor; she called me out on
my mistakes without hesitation. She possessed a massive amount of reserve and
determination as she was able to focus on her goals and move past stressful situations
without many problems. She is a fountain of information, ranging from lock picking to
geography to medical treatment. However she is reckless and does not think plans
through, she is also very naïve. She had a great distaste for killing, and won’t kill
anything wither it be a bug or not. We got off the island and ended up on a small beach,
how a beach works in a floating city is beyond me. At this point people were on the
lookout for me so we had to more careful, it was not ease. There was a dance on the
beach with Irish music, I could not keep her away from it and she danced there for a few
minutes, she tried to get me to dance but I, don’t, dance, ever! I had found out she had
a huge love of Paris, maybe because of all the culture and heritage but she could not
stop talking about Paris. So I lied and said that one of the many zeppelins was heading
to Paris, she lit up like a Christmas tree, she ran off toward the tickets booths. She
went to the ticket booth not far from the beach; there was no line so before you knew it
we were getting the tickets. The man giving ticket was saying strange things that were
very suspicious but I did nothing as I did not feel like killing anymore. He pulled a knife
that stabbed into my right hand; I shot him with my revolver before pulling the knife out,
everyone in the station pulled a weapon and started shooting. One of the grabbed
Elizabeth, she kicked him in the face before running off without me. The police in
disguise pose no problem but one of them dropped a lever action shotgun, I grabbed it
and still have it to this day, if it hurts it still works. I ran after Elizabeth and found her in
a gonadal trying to pull the lever down, she was not strong enough. She pushed me
back calling me a murderer and a bad man, I just told her “You think that those people
would just give you like that after keeping you for 20 years, you either draw first and
survive, or you don’t get to draw at all, I was slow this time but I won’t be next time.”
She realized that she was wrong and wanted to do something to help, she starred at my
hand which was bleeding all over my revolver, she grabbed a hand warp and wrapped it
around the wound, she told me “If you ever get hurt, I will try to find something to help,
from here on out we have to be a team.” We started to walk through a place called
Soldiers Fields, Disney land of the sky really. One of the places was an area known as
the Hall of Hero’s, a museum full of information that has been twisted to what Comstock
wanted it to be, not the place I would normally go to. I would have kept walking but my
former commanding officer, Capitan Cornelius Slate was in this area, and he had declared
open war ageist the city for some reason. At this point I found out about the ongoing
civil war, the Founders were the people who were running the city, and the Vox Populi,
Latin for voice of the people, were the lower class people fighting for equal rights or so I
thought. I confronted Slate in an exhibit dedicated to the massacre I had committed 20
years prior, only this time the information was all wrong. To them, it was a real battle
and Comstock was a great hero that saved many lives, you already know the truth. I
started having the memories resurface again; the only thing keeping them down was the
job at hand, Elizabeth knew something was wrong. She looked at me with her blue eyes
and told me “From the look in your eyes I know you were there, the horrors you saw, I
am sorry for you.” I replied “I don’t need forgiveness; it was an event that I wish had
never happened, I try every day to forget my actions that day, you try living with that
much guilt.” She did not seem happy about what I said but she carried on regardless.
We walked by an exhibit dedicated to Comstock’s now dead wife, when it mentioned
them having a child. I put to and to together and figured that Elizabeth was the
daughter of the great and holy leader of this city, this was why they were trying so hard
to kill me. I found Slate in the center of the exhibit, he told me that Comstock had
stolen his military career and tarnished it; he always took his job to seriously. He told me
that I was still the same person I was 20 years, he thought that the man he called the
White Ingen was still in side of me, I wanted to prove him wrong. He had come here to
die, he wanted me to kill him and his soldiers before Comstock’s men kill him, he was
clearly not all there. A large fight started with his men attacking me and Elizabeth, they
all died except for Slate. He was wounded but he did not care, he handed me a his
handgun and told me to shoot him, I wanted to prove to him the old Booker DeWitt was
longer alive, so I just walked away and left him alive. I and Elizabeth walked out of
Soldiers Field and onto the First Lady airship, I put in the location to New York and sat
back, I just did not count on Elizabeth knowing what longitude and latitude lines were,
she knew I was lying and that we were not going to Paris. I felt strangely guilty for this,
but when I tried to help she pulled a wrench and hit me in the head. When I woke up
the airship had been taken over by the Vox, they told me that if a gunsmith in the
factory district would help them, I would get the air ship back. I was at the docks in the
factory district and Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. I found her a little farther up
the docks, she was still very mad at me for lying to her. She did not seem to care what
happened to me, the only reason she was still with me was I was the only person that
could get her out of this godforsaken city. We made our way to the gun maker but
before I could talk to him, a dockworker pushed me off the dock, and who of all people
saves me, Elizabeth. I apologies for lying to her, normally a person would have rejected
it, but she for some reason she did not and pulled me up. We made to the gunsmith and
asked if he could make the guns, he agreed as he wanted to do this for some time, I
asked Elizabeth “Do you think this is the right thing to do?” “What could go wrong, they
are doing these for equal rights and Liberty’s, they remind me of several characters from
the book Les Miserable.” As we walked out I felt very tired, the day had been very long
and taxing, so we slept in a small shack in Shanty town not far away. The next day I
awoke to gunfire everywhere, I thought the police were after me again, in turned out
that the first batch of guns was made that quickly. It was open war; people were being
shot so we ran back to the factory district. We came in just in time to see the owner
get shot in the face; we walked by the gunsmith to see what he was doing only to find
his body on the ground. Elizabeth looked very guilty telling me with tears in her eye
“This is all my fault, if I had done nothing he would still be alive, why did I compare these
people to the great literary saviors.” I hugged her trying to comfort her; I could not
believe I was becoming friends with someone I would soon get rid of. The leader of the
Vox was a young woman named Daisy Fitzroy, a smart person but also a brutal person.
She justified her actions by saying that the Founders are like weeds, and the only way to
kill them is pull them up by the root. I saw her in a small building holding a small child
with a pistol in the other hand, Elizabeth freaked out. She told me to push her up into
the ventilation shaft; she came out and stabbed Fitzroy in the back, killing her. The look
on her face was indescribable, she knew she had screwed up big but did not know what
to say, I told her the airship was right over there, which made her feel very slightly
better. We got onto the airship and set the course for Paris, Elizabeth ran into the back
room and did not come out for five minutes. When she did I noticed she had cut her
hair, tosses her old cloths for cloths that matched her mothers. Everything was going
well when the airship started nose diving into
It was hard for me to actually adjust to that style i was using.
I had no idea what to say after hearing this story, Chill was out like a light, he seems
tired after a long day. Noah fell asleep half way through the tale; he never pays
attention to anything if it depended on his life. Melina was talking with Elizabeth for
some time and I did not pay any attention at all to what they were talking about. The
bedding was somewhat rough, what do you expect when you are sleeping in a car
garage. I did not sleep all that well, I woke up two times from some terrible dream I
cannot remember anymore. I woke up around 8:00 to see everyone eating bread right
where they had been yesterday. I sat next to Chill and started eating the bread that
was right in front of me, it was sourdough, I hate sourdough but I ate it because I was
starving. Booker told everyone “We are going out to scavenging for supply’s and a
better place to live in, this garage is both small and unprotected, Arlington you coming
with me, Dempsey, Masaki, Belinski, you are in team two. Elizabeth you are going to
stay with are guests, keep your eye on the small one, he could be trouble.” You could
see it her eyes that Elizabeth wanted to come with him, but she said nothing and started
talking with Noah. Booker handed Dempsey a small radio as they walked out, he turned
around and said he would be back in a few hours, and like that he was gone.
and indeed, it is short, looking forward to some big chapters today as well.
Booker started walking out with Arlington, he held his prized revolver with his right hand
and pointed out that the battle for the city was still going on. Arlington asked “Is there
anything we can do, or is this city just fucked?” “The military will won’t hold for much
longer, with the amount of soldiers and supply’s they have, two days is the best case
scenario.” “How do you know these things exactly?” “I don’t, Elizabeth took a good
guess after seeing what they are capable of.” They walked down the main road with
nothing in sight, only the wind kept them company along with the sounds of gun shots in
the distance. “Where did you learn how to scavenge Booker? I don’t suppose the
military taught how to survive in a city full of undead.” “They did not, when you are in a
floating city that is hell bent on seeing you die and you only have two guns you have to
learn how to scavenge or you die, and as you can see right now I am still here.” “Sorry I
asked, what should be looking for as there are a lot of places to go.” “We are going to
try to find a supermarket and hope it still has food, I am going to clime that radio tower
and find see if there is any else in the area.” He started to clime the tower, he had no
fear of heights after what he went through, but the tower was old and withering in the
wind when he started to go up. After two minutes he reached the top of the tower, he
could see quite far into the city. He pulled out his binoculars and started scouting out
what was were, he was a Kroger’s up a block, but what got his attention was a house
about two miles from the garage. It had a stone wall around it, a large front and back
lawn and he saw no movement anywhere. He climbed down the tower slow as a snail,
but seems to be happy, something Arlington had never seen in the short time in the
group. “DeWitt, you look happier than a man who won the lottery, what did you see up
there.” “I saw are food source and it’s very close, but better yet I saw are next base of
operations not far away.” “Well that’s just great; maybe we might survive this after all.
“I would not go that far yet but it’s a step in the right direction.” “You know what I
could go for right now, a New York porter house steak that is medium rare with
seasonings. I have not had one since prison, and after eating that shit and flying the
coop I deserve something good. You know there was this stack restaurant only two
blocks from my house in Brooklyn, I believe it had a really simple name, Tommy’s I
believe. Anyway the spices they would put on the steak was amazing.” “Arlington, shut
up before the dead get their own New York porter house.” They made it to the
supermarket a little bit later, the radio crackled to life with the sound of Dempsey’s
voice, “ Hay guys, we just found a gun store that has not been touched, we going in
out.” The market was empty with the lights still on, the sound of undead groans was
nearby but not in the store, they went ahead and started looting the place. Arlington
went to the pharmacy and grabs as many pills as he could, pain pills, sleeping pills
everything he could grab. Booker went into the canned food area, he came out with five
cans of soup, five cans of fish, and some meat, he then grabbed two bags of potato
chips, and he knew that the new members would love that. Arlington starting grabbing
some food to, he did not have a lot of space in his pack but there was some space. He
grabbed some fruit of all things, saying “I always loved fruit when I was in New York, all
the apples are on me Booker.” As they started to leave Arlington went back to the
pharmacy to cheek if he missed something, he found another door he missed the first
time, it was locked. Booker looked at the door with wide eyes and said, “Arlington, don’t
open that door, the alarm system is still on.” “Don’t worry, I can pick a lock pretty well.”
Booker stood there for about three minute as Arlington picked the lock on the door, when
he did open it the alarm went off just like Booker said it would. Booker yelled to him,
“What the hell was that, I told you the alarms were still on and yet you still tried to open
the door!” “It was a risk I had to take; you never know what could be beyond that
door.” “I don’t care what is over there, get your ass out or we are going to die.” The
sound of glass being shattered was all around them. Booker turned around to see a mob
of zombies had made it into the market; he grabs his shotgun and told Arlington, “I can
only hold for so long, if you are not done in two minutes I am leaving with or without
you. His shotgun tore open both the head and stomach of the zombie, he pulled the
lever back just as one lunged at him, he smashed it’s head open with the barrel of the
gun. Arlington was freaking out as he knew that Booker meant his words, he looked
down to find a small metal box and bolted out of the room. Booker had switched to his
revolver and had just put the barrel in a zombie’s mouth when he saw Arlington. He ran
with him out the back door and out onto the street, when they got to an alleyway he
turned around and hit Arlington in the mouth. “Do you know how stupid that was; I did
not know any collages accepts people like you.” “Get of my ass, I did just find you a box
of supplies that might save lives, you know you need to lighten up some days.” Booker
saw the size of the box and told Arlington “I don’t give a damn never do something like
that again, or it’s not just the zombies you have to worry about.” “I understand, now
let’s go check out your base so we can go home and burn yet another tire.”
They reached the house without much time wasted; it had a tree just inside of the
confines of the house, looking over the gate with a great view of the area. In the tree
was a small tree house, a good makeshift guard tower. Arlington was just staring at the
tree house before uttering “I had a neighbor who had a tree house when I was kid, I
always wanted to live in that house so you got a thumps up from me already.” The wall
was in good shape, in could be climbed over but with some wire it would be safe. The
yard was very large, perfect for setting up some facilities. They continued to walk
around the place, there were no zombies to be found, everything seemed pretty good.
They walked into the house, it all looked about right but the owner was nowhere. They
walked into the dining room and saw a steak still on the table, Arlington ran over and
grabbed the steak as Booker grabs his revolver and started walking up a flight of stairs to
a bedroom with the door open. Booker walked in to find old man on the bed, barely alive
with a small bite on his hand. Booker knew what had happened, he had been bit by a
zombie and would be dead soon. Arlington walked in with the steak still in his hand
saying with meat in his mouth “You find anything good in here, this steak is so damn
good you want som- what the hell happened here?” “He has been bit, he is alive but
only just, I do not think he is even awake.” The moment Booker said that the old man
quietly uttered the word Crawford before dying. Arlington then started searching his
body, Booker angrily told him “What the hell, you almost got us killed before why risk your
life?” “It takes a few minutes to come back, I will be fine, besides money is never not
useful.” He continued to search the body until he found the old man’s wallet, it then
sprang to life and grabbed him. Before it could bite Arlington Booker shot in in the head
with his revolver, he coldly told Arlington “You owe me now.” They walked out with
Arlington still in a bit of shock and Booker in a slightly mad tone, “I am not even going to
question your stupidity so forget it. Do you have any idea what Crawford means
because I have a no idea.” “ How the fuck is I supposed to know, I have been in this
blasted city for one day why would I know the area or its leaders or anything.” “Let’s
just head back to the garage and tell everyone to move to that house.” “For once I
agree with that plan besides. It has a garden and there is still a bit of that steak.”
Hours Before
Chill looked barely awake, he looked over at his new baby sitter and then looked at the
floor. I was sitting there still eating the bread that I despised; I asked Elizabeth “How
long will Booker be gone?” She responded quickly “Knowing Booker, he won’t be gone
more than two hours.” She got up and walked toward an old radio that had been lying
there for some time. “Clearly you four are tired and have nothing to do; I am going to fix
that now.” She grabbed a wrench that was under a car, and started opening up the
radio, we had no idea what she was doing. Five minutes went by and just as we were
turning away we heard the sound of music and voices. She got it working, god knows
how but it was playing. I ran up and asked “How did you do that?” “With 20 years of
nothing but a bedroom and few rooms what do you think, I studied as many subjects as I
could. History, Science, geography, medicine, fixing stuff you name it I could do it, that
radio was not even a challenge.” Chill looked up and asked “Then I guess you have
played chess before right, I saw a box over there so I was thinking…” “Chill, you have
not played chess before in your life; the closest you ever came was watching chess.”
“How hard can it be, it’s just like Checkers with different pieces right?” Elizabeth agreed
and grabbed the box and started playing chess. It seemed surreal, playing chess with a
radio playing modern music; if I did not notice the rubble and destruction around me then
I would not guess the apocalypse was even happening. Chill lost in about five turns,
give or take, maybe less, you should have seen Chill’s face after he lost that fast. We all
were laughing at Chill for about a minute, he got up and said “Can you shoot something
straight and kill, since I know I you did not practice on that.” Elizabeth had never fired a
gun her whole life, she had only killed one living person and she was horrified at just the
thought of doing it again. She told Chill “Have you honestly ever killed a person?
Because I have and it’s not like in your games where there is a little bit of blood and they
are unredeemable. I grabbed those scissors and stabbed Daisy right through the throat,
I knew the human body well, but in the haste I thought it would not kill her. I saved a
life at the cost of another, she may have wanted us dead and she was a monster who
wanted to see Columbia burn, but I feel pity for her. I cut an artery and blood gushed all
over me, I watched her bleed to death quickly but I know it was FAR from painless. I
never like murder or war or anything like that, so no I have never shot a gun in my life.”
“ I am sorry for bringing it up I just like to dominate things, games to conversations, I
met no disrespect.” Noah came over and said “He never admits his mistakes; he is really
a soft heart when you know the guy.” “ At a point I got over the idea that you must
hate people that kill many, Booker killed his way through Columbia but I understood why,
I guess I just do not like the sight of blood. It’s just a fear we got to get over some time
or another. I guess I should stay positive right now, it always was would I would tell
myself in the tower some days. I know a few songs and there is a guitar around here
somewhere if you want. “Nah I think we are fine for now, maybe later when Booker
comes back.” Do you ever wonder what this place was like before all of this, as it
intrigues me that at one time there was a minor band, a professional chess player
someone from a tire store all within sight of each other.” I nodded and started walking
to the radio; do you think there could be any news on this radio Elizabeth? “There could
be something, the military does Morse code during situations but I can understand it. I
use to play a game so I could memories how Morse code works it, I would sing it with the
words being small dot large dot and stuff like that, that was back when I was 15 so
that’s not going to happen today.” She got on the radio and started turning onto
different frequencies, she found the frequency and started to write down the letters
and before too long she had the massage. She said it a slightly depressed voice, “The
military is pulling out and evacuating people on the Talmadge Memorial bridge with
helicopters. It’s too late for us to get out but we do know were the army is.” “So we
are not going to leaving anytime soon, shit, I know this happens all the time in zombie
related stuff but I never thought it would happen in real life.” Chill walked over to the
radio and turned the nob to a heavy metal station, and started talking to Noah about
games. I did not care so I walked over to the door; it was still shut with no sounds of
walking anywhere to be heard. A minute went by and I heard footsteps coming, so I
opened the metal door and when it lifted I found a gun pointed at my face.