Well I did say that it started kind of in October 2012 as a school assignment, but I believe during the last month of school which was May I believe, I started adding to it, I then thought of adding my favorite zombie game characters into it, then five months later its 46 pages, 35,978, 73 chapters, 1,832 lines, and 185,253 characters.
The next chapter will be up tomorrow, it will follow the Nikolai and Elizabeth's day, and then we will do the celebration of Crawford's first week, complete with fresh food.
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After Ten days in the Desert
I turned around to see the house, the sun was setting behind it, the rays shined
on the house like a fading flashlight, I was sure this would be the last I would see it.
Booker was at the head of are column, with Dempsey and his friends behind Booker. Tan
was still helping Arlington walk, he was getting better slowly but for now he needed help
from his new friend. It’s funny, he had only known him for five days yet they acted like
they had known each other for years, it must have been all those mobster movies they
watched for those days were Arlington was restricted to staying in bed. They watched
Departed, Goodfellas, all three Godfathers, all the great ones worth talking about. Now it
seems they are almost brothers, who would have thought that an army soldier and a
mobster would be friends? Anyway Elizabeth was right behind Arlington and Tan, she had
a pistol in her hand but we all knew she would not use it, we knew her to well. Then me
and my friends were at the back of the column, I guess we were in the safest position is
something was to happen but I don’t know for sure why we were at the back. It was
getting late and we all knew the moment the sun goes down we would be easy prey to
walkers or anything or anyone. The city was still pretty even after a week, sure the
fires on day one had burned some of the buildings, but there were some parts that
looked as if the undead had not risen. There were very few if any walkers in the area,
which was strange as I remember there being so many only seven days before. We
found a few walkers roaming around, I saw the look in Dempsey’s eyes, he was going to
do that challenge he did the day Arlington got shot. “I bet ten dollars that Takeo can kill
those five walkers and look cool doing it.” “Well I already lost five dollars, I am keeping
it, you can take Tan’s money though, he never spends it on anything.” “Good luck trying
to find something that money can still buy, your still on though, care to explain how an
old Japanese guy can kill those walkers in ‘style’.” “ I will gladly show you, Takeo please
go kill those walkers so that your dear friend can become ten dollars richer.” “I’ll do it,
but not for money, rather in the name of putting those wayward souls to rest.” Takeo
took out his Katana and walked toward the walker, it noticed him and started walking
toward him to. He put his hand on one side of the blade, and pressed it ageist the
walkers neck, it’s head fell out with ease. He threw his Katana into the eye socket of the
next zombie, Takeo just slowly walked toward his sword with no sense of urgency, He
raised his sword and chopped the next walker in half from the head down to the chest,
he then walked to the second to last walker and just started slicing it apart. He cut so
fast it was hard to see where he hit until the blood started pouring out, he cut its arms
off, the head, hell he cut the thing in half straight across the waist. Only one walker
remained, Takeo just turned around and without even looking jabbed the katana into the
chest of the walker, only he did not stop there. He grabbed its head and threw it over
his shoulder, it landed on its back and Takeo just pulled the sword out, along with the
walker’s undead heart. He then rammed the blade through the walkers jaw, he walked
back to our group while swinging the sword in the air to clean the blood off. Tan was in
disbelieve, it was all surreal to him, he turned to Dempsey and told him, “I should have
known not to gamble money when you are making the bets.” “Well it’s a little late to
realize that Tan, now where is my money?” “Here, I don’t know what use you have for it
but you can take it off my hands.” After that nothing really interesting happened, it was
just all ten of us walking through Savannah to get to Crawford, the only other interesting
part was when Elizabeth wanted to sing a song to keep are hopes up. She asked if
anyone had any good songs, and Dthly Chill of all people says he would want her to sing
Homeward Bound by Simon & Garfunkel. Elizabeth did not know any of the words, so Chill
you I would like to mention does not like to teach anyone anything, wrote down the
words on a piece of paper. Elizabeth sang the whole song, it really did keep are morale
high as we made it to the gates of Crawford. The sun had just set when we made it,
Booker yelled to Cany Dance to open the gate. “Well when you said told me that you
were going to think it over, I was not expecting you back a few hours later, must have
been the pork ribs.” “Booker, you had pork ribs, you know I love ribs and steak, why did
you not tell me.” “Because I was quite sure you would talk about it all the way, and now
we are here now shut up and follow my lead for just a little bit more.” The gate opened
and we all walked in just to be amazed at how good this place was, running water,
working lights and power, a wall and plenty of guards, I knew we would be safe here.
Solace
The place was beautiful, the guard Cany gave us a small tour, Chills looked like his
eyes were going to pop out of his head, I had never seen him so happy without saying a
word. “As you can see, security is are top concern here in Crawford, nothing gets past
the wall. We have a fully functional cafeteria, are special today was ribs shame you
missed it by only a few hours. We have gymnasium for working out and playing games, it
does not get used that much but it works. The nurses office is are medical station, we
have three members there, I am sure your friend will be running a marathon in no time
with are care.” “I’ll be the judge of that; I personally want Elizabeth to be the medical
professional as I trust her the most.” “Really, so the girl is really adept at healing, good
to know I will inform Oberson soon enough and I are confident she will get the job.
Anyway we are going to the theater area; Oberson was going to give a small speech
about surviving a full week into the apocalypse. By the way here are your journals,
every member of Crawford needs to have journal to document your thoughts.” We
walked into the theater and saw most of Crawford was here; so many people, men,
woman, and children were in most of the seats. Booker found some for us, it was more
packed then I had expected, by luck the man sitting right next to Booker was the man he
meant hours before, Oliver Oberst. “So I can see what choice you made, I can’t blame
you it’s hard to pass up this place.” “Can you believe it has only been seven days, it
feels like months already since I have read the local newspaper.” “I know I would give
anything to go back to the old ways, even if it meant my own life.” “I know that feel,
when is Oberson going to give his speech?” “Real soon, we have been here for quite
some time already, I here he gave pretty good speeches when he was principle of this
school.” The theater became real quite all of a sudden, then a man in military uniform
walked out on to the stage, he seemed pretty high ranking but I knew that was not an
American uniform. Behind him was a man in a black suit and tie, I guessed was the
leader everyone was talking about. The man in the uniform went up to the podium spoke
up in his German accent, “People of Crawford, I proudly present your leader and savior,
Crawford Oberson, the man who has single handily created a community that will be able
to ride out the storm of undead.” The man went to Oberson’s left, and stood there like a
bodyguard, even though his bodyguard was to his right. “People of Crawford, I am proud
to say we have survived are first week in the apocalypse, the Bible itself said we could
never survive but we are proven it wrong. I can’t say that every day from now will be
flawless, but we will carry on through the ruins of the world where many others failed.
Sacrifices will be made in the future, but it will all be for a good cause, life will find a way
no matter what. Years from now when the world gets back to normal, they will write
about how the brave and courage’s members of Crawford survived while the city fell
around us, we will all be hero’s idolized for generations to come. Everyone must do their
part to make that future a reality, but I have faith that all of you can create that future,
now get out and explore, survive, and thrive in the name of humanity.” Everyone got up
and clapped before leaving and going back to whatever they were doing previously.
Booker got up and walked to Oberson who was talking to a few members of Crawford, he
saw him walk towards him.” “Mr. DeWitt, good to see you back in are lovely community,
I assure you that the choice you have made was the right one.” “You told me you need
a file on everyone, well I have my nine other members, do you need to interview any of
them?” “No, just write down their names and if any stick out I will interview them, here
take my pen.” Booker wrote down all of our names and handed them to Oberson, Booker
writes all of his documents really fast.” “I see, well two are noteworthy, send Albert
Arlington and Tank Dempsey to my office as soon as you can Mr. DeWitt, the files will be
made soon enough.” “Good to know, that speech was pretty good, who wrote it?” “I
did, most politicians have speech writers, I do not believe in it, it shows they can’t think
of creative words that express what the speaker wants to say. All those words were
written by me, if need be I could show you all the rough drafts I have made in my
office.” “I see where we sleep, as some of my members have been walking for hours.”
“Tell them to head to the dormitory wing, Cany will know where that it, room 223 is
yours, I must warn you that you will sharing that room with a family of two.” Booker
walked to his fellow group members, they all looked happy except Dempsey, Nikolai and
Takeo. “What is wrong now Dempsey, did someone pickpocket the 15 dollars you have
won?” “No, that man that was with Oberson, I know him and he is not to be trusted.
The man in the uniform, his name is Dr. Edward Richtofen, he used to be a ‘friend’ of are
before he betrayed us for his own personal goals, I don’t like the fact he is here.” “I see,
well I guess maybe in the morning I will talk to Oberson about this, remember we have to
last seven more days, and just because one person from your past that is untrustworthy
is here does not mean that we should leave. I don’t like Nate but I am willing to push
that aside in the name of protecting are group and you will need to do the same.” “Yes
sir understood, it’s just odd you know, I will get over it real fast.”
So I was right? What do I win?
Cany walked everyone to the dormitory’s, it was late, my watch said it was 8:00 PM, we
had to hand in are weapons, something Booker did not want to do knowing his family ties
to that revolver. The room was large, it had desks, a bathroom with working toilets, a
shower, and six bunk beds. The other family was already asleep, so Cany flipped the
light on and off repeatedly until they got up. “Booker, meet your roommates, go easy on
them they have gone through quite a lot.” The family in front of me was to woman, one
was 20 with blonde hair, the other was 14 with much darker hair I guess, I am not good
at looking at someone and guessing age. We all just stood there not saying a word,
Booker broke the silent, “So you two are the ‘family’ Oberson talked about, well we are
you new roommates, exactly what relations do you have?” “She is my sister, nothing
more nothing less, are parents are, gone you know.” “Sorry to hear that, what are your
names?” The older one spoke up, “My name is Molly, my younger sister’s name is Hilda,
we have been here for only three days.” Arlington spoke up, “Well this is our night here,
don’t worry it’s going to get better here.” We all got just stopped talking and started
picking which bunk bed we would be sleeping in. I took the lower bed in the bunk right
next to the door, Chill was on the upper one. It all went as you would expect, Booker
and Elizabeth shared the same bunk, Dempsey and Takeo, Tan and Arlington, Molly and
her sister, Noah and Melina, only thing was there was no bed for Nikolai. He complained
for half the night until he just fell asleep on the floor. I slept pretty well for the first time
in a week, I woke up around 9:00, not tired as hell and not woken up by someone. I got
out of bed to find that only Nikolai was still in the room, not that I blame him sleeping on
the floor sucks, I looked around and saw Arlington eating ribs with Tan, the rest of the
group was also there. I walked over to Arlington’s table, I had not seen the guy look so
happy in far too long, and all it took was food. “Tyler, glad you could join us, I found out
the chef had some ribs left over from yesterday, it is incredible here take a piece.” I
took the rib and ate it, it was really juicy and meaty, just the way I like my ribs. “See, I
can tell you loved it, I don’t know what the hell Tan is talking about.” “All I am saying is
the ribs are good, but not to die for, I just don’t see it.” “Tan you’re not from New York
that is why you don’t appreciate good well-seasoned ribs.” “I will say we are lucky they
even have ribs left, I guess refrigeration has saved quite a few types of food that are
not canned.” I asked them what they are going to be doing after finishing dinner, they
responded, “Well I am going to report to Oberson’s office, he wants to talk to me for
some reason imagine that, and Tan is now a guard after they learned of his past military
experiences, in other words he got screwed over.” “Well after your leg heals you are
going to have to out scavenging again.” “Which I am good at beyond a doubt, what
happened was just bad luck nothing more nothing less. Anyway, I hear Booker is going
out looking for stuff with Nate, go figure there, Elizabeth is working in the nurse’s office,
and Dempsey is going to Oberson’s office right after me, and your friends are going to be
cleaning the hallways, I am going to love your face after you clean the whole school.” I
got up and walked toward my friends to tell them the news, I told Chill and all he did was
slam his head on to the table and sit there before getting up and talking about how much
shit that is. Arlington got up and told Tan to finish those ribs, as he did not want them
to go to waste at all. He walked down the hallway to Oberson’s office.
Also, I thought you might like this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AK9L5zSDRiA
Arlington walked into Oberson’s office all too similar to how Booker entered just a day
before, the door closed behind him and Oberson asked him to take a seat. “Ah yes,
Albert Arlington, do you know why you have been called today?” “No sir I do not why am
I here instead of resting?” “Cut the bullshit we both know why you are here, now I will
ask again do you know why you are sitting before me today!” “Yes I do, you want to
talk to me because of my ‘noteworthy’ past.” “That is correct, by luck no one knows
who you really are, maybe because the past is the past, maybe because they forgot the
name, hell maybe they forgot what you look like, but I don’t. I know for a fact you
escaped with three other prisoners that you knew well, I am not sure a prisoner can be
trusted here. Tell me, I always wondered how did you escape and why is your three
friends dead?” “ It’s simple, over six months I created a plane out of normal everyday
items, and I murdered a guard to get the keys to release my friends.” “This is all
correct, I am surprised you are so compliant with your past, you do understand I could
throw you out for being a former mobster?” “Yes I am fully aware, I just don’t see how I
should be judged on my former actions, my current actions matter more. Anyway we
started up the plane in the middle of a thunder storm and the strong winds tore the
plane apart. My former boss tried to kill me, he never liked me and did not trust me.
Finn was the only one that sided with me, he got shot in the chest by one of the
members, I crushed his skull in with a rock and shot the other guy in the face. I put my
friend out of his misery and walked for some time before I slept under a tree, the next
day I reached Savannah and now we are talking is that good enough?” “That is quite
the story Arlington if only that, a story, how did it really happen.” “Excuse me, did you
just doubt my honesty while I am being interrogated, I told you my friends all died that
day what more do you need.” “This is not an interrogation, if I wanted to do that I
would have Nate and we would not be talking, you lied about your friends, I had a friend
that was a reporter in Savannah, and when he found the body’s there was only one
bullet in Finn O Leary’s body, and there was a bullet in Billy Handsome’s head, not a
crushed skull, how did they really die?” “Why does it matter, they are dead now does it
matter how they died?” “Normally I would tell you not really, but trust is important in
Crawford, and I know you lied to me, spit it out Arlington you told me the past is the
past.” “Alright you want the fucking truth then I will give you the fucking truth. When
the plane crashed Sal blamed me like I said, only when he was threating my life and
trying to convince the others to kill me I drew first. I shot him in the head, the others
thought I had murdered him for no reason, so they went after me. I fired a bullet that
hit Billy in the jaw, I then turned to my childhood best friend Michael ‘Finn’ O Leary, I
tried to talk him down but no matter what I told him he shrugged it off. I had no choice,
I wanted to live no matter what, so I did what I had to, I shot my best friend in the head
between the eyes. I am not proud of it, I am not gloating about it, look at me I am a
grown man who has killed human beings before and I am trying my best not to cry. I am
so going to hell and no matter what I do it won’t make a blind bit of different, do you
want me to admit that I have lived a sorrowful life filled with sin and misery, because
that is the truth also.” “Arlington, you can stay in Crawford, you told the truth about
what you did when could have said nothing. I am not a judgmental man, I am a man of
action, and my act today is to keep you here, now please get out of my office as I have
other people to talk to.” “Thanks, I don’t know what to say, I will say you are a better
leader then Sal Deluca ever was, I hope I stay here for a long time and outlive this
nightmare.” Arlington hobbled out of Oberson’s room, he was busy writing down
something in his journal when the next guest entered.
Dempsey walked by Arlington in the hallway as he went into Oberson’s office; he
took a seat just like everyone in the group before him. “Tank Dempsey, American war
hero, it is an honor to have you among us.” “Okay stop with the pleasantry’s Oberson
get to the point, why am I here instead of going out and getting food or ammo?” “I’ll
keep it short, yesterday when I was looking up information on you to put in the file I
walked by the Savannah heroes hallway. People that are noteworthy are there, from the
city’s founder to the present when I noticed something odd, when I worked here I never
really paid attention to who was on that wall. I looked and saw a Medal of Honor, and it
was labeled Tank Dempsey, that was not mentioned in your file, why?” “I was being held
captive by are ‘enemy’, yes I know you don’t hear US soldiers getting captured often. All
I did was escape while killing my captors and saving the only other man there, it was not
gallantry it was something we all would have done under the circumstances. When I got
back command put me up for the medal and I won it, but I felt undeserving of such an
award knowing younger men have done braver things when they had the option to do
nothing. So I sent it home here, and I guess my family or something put it here I don’t
know, my real family is the army, not those people that mascaraed as my parents. Now
they are dead and I don’t give a shit about who they are or what they did, is this what
you called me for, to congratulate me for earning something that was not rightfully
mine!” “Yes I did, knowing each members strength and weakness is half the battle, and
now I know, you may leave now sergeant.” “About fucking time, before I go I must ask
this one question, I noticed that man who is with you all the time, when did he show
up?” “Richtofen, ah yes him, quite the interesting person to say the least. He is not all
there, he talks about cutting open peoples spleens for whatever reason, I honestly don’t
trust him and would prefer to kick him out if he was not so useful. He is both head of
security and science, which boils down to experimenting on dead walkers to find out why
they have come back and his security is second to none.” “Okay, has he talked about
me or any of my friends, because he used to be a member of our group before he back
stabbed us.” “No he has never once talked about being in a group, he ether forgot
about you or he thinks is does not matter anymore, you’re in the clear stop worrying so
much.” “Okay, now if you excuse me I have a date with that vending machine down the
hall, it’s been way to fucking long since I had a Coke.” “Forgot to mention this
yesterday, in a few days we are going to be throwing a party to honor Crawford
surviving a full week, try not to miss it.” Dempsey walked out into the hallway and like
he promised he found a vending machine with a Coke in it. He broke out the five bucks
he earned off Arlington and put it in waiting for is soda, it jammed half way. Let me tell
you, even I don’t know how pissed Dempsey was at that moment, words can’t express it,
he kicked the damn thing until it at long coughed up his drink. He then just slowly
walked into the sunlight drinking a Coke, he went over and started talking to Cany when
he saw Booker in Nate’s car driving toward downtown, he felt sorry for what he was
about to go through. “So, what do you know about the ‘party’ Oberson is going to
throw?” “Not much other then we found a wedding cake still somewhat fresh yesterday;
I assume we are going to be eating that.” “Why not, it has been way to long since I
have had cake, are you army Cany, because you hold your gun like a marine.” Cany
threw up his arms and said in a joking tone, “Well you got me; I was a marine for a
couple years. I always wanted to be a Ranger but when I found out just how hard it
was I aimed a little bit lower. I honestly did nothing noteworthy during my service, so
Dempsey what is your job now, guard?” “Nah I am going out to look for shit, now I am
just waiting for them to fill up the car with gasoline, god how long does it even take?”
“Quite some time, we are sadly not a gas station it takes time for some reason.” “Well
shit, I guess I am stuck here looking at the slowly burning horizon, better, I might as well
get comfortable.”
Still, a lot more chapters are being made. and already existing,.
I think you should do one with Takeo too. He was in the background most of the time.
Got it, I don't always have enough time to develop everyone but its kind of a lull period, so free development for everyone.
Parachute, Wingsuit, or Zipline?
It had been a real slow morning for everyone, Arlington was in the nurse’s office because
of his foot, and Dempsey was stuck waiting for his car to get filled with gasoline. Booker
was stuck with Nate, and Nikolai was still in bed after getting no sleep yesterday, only
Takeo had a decent morning. He got out of bed long before everyone else; he made his
own coffee by using machine in the cafeteria, and sat down as ordered soup. He was
assigned to be a guard, most likely because Oberson did not like the idea of someone
around the age of 60 getting supply’s, his post was the front gate like most guards, it
was a dull morning but Takeo did not care, the beauty of watching the sun rise was
enough to make it up. He was handed a bolt action rifle and lawn chair, all he did for
hours was sit there at the horizon and watch for walkers that would never appear. Time
pasted and time pasted, Dempsey came out with a bottle of Coke in his hand, he talked
to Cany about how long it was taking. Knowing that nothing would happen Takeo just
got up and talked to Dempsey. “Takeo my friend, don’t tell me your job is watching the
wall all day is it?” “I am afraid it is Dempsey, I can’t complain but I do wish there was
something more exciting in store for me.” “Well I’ll tell you what, when the truck gets
filled up why don’t you take a ride with me, nothing else important is going to happen and
besides, we always need two people per search right?” “Fine, go check on the car, I am
not going anywhere.” Dempsey came back and told Takeo, “Shit it’s only half full, well
might as well talk about something, hay Cany you got anything to smoke?” “Yes I do,
you both want one, I never use them but it would be a waste to never use them.” “I’ll
be fine; I prefer dying of old age instead of cancer.” “Suit yourself, hay Takeo you are
like 60 something, how was your military career, how did you become a major general?”
“Well I did join up when I was 17, no one really cared, I guess I got a head start being in
wars Japan was not technically in. I was with the Americans in Vietnam; I was
technically apart of the US army but with a Japanese rank. It may have been selfish to
go and fight instead of stay at home and try to heal the country, but I could not resist
the urge to fight. Everyone in the unit hated me, it was only 20 some years since Pearl
Harbor, and by luck the sergeant’s father was at Pearl. We fought through the war, it
was not a fun experience but an experience none the less, at one point I saved my
sergeant after he got him by a sniper, they all routed and left him except me. After that
day he respected me as a warrior that was helping instead of an observer from a foreign
country. When the war ended I went home, not much happened for some time really,
just staying in the military for a long time helped me become an officer. I believe it was
in the 80s, when the Cold War was dying down I met this soldier who would soon become
one of my closest friends. Her name was Isabell Tanaka but she preferred being called
Izzy, yes I know English first name Japanese last, I am not here to judge. She was 19,
maybe younger, and she was trying to graduate flight school of all things, she was real
pretty to, she could have easily been a modal or actress or anything along those lines,
but instead she answered the call just as I had decades before. She did not have
parents, so I became a father to her. She was really gifted in flying a jet, hell she even
wore those flight suits that Zero pilots had during World War 2, she graduated top of her
class. After sometime the Gulf War happened, so me and Izzy went to the Middle East,
almost mirroring what I did in Vietnam. To be honest it was nothing to write home about
for me, all I did was just command soldiers; it was more of Izzy’s show. She shot down
five aircraft during the whole war; she was an ace after only one war, a good start. I
got to the rank of colonel and for some time nothing happened, by the 2000s I was a
general and by dear friend was a group leader, otherwise known as a captain. I was a
part of the second Gulf war or whatever you prefer to call it, when we pulled out I
believe I was thinking of retiring after all those long years, and then I walked into a bar in
Texas and met a young hot headed marine and a drunk Russian, and here we are now. I
may have just made my life story longer then it really is, you would think being a major
general of the Japanese army is interesting, but it really is not, sitting at a desk sucks.
To be honest if I had the choice I would rather be in Japan right now with you guys, who
knows what is going on there now, god I hope Izzy is okay she was always the first to
jump feet first into anything.” “Sorry I asked, you really know how to bore a soldier to
death you know, I’ll go check the gas it should be good now. Okay it’s almost filled just
give in another minute, I have one question, if your whole career is nothing noteworthy
then how the hell did you kill those walkers with style?” “Well I did forget one chapter,
one of our guys got blown up by a grenade trap in Vietnam once, and I sort of went
crazy with that sword, when I came home I learned how to use it, how to be the sword,
stuff like that. I am a better military planner then I am a fighter, but I will still fight to
my last breath before any of you die. As they said in World War 2, death before dishonor
so take solace in the fact that if you get shot or something, I won’t run, I will try to
save you even if it means my own death. You’re a great friend Dempsey, my life would
not have been so much fun without you.” “Gee thanks for your heartwarming story, I
think the gas is filled now let’s go burn some rubber!” “Alright, just so you know I can
drive a car a lot better than you think.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” "I just remembered something I was
going to tell you, the name Takeo means warrior in English." "Your an asshole you know that, that was easily the
most interesting information and you forgot it, glorious."
Booker’s Day
Booker got into the car with Nate, he turned around to see Dempsey waving
sarcastically, he knew just how much ‘fun’ this was going to be. Like every other time,
Nate turned on his radio and of course it played Dan Sartain, he just sat back in the
chair and hoped the destination was not too far. Luck was on Bookers side for what
seemed like the first time in his life, the spot they had to scavenge was apartment
building not far from Crawford, according them Oberson the closest buildings must be
searched first. Nate turned the to the car keys out of the ignition and walked to the
door, it was locked obviously, but that did not stop him. He kicked the door in and
grabbed his gun, he signaled to Booker to be silent and follow his lead. There was
nothing on the first floor other than a closet, nothing but shoes were inside. They both
slowly walked up the long twisting staircase to the second floor, they found nothing of
use, it appeared someone had been there long before they came. They walked all the
way to the third floor, Booker and Nate agreed that if there was nothing on the third
floor they would just leave empty handed. Booker took point for once, and when they
got to the third floor they saw another person standing there. Nate aimed his gun at the
person, who did not have a gun or any weapon to speak of, Nate asked, “Who the hell
are you, do you know if there is any food here?” “My name is Nick, I used to live here
before all of this, please just don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Good, now where
is all the food, I know you did not just live here without food.” “They are in my
backpack, it’s all canned soup and little else, sorry.” “We come from a community not
too far away that has fresh water, power, and a wall, why don’t you come with us?”
“For starters tell your friend to lower the gun, I don’t work well under pressure.” Nate
lowered his gun real slow, he did not want to lower his gun but he did it anyway for some
reason. “Okay, it sounds like a good place and what other choice do I have, stay in this
decrepit apartment, when can we go?” “Right now, come on Nate lets go home.” “Wait
just a moment, what is your full name?” “Nickolas Vickers, why does it matter?” “I
remember you when I was a boy, you stole my bicycle when I was ten.” “Does it really
matter anymore, I was a dumb kid can we just leave now.” Nate turned around and
talked to Booker, “Well I do believe we should get a move on, the daylight is burning
fast.” “Thank god, I was starting to think help would never arri-.” Booker watched as
Nate fired his gun into Nick’s chest, all while he was still staring at Booker with a smile on
his face. “I knew I would meet that bastard one day, well now let’s get a look at his
stuff.” “What the hell was that, you can’t just go around killing people, you don’t know
how many people are even alive in Savannah anymore, I thought it was your job to
recruit people, not shoot them.” “He was not fit enough to join anyway, trust me I
should know after a full week.” “You don’t know that, Oberson never said kill people that
might be able to join Crawford, what do you think he will say when he learns about this!”
“He won’t, from this day forward this man never existed, we found canned food in the
cabinets and that was all.” Booker looked at the body, it was starting to move again,
slowly but impossible to not notice. “At least let me put him out of his misery.” “Hay I
don’t care what you do to his body after he is dead, just remember to get moving in a
minute.” “He pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Nick’s head and whispered, “I am
sorry I could not protect you.” He fired off a shot before walking out of the apartment,
Nate with that creepy smile still on his face. “Shit happens some days, you’ll get used to
it soon enough.” Booker could not even look at Nate, he just looked at his own reflection
in the rear view mirror, all he saw staring back in the cracked glass was the eyes of a
broken man.
Good old crazy Nate is back!
who is not as nutso as he is in my story at teh current time.
That to, how did I forget that part, so what do you think of the changes?
confusing.
Very Sudden Change. But...I got used to all the youtube Updates. I should be able to handle this.