Thanks to Cany Kenny and everyone else that is still reading, you are all good people that if I ever met in person would shake your hand and proclaim you a good friend, thanks for making this my first thread to get over 1000 views.
I haven't read it all yet, but so far I like it. I'll try to finish tomorrow, and then I'll tell you more.
Did you put this story on fanfiction.net or other site?
Ok, I'm caught up with the story. I REALLY like it. You choose amazing characters for this story (I always liked black ops zombie mode characters and guys from Bioschock seem pretty cool too) and there is NATE. I've got few questions:
1 Is Lee's group going to be in this story?
2 Are you going to add some left 4 dead characters?
3 How many acts are you going todo?
4 Is Tan a character from other game or your's original chracter?
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I could clearly see the man’s face, it was not Booker, and it was not Arlington, I knew
nothing other than he had a Barrette pointed at my face. He walked into the room and
started talking to us all “Well this was a stroke of luck, plenty of supplies, several people
and one woman; this is going to be a fun night.” Chill turned around slowly, more scared
then I had ever seen before, he said slowly talked in a stuttering voice, “Who the hell are
you, and what do you want.” “I am the man with the gun; I make all the rules, now I am
only going to say this once, are you older then 14, and you girl, are you at least 18.”
We all nodded as fast as a human could, he sat leaned ageist a car and kept talking in
his southern voice, “ Well then, Crawford is going to love this, you are all coming with
me now, except the girl, how old are you.” “I am 20, what do you want from me?” “Well
then god bless the stars above me, I found some tail, good tail to, this is how it works,
the world has gone to hell, the army is going to be gone really soon and there is no real
world order left, and man don’t have anything they want anymore, grilled food, football,
but woman are still an option, and you are the lucky lady today. I am not dumb, there
must be others looking for food, how many are there, Crawford might want living people,
but dead people still have uses for him.” Chill looked around for a second, he saw a
revolver on the ground and grabbed it and pointed it at his enemy. “All right kid, you got
me with by balls down, you won’t pull the trigger, I can see that look in your eyes that
tells me you have never killed living person.” Chill was visibly shacking; he dropped the
gun on the ground in seconds. “Well I it’s time to leave now, get in the truck.” We all
started walking, one at a time, I swear I could see a tear in Chills eyes, he knew he was
pretty much dead already, we all felt sorry for Elizabeth, all I could think of was, was
how Booker was going to take all this news. The truck was relatively small; it was red
with headlights on top, just what I wanted to see at that moment. Noah and Melina got
in the back and Chill and I got in the front, fearful of what was to come. That guy
stayed behind with Elizabeth, he would not take that long, I guessed. “Well now that
everyone is in the truck how about I get my beak wet now, any questions?” “What is
your real name, it means nothing I just want to know.” “Well my girl my name is Nate,
now what is your name miss 1896, if we are going to be formal.” “My name is Elizabeth,
can we get this over with now.” “Well I might be a nice guy but nope, it’s been way to
long so this session is going to be extensive.” I started talking to Chill to pass the time,
“what do you think of this shit.” “What do I think, I think we should run for it, at least
we will have a chance.” “We can’t, he locked us in there, so we might as well just start
doing, something, and does Rock Paper Scissors work?” “Why not, we are all going to be
dead anyway, rock paper scissors shoot, god damn it, paper just sucks.” “Quit
complaining, it’s this or you could join mister I want tail back there.” Back in the garage,
Elizabeth, was quickly looking around the room for something, I mean she did not like to
kill things, do you really think she would like sex? She saw a bottle of vodka, the
Nickolai’s, pride and joy, she smashed the bottle into Nate’s face. She ran off so fast I
never could catch up to her. I saw Nate run into the truck, his face bleeding badly with
glass shards in his cheek, he started the car without a second thought. He grabbed a
bottle of whiskey and drank it while driving after Elizabeth, “That bitch, my fucking face,
well I will find her, and I will get, my, tail.” He pulled out his handgun and shot at
Elizabeth, he hit her in the shoulder but she kept running, she ran into an alleyway and
like that, she was gone. Before I could say anything both Noah and Melina jumped out
and ran down that alleyway, Chill and I jumped out to, I landed on the road at an odd
angel, but I ran off into the alley. That guy in the truck ether did not care or was too
lazy, he just drove off, but not before yelling out “come on, we were just starting to
know each other.” I found everyone else and was dumb founded about what to even
say; I just starred at Chill, not knowing what to say, or how close one of my group
members was way to being raped. After five minutes of just doing nothing, we started
walking back to the garage.
"I.WILL.GET.TAIL"- This Guy.
The Cold Summer Winds
When we got back to find everything still the way it was, that guy Nate was nowhere to
be found. Elizabeth was still in shock; Chill started telling her everything is going to be
okay. Time pasted, and time pasted, it felt like days had pasted, but it was really just
hours. Just as I started to fall asleep when Noah heard footsteps, Chill grabbed that
revolver again, determent to pull the trigger again. The door opened and it revealed
Arlington and Booker, I was never happier. Arlington dropped whatever he was holding, a
box of something and yelled out “Wow, put the gun down kid, who the fuck do you think
you even are Clint East Wood?” “Sorry we are just a bit jumpy after what happened,
why did it take you so long?” “Well for one this box of meds in one reason, and we found
a better safe haven.” “What the fuck happen to all of you, you look worse than I did
after my first week in jail, and that was a hard week.” I could not even say anything, so
Noah, mister silent, told them, “When we were waiting some, guy found us and… and …
and almost raped your daughter.” “Holy shit, I take it back, you look worse than I did
after that first week.” “Elizabeth, are you okay, did he…” “No, I got away; he is still out
there somewhere.” “Then we got to go, now, pack up everything and let’s make a run
for the house, it’s not far.” “Booker, the military is pulling out now; we need to help
them, somehow.” “Get me the radio, were are Dempsey and the rest?” The radio
crackled to life, we could hear the deep voice of Tank Dempsey.” “What the fuck do you
want now, we got the guns and ammo, we are fine.” “Change of plans tell Takeo that he
will take the guns back to a house near the garage, Arlington will show you the way,
make your way the bridge, we need to help the military.”
“Fuck, just more work for us, Nikolai ready your shotgun; we are going to save the
army’s ass.” “Whatever you say Dempsey, let’s go now before the zombies come down
on us, not that it would be a bad thing.” The bridge was not too far, but time was not
on their side. “So what do you think of the rest of our group Nikolai, because I think the
guy with the hook is okay, the gangster is sketchy, and the new kids seem fine I guess.”
“I would agree, except Al is better once you know him, and share a drink, it never hurts.”
“Whatever, you and your vodka, can you Russians even live without that stuff, or is it
something you take from the cradle to the grave.” “It’s something I like a lot, everybody
liked in where I lived, but I would always say if it’s a happy day drink, if it’s a sad day,
drink, you can’t go wrong.” “What do you think of this city anyway; all the church bells
make me feel like I am trapped here.” “Where I lived, you would be lucky to even have
one church; this is way too many for anyone to know what to do.” “I have been thinking
of names for these zombies other then, well zombies. What do you think of maggot
whores, freak bags, puss buckets, and zombitch, which do you like?” “ I would go with
all of them, but I would pick out freak bag, I called my pet rat that back in Russia.”
“Okay then, because we are going to test it out real soon. Do you think I would look
more badass with my current army uniform, or an older version like World War 2 or 1?” “I
think an older outfit fits you better Tank, desert colors does not fit in such urban areas.”
“Alright then, on the way back let’s just go raid an museum or something, they won’t
miss it.” They reached the bridge, there were three helicopters in the center, soldiers
were getting on as quick as they could, and the zombies were right behind. Dempsey
flipped the safety off his M4A1 rifle, and opened fire on the horde in front of them. He
ran toward the helicopters, he yelled at the top of his lungs to an officer “The Calvary is
here captain, how long you need?” “Five minutes tops, there very few of us left
anyway.” Dempsey turned around and faced the horde of zombies with a slight grin, one
of them tried to grab him but it only tasted his bayonet. He emptied a magazine into five
zombies in seconds, everything was chaotic, zombie all around, shouts and screams filled
the air as think as lead, blood was flowing like a river, this was a losing battle. Dempsey
put his M4 back on his shoulder as he took out his combat knife. He ran at a zombie, he
ducked under its flailing arms and then stabbed it in the back of the head. He then
stabbed a zombie in the throat before pulling out and stabbing in into the forehead of
another zombie, he then pulled out his Remington 1875 revolver and shot the zombie he
just cut in the head. He fired off the last five rounds in the cylinder before putting it
back in his coat, he saw another zombie near a exposed pipe, he ran up to it and back
handed it in the face, he grabbed it’s head and slammed it into the pipe, causing burning
steam to cook it’s brain. Nikolai loaded another shell into his shotgun; he fired it at a
zombie that had pinned a soldier to the ground, its head came clean off from the impact.
Dempsey grabbed a zombie by the throat and crushed it’s skull with his large hand.
Nikolai grabbed a rock and smashed the zombie that had grabbed onto his jacket, he was
getting tired fast, but he did not care. Dempsey then turned to Nikolai and tossed his
revolver to him, fully loaded. Nikolai then shot two more zombies in the head before
tossing it back to Dempsey. He then put his hand into his large backpack and pulled out
his ax, he swung it at the leg of a zombie, cutting it clean off before slamming it into its
head. One zombie lunged at Nikolai, he blocked it with the ax before swinging it so hard
at the zombie’s head that it split in in half down to the neck. He then threw the ax like a
boomerang into the head of another zombie, he pulled out his shotgun and killed two
more as he retrieved the ax. Dempsey threw his only hand grenade into yet another
crowd of zombies, body parts rained around him and one of the zombies was still crawling
toward him, he stomped on its head with his boot. Dempsey saw one last zombie on the
bridge, he had no ammo left so he ran at it, and kicked it off the bridge, he saw it fall like
a stone into the water below. The helicopters were almost done, only one remained and
it was starting to take off when one last soldier ran toward it flailing his arms. He ran at
it yelling at it to wait a second, the captain lowered his hand to pull him up, but he
slipped and fell right next to Dempsey. He dusted himself off and yelled to the
helicopter, “Thanks for leaving me here to die fucker; I hope you rot in hell along with
everyone in Bravo Company. I would say thanks but that would mean I give a shit, and
right now my chances of living are about as good as telling the president to fuck off.”
“What the hell is your problem; we just saved your ass from the dead.” “You ‘saved me’
from nothing, I wanted to leave this city, and now it seems I will die in the city I hate
more than my ex-wife, go fucking figure.” “You could join us, we have plenty of vodka
and a safe shelter, and it beats talking about how much your life sucks.” “I could do
much worse than spend the rest of my dying days with a commie drunk and a southern
dumbass, why not, we are all going to die anyway.” “Let’s get a move on Nikolai; we
don’t have much until more zombies find us.” “You call them zombies, hah great, my life
must really suck if hearing the name zombie makes me laugh like a little girl. My name is
Sergeant Erick Tan by the way, and don’t you even dare salute me, we got better things
to do then that.” “How the fuck did you lose, you had helicopters and automatic
weapons, how did you lose to the fucking freak sacks?” “ There are so many reasons as
to why we just lost; number one would be we underestimated them, we thought the
same thing, walking corpses, this will be easy. Command thought is was so easy they
did not even bother to give us tanks, just Alpha and Bravo Company and that my friend,
is only 50 soldiers, for the second largest city in this state, and to top it off when we got
here are officers just sat around with their thumb up there ass and did nothing for a few
hours. Then are ammo did not arrive on time, and no one knew that sound attracted
them faster than a hound dog on a pork chop. I believe we lost half are guy’s the first
day, and after that we have been just trying to get out of this city, and now the score
is ten made it out, 39 are dead, and I am the lone survivor, just how I wanted my
summer to go. At least my commanding officer died, she was a bitch you know, she
always made sure we followed orders no matter what; she did not care what happened
to the civilians, and she wanted was a city clear of undead, I hope the zombie that got
her ate her slowly. Can we get a move on, I am not a fan of walking around with only six
shots in a Beretta.” “Are friend is right ahead he will get us to are destination, and will
you shut the fuck up, I thought you were army.” “ You better have at least five bottles
of wine and a soft couch, and then we will stay friends okay.” “Before we go any
further, there is a museum over there and my friend here thought I would look even more
badass in an old time army uniform.” “You can’t be serious, you are going to risk your life
just for a uniform, I thought you marines at least had a brain, and yes I can tell you are
marine just from that uniform you got there.” They went into the museum anyway, it did
not take long for Dempsey to find his target, an World War I American uniform. He
picked up a chair and broke the glass, it seemed the power had gone out in the building,
and grabbed the uniform. “Nikolai, put my old uniform in you backpack, anyone got a
mirror?” “You expect me to have a mirror, what am I now your stylist, just look at the
glass.” Dempsey took one look at the glass and said, “Damn, I do look more badass,
thanks for the idea Nikolai.” “No problem, just as long as you give me a taste of your
whiskey.” They walked out slowly toward the garage, where Arlington was waiting.
Says the guy that has 0 friends on here.
Fuk u
Take some spelling lessons before you post.
Again - don't respond to them. It only encourages them.
Right. As you were.
The Warmth of the fireplace
The walk from the garage to this new safe zone was longer than I thought it would be, I
was tired by the time I saw the stone wall. It was late and Chill was about to fall over
from all the walking, we all went to the bedrooms in the house, there was enough space
for all of us. The power was still working, I don’t think it would last for more than a day,
unless we have a generator and that makes a shit ton of noise. Chill, Noah, and Melina,
went to sleep quickly; there rest of the group was down stairs in the living room talking
about stuff, I may have been tired but for some reason I got out of bed and went down
stairs. They were all talking about something with someone new, Arlington called me
over, “Hay Tyler, meet the newest member of are slowly growing group, meet Sargent
Eric Tan.” “This place is even better than what we had down town, and it has a lot
more beer to. Well Dempsey, you may be a marine, but you kept up on your side of the
bargain.” The radio was near the window, Elizabeth turned it on and it started talking
about the situation in Georgia, “the situation is all cities are as follows, Atlanta, stage 9
catastrophe, Athens, stage 9 catastrophe, Albany, stage 8 disaster, Savannah, stage
9 catastrophe, Macon, stage 9 catastrophe, once again Savannah is now a stage 9
catastrophe.” “Well shit, seems the army is losing at every corner, good job.” “So this
means that the city is fucked, why are we still here, nobody is coming to save us.”
“Where else are we supposed to go, if we stay here we might be able to ride out the
storm.” “Good luck with that DeWitt, you keep talking while I drink this bottle of wine,
now where were we, right we just talking about how Arlington once forgot to pay a bar
tab in a seedy bar.” “I left my wallet back in the car, but the bartender thought I would
just drive off if I got to the car, and he was right I would have done that. So anyway
we are arguing and the other patrons got up and left and before long me and him we all
that left. I just gave up trying to be civil and just smashed a bottle in his face and ran, I
never came back ever since.” Well remind me never to ask you to mix my drinks, I can
do it myself.” “Really Tan, you get mix drinks?” “Well kind of, if you count mixing a
bottle of Coke with a Whiskey, I recommend you try that combo if you kind find those
two drinks.” You got any other story’s, as I feel so bored that I could just sit back on
this seat and fall asleep like I am watching a Yankees game.” “Arlington, you can go to
sleep after you hear this story. Okay so this one time in Afghanistan, I just got off the
plane and was walking toward the FOB when a RPG came out of the desert winds, I
laughed it off as luck and started doing my patrol. Well as you can believe I did not get
along with the Marines that well, and after I did my patrol I went to get a drink. I
walked into the bar and asked for a Whiskey bottle, and one of the Marines asked for
some change to get something from a vending machine, I had shit so I told him to fuck
off, he did not leave me along so I socked him in the face and walked out.” “I fail to see
how this is interesting Tan, you almost got hit by a rocket and hit a soldier, great
service.” “Shut up Arlington you don’t know shit about telling a tale, anyway the next
day that Marine got his friends together and tried to ambush me in the hallways, only
thing is they mixed up the Major as he wore cloths similar to mine, you could hear them
getting there asses torn off, it was great. I never met a Marine that I like, always
thinking they were better, and that they should lead the way and do everything,
Dempsey here is the only decent one I know.” “ That is just swell guys, you two are
thick as thieves already, you better not expect me to clean up the couch Tan, I am not
your Maid.” “ Calm down Elizabeth, do you really think I am going to do that while Booker
over there watches me with his revolver in his pocket; I did not survive three tours
overseas just to be killed for being rude, I mean Booker would never do that, would you?”
“ Well if you make a move on Elizabeth, then just maybe I will.” “Okay, I will just go to
bed before I do something that, I will clean the Wine tomorrow, and we will talk again
Arlington.” “Sure, why not, it’s not like the dead will stop us from talking.” I started
walking back upstairs, my watch said it was almost eleven thirty, I walked into the room
to see Chill and the rest sleeping the same way I had left them, so I got into bed and
closed my eyes, it did not last long. The door opened roughly five minutes later, and
Booker walked right in and sat down next to my bed. “Do you have any fears that mess
with you a lot Tyler?” “Strange question, I have a deathly fear of ghosts, I don’t know
why but every time I am in an old looking house, and strange sounds happen, I start
breathing unevenly, I sweat profusely, it’s been a problem, why does it matter?” “Just
something I want to know, if we are going to be working and dying together, we need to
know more about each other.” He then pulled out his revolver; it looked like it had been
cleaned recently. “This revolver has a long history, most not something you should be
proud off. In the year 1861 my great great grandfather bought this newly made Colt
1851 Navy revolver from a gunsmith outside of Richmond, he was a second lieutenant in
the Confederate army. I can’t even count how many lives that gun killed, from Manassas
to Sharpsburg to Cold Harbor, he was there, and so was this gun. When the war ended
he kept it as a hunting weapon, and 1868 he gave it to his son, he went on to fight in
the Indian wars, this gun was used at Wounded Knee, the horrors I can’t imagine. So
ever since then this revolver has been passed down from generation to generation, and
the amount of lives it has taken is uncountable, it almost feels like it has a bloodlust, a
‘need’ to kill something when it wants to, it has been called a good luck charm and a bad
luck charm, even the Confederate museum in Richmond wanted it. I modified it a little bit
over the years, I made use modern ammo instead of the old mini ball and paper, loosened
the trigger up a bit, and to this day it still kills. One of these days I am going to give it
to Elizabeth, she won’t like it but it has to happen, she will be the first woman to have
owned this gun, and that day might be coming soon. You might be asking yourself, why
did Mr. DeWitt just go on and on about a gun, well the answer is simple, you are going to
be using it now. We are going out scavenging, you need to learn and there is no better
time than the dead of night.” Just like that, I was out of bed and into the streets,
Booker told me we were heading to the old district of Savannah, and to make matters
worse a storm was coming down on us, I had no idea what horrors awaited me inside the
building we were going to.
It was around 12:00 PM when we arrived at the destination, the walk had been
surprisingly uneventful, something I was glad of. The target was an old house, even
older then the houses around it, the door was barricaded in with plywood, and there was
a hole in the window. Booker used his Sky hook and tore the plywood off the door and
like that, it opened with a loud moan. The moonlight shined it’s light in front of us and all
we saw was a large lobby like area. Booker handed me his revolver while he took out his
shotgun, he signaled me to head over to a small closet near the door. As I was walking
toward it the door closed behind it, the wind had picked up and the sound of thunder
was coming ever closer. The closet had nothing important, just some coats and hats; I
looked out the window to see the clouds rolling in fast. Booker found a candle on a
table; he lit it and carried it with him, dispelling the darkness around me. As I went over
to the piano in the corner it sounded as if a soft voice called out as the winds struck the
windows, it sounded like a voice saying “you do not belong.” I dropped the revolver
after walking by, it was undamaged thank god, as I picked it up it suddenly got colder for
some reason. I walked into the living room only to find no TV, and a body with a bullet
hole in his head and a large hole where his heart should be, I yelled to Booker what I
found, he silently told me “We are not along here, no walker could do this, keep your
eyes open and finger on the trigger.” There was a fireplace where a TV should be, with
a large portrayed of a young woman in a 1800s style dress. There was a smaller picture
below that, with a man behind the woman, a father maybe? It was just then I heard a
loud banging sound, dust fell from the ceiling and I good see the look in Bookers eyes like
something was going wrong. The first floor had been checked, nothing of any use had
been found yet so Booker went up the stairs into library, I stayed behind in the living
room. I walked into the kitchen and found one of the cabinets bleeding; I opened it to
find a human head, torn clean off. I found no food in the other cabinets. I looked out
the window to see the storm was upon us, the rain was hitting hard, the wind howled like
a caged dog; the thunder shook the building to its core. I turned around ready to go
upstairs when I heard the sound of glass shattering, I quickly turned about face to see
everything the same, except the picture I had seen just minutes before was all fucked
up. There were no eyes in the people’s faces only blood, I had no idea what to say, so I
ran up the flight of stairs quick as could be. I found Booker sitting in the library, with the
candle on the table. I felt safe in this room for an odd reason, I started checking the
books for some reason, I was bored and scared at the same time. I found nothing that
could aid us; most of these books were old time classics, Mark Twain mostly. I left the
room and went into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet with a mirror on it, I found some
pain killers, better than nothing I guess. As I closed the cabinet I jumped back at what I
saw, instead of my own figure in the mirror I saw someone else’s, a woman in a black
dress, eerily similar to the one in the portrayed, with tears going down her left cheek, I
turned around with my finger on the trigger and what did I find, nothing. I heard a
dropping noise, like a bathtub being filled with something other than water, I turned and
saw blood going over the edge of the tub, I closed the door and ran. I heard a loud
banging sound come from the front door, as if someone was trying to get in, with my
hand visibly shacking I walked into the guest’s bedroom. On the bed was another body,
this one with the head missing, there was a head lamp above the body, it swinging even
though there was no breeze in the room. The panting behind the bed was almost off, I
checked behind it to find a box of bullets and a human heart! The bathroom nearby had
the windows covered in more plywood, and the tub was also filled with blood. As I left I
heard that faint voice say “what is dark and under the bed.” I started to walk faster and
faster toward the library, but when I got to the stairs I saw the shadow of someone
hanging; only there was nothing there. I ran into the library to find Booker still sitting
the same way I had left him. “ I asked him, is there something I missed or am I losing my
mind, shit is happening left and right, you don’t happen to know anything about that do
you?” “Yes I do, this house is one of the oldest houses in Savannah, it has a dark past
that most people would like to have forgot about. This house was owned by a woman by
the name of Lucy Bell Jane, this was her family’s home from the day she was born in
1835 to when she died. Her family was one of the richer family’s in Savannah, and when
she was 25 she married the local judge, everything was going well for her. That peace
was broken when her husband died during the battle of Sharpsburg, he died on the field
of battle and she was never quite the same. She moved out after the war ended and
became a member of the mining town of Calico California. There she married again, this
time to a train robber, don’t ask why, and she became of the Madame of a brothel named
the Dixie Rose. Life was going well again until her second husband was gunned down by
a sheriff in 1872; she left Calico and went back to Savannah. When she came back she
only wore a black dress, never anything else, people called her the lady in black and the
black widow. For whatever reason, even I don’t know, she started killing people for fun.
She would go to a bar, get someone drunk, get them to come home with her, and when
the victim was in bed with her, she would stab them repeatedly in the heart. This went
on for five years, until one of the people she killed happen to be a police officer, they
arrested her and put her on trial. Not all the money and wealth in Savannah could save
her from the gallows; she was the only woman to be hanged in this town. People most
of the time avoided this house, it was said to be cursed and haunted. It is unknown how
many people she killed, but the police found 15 sets of watches in the closet. This is
why we are here, first we needed some supplies and I thought no one would have come
here, and what better way to get over your fears.” “This is bullshit, we need to leave,
all I could find were painkillers and bullets, let me guess, the door is shut tight and we
can’t leave can we.” “ And I was starting to believe you were slow, we have to survive
the night here, or find another way out, good luck, I will stay in this spot.” I was
panicking, trapped in this house, we are dead, how did those other people die in here,
ghosts can’t kill people. I walked toward one of only two doors left up here, they both
were bedrooms. They were both locked, I started walking away when I heard a blood
curdling scream, the door became ajar just like that, I worked up enough courage to
open the door and I found a body with a huge knife in its chest, and a person standing
over it. She slowly turned around, it was that woman again, she pulled the knife out and
walked toward me, I was so terrified that I just stood there, like a deer in headlights.
She touched me and I pasted out from everything, I heard a loud voice yell wake up and
like that I was up again. My watch told me it had been two minutes since I had opened
the door, the body was gone and so was the knife, the woman in black was also gone,
on the floor was a note with the words you’re my Huckleberry. I went back to the
library, Booker looking at all the books in the collection, I grabbed Mark Twain’s Tom
Sawyer on the shelf, and stuck in between the pages was a key. I opened the last
remaining door, it was Lucy’s room, I was unsure of what I was to find. I found another
body slumped ageist a table, a journal still in his fingers. I heard the voices talk again;
they whispered “this is my house.” There was a blood splat in the middle of the bed, but
when I put my hand in it, it felt dry as a desert. The storm was raging badly outside,
the glass was cracked from years of disrepair and small drops of water was coming
through. I turned and looked at the closet, nothing but black dresses, I was so pissed
that I had found nothing that I picked up the book and threw it at the closet. To my
amazement the book hit the wall and made a small hole, it was hallow. I kicked my way
through the door and found skulls, so many skulls. There were bones everywhere; the
walls were soaked in dry blood. I backed out slowly with the gun drawn before turning
tail and running. I went back to the good old library and sat down with the journal in
hand, it had the name Xavier Rehayem on the front. “I found safety today, one minute
me and my friends are walking down River Street and the next the dead have come back,
thank god we found this house. It might be old and decrepit but it works; now if only we
good find a way out of here, the main door will not open. I sat down in the library, it
appears there is a lot of books here, and being a scholar of books myself, I started
reading many of them, my friend Caleb kept talking about seeing strange things happen
but he always was a crazy one. So I believe it’s day two of the apocalypse, and Caleb is
not faring well, he is rambling on and on about how something is tormenting him, I myself
heard strange things yesterday but it’s just an old house, shit happens. We found a
good amount of food in the kitchen, I put it in the basement for safe keeping, nothing will
be able to take it now. A hour ago I saw something odd, while in the bathroom I saw a
shadow follow me, I am sure it was not Caleb or the others screwing around again,
maybe Caleb was right after all, something evil resides here. I don’t know what time it is,
it’s getting dark from the looks of it; something went wrong, very wrong. Caleb, he
snapped, he grabbed a knife and stabbed Henry in the heart, he then ran after Charles
and tore his head off, Cany tried to fight back but he did not make it far, I saw his body
get torn apart before I made it into this bedroom, now the door won’t open. If anyone is
reading this, GET OUT, there is an evil presences here, and it has driven my friend mad,
lord in heaven, please teach me how to die.” “Booker, I may have found some food and
that could help are group, it’s in the basement, you go down there while I put this book
back.” I went back into Lucy’s bedroom and put the book back next to Xavier’s body, I
noticed something under the bed. I got on my hands and grabbed something from under
the bed, it was a large Bowie Knife with dried blood on the blade, must have been her
weapon. As I left the room for the last time the voice started moaning and screaming, I
just ran down the stairs into the room with the food and maybe a way out. I found
Booker down in the cellar with a box of food, canned food, then the door slammed behind
me, we were trapped once again. Booker looked at the decaying wood and hit it with his
Sky hook; it fell apart to reveal a tunnel heading south I guess. It was real tiny, even
claustrophobic at times, I heard a human yell to us in an echoing voice, “I will kill you,
the mistress wants your blood” and before I could do anything this thing ran at me with a
knife. I fired a shot at its head, the revolver flew out of my hand, but I need not worry,
so did the creatures head. It was the friend that was described in the journal, he had
lost his mind, we were in the clear so we followed the tunnel for some time, the storm
above was still screeching all the while. Just as we reached the end ‘she’ appeared
behind us, her soft whispery voice yelling out to us, I pulled out the revolver and shot at
her, it went right through her. It was a dumb move but it was my instincts that did it.
She was floating there with no legs, just staring at me, with tears coming down her pale
white face. She started coming toward me, slowly and then faster, and faster, and
before long I was running faster than I had ever ran before. We made it out of the
tunnel, it led back into the old part of town, and when I turned around she was not
there. I sat down of a bench, I normally would have cared about getting soaked in the
rain but this, this was a special moment, I did not give a shit. I turned around and in the
nicest of voices told Booker, “You are an asshole you know that, this was your plan and
it almost got us killed.” “We did walk away with some stuff for the group did we not, and
you fought your fears instead of doing nothing, be proud of yourself.” “Whatever, let’s
get back to Elizabeth and the rest.” I checked my watch before walking back, it was
3:00 AM, we have spent three hours in that house, and it was three hour I never want
to go through again. I handed Booker his prized revolver and we started the like hike
back to the house, and a warm bed. “You know Tyler, I would not have done this if I did
not like you, remember that in the future, what I am doing for you now might seem like
hatred, it’s really appreciation.”
At 5:00 AM we made it back to the house, Arlington was on watch in the tree house; he
saw us and yelled out, “What the fuck, I was just about to tell everyone that you were
dead, about damn time what took you?” “Long story Arlington, I might tell you tomorrow
but for now let us in so we can just rest.” “Alright, it’s not like I am a harden criminal or
anything, go right in Dimwit.” “I would correct you, but I am too tired for this shit.” We
walked into the house, everyone had long since gone to bed, something I was looking
forward to. I got into bed for the third time in a six hour span, and finally went to bed. I
was still sleeping at what I guess was 9:00 AM, when another loud banging sound
started happening right next to my head. My heart stopped for a second only to find out
it was only Booker, with a hammer putting plywood on the window. Chill fell out of bed
grumbling like he always did, he got up and asked “What the hell is this shit, we need
more sleep then that.” “I almost died last night; you gave me only four hours of sleep?”
“Real shame, you know what else is a shame, the fact the apocalypse had happened. In
the name of your survival you are now in boot camp, you people need to start learning
how to shoot and survive or you are going to be a rotting maggot filled corpse, do you
want that!” “We are so fucked Tyler, I could not even clime the god damn rope in gym
class.” “ To get you up to speed, we are covering all windows in this house, we need to
make sure in the event of a breach we have only a few chock points they can get it, and
if we are being shot at this wood might save your worthless lives.” We all got up out of
the bed; Chill was just scratching his head, hoping this was just a bad dream that would
end soon. Noah was the closest to almost looking happy; perhaps because he did well in
gym maybe, I have no idea. Melina was not happy at all, but she did not complain, a
trait nether me or Chill could gain. We walked down the stairs we were briefed on what
was going on; I could see the other members of our group constructing stuff. “We must
all do are part to make sure we survive, if you are paying attention you can see Tan and
Dempsey working in the yard over there, Elizabeth is upstairs setting stuff up, and
Arlington is sleep because he earned it yesterday, you four have not. We are currently
building a workshop to repair are weapons, a radio room inside, and medical area, are
training area has just been completed just in time. From now on during training you will
refer to me, as Sargent DeWitt, I am not your friend, you will hate me, but it will be for
your own good. I spent sometime in the army if you remember; I am more than qualified
to be your drill sergeant and train all you in how to survive, rank in file now!” We all
went into a row of four, only thing is I could not stand straight after all that shit last
night, and it did not go well for me. I kind of got beaten down verbally was verbally
beaten down. After my ‘fuck up’ we had to run laps around the house, you might think
it’s easy as it’s just a small house enclosed by a stone wall, how hard can it be. It was
terrible; the sun was beating down on us and we could not stop, if someone slowed
down for five seconds or less we would continue to run for another hour. To make it
worse we had no water, we got one sip if we did not slow down for ten minutes, and Chill
screwed up badly. He tripped over a blade of grass, sad is it not, so he was out there
for another hour? By some form of luck I did not slow down, after an hour we stopped
and were told that the work had been done for the day, I went into the living room and
just sat there on the couch, I just starred at Noah without saying a word. Every so
often I would glance over at the window to see Chill being tortured by the sun; I would
have laughed if I had not been running with him. When he did come it he just fell flat on
the floor, Booker walked in behind him. “Everyone today other than Chill has done a good
job today; it’s not as hard as you thought is it not? Tomorrow we are going to do a little
teaching on how to fire a gun, something I know all of you want to do. For now you can
just sit there for a hour, Chill, for failing to do the most minimal order one could even do,
you must get back out there and help Tan and Dempsey build that workshop. He got up
with and slowly walked back out the door, his face soaking in sweat. I just laid on the
couch before drifting off to sleep, and this time no one got me up or tormented me
I got sometime later, Noah and Melina where out in the yard working on something, and
Chill was sitting on a chair, Booker and Elizabeth were in the room, it was 1:00 PM. “I
thought you would never wake up Tie, good news is the workshop is almost finished and
the radio room is ready, not that it matters that much.” “Bad news is we need some
medical supplies, blood bags more pills that sort of stuff, and I would like to have a
medical area up and running in the case something goes wrong, there is only one place
that we know that will have it. Are Lady of Hope hospital, in downtown Savannah, it is
ground zero of the infestation. Elizabeth just might have a plan, it’s risky but it could
work.” Elizabeth then put a map of Savannah on the table, she pointed at the hospital.
“Going through the front door is a bad call, no way we could survive it for long,
fortunately we might have another way it. Fire escapes are unlikely to be working at this
time; they are unreliable so that leaves one option. There is a bell tower right next to
the hospital, if someone was able to reach the top of the tower, they could be able to
jump across the gap onto the roof, bypassing most of the walkers inside. Does anyone
have a map of the inside?” “I got one, it was our first target when we arrived in town
with the rest of the unit.” “Good, you would then have to go down a flight of stairs into
this hallway, you must then search each room for the equipment, which would be as said
before blood bags IV tubes, saline, stuff like that.” “ Now since I am the leader of this
group, we need three people who are willing to fight their way through all those walkers
just for medical equipment. “I am going, I am good at getting in and out of situations,
and because of my gangster skills I will be able to fight them off.” “What do you say
Tan, you willing to risk it all?” “Yes what more do I have to lose anyway, that and I am
good at spotting targets.” “Well I am going to, a good leader leads by example; now
let’s go out now while it’s still bright.” I looked at my watch, it was 4:00 PM, and like
that three members of our group went out the gate and into the burning inferno.
The Long Walk
Dempsey was instructed to ‘protect’ us until we got to the target, it was a long walk,
Arlington shouldered his Tommy gun and walked slightly ahead of Tan, he turned to Tan
and asked, “How is life in the army, I always wanted to know what is it like.” “Well most
of the time we just sit in are tents jacking off, but every so often we just take a swim in
some really small and remote lake. It’s not really that cool, in my line of work all you do
is just sit your ass down in front of your base, and do nothing until someone takes your
turn, and every so often something shoots at you.” “Okay, if the world goes back to
normal remind me to never to join the army, even if it’s a good way to pick up woman.
Booker I might have fucked up badly last time but I swear, this will go much smoother
than last time.” “That better be true Arlington, it would be a real shame if you were to
screw up and put our lives in danger again. I never asked this, but what is your criminal
record, not that it matters anymore.” “Normally I would be untrusting and not tell you,
but as you can clearly see there are no cops around here anymore. Well I told you I
shot a bank teller that one time, but I also stole five cars, got caught with drugs,
attempted murder, some arson here and there, I once kidnapped someone. I once was
told to kill a fellow member because he was thinking of ratting on us, I straggled him with
some piano wire in a back alley and no one ever found out who killed him. There is also
so smaller crimes that are really not worth talking about, as you can clearly see I have
an extensive record, happy?” “Somewhat, the fact you did not hesitate means that you
are both trusting of us and you do not feel guilt at what you did.” “Well as I see it, I
killed an asshole to tried to be a hero, and an untrustworthy person in a world where
trust is all, I honestly don’t care what I did, it’s all in the past. I got a strange feeling
that you don’t trust me, I did not turn on the people that had my back, so what if I killed
some innocent person, I trust you guys and that is all that matters anymore, Booker you
have treated me better in just a few days then Sal ever did in all the years, you went
through some hard shit and lost a lot, but you have proven yourself to be a good leader,
I am on your side.” “Good to know I can trust you, we might not have been friends on
day one, but you have grown on me a little bit, just try not to do something stupid like
get us killed over a box of drugs.” “Really he did that, and to think I was starting to
have faith in humanity again.” “ Are you ever not sarcastic and snide about anything
Tan, hell at least I am optimistic, and I saw my only friend get killed by someone I
trusted, and Booker is never sarcastic, unless I missed something.” “It’s just the way I
cope with things, you know that, Booker copes with it by being all tough, you act it by
trying to be cool, and I just make jokes all the time, it is what makes me what I am.”
“Sorry I asked.” They soon walked by a group of zombies, Dempsey in his always trying
to show off turned to Arlington and said, “Bet you five bucks I can kill those zombies in
style better then you can.” “You’re on, you go first, I am waiting.” Dempsey walked
toward the zombies, there were ten of them, he would only be able to kill five of them.
He took out his combat knife and stabbed the first one in the chest, before grabbed the
handle a pulling the knife up, all the way into its head. He then turned to the next one
and tossed in into its eye, he walked over to it, he twisted the knife as he pulled it out.
He found a saw blade next to a hardware store, he threw it at another zombie and
watched as its head came off. He then ran to a zombie with his knife in hand, he
stabbed it in the stomach and pulled out its intestines, he then pulled them out and
wrapped it around the zombie’s neck, he put so much pressure that its head came out.
He turned to the last zombie, it was military and still had a grenade on its belt, he walked
over to it, pulled the pin, kicked it into a window and slowly walked away as it exploded.
“Beat that Arlington, doubtful.” “Can I barrow your revolver for a moment Dempsey, I
promise not a scratch.” “Fine, take it, but only for one kill.” Dempsey tossed Arlington
his revolver, and Arlington started walking toward the last five zombies in the road. He
threw the pistol up in the air and caught it by the barrel, and proceeded to smash the
zombie in the face before putting the gun it the zombie’s mouth and pulling the trigger
twice. He walked up to the next one and did an uppercut to the zombies face, he then
stomped on its face. He saw a lead pipe, he grabbed and smashed another zombie in the
face with it. He took a glass shard and stabbed it in the chest repeatedly before
stabbing it in both eyes. Arlington then took out his Tommy gun, and cut the last zombie
in half with the sheer amount of bullets. He walked back with a smirk on his face and
told Dempsey, “ Okay, now where the fuck is my five dollars.” “Not this time Arlington, I am pretty sure
one that, what do you think Booker?" "I honestly don't care, but since it matters so much to you,
Dempsey won." "Fine, here is your five bucks, I would have thought all those years would have taught
me something."
"Well that was great,it’s been fun knowing you Arlington, I am heading back home, you might want to
get a move on before more show up. Try not to die, then who will I be able to wager five bucks,
because Nikolai and Takeo are always on guard duty." They reached their target soon enough, like
Elizabeth said there was hundreds of walkers in front of the hospital, no way through
there. “Okay, Tan you get on top of that hotel and spot for us, Arlington you come with
me.” ‘Yes sir, and by the way if we happen to die, you were a better commanding officer
then I ever had.” “We will make it through this; don’t talk like that, here my radio, just
radio in if you see anything.” They approached the to the bell tower, it was open for
some reason, not that it mattered. Booker went first with Arlington slowly walking
behind, both had their weapons locked and loaded. The tower was somewhat small; all it
really was is a spiral staircase all the way up. There were no walkers in the stairs; it was
strangely silent as they ascended the tower. Tan got to the top of a nearby Country
Western with little problems; he pulled put his binoculars and started scanning the
horizon. There was nothing of note at the moment so he radioed in that the roof was all
clear. Arlington and Booker reached the bell tower, Arlington was tired so he asked
Booker to go first, he agreed. The jump was quite far, eight feet give or take, it was
also a bit windy at the time. With a running leap Booker jumped the gap, his Sky hook
dug into the hard concrete as he pulled himself up. Arlington just sat there, looking at
how far the fall was, before yelling, “Can you toss me the hook, I have a pretty good
feeling that I won’t make it without it.” “Sure, just don’t lose it, they don’t make them
like they used to.” He tossed the Skyhook to Arlington; he put it on his wrist and ran
toward the hospital. He jumped and dug the hook into the building like before; only he
lost his footing and started to fall. Booker caught him at the last second; he got up and
gave the hook back, sweat all over the handle. “Remind me to never lend you anything I
own to you in the future.” “So you do have a soul that was the first time you have
smiled in three days.” “Arlington, I could see that shit all the way over here, lay of the
Spaghetti next time man it just might kill you.” “I thought I told you this morning, I am
Irish not Italian.” “Whatever, I see a ton of movement through the windows, this is
where it gets tricky, if the map I have is correct, there should be a supply closet right
next to the staircase on hallway five, which is right beneath you.” “Thanks for the
heads up Tan, keep me posted if anything changes.” “Yes Sir Mr. DeWitt, from what I
can see this might go well.” The door to the main building was ajar, as they walked into
the building the lighting started to dim, when they reached the floor it was almost pitch
black, the growls of the dead around every corner. They could not tell which room was
the storage room, so one by one they started checking rooms, they were all normal med
rooms. They reached the staircase, there were no walkers in the hallway but they were
close, really close. Arlington was slowly walking into the staircase when he saw a
flashlight, it was pretty beat up but it worked, he grabbed it and saw he had missed the
room but just a few feet. He quietly told Booker that he found, he nodded and started
to check the other rooms for anything. Arlington put his hand on the knob and slowly
turned it, it was locked and the key would like be on the first floor, not an option. He
walked back to a filing cabinet he remembered seeing in one of the rooms, and sure
enough he found a bobby pin. He liked to brag about how he once stole a car by using a
bobby pin, so he went to work on the lock. He knew that if he put too much pressure it
would ether snap or worse, attract all the walkers just a few feet down the stairs. With
the luck of the Irish on his side the door slowly opened, he found all the stuff and more,
so he started putting it in a small computer bag he found back at the house. As he was
about to walk out of the storage room he herd the distinctive sound of a pistol slider
being pulled back, he turned around to see a man with a leather jacket and baseball hat
pointing a Colt at his face. He whispered the words “Those supplies belong to Crawford
and its people, you have five seconds to hand it over or you are just going to be another
biter.” Arlington started to hand over the supplies when he lunged at his attacker; he
was then hit in the face with the gun before being shot in the knee. He walked over to
his limp form and put the gun to his head. Arlington just stared at the man, with his
classic not giving two fucks attitude; he then saw the all familiar outline of the Skyhook
go right through his opponent’s chest. Booker put his hand out and pulled Arlington up,
his leg was fucked so he put his arm around him and started to carry him back, Arlington
still had the supplies in his pack.” “Tan we need backup, Arlington has been hit, there
are dead coming right as us.” “What happened, from here it all looked peachy.” “Some
guy shot Al in the knee, how did you miss that?” “There was a pickup truck down on
street level but it was so beat up and old I thought it was just junk, I guess the fire
escape still works. I am coming; you are going to need to hold your position until I can
get a ladder of something. He put the radio back in his pocket just as the room filled
with walkers, hundreds of them shambled toward the two with only one intention. With
his shotgun in hand he fired of a shot, it hit a few of them but they kept coming as if
nothing had happened. Booker then flipped the shotgun to get another round in the gun,
he shot it at a walker without any eyes, it feel to the ground without its head. He could
not just turn tail and run as Arlington was too heavy to even run, and there were so
many walkers. He fired another shot from the shotgun, the spread hit at least three
other walkers, the windows turned from its pitch black outline to being covered in blood.
He fired one last shot at the horde, he needed to reload, he started walking as fast as
he could, he looked on as even more and more walkers just came from the stairwell. He
was able to pull out his revolver and fire a shot at the wall of flesh, it was not as
effective but it was enough, he reached the door to the roof, he slammed it shut and
locked it. He ran to the edge and put Arlington down; he put four more shells into the
shotgun. “Albert if you have anything to say now would be the time, we might not make
through.” “I never drank a bottle of Guinness Stout, and I am fucking Irish, *cough*, I
guess I regret never saying I am sorry to my mother went I was sent to jail.” The radio
crackled to life, “Guys I might have found a way to get you out, there is a ladder in the
pickup truck, I might be able to carry it but it will take time.” “Get to it; I only have 8
shells and 18 bullets left.” “I thought you were a cop once Booker, the first time we met
in that hotel, I was thinking of killing you, I sorry, I always wanted to eat Spaghetti with
meatballs, it might be American but it looked so damn good. Tell the others when I am
gone, tell them to find somewhere out there in the wastes, find a bottle of Irish whiskey,
and drink it in my honor.” “Arlington, you are not going to die you hear me; you are
going to get across that gap if it means I have to throw you over! You are not going to
die, just because the situation is shit does not mean we are screwed!” “Okay chief, if
this is going to be Little Bighorn then I might as well go down fighting, hand me my gun
so I can die for something.” “ Here take it, remember, take a deep breath before firing,
you want to him as many as you can.” “Yes sir Mr. DeWitt, you can count of me for a
little bit.” “ Okay prepare to fire on my mark, not a second before not a second after.”
“Commander I am in the staircase, how are you doing?” “There about to break down the
door, get up here now!” Booker faced the door, his shotgun loaded for what was to
come, he saw the door start to come off its hinges, he looked at Arlington before turning
back to the door. “Alright, fire on my mark, READY, AIM, FIRE!” Arlington opened fire on
the walkers as the door came down, it was tearing them apart and they were dropping
like fire. Booker fired his shogun at the walkers, limbs were flying everywhere. Arlington
stopped to reload as Booker fired another deadly volley of buckshot into the dead, an
arm happen land next to Arlington. Arlington fumbled to put the drum magazine into his
gun, he put it in one of the walkers clawed at the air inches away from his face. It was
somewhat bald with its gums missing, its claws scratched him before its face flew off the
building along with the body from the sheer amount of bullets, blood was all over the
jacket where the claws had struck.
Battle Wounds
Arlington put the rest of the mag into the main train of walkers. Booker had to pull out
his revolver once again, he started to drag Arlington by the collar to the north side of
the building, right next to the tower, he was sitting at the extreme edge. “If Tan does
not get here in two minutes we are dead, TAN where the hell are you!” “I am almost at
the hatch, just give me another minute.” Booker put his other hand on the hammer;
instead of going for accuracy he just stated fanning the hammer to make the revolver
fire faster. It helped but some of those bullets were hitting the walker’s chests and
necks, not the head. He quickly started reloading the shotgun as fast as he could; the
closest walker started getting closer and closer as he put the shells into the loader. Just
as it was starting to grab him it’s head exploded, Booker turned to his left to see his
revolvers barrel smoking, and Arlington holding it. “Were even now okay.” He loaded
the shotgun and fired another volley into the horde as Arlington did the same with his
Tommy gun. Booker fired off the last three shells in his shotgun, it was dry and there
was nothing he could do, Arlington’s last mag emptied and they both knew they were in
the shit. Tan got up from under the hatch and fired at the walkers with his M21 sniper
rifle, he started to push the ladder into place. He put it in place as Booker fired off the
last bullet in his revolver; it was unstable as shit which meant only one person at a time.
Booker just grabbed Arlington and shoved him onto the ladder; it creaked and moaned as
he crawled across. Booker pulled out his last resort, the Skyhook, he started cutting
anything that got close to him, but it was not enough to get them back. They cornered
and surrounded him, he had no choice but to run onto the ladder, Arlington was almost
on the other side when Booker just ran across. By some miracle it did not collapse when
they both reached the end, Arlington turned around to see three walkers on the ladder,
about to reach them, he saw the ladder shake before falling down the chasm below, it
even hit a few walkers when it hit the ground. Tan locked the hatch just in case
anything or anyone tried to come after them. They went down the staircase slowly; Tan
turned to Booker and said, “So if the army was still around do I get a Bronze Star or
something.” Arlington looked at his jacket with a blank stare and said “Booker, I think
you should know I think one of those things got me, this blood is not mine.” “Do you feel
any pain that would be a good sign to see if you were bit.” “No offense but I took a
bullet to the knee, I can’t feel shit.” They got to the bottom of the staircase, they
closed the door and put Arlington ageist the wall. “Should have known my luck would run
out, just hand me your revolver DeWitt, it will be fast.” “No, I am not going to let you
die, it was scratch, those are not like bites right? We don’t even know if you were
scratched, that is what we will find out in a second.” Booker was not a doctor, Elizabeth
would know if he would make it or not, but they had to be sure now, was he scratched?
Booker opened up Arlington’s thick jacket around where the blood was, and he found a
claw like scratch on the jacket, but not his skin. “Arlington, you are the luckiest man in
Savannah right now, if you had not worn that jacket you would indeed have been
scratched.” “Really, when we get back to the house I am going into that fridge and
drinking that whiskey Tan drank yesterday, fuck ya!”
The Hallow Man
They came back at around 5:00 PM; Dempsey was on watch when he let the three
warriors in. They ran in a put Arlington on the newly finished medical area. I was just
sitting there, talking with Chill when I noticed they had returned; we helped carry him on
the bed. Elizabeth walk in and asked, “Where have you been hit Arlington, It really
matters where you bit the bullet.” “In the knee, and I will kill whoever makes a Skyrim
reference, I am looking at you Noah.” Noah was about to say something but I just
looked at him and he stopped whatever he was doing, he just walked out and sat on my
side of the couch. “What type of bullet was it, these small details matter Albert.” “I
think it was hollow point, I shot my fair share of those things, I almost feel pity to those
souls now.” “Okay, I will be back in a minute, Booker come with me.” “What is his odds
Elizabeth are they good?” “Normally I would say yes, but hollow points are meant to
cause extreme tissue damage, pain and death, we need to preform operation now,
without any ascetics.” “What about the painkillers Tyler got yesterday, or the box of
drugs Arlington found in the supermarket?” “The painkillers on not strong enough, and
the box only has drugs that calm the nerve, we have nothing that will help with the
amount of pain during the operation.” “Maybe I should do it; you don’t have a good
track record with blood.” “I can do it, daddy’s little girl is not ten, I can do this and I do
not see Mr. Tan over there stepping in to do this.” Alright, I’ll go get see if Arlington got
a scalpel from the medical supplies.” “Tan, do you by any chance have a scalpel in the
bag, we are going to need it real soon.” “Why yes I do, right here in fact, hell is it okay
if I watch, I always wanted to see the real thing after watching it be done on TV.”
“That’s a no then.” “No I was just fucking with you, god everyone in the unit got it, I
help if you need it, by the way here is the doctor’s knife.” Chill was looking at the
collection of movies and TV shows on the rack next to the HD TV, I went over to him
and said, “You might want to go outside for a little bit, it’s not going to be pretty.” “I
tell Noah and Melina, but I am staying for this, not that I going to have a bucket of
popcorn and a coke, but I need to learn how to do this one day.” “Suit yourself, I guess
I will stay to make sure you don’t run away, like that time you first saw a cow get killed.”
“Shut up, I swear a fly got in my throat at the same time, I believed you and your
girlfriend when talking about all those ‘horse’ adventures.” “She is not my girlfriend, sure
she might be a girl and is also a friend, but she is not my girlfriend.” “Sure, I know you
care, maybe even as much as your Fallout 3 character.” Booker walked in with the
scalpel in hand, he whispered to Elizabeth, “I found one; you think this will go well.”
“Well, there is only one way to find out now is there.” “Hay guys, please tell me that
you found something that will reduce the pain, because I really hate the feel of pain you
know.” “We have some minor pain killers for afterwords but for now you are going to
have to tough it out, I am sorry Arlington but there is no other choice we have.” “Wow
wait, there has to be a way around this, are you telling me your daughter is going to jab
a knife into my leg, without any pain relievers, are you serious DeWitt! God, if Sal was
here right now he would be laughing his ass off,*takes deep breath* fuck it lets just get
it over with now, I for one enjoy life.” Sargent Tan walked in before saying in his
sarcastic voice, “normally I would be telling you that it won’t hurt a bit, but it’s a sin to
tell a lie so, it’s going to hurt a fucking ton, who needs gas to knock you out when pain
will do it for you.” “Tan, as Willem Shakespeare once said, fuck it, and in my most
humble of words, go fuck yourself.” “Just so you know you are not the first person who
told me that, and won’t be the last at this rate, I hold you down while Miss DeWitt here
does the rest.” “We ready Elizabeth?” “One can never be truly ready for what needs to
be done, so let’s get this done so that are Irish friend here gets to drink another day.”
“That is not funny, I don’t even drink that often, where in the living hell did that
stereotype even come fro- WHAT THE FUUUUCK.” “Sorry Arlington but a man can only
take so much bitching for so long.” “It’s in there deep Tyler hold him down.” “JESUS,
MAKE IT STOP.” “Just think of how all much stronger you will become because of this
Arlington.” “AHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMMIT.” “Dthly Chill, go get Dempsey and the rest, we
might need some help over here.” “On it T.” “You found it yet Elizabeth; there is only so
much room where it could be.” “Nothing yet, wait, I think I see something.” “DEWIIT,
YOU FUCKER, DO SOMETHING!” “Sorry friend, if are medic Doctor Sanders was still
around maybe, the best I can do it just make you coffee.” “I GOT IT; just put more
pressure on the wound!” “I think Mr. Arlington has been knocked out by my poor sense
of humor, yep he will be fine.” “Do you ever shut up Tan?” “Nope, someone asked me
that five years ago and I think you know the answer by now.”
A fun evening with friends
I walked down about ready to throw up, I mean I had watched SAW and that scene from
Dead Space 2 but the real thing is ever worse than can be described. Booker walked out
and started talking to Elizabeth. “Do you think he will make it?” “That was never really
the question Booker; it was more how much damage has been done to the flesh and can
he walk again. Well the good news is amputation is not needed thank god, bad news is
he won’t be walking around for a little bit, a month at best. Crutches could get him
moving much sooner, about a week but going out to find food is out of the question for
some time. The main worry is infection, the bullet was not clean at all, thank god he
found some antibiotics that could help with that part, it’s all a waiting game now.” “Well
it’s good to know that he will make it that is all that matters now.” Dempsey ran in along
with Nikolai, “GODAMMIT, were too late, well I am sure the fridge has a beer left.” Tan
walked by with his M21 shouldered, “Sorry, the last whiskey is for Arlington, he kind of
called that back in the hospital.” “What the fuck, well then next time we go out I am
calling your M21 Tan.” “That is not how it works; besides the power kind of went out
yesterday if you somehow missed it, so it’s up for grabs.” He walked away grumbling to
himself “This is why I hate fucking army, just because they handle all or are weapons
does not mean they own it.” “Everyone, as leader of this group I am here to tell you do
not worry about are friend Albert Arlington, he recently took a bullet during a run for
medical supplies, he will survive due to Elizabeth and her amazing medical skills. Now to
lift the burden of what just happen, yes I can see you over there Tyler, you look almost
green, I will treat you to some music.” “Music? You the mighty Booker Dewitt can make
music? I may have been army for five years but this is something.” “Elizabeth, go find
my guitar, me and my daughter are going to sing to you, my friends and extended family,
a song that we wrote after escaping Columbia. There is something called fate, it we all
have it, and there is way to brake it’s chains, or is there?” “Found it, you ready Booker?”
I am ready, on the count of three, one, two, three.” “ There are loves ones, in the
glory, whose dear forms you often, miss. When you close your, earthly story, will you
join them in there bliss. Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, by and by? Is a better
home await in, in the sky in the sky? In the joyous days of childhood, off they told of a
wondrous love, pointed to thee, dying savior, now they dwell with him above. Will the
circle be unbroken, by and by, by and by? Is a better, home await in, in the sky, in the
sky. You remember songs of heaven, which you sang with childish voice, do you love
thee, hymns they taught, or are songs of earth you choice? Will the circle be unbroken,
by and by, by and by? Is a better, home await in, in the sky, in the sky. You can
picture, happy gatherings, round the fireside long ago, and you think of, tearful partings,
when they left you here below. Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, by and by? Is a
better, home await in, in the sky, in the sky. One by one there, seats were emptied,
and one by one, they went away. Now the family, is parted, will it be complete, one
day. Will the circle, be unbroken, by and by, by and by. Is a better, home await in, in
the sky, in the sky. ““That was something, this might sound quite assholeish, but what
does it mean?” “It means whatever you want it to mean, it bears the semblance to old
time religions hymns, but to me and Booker, it means something more meaningful.” “Like
what exactly, I never was a poet as you can clearly see.” “To some it’s a song about
nationalism, to others a song about family and your own past, to a few it’s just a
religious song. To me and Booker it’s about are adventure in Columbia, you can believe
whoever you think the words refer to.” “ I am quite surprised, this coming from a
hardcore marine I was not expecting you of all people Booker be able to play the guitar
so softly, like a violin.” “I’ll take that as a complement.” “Is there anything else you
could play, that was better than quite a few movie concerts I have been to.” “Give me
a moment, Elizabeth go check if there are any other interments in the house.” “On it
Booker.” “You do know that you will have to play that again when Arlington wakes up
right?” “I know, only thing is I love to play music when we have time, strange as it
sounds coming from me.” “Booker, I found something you might want to see.” He just
crossed his arms like he always does and said firmly, “What is it Elizabeth.” She walked
over with what looks like a record player, only it was much older, it was an old time
phonograph. “I check if we any songs, not likely but you never know, I always wanted
to play those things when I was a kid, excuse if I act like I am geecking out or
something. Within a minute sergeant Tan came back with one of those old time music
disks. “Here, it has a message on it the cover; you might want to read it Booker.” “To
someone we know, Mr. DeWitt, never forget Time and Fate, Constants and Variables rule
the world, R L.” “This can be real, someone knew we were going to be here, and left this
music for us? That makes no sense.” “It does to me, I know who this is from, it’s from
the Luteces. Those people that guided me through Columbia, they always knew what
was soon to happen, but they messages of warning were always vague and mysterious.
Let’s play it anyway, it’s has been sometime since I heard that type of music.” I winded
it up and it started playing old time music, the type with the voice sometimes being hard
to understand and piano music. “ Welcome to your life, there’s no turning back, even
while we sleep, we will find you acting on your best behavior, turn your back on mother
nature, everybody wants to rule the world. It’s my own design, it’s my own remorse,
help to decide, help me make the most of freedom, and pleasure, nothing ever last
forever, everybody wants to rule the- there’s a room where the light won’t find you,
holding hands while the walls coming tumbling down, when they do I’ll be right behind
you, so glad we almost we made, so sad they had to fade it, everybody wants to rule
the world. I can’t stand this indecision, married with a lack of vision, everybody wants
to rule the- say that you never need it, one headline why believe it? Everybody wants
to rule the world.” “Okay, that was great in all, but one small question, how the fuck did
I just hear a Tears for Fears song in a phonograph?” “They must have found it in
Columbia, they seem to like to copy music and make it their own, if that makes any
sense Tan.” “Okay…you know what fuck it, play that thing again I think it’s somehow
even better than the 1985 version.” “It’s a warning for something, the Luteces were
always sly in how they told me information.” “Okay then, I am going to go to bed now, I
have had more than enough shit to last a week,” “You do know it’s 5:00 PM right?”
“You know what Tyler, I feel like going to bed also, Melina, Noah and myself think it’s not
a bad choice.” “Fine, I guess Takeo is on watch tonight, well you better get to it Tac, I
am not giving you my gun.” “Understood Dempsey, I will help this honorable group the
best I can.” “Don’t give me that shit; you know what I don’t care just try not to get us
killed by your silence.” I had no comment, I thought it was strange to have 1985 song
sung with a 1912 vibe, but hay it was pretty damn good, maybe even better. So went
upstairs to my room, sure enough Chill was already trying to sleep; it was not hard with
plywood coving the windows.
The Tale of Two City's
I slept pretty well for some time, before I was rudely woken up AGAIN, but this time not
by Booker DeWitt. I heard music, badass sounding music, I got up slowly to check the
window, Takeo was not in the tree house, it was that three minute transition period for
on watch, but what I did was see was a car. It was playing familiar music, and then the
driver got out, the headlights illuminated his face like a ghost, it was Nate. I panicked
and to where Booker was sleeping, in one of the first floor bedrooms. I kicked the door in
and before I could say anything he grabbed his revolver and pointed it at my face. He
lowered the moment he saw it was me, he asked “What is going on now, you look like
you just had come back from the haunted house again.” “It’s him, the guy that almost,
you know, in the garage.” He just got up without saying a word, he pulled the hammer
back on the revolver and walked outside.” “It’s about damn time someone came out, I
was just about to start honking the horn.” “wait a minute man, let’s not be too hasty, I
did nothing to you.” “NONTHING, you threated my group, tried to kidnap some of them,
and then went after MY DAUGHTER!” “That was your daughter, well then don’t take it
the wrong way but that is some fine tail you got there” Booker just took his revolver and
hit Nate across the face with the barrel. “Give me ONE reason I should not just blow
your brains all over that car.” “I can see we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Nate
by the way, I came by to give you an offer.” “What kind of offer, and why should I trust
YOU of all people now.” Nate turned off the radio, took he his blue trucker hat off, and
tossed his gun on the grass behind Booker.” “You know if I wanted to kill you, I would
have come with other people, let’s just talk peacefully, the past is the past.” I come
from a settlement not too far away, it is run by a man named Crawford Oberson, you
might have heard of him, he used to be the principle of the nearby school. Anyway he
has made a community made up of most of the survivors of Savannah, he appointed me
to look for survivors. We have clean water, electricity that powers lights and equipment,
and enough supplies to last a year. look man I am sorry, hell I thought she liked me,
but that is another story. We are not asking you to join us now, we could trade with
you so you start to trust you, then when you are ready you can join.” “You make a
convincing argument, but I can’t just turn 180 after what you almost did.” “Okay then
as an act of kindness here is a generator that runs on fuel, it will last a month. Well I am
going now, and thanks for not wasting a bullet on me, real nice of you.” “Booker, what
was that, I could hear you yelling all the way in my room.” “It was nothing Elizabeth; it’s
just something we are going to need to worry about in the future
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Act II We Remember
The Generator
Booker turned to Elizabeth and told her “That guy that grabbed you back at the garage
came here tonight; he said he was sorry in his special words, before asking him to join his
group.” ‘We can’t do that, we are surviving well enough on our own, besides I can never
trust that man again.” “I agree, but I think we need to wait it out for a week, at the
very least he gave us this generator and a month’s worth of gas.” We took it into the
backyard, we hooked it up and turned it on, it was loud as shit and it was going to
attract some walkers, but because we had barbed wire on the wall, we were safe. The
power came on in the house, something I was already starting to miss, we walked in and
celebrated are good fortune. Tan walked up to find Arlington awake, grumbling to himself
about how much pain he was it. “Great, how fucked am I, do you need to cut my leg of
without pain relief AGAIN!” “No, you will be able to use a crutch in a week, and being
walking around in a month.” Terfuckingrific, well at least I still will have my legs, I
noticed the power is back online, I guess asking god for power paid off?” “Long story
short we got a generator and it’s powering up the house, pretty sweet it is not.” “So,
your telling me that I could just turn that TV over there on, and the HD TV on down
stairs WITHOUT power bills? Quick go check if my favorite movie is in the collection
downstairs, it’s the Departed by Martin Scorsese.” “Why not, it’s your version of ice-
cream, sure what the worse that could happen?” Tan ran down and checked the shelf
for a movie, he wondered to himself, why was he even doing this, he knew Arlington for
roughly a day, he guessed it was just his nice side being active again. He brought it up
to the med room and put the DVD into the TV, “Fuck it, I have nothing better to do, I am
going to watch the Departed with you, it’s been to fucking long anyway. I have to ask
why is this your favorite mobster movie, why not Godfather like everyone else?” “What
can I say, it was a little modern then other mob movies, I can say that the mob works
like now a days, and who can hate the staff sergeant?” “You got a point, I am going
barrow this chair for the time being, even after being in the army for years, I will stand
for two hours.” So they just sat there, watching the Departed, while at the front gate
Dempsey and Takeo were on watch, there were a lot more because of the generator.
“How do you think we got here anyway, how did we, some of the greatest badass
warriors in history get to this point?” “Dempsey, we might have gotten stuck here
because of the ‘moon’ incident we had not too long ago.” A Walker started to claw at
the gate; Dempsey kept on talking while at the same time he pulled his revolver out and
shot the zombie in between the eyes. “Right, how did I forget that part, anyway I
wonder what happened to are ‘forth’ member, mister asshole German who you promised
would kill one day.” Maybe the settlement that Mr. DeWitt talked about, who knows
where he could be now, if I find him, he will taste the steel of the honorable.” “Got that,
god do you know how many times you have said that, is it a tradition in Japan, but say
honorable this and that, god it gets annoying after sometime.” “Dempsey, it is a
tradition, we always say that with everything, just look at a bowl of soup, the
instructions says honorable at least five times.” “Fucking hell, I was kidding, I had no
idea that is a thing, well back on subject I think we should give it a week then meet
these people.” Chill was in a real happy mood, he was in the basement, and found a
Xbox 360 in working condition, he had a couple of games in his backpack, among them
included a few Call of Duty’s, Battlefield 3, Grand Theft Auto 4, Left Four Dead 2, and a
few other games. Noah was wide awake, the sound of power got him up and working like
he was drinking coffee, thing is he really sucks at Battlefield, and guess what they were
playing. “Hay Noah, wonder if anyone else in the world is online right now, probably not.”
“Well, maybe there is one other person; we can’t be the only person this lucky, right?”
“You know what, I go get Black Ops 2, let’s play a little multiplayer even if it’s
overpowered bullshit half the time.” Noah came walking by and asked me to play a little
bit of Black Ops 2, well you think I would say no to that, the game might suck by
multiplayer standards but it is fun sometimes. I started playing free for all mode, and
kicked all there asses with easy, might be my fast reflexes, or my years of gaming, one
of those two anyway. Chill was so pissed like he always is; he got over it real fast
though, we kept playing for what seemed like hours. Booker sat on the bed in his room,
he pulled out his revolver, he just looked at the words on the side of the barrel, ‘property
of Booker DeWitt,’ he took out his cleaning kit from his personal box, he started cleaning
it like he always does every night. Elizabeth was out in the living room, playing with the
kids perhaps, he did not care. He took off the Skyhook, it was in good condition, he put
in on the nightstand to his left. His bedroom had only one window, and he himself had
boarded it up, there was a bathroom to the left of the bed, pretty standard room. He
checked all the ammunition he had, he had a little over 100 bullets for his revolver, and
about 80 shells for the shotgun, he was not worried about the dead. He kept thinking
back to that guy Nate, how even though he had ran after his daughter, the place he
talked about could save all of their lives, like Elizabeth said, in about four days he and
only himself will go to Crawford and check it out. He put his gun back in the holster, and
started to go to sleep, until Nikolai walked in, drunk as ever. He then passed out on the
floor, right next to his bed, with a annoyed look, Booker picked up Nikolai and dragged
him to couch, he saw Elizabeth playing Xbox with Tyler and his friends, he had told Noah
back in the garage about how they would never let them game, but he was both to tired
and they were having too much fun to just pull the plug. He walked back into his room,
he locked the door so no one could come it, and fell asleep, knowing that soon enough a
big day would come.
1 Is Lee's group going to be in this story?
2 Are you going to add some left 4 dead characters?
3 How many acts are you going todo?
4 Is Tan a character from other game or your's original chracter?