The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive (Fan Fic)
Sorry I had to do this, the old version got really badly damaged by a troll, so I am re posting the whole thing over here, I kept changing my mind to if I should or if I should not, I made my choice, well time to get to work.
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Based off the beloved Telltale game
The Walking Dead: The Will To Survive
Act 1, Low Sky at Dawn
Chapter one
Darkening Clouds
The sun came over the many building in the south, glistering over the glass like water. It was summer in
Georgia; the heat was almost unbearable in Savannah. River Street was crowded like you would not
believe. I was here with my best friend from Colorado, he was on vacation and his family trusted me
with him, something I was not sure they should have done. I always call him Dthly Chill; it was his
gamer tag on Xbox360 and it’s a lot cooler than his real name anyway. Anyway, I was in the crowd
some distance from the hotel, I just could not stay there forever, you can only talk to your friends for
so long before you go mad. It was amazing; with the boats moving, birds flying and landing on the river,
and the waves slowly rolling around, I knew this is why I came. Then, the downward spiral began just
like that, I do not remember how it happens but I do vaguely remember hearing a gunshot before getting
trampled by all those people on River Street. I woke up sometime later, I did not know what time it
was, four, five, seven o clock, all I know was it was late and no one was around. Everything looked
strangely destroyed; there was a trolley on its side in rubble. The birds were gone and there was blood
only a few feet away. I did not know what to think so I went down the road and saw a dead body with
someone nearby. I yelled for them but did not come close, I got closer and closer until it turned around.
It was dead but it was moving, even eating what was left of the body. It got up and walked toward
me, I did nothing as I just stared back in horror. It grabbed me and pulled me down so I kicked it and
started to crawl away but it kept coming. I kept crawling until I backed up into a car or something. I
saw to my left another dead man, there were no weapons on the body but there was a glass shard
hanging from the car window. I grabbed it, by hand started to bleed but I had to ignore the pain as the
creature approached with its mouth opened like a shark. With all my strength I jammed the glass shard
into the head of my enemy, it dropped dead, I did not dare try to pick it up. I did not know what it
was, it looked like a zombie from all those voodoo stories one of my friends would talk about.. I did not
know what to think, should I be terrified, should I be scared that the dead are coming out of the
ground. I then remembered Chill and the rest of my friends, still at the hotel; it’s has been hours, I got
to go look for them. I turned around just to see another ‘zombie’, more and more started to follow him
and soon enough they was a wall of rotting flesh walking toward me. I ran down an alloy way being
chased all the while. I got to the end the alloy just to see more zombies coming down the only way
out. I was trapped, I tried to jump onto the balcony just feet above my head, but it was too heavy to
pull myself up. I looked down to see my only salvation, a manhole cover partially open. I grabbed the
side and pulled and pulled, looking at the wall of dead coming closer and closer. I came open just as
they were in arm reach of me. I jumped down, ignoring the ladder next to me; a zombie fell down the
hole and died, splattering blood all over my shirt. The rest of this “mini hoard” of zombies did not come
down; they just looked down with a dead stare and slowly walked away.
At this point, you might be thinking why I should even care about this story and there is
no backstory. Well there is a story, and I will tell it. My name is Tyler, I am a high
school student from Ohio who gets above average grades in everything but history, I am
smart but an Einstein I am not. So here is how it all started, I was in my hotel room just
watching the news. The major stories were, prison break was happening in a nearby
county, four prisoners had gotten away, and a mechanical administrator at the air force
base near Macon had stuck her commanding officer with a wrench for something, I did
not care. That was all the new said and that’s all I cared about. I turned it off just as it
started talking about riots going on across the state. I was not the only person here in
the hotel, which was a five star hotel by the way. Chill was here obviously, he was
wearing a nice fedora he bought the day before with a leather jacket he has had for
some time. My school class had come to Savannah but it really was not that big of a
class, and by not big I mean three people. One of the class mates I have is a good
friend named Noah, he is 13, but he is fast as all hell, he always wins races. He is fun to
be around but he does want to dominate everything. There is only one other person
that did come to the city, another friend from my class. Her name is Melina; she is a
nice person good to be around but does not like to talk to most people, somewhat shy I
guess. Before you even start yes she is my friend, but not my girlfriend, you have no
idea how many times I get called out on that. My teacher was here for only a short
time, he did not stay because he had trust in us, most likely not a good idea. So I
wanted to go and see River Street, so I put on a long green shirt, gray shorts, and some
sandals, you know the rest. The room number was 212 and it was in the middle of the
long hallway. I walked down the blue carpet and down the stairs to see the river, I got
more then I wanted.
As I walked in the empty sewer system I thought to myself, what has the world come to, zombies all
around eating people, this must be a dream. The sound of gunfire above my head made me realize this
was not a dream. There was very little light in the tunnel, only cones of light would shine from tiny
cracks above. The sounds of rats moving around made it more tense; at any moment something could
grab me and kill me as quickly as I breathe . I always had been afraid of the dark, even when I was
young the darkness always scared me. Every so often I would see shadows along the walls, following
me like candles, I did not know if they were real or just my fears getting to me, I just kept walking
toward what was ahead. The tunnel was still going on and on, I was nowhere near the end, the sounds
of footsteps were getting louder and louder. I was reaching the breaking point, I swore I saw the
cracks get bigger, my own footsteps were sounding like earthquakes, and I could see something at the
corner of my eye and it was not a zombie. A ladder came out of the darkness; I grabbed it and climbed
as fast as a man can climb. The man hole opened into another world, a very different from what I had
seen a few hours ago.
I climbed out of frying pan and into the fire; I turn around to see the city burning.
Gunfire was in the distance, the screams of soon to be dead people were everywhere
and a few buildings were on fire. I believe the market was burning, as I could smell the
unmistakable smell of bread burning. As I watched this home away from home die, I
knew no one was leaving this city, alive or not. I starred at it for some time, I lost track
of how long I watch the death of a once amazing city I had always wanted to see. The
hotel was not too far away from where I stood. As I turned around a zombie grabbed me
and started to pull me down onto the ground. I was near an alleyway so I tried to push
the zombie into the wall, it would not move. I was too weak and it was way too strong
to be moved, I kept trying but I knew it was for nothing. I excepted my fate, knowing I
would become just mindless husk for eternity, as the zombies face was about to bite into
my neck, a loud shot rang out. My sight went red, I could see nothing and I fell to the
ground and laid still. I started hearing voices, not whispers but real words. I could see
vaguely to shadows over me, as I wept the blood from my eyes I could see them. They
were not military or friends of mine, or anything I had seen before. One of them was a
man, 38 or so, with a large shotgun resting over his left shoulder, still smoking. He was
wearing a black shirt with a gray vest, a red double crossed tie, and some very dark
pants. His right hand had a large hand warp with some blood on it. On his right hip was
a very large revolver with the hammer pulled back. He had very dark hair and green
eyes, and he was looking at me with a slight smirk. The other one was woman who could
not be older than 20 with a very long blue skirt, with a small blue petty coat. She had
very dark brown hair that was very short, almost like it had been cut. She was not
wearing any make-up at all, which is really strange. Her eyes were as blue as the sky
and she had a brooch hanging from her neck with a diving bird on it. They said nothing
as I got back up, I thanked them for saving my life, and they still said nothing back. The
man said to me “You can walk can’t you, you are lucky I was here to save your life.” I
told him in a smart ass voice “I did not need the help, I was fine.” He said back “You’re
not the only person today who refused my help, I am sure they are dead now.” I was
going to say something back when the girl asked me “Where were you coming from when
this happened, is your family here in Savannah?.” “No, my friends are in the Hilton hotel
down the road over there.” The man said back “well it’s just good we found you when
we did, I have just seen to many people die today and over the years to be happy.” I
ask what their names are, as I never trusted someone that I don’t even know what to
call. In a proud voice the man said “My name is Booker DeWitt, the woman beside me is
Elizabeth, and we are the only thing keeping you from being six feet under, from now on
you better be a bit quicker on the draw.” I said fair enough, we all started walking
toward the hotel. Booker told me to get a move on as the day won’t stay burning for
long, and then like that we at the hotel doorstep, not knowing if anyone was even alive
As I walked up to the door, the place seem to look the same as it had hours ago, but a few things were
different, the windows were boarded with wood, and the front door was both locked and barricaded. I
was just started to realize how odd the two survivors were, they looked like they were from a different
time era. The shotgun was lever action, which is strange because they don’t make many of those. The
revolver looked like something from the 1890s, and the outfits on both of them were early 1900s style.
I was not complaining, but it just felt odd like I was reading yet another history book. The lock looked
like it was made of hard steel, too strong for a bullet, but they did not seem fazed. I just started
leaning on the wall, looking at my watch hoping something would happen. I saw Booker give a node to
the girl, and just like that she got on her knee and put a pin into the lock. Just as fast as I had seen
the pin go into the lock, it was out and lock fell to the ground. I looked with surprise and shock and
said “how the hell did you do that?” All she said was “I have a lot of spare time.” I just nodded and
said yay whatever, the barricade was just a bookcase pushed against the door, it got moved without
much effort. The lobby was dark, the lights were out and there were dead body’s everywhere. The
glass windows were all broken, the clean tile was red from the blood, but the lemonade and cookies
were still on their stand in the corner. The air was filled the smell of lead and decomposing dead, I had
no weapons to use and it was hard to tell if they had been shot in the head. The lobby was mostly a
square with two flights of stairs at both ends, a large chandelier hung above the desks, tilted like it also
had been shot. I turned to my saviors and whispered, “Hay, do you have anything that is silenced.”
Booker told me that nothing he carried was quiet, but that we did not have to worry. We went up the
stairs without incident, after the stairs, there was a door to the main flight of stairs, near a soda
machine. We walked up the stairs to the sixth floor, I was about to collapse from the walking, I was not
in the best of shape let me tell you. I told them that the room was 212, and that it was in the middle of
corridor. We were at the door to the room and there was no sound inside, I put my hand in my pocket
to get the key card but there was nothing there, I must have lost in on River Street. I started walking
away when Booker kicked the door down and pulled out his shotgun.
Okay then
Reunited
I ran back to see all my friends on the ground with their hands up, Chill was there and
the moment he saw me he yelled out “Holy shit, Tyler where have you been and why is
this asshole trying to kill me?” I told in a slightly mad voice “He is not trying to shoot
you, he is trying to save you. “ Ok then, next time can you not kick the door down and
almost crush me in the middle of a poker game, let me finish this hand. I got three of a
kind, beat that Noah. By the way, were the fuck have you been, you told me an hour
and it’ past 6.” “Sorry Kyle but I have a Full House.” “Goddammit, you had a card in
your sleeve literally didn’t you.” “Maybe, maybe not, but I want won anyway.” I told
Chill calmly “Yes I am late, but did the calendar say ‘July 24 the world will and end and
zombies will kill us’ because if it did then this is your fault for not telling me.” I then
asked why you were even here, he tells me “I said we should stay here and wait for
rescue, only that plan did not count on mister 1893 kicking the door down.” “Where is
Melina, is she still here?” “Yes she is still here, they even made me the leader of this
group; I knew playing all those hours of Battlefield 3 would pay off.” As soon as he said
Melina came out the shadows, she was good if not a little shaken. Chill said “So who
are these people and do they have a plan on how to survive.” “My name is Booker
DeWitt, the girls name is Elizabeth, and yes we have a plan if you follow three rules.
One, I am the leader not you which means you go where I go and nowhere else. Two, if
you see anything if it be supplies or one of those creatures just tell Elizabeth, don’t try
to handle it like it’s a video game. Three, do not complain at all, I am not a part of your
family and I will never be, think of me as a military officer or a drill sergeant and nothing
else, is that clear?” Chill said back “yes, but what is her role, she has not even said a
word, she mute or something, the only use I see is to look pretty and do nothi- he did
not finish that sentence, Elizabeth slapped him across the face telling him “I am a nice
person, but no one calls me useless or a whore, I doubt you know what geography even
is or how to the stop the flow of blood, so think twice before you say something so
dumb.” “Ok then, message understood welcome to the team miss.” Booker said “any
last questions before we leave.” Noah came up and said “Does the base we are going to
have power or something so I can play some Call of Duty.” “Not in this world or any
other will we be play video games and no we have a zero amount of power.” I looked
down on the floor to find a flashlight, I grabbed it and turned it on, it was dim like the
batteries were dying but it would be enough to get me to are destination. We started to
walk down the stairs in the darkness when something grabbed Booker. It was a zombie
and it looked like he was done for, when at that moment he punched the zombie in the
face, but it did not sound like a punch at all. There was a loud motor sound and blood
was going everywhere, when I put the flashlight on him he had a spinning hook the size
of a hand on his arm. Chill freaked out and yell “Shit man, that thing looks the fucking
chainsaw from Gears of War” Noah asks were in the world did you get that monster of a
weapon. He politely said “sometimes you can’t believe the things you find people use.”
The rest of the hotel had nothing jump out at us so we walked for some time to a parking
garage were the camp was.
The day was winding down, and I was about to meet the rest of the crew, and if you
though the leader was odd just you wait. I came into the garage and I saw some tents
with a tire in the center with gasoline canisters nearby. The group came out of the
tents and there were four of them, there was one of them in 1920s clothing with an Irish
hat. The other three were military; one was a US marine with the desert uniform in his
mid-40s. One of them had a beret, he had a large sack on his back with small lettering
on the front, and he looked Russian, I had no idea what age he was. Finally there was
an old man in his 60s, with a blue uniform and a sword on his hip, his uniform was
Japanese. This was the crew and they were all interesting to no end. Booker called out
and they all got in line, he yelled out “These are the members of the group, the one with
1920s clothing is Albert Arlington, you might remember him from the news as the recent
escaping prisoners. The American soldier is Tank Dempsey American war hero. The
Russian is Nikolai Belinski, a soldier that will do anything for vodka, pretty much average
Russian in a nutshell. Last but not least we have General Takeo Masaki, Japanese officer
and strategist that thinks before he fights. Welcome to the family you can warm up by
the fire or just go to sleep it’s your choice.”
I sat on wooded box near the ‘campfire’ of sorts, which was really nothing more than a
tire set alight, maybe not the wisest of choices but I did not care. I glanced a bit to my
left and looked at Arlington, there was something not right with that man, and it was not
the fact that his cloths looked like something from one of those old gangster movies my
dad would make me watch. He saw me and said in a slightly squeaky voice “Hay kid my
name is Albert Arlington, but you can call me Al or the Weasel, You know why don’t we
just tell a little bit about ourselves, not like we are going anywhere, I will go first. Gather
round ladies and gentlemen because you will be here for a while. I was from Brooklyn
New York, I lived on the nicer side of town, not that shit you see in the movies, and
unlike most gangsters I attended college and passed, surprised? When I was looking for
a job afterword’s, my dear friend from my neighborhood by the name of Michael ‘Finn’ O
Leary told me how to get money fast, and I more than ever wanted money fast and easy
and I was told this was the best way, and that my friend was the Mafia. Now I grew up
watching the great gangster movies like the Godfather and other greats, so I wanted to
be unique and be remembered, for better or worse. My plan that made me unique in the
mob world was that I would wear 1920s clothes and use old fashion tommy guns, if it kills
it works. Besides my job was not to kill people, I was the beat the shit out of you guy,
and the money handler due to my smarts, and no I did not wear my gangster suit when I
was doing money handling. I was also a con man that got a lot of extra funds for the
family, granted it was not a shit ton of money, but ever bit helped. The main hitman for
the group was a man named Billy Handsome, I don’t know why they called him that but
he got the job done pretty well, the cops still have no idea exactly how people he killed.
My friend Finn was a racketeer that handled gambling, he did his job well enough I guess.
The Don of the family was a Sicilian named Salvatore Deluca; he was the man of beer
drugs and gambling, I respected the guy but at the same time feared him. I was riding
the money wave, I had no wife or family but I was getting there, but the lure of money is
stronger than love, that and I was not really the person that wanted long term
relationships. I once stole a man entire wallet once, it was in the subway waiting to
catch a ride and I was bored. He turned around and asked my who took it; I put on a
happy simile and pointed at a business man with a large suitcase. By some extreme luck
he believed me and ran right at the guy, and beat the shit out of him, when this was all
happening I just booked it and ran. Later I told Finn what had happened, he said
“Arlington, how the fuck did you weasel your way out of that.” That’s how I got the
nickname and I still have it to this day, not that it matters anymore. A few weeks later I
was giving a large job that handled a lot of money, how could I resist? That job was to
help rob a bank in Los Angeles, It all went smooth for a little bit, until the bank teller,
who was a real hardass and did not want to comply, pull a weapon and shot me in the
leg, he did not live long enough to celebrate that fact. The cops showed up and I was
to slow, they got me for one count of heist and murder. I got a life sentence and was
sent to the state prison in Georgia of all places. The prison was rough but my friends
were not far behind, Finn got ratted out by his wife, Handsome botched a hit and Sal
was caught with a firearm on him of all things. I had nothing to do so I thought of how
to escape this prison, I had always dreamed of doing it as a kid. After a month I thought
of a plan that was insane but if it worked I would both get out and history books
everywhere, also one of my great dreams. I thought of making a plane, made out
everyday items that would be built on the roof and we would fly away. I told the gang
and they thought I was crazy, but Finn thought it could work, so I started making a
blueprint with chalk. I needed five items to get working; I needed rope, clothes, an
engine, a power source and some leather. We needed the wardens key to get to these
items, one more challenge for my mind. Finn worked in the machine shop, and he had to
get the key or make one to get to the next step. I came up with a plan, we got Billy to
swap with Finn at machine shop, and we wait till four o’clock when the warden checks
the shop. Billy got his attention while I quietly pick pocketed him; when I was done Billy
hit him with a wrench, starting a battle with the guards. I gave the key to Finn, who
started molding a copy of the key. He made it as fast as he could while the fight was
going on, when he was done he handed it to me so I could put the real key back on the
floor. The fight ended as fast as it started, the warden had a bloody nose but it was
worth it. Billy got a month in the hole or as they called it, salutary confinement. He got
to the work over the weeks getting the supplies; I got the rope from the dock because I
got the dock job, priceless I know. Over a 5 month period we got all the items, we
stored them in a small hole in each of our cells, waiting for the right time. That day was
yesterday, July 23 during a thunder storm. It was lights out at around 9:30 PM and are
guard Stanley Ferguson was doing his rounds. He was one of the few decent guards,
perhaps because he had a family but who knows or cares? He walked by Deluca’s cell,
he started talking to him. He said in his think accent “How you doin’ tonight Ferguson?
Family good?” He tells him “They’ doing great, Mr. Deluca. My boy Tommy? He’s almost
six.” “Aint that swell?” Deluca kept drinking from his coffee as Ferguson went by. He
pasted by Finns cell with him on the shitter, he asked “Hey Finn, got that tip for
Saturdays race yet?” “I’m workin’ on it, right now.” At that moment I started to yell in
pain to get him to come over, he walked by Billy as he told him “You gonna shut him up?
Or do I gotta do it?” Ferguson took his baton and hit his cage bars telling him “You know
the rules Handsome. No talking.” He went to my cell as I laid on the ground in pain
crying for help, he said “God damn it Arlington.” I said in a swirl voice “You got to get
the doctor I need help, it’s serious.” “This better be for real.” As he came over I
grabbed my knife, all it was is a piece of glass with black tape for a handle, I found it in
the yard. I stabbed him in the throat, blood went all over and he hit the ground dead. I
did not hate the guy, it was all business, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong
time. He was the only guard that night in are cell block so we were on the home run. I
got his keys and unlocked the cells to my friends, they got out and grabbed there items.
We silently opened the contraband room and suited up with are guns and outfits, happy I
made that stop. We soon made a mad dash to the roof, one of the guards heard us and
start looking around, and it was not long until he found the body. We started putting
the parts on to the plane, the Icarus as I called it. It resembled a homemade Wright
Brothers plane, all the way down to how it flew, I was not sure if it was air worthy but
there was no time left. The engine started and all four of us jumped on, it was not soft
but it worked. The wind pushed my plane into the air and like that we were soaring like
an eagle. The guards faces as we flew away were worthy of a hall of fame as they
could do nothing to stop us. We got far and it looked like we were in the clear, we were
above the trees as happy as could be, until Mother Nature turned into a bitch. A gust of
wind hit the plane, tearing the clothes right off, I had not thought of wind being a
problem. We went down in the middle of a forest; I had no idea where we are or
anything other than we are fucked. Then everything went downhill from there even
more. Deluca was pissed at me; he said that it was my entire fault and that we would all
die because of me, he Billy to turn on me. Deluca told Billy if he kills me they both will
make it farther then if I am alive, so Billy ran at me with his knife draw. Finn held him
back but Billy turned his knife on him instead, stabbing him in the chest. I grabbed a
rock and in a rage smashed him in the face. There was a loud crack and he fell dead but
Deluca was still there, and he had Fergusons pistol. He fired a shot and it hit me in the
shoulder but it did not stop me. I stabbed him with the glass knife in the chest; I pulled
it out and continued to stab for a minute. I yelled at him, "I knew you never liked me, so
you thought it was the best time to turn on me, why?" "You were unpredictable, I could
not have that while in charge, i paid the teller in advance in hopes he would kill you, I
wish you had died in that bank you scum sucking son of a bitch." He was barely alive so
I grabbed the handgun, put the barrel in his mouth, and said “Pop goes the Weasel
mother fucker.” I smiled as his brains went all over a nearby rock. I turned to Finn, who
was still alive, he told me “I bleeding out, I don’t want to go back to jail, I might not
even make it. You got to shoot me friend, it’s the only way you can help.” I took a
deep breath, promised that I would survive, and ended his sorrowful life. That was the
last bullet I had but I kept that snub nose revolver as a weapon, just in case. I made
one last look at him; he was resting ageist an oak tree, he looked like he was resting. I
gave a salute to my departed friend and walked away, not looking back once. I walked
through the trees for hours; I went to sleep under a weeping willow while the heavens
wept for both of us. The next day I was on the outskirts of Savannah, by this time this
was breaking news everywhere. Almost the whole country knew my face so I thought I
would not make it far. But I did not count on the apocalypse happening, I did not plan
for this but I made it farther then I thought I ever could. In the city I was checking into
a hotel, the Marsh House I believe, and that guy over that Mr. DeWitt, he found me and
told me that for my safety I should head to a garage, this garage. Well he was right, as
the whole city went to shit not long after; it’s good to be alive isn't it? That’s the end
of my story for now, any questions, because I am not going anywhere for some time and
you are going to have to put up with me for quite a bit.”
I stood there say and doing nothing for a little bit, I had no idea what to say but I knew
one thing. This man was in many ways similar to characters from various gangster
movies, pretty much life imitating fiction. Noah seemed happy he said “That was a great
story, can you teach me how to stab something to death?” Arlington stared at him for a
moment then saying blunting “No, not today not tomorrow never, that clear!” I looked
around and saw everyone was still there, I asked if anyone want to say anything else.
Arlington agreed and said “Yes that would be fun, hay Dimwit you got anything
interesting?” He said back “My name is DeWitt Arlington, Booker Dewitt, get that right
next time ok!” One of the Military soldiers, the American, Dempsey I believe, said in his
gruff voice “Don’t we get a chance to tell are story? It may be short but it’s good.”
DeWitt said back “Why not, you can go after me since I am the leader of this little
group.” “You know what, I tell my tale at a later day, I’m going to get another tire, be
back in a minute.”
“So as I said, you all know my name, but you know nothing about me. I am 38, and have
seen and done things that can never be redeemed. I had a family, I was the only child
but my life was good for some time. My mother was Native American, I did not mind but
people would always antagonize me because of that. I knew the Sioux language and
English; I was talented and did well in school. My parents died when I was 16, it does
not matter how they died, just the fact that my only family was gone like that when I
was still in school. This was the first incident that would ruin me, it did not end there. I
had no idea what to do what to do with my life, so when I was seventeen I lied about
my age and joined the military. I had always dreamed about the military, it’s were I
thought I would belong, it was not to be. I came in with no friends so the only thing a
cared about was training for battle. I was a natural at shooting guns and went through
boot camp without many problems. Before I go further into my story I have to say
something, I will not tell you which war I fought in, it’s personal and no one will ever
know, it does not even matter as war never changes, there all the same. You join
because it’s cool and before you know it your best friend is on the ground with a bullet in
his head. I was part of a recon group; I had to recon areas and then join the main
group. One of my squad mates was a soldier by the name of corporal Jonathan Banes;
he had no family left also and like that we soon the best of friends, the only friend I had
in the military. The missions started becoming more of the same, the life was easy and
though I could do this my whole life. A year after deployment we had to attack a small
town in the middle of the plains, it looked like it would be an easy day. The houses were
made of wood and were very rudimentary at best; there were about three hundred
people in the village. The first thing that went wrong was that most of the inhabitants
were civilians, and there houses were being hit first. I saw a group of civilians near a
house that was in the line of fire, so I went over there to get them to safety. They
were agreeing with us and it was going well until there was explosion and I fell to the
ground. Everything was static, I could hear nothing, I looked around for my friend but he
was no were to be found. I looked down on the ground and saw his dog tags and bits of
him all around. My commanding officer came by me and mocked me in the middle of the
battle for not saving some of these civilians; he then brought up the Native American
part of me. I was seeing red, the only friend I had was dead and command was being
asshole. I saw people in another house and shot at them without hesitation, they fell
and started running and firing at anything that looked human, there was a woman and
child hiding by a house, and all I did was shot and stab them like they were combatants.
I even burned a man alive, his screams for help still echo in my mind. I did not even
realize I had been shot by one of the few enemy soldiers there. After the fighting died
down I took out my knife and started scalping the people that I had killed. The solders
around me were disgusted and one even threw up, I did not care. The battle was
labeled a victory but I know it now as a massacre, out the 300 people that lived there,
none made it out alive that day. Only 20 were enemy soldiers. I was giving the Medal of
Honor of all things, what a tainted relic that thing must be by now. I left not long after
that the ‘battle’ and went back to New York; I had no idea where to go again. I joined a
mercenary group were I thought I was doing good things, I was sent to break up strike’s
for major companies, the pay was good but the work was terrible. I once fired my gun at
one of the workers at a rather large strike, he died and the rest of my group started
firing to, the massacre repeated itself. I was racked with guilt from these two massacres
so I turned to religion for help. I went to a river were a local church was baptizing
people, I joined in. I said yes to all things they asked, but at the last minute I thought
to myself how would a little dunk in the water cleanse the sins I had done. I ran off and
did not come but I could hear the priest yell that was to be dammed forever, he was not
wrong. I hated my job, I could not quit but I felt that is was losing my soul, or whatever
was left. I was stuck at the train station once; I had to break another strike but the
train was late, that day I met my future wife, a year from that day we were happily
married, I thought my life was changing. Not long after I quit my job and became a
privet investigator in New York and we moved into a better house. Something later I
found out I was about to have a baby girl, I named her Anna, I was on top of the world,
but my ugly past was about rear in’s head back into my life. The day Anna was born I
was late to the hospital do to work, I came there to find out my wife had died during
childbirth, the baby had lived but that moment just broke me. I started having memories
of those massacres I had done, I had repressed them the best I could but now nothing
could keep them down. I sank into a deep depression were the only thing that kept me
going was Anna, even with her I spent a lot of my time at bars, drinking and gambling my
life away on horse races. Less people wanted help for me, so I started making less
money so had to move out into a very small house with three rooms. A year later I did
not have the money to pay off my drinking and gambling debt, I was afraid someone like
Arlington would come by and beat all the money out of me. One day a man told me that
I could repay the debt by giving my only child up. I did not want to but it was my only
choice, I could do nothing as they walked away with my baby. I regretted my choice
almost instantly and ran after the man. He was in an alley way with another man, much
older with a long beard; there was a hole in the wall of a building that looked unstable. I
punched the man in the face but he did not let the baby go, he jumped through the hole
just as the building collapsed. The building fell on the baby’s pinky finger and cut it off,
that was all I had left of my daughter. The police found no bodies so she had to have
survived, but I knew it was the last time I would see her. The drinking and gambling
became worse, I had thoughts of suicide all the time, I had no right to be alive, I
branded myself a failure in, not deserving life. The lives of the people I had taken could
have been better than mine, the priest was right. My life was going down the toilet and
to make matters worse my debt had not even been repaid; I was still in the danger zone.
20 years passed with my life sinking deeper and deeper, I was about to give up and hang
myself when the same person I had handed Anna over to came to my door. I wanted kill
him so badly and was about to when he told me that my debt would be repaid and my life
would become better if I kidnapped a girl from a city. I don’t know why I agreed but I
did, not knowing what was in store for me. He and his sister rowed me to a small light
house off the coast of Maine. I brought the family revolver with me along with a box
with my name on it. It had ammunition, a picture of the girl when she was ten, and a
code for the light house. I walked through the light house to find the person I was told
would bring me to the city, he was dead with a knife in his chest. His eyes had been cut
out and were on floor bleeding profoundly, a note on the wall said stop him from entering
the fare city. I felt sick knowing yet another life had been taken because of me, I
reached the top of the light house and put the code in. The sky flickered red and the
door opened all I found was a chair with the roof missing, I sat down thinking about what
to do when the roof closed. A loud voice started yelling out ascension, I quickly realized
I had been tricked and that this lighthouse was not a lighthouse at all, more like a
shuttle. It went up yelling out 5000 feet, 1000 feet, 1500 feet, I was about to pass out
when it went through the clouds and I saw something I would never forget. A city in the
sky, floating above the clouds, I had no idea why this happened and still don’t but for a
moment, I knew my life had changed. I might sound insane but there was really a city in
the clouds. It landed in a park, I had landed in the middle of the city of Columbia, I
learned that it had been created back in 1893 during the world’s fair, it had left the
country ever since. The date was July 8, the day they had left the union; it was a
Holiday for them. The city’s style was more early 1900s; everything from buildings to
clothes and technology seemed to be from 1912. The city seemed almost perfect with
everyone I met being nice, something was wrong here. I have had a rule that I have
followed since my first day in the military, either you draw first when something is not
right, or you don’t get to draw at all and I was pretty sure I would need that skill soon.
The city was in its most basic form, hundreds of floating islands with buildings,
connected by lines of wire. I learned it was ruled by a religious dictator that went by
the name of Farther Zachary Hale Comstock; he had been the leader for 30 years. The
people talked about him like a god, and the religion was manly worshiping the founding
fathers of our country. At the entrance to the fairgrounds I got letter that told me not
to pick 77, I went by the raffle and picked a number and guess what, it was number 77.
I won this lottery and what do you think my prize was, money, fame, no it was ability to
toss baseballs at an interracial couple until they were dead, you can imagine the horror
having just learned what the secret was. I instead tried to toss the ball at the
announcer, but before I could the police grabbed me, yelling out I was someone called
the False Shepard, one of them came by with the Skyhook the same thing I am holding
now. I over powered the officer with my strength and pushed him into the hook, let’s
just say it did not end well. It started a long battle between me and Columbian police
department. I may not have had a good at living life, but I damn good at taking lives.
Long story short I found out the city is manly racist because there leader said it was the
American idea and that its gods will. I made it to Monument Island, the place where the
Lamb otherwise known as the girl I had to rescue was being held. I going to say this
sounds like a fairy tale but that’s really how they held her, strange. I broke into her
home, she was not what I would call happy at all, but I convinced her by pure luck that
this was the right thing to do. I learned that her name was Elizabeth and she was quite
an interesting person. She had a free willed almost childlike spirit but she was also
somewhat mischievous. She had a biting wit and sarcastic humor; she called me out on
my mistakes without hesitation. She possessed a massive amount of reserve and
determination as she was able to focus on her goals and move past stressful situations
without many problems. She is a fountain of information, ranging from lock picking to
geography to medical treatment. However she is reckless and does not think plans
through, she is also very naïve. She had a great distaste for killing, and won’t kill
anything wither it be a bug or not. We got off the island and ended up on a small beach,
how a beach works in a floating city is beyond me. At this point people were on the
lookout for me so we had to more careful, it was not ease. There was a dance on the
beach with Irish music, I could not keep her away from it and she danced there for a few
minutes, she tried to get me to dance but I, don’t, dance, ever! I had found out she had
a huge love of Paris, maybe because of all the culture and heritage but she could not
stop talking about Paris. So I lied and said that one of the many zeppelins was heading
to Paris, she lit up like a Christmas tree, she ran off toward the tickets booths. She
went to the ticket booth not far from the beach; there was no line so before you knew it
we were getting the tickets. The man giving ticket was saying strange things that were
very suspicious but I did nothing as I did not feel like killing anymore. He pulled a knife
that stabbed into my right hand; I shot him with my revolver before pulling the knife out,
everyone in the station pulled a weapon and started shooting. One of the grabbed
Elizabeth, she kicked him in the face before running off without me. The police in
disguise pose no problem but one of them dropped a lever action shotgun, I grabbed it
and still have it to this day, if it hurts it still works. I ran after Elizabeth and found her in
a gonadal trying to pull the lever down, she was not strong enough. She pushed me
back calling me a murderer and a bad man, I just told her “You think that those people
would just give you like that after keeping you for 20 years, you either draw first and
survive, or you don’t get to draw at all, I was slow this time but I won’t be next time.”
She realized that she was wrong and wanted to do something to help, she starred at my
hand which was bleeding all over my revolver, she grabbed a hand warp and wrapped it
around the wound, she told me “If you ever get hurt, I will try to find something to help,
from here on out we have to be a team.” We started to walk through a place called
Soldiers Fields, Disney land of the sky really. One of the places was an area known as
the Hall of Hero’s, a museum full of information that has been twisted to what Comstock
wanted it to be, not the place I would normally go to. I would have kept walking but my
former commanding officer, Capitan Cornelius Slate was in this area, and he had declared
open war ageist the city for some reason. At this point I found out about the ongoing
civil war, the Founders were the people who were running the city, and the Vox Populi,
Latin for voice of the people, were the lower class people fighting for equal rights or so I
thought. I confronted Slate in an exhibit dedicated to the massacre I had committed 20
years prior, only this time the information was all wrong. To them, it was a real battle
and Comstock was a great hero that saved many lives, you already know the truth. I
started having the memories resurface again; the only thing keeping them down was the
job at hand, Elizabeth knew something was wrong. She looked at me with her blue eyes
and told me “From the look in your eyes I know you were there, the horrors you saw, I
am sorry for you.” I replied “I don’t need forgiveness; it was an event that I wish had
never happened, I try every day to forget my actions that day, you try living with that
much guilt.” She did not seem happy about what I said but she carried on regardless.
We walked by an exhibit dedicated to Comstock’s now dead wife, when it mentioned
them having a child. I put to and to together and figured that Elizabeth was the
daughter of the great and holy leader of this city, this was why they were trying so hard
to kill me. I found Slate in the center of the exhibit, he told me that Comstock had
stolen his military career and tarnished it; he always took his job to seriously. He told me
that I was still the same person I was 20 years, he thought that the man he called the
White Ingen was still in side of me, I wanted to prove him wrong. He had come here to
die, he wanted me to kill him and his soldiers before Comstock’s men kill him, he was
clearly not all there. A large fight started with his men attacking me and Elizabeth, they
all died except for Slate. He was wounded but he did not care, he handed me a his
handgun and told me to shoot him, I wanted to prove to him the old Booker DeWitt was
longer alive, so I just walked away and left him alive. I and Elizabeth walked out of
Soldiers Field and onto the First Lady airship, I put in the location to New York and sat
back, I just did not count on Elizabeth knowing what longitude and latitude lines were,
she knew I was lying and that we were not going to Paris. I felt strangely guilty for this,
but when I tried to help she pulled a wrench and hit me in the head. When I woke up
the airship had been taken over by the Vox, they told me that if a gunsmith in the
factory district would help them, I would get the air ship back. I was at the docks in the
factory district and Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. I found her a little farther up
the docks, she was still very mad at me for lying to her. She did not seem to care what
happened to me, the only reason she was still with me was I was the only person that
could get her out of this godforsaken city. We made our way to the gun maker but
before I could talk to him, a dockworker pushed me off the dock, and who of all people
saves me, Elizabeth. I apologies for lying to her, normally a person would have rejected
it, but she for some reason she did not and pulled me up. We made to the gunsmith and
asked if he could make the guns, he agreed as he wanted to do this for some time, I
asked Elizabeth “Do you think this is the right thing to do?” “What could go wrong, they
are doing these for equal rights and Liberty’s, they remind me of several characters from
the book Les Miserable.” As we walked out I felt very tired, the day had been very long
and taxing, so we slept in a small shack in Shanty town not far away. The next day I
awoke to gunfire everywhere, I thought the police were after me again, in turned out
that the first batch of guns was made that quickly. It was open war; people were being
shot so we ran back to the factory district. We came in just in time to see the owner
get shot in the face; we walked by the gunsmith to see what he was doing only to find
his body on the ground. Elizabeth looked very guilty telling me with tears in her eye
“This is all my fault, if I had done nothing he would still be alive, why did I compare these
people to the great literary saviors.” I hugged her trying to comfort her; I could not
believe I was becoming friends with someone I would soon get rid of. The leader of the
Vox was a young woman named Daisy Fitzroy, a smart person but also a brutal person.
She justified her actions by saying that the Founders are like weeds, and the only way to
kill them is pull them up by the root. I saw her in a small building holding a small child
with a pistol in the other hand, Elizabeth freaked out. She told me to push her up into
the ventilation shaft; she came out and stabbed Fitzroy in the back, killing her. The look
on her face was indescribable, she knew she had screwed up big but did not know what
to say, I told her the airship was right over there, which made her feel very slightly
better. We got onto the airship and set the course for Paris, Elizabeth ran into the back
room and did not come out for five minutes. When she did I noticed she had cut her
hair, tosses her old cloths for cloths that matched her mothers. Everything was going
well when the airship started nose diving into the ground, it had been sabotaged or
something and it crashed in the middle of Emporia, the market district. The house of
Comstock was nearby, and we
I had no idea what to say after hearing this story, Chill was out like a light, he seems
tired after a long day. Noah fell asleep half way through the tale; he never pays
attention to anything if it depended on his life. Melina was talking with Elizabeth for
some time and I did not pay any attention at all to what they were talking about. The
bedding was somewhat rough, what do you expect when you are sleeping in a car
garage. I did not sleep all that well, I woke up two times from some terrible dream I
cannot remember anymore. I woke up around 8:00 to see everyone eating bread right
where they had been yesterday. I sat next to Chill and started eating the bread that
was right in front of me, it was sourdough, I hate sourdough but I ate it because I was
starving. Booker told everyone “We are going out to scavenging for supply’s and a
better place to live in, this garage is both small and unprotected, Arlington you coming
with me, Dempsey, Masaki, Belinski, you are in team two. Elizabeth you are going to
stay with are guests, keep your eye on the small one, he could be trouble.” You could
see it her eyes that Elizabeth wanted to come with him, but she said nothing and started
talking with Noah. Booker handed Dempsey a small radio as they walked out, he turned
around and said he would be back in a few hours, and like that he was gone.
Booker started walking out with Arlington, he held his prized revolver with his right hand
and pointed out that the battle for the city was still going on. Arlington asked “Is there
anything we can do, or is this city just fucked?” “The military will won’t hold for much
longer, with the amount of soldiers and supply’s they have, two days is the best case
scenario.” “How do you know these things exactly?” “I don’t, Elizabeth took a good
guess after seeing what they are capable of.” They walked down the main road with
nothing in sight, only the wind kept them company along with the sounds of gun shots in
the distance. “Where did you learn how to scavenge Booker? I don’t suppose the
military taught how to survive in a city full of undead.” “They did not, when you are in a
floating city that is hell bent on seeing you die and you only have two guns you have to
learn how to scavenge or you die, and as you can see right now I am still here.” “Sorry I
asked, what should be looking for as there are a lot of places to go.” “We are going to
try to find a supermarket and hope it still has food, I am going to clime that radio tower
and find see if there is any else in the area.” He started to clime the tower, he had no
fear of heights after what he went through, but the tower was old and withering in the
wind when he started to go up. After two minutes he reached the top of the tower, he
could see quite far into the city. He pulled out his binoculars and started scouting out
what was were, he was a Kroger’s up a block, but what got his attention was a house
about two miles from the garage. It had a stone wall around it, a large front and back
lawn and he saw no movement anywhere. He climbed down the tower slow as a snail,
but seems to be happy, something Arlington had never seen in the short time in the
group. “DeWitt, you look happier than a man who won the lottery, what did you see up
there.” “I saw are food source and it’s very close, but better yet I saw are next base of
operations not far away.” “Well that’s just great; maybe we might survive this after all.
“I would not go that far yet but it’s a step in the right direction.” “You know what I
could go for right now, a New York porter house steak that is medium rare with
seasonings. I have not had one since prison, and after eating that shit and flying the
coop I deserve something good. You know there was this stack restaurant only two
blocks from my house in Brooklyn, I believe it had a really simple name, Tommy’s I
believe. Anyway the spices they would put on the steak was amazing.” “Arlington, shut
up before the dead get their own New York porter house.” They made it to the
supermarket a little bit later, the radio crackled to life with the sound of Dempsey’s
voice, “ Hay guys, we just found a gun store that has not been touched, we going in
out.” The market was empty with the lights still on, the sound of undead groans was
nearby but not in the store, they went ahead and started looting the place. Arlington
went to the pharmacy and grabs as many pills as he could, pain pills, sleeping pills
everything he could grab. Booker went into the canned food area, he came out with five
cans of soup, five cans of fish, and some meat, he then grabbed two bags of potato
chips, and he knew that the new members would love that. Arlington starting grabbing
some food to, he did not have a lot of space in his pack but there was some space. He
grabbed some fruit of all things, saying “I always loved fruit when I was in New York, all
the apples are on me Booker.” As they started to leave Arlington went back to the
pharmacy to cheek if he missed something, he found another door he missed the first
time, it was locked. Booker looked at the door with wide eyes and said, “Arlington, don’t
open that door, the alarm system is still on.” “Don’t worry, I can pick a lock pretty well.”
Booker stood there for about three minute as Arlington picked the lock on the door, when
he did open it the alarm went off just like Booker said it would. Booker yelled to him,
“What the hell was that, I told you the alarms were still on and yet you still tried to open
the door!” “It was a risk I had to take; you never know what could be beyond that
door.” “I don’t care what is over there, get your ass out or we are going to die.” The
sound of glass being shattered was all around them. Booker turned around to see a mob
of zombies had made it into the market; he grabs his shotgun and told Arlington, “I can
only hold for so long, if you are not done in two minutes I am leaving with or without
you. His shotgun tore open both the head and stomach of the zombie, he pulled the
lever back just as one lunged at him, he smashed it’s head open with the barrel of the
gun. Arlington was freaking out as he knew that Booker meant his words, he looked
down to find a small metal box and bolted out of the room. Booker had switched to his
revolver and had just put the barrel in a zombie’s mouth when he saw Arlington. He ran
with him out the back door and out onto the street, when they got to an alleyway he
turned around and hit Arlington in the mouth. “Do you know how stupid that was; I did
not know any collages accepts people like you.” “Get of my ass, I did just find you a box
of supplies that might save lives, you know you need to lighten up some days.” Booker
saw the size of the box and told Arlington “I don’t give a damn never do something like
that again, or it’s not just the zombies you have to worry about.” “I understand, now
let’s go check out your base so we can go home and burn yet another tire.”
They reached the house without much time wasted; it had a tree just inside of the
confines of the house, looking over the gate with a great view of the area. In the tree
was a small tree house, a good makeshift guard tower. Arlington was just staring at the
tree house before uttering “I had a neighbor who had a tree house when I was kid, I
always wanted to live in that house so you got a thumps up from me already.” The wall
was in good shape, in could be climbed over but with some wire it would be safe. The
yard was very large, perfect for setting up some facilities. They continued to walk
around the place, there were no zombies to be found, everything seemed pretty good.
They walked into the house, it all looked about right but the owner was nowhere. They
walked into the dining room and saw a steak still on the table, Arlington ran over and
grabbed the steak as Booker grabs his revolver and started walking up a flight of stairs to
a bedroom with the door open. Booker walked in to find old man on the bed, barely alive
with a small bite on his hand. Booker knew what had happened, he had been bit by a
zombie and would be dead soon. Arlington walked in with the steak still in his hand
saying with meat in his mouth “You find anything good in here, this steak is so damn
good you want som- what the hell happened here?” “He has been bit, he is alive but
only just, I do not think he is even awake.” The moment Booker said that the old man
quietly uttered the word Crawford before dying. Arlington then started searching his
body, Booker angrily told him “What the hell, you almost got us killed before why risk your
life?” “It takes a few minutes to come back, I will be fine, besides money is never not
useful.” He continued to search the body until he found the old man’s wallet, it then
sprang to life and grabbed him. Before it could bite Arlington Booker shot in in the head
with his revolver, he coldly told Arlington “You owe me now.” They walked out with
Arlington still in a bit of shock and Booker in a slightly mad tone, “I am not even going to
question your stupidity so forget it. Do you have any idea what Crawford means
because I have a no idea.” “ How the fuck is I supposed to know, I have been in this
blasted city for one day why would I know the area or its leaders or anything.” “Let’s
just head back to the garage and tell everyone to move to that house.” “For once I
agree with that plan besides. It has a garden and there is still a bit of that steak.”
Chill looked barely awake, he looked over at his new baby sitter and then looked at the
floor. I was sitting there still eating the bread that I despised; I asked Elizabeth “How
long will Booker be gone?” She responded quickly “Knowing Booker, he won’t be gone
more than two hours.” She got up and walked toward an old radio that had been lying
there for some time. “Clearly you four are tired and have nothing to do; I am going to fix
that now.” She grabbed a wrench that was under a car, and started opening up the
radio, we had no idea what she was doing. Five minutes went by and just as we were
turning away we heard the sound of music and voices. She got it working, god knows
how but it was playing. I ran up and asked “How did you do that?” “With 20 years of
nothing but a bedroom and few rooms what do you think, I studied as many subjects as I
could. History, Science, geography, medicine, fixing stuff you name it I could do it, that
radio was not even a challenge.” Chill looked up and asked “Then I guess you have
played chess before right, I saw a box over there so I was thinking…” “Chill, you have
not played chess before in your life; the closest you ever came was watching chess.”
“How hard can it be, it’s just like Checkers with different pieces right?” Elizabeth agreed
and grabbed the box and started playing chess. It seemed surreal, playing chess with a
radio playing modern music; if I did not notice the rubble and destruction around me then
I would not guess the apocalypse was even happening. Chill lost in about five turns,
give or take, maybe less, you should have seen Chill’s face after he lost that fast. We all
were laughing at Chill for about a minute, he got up and said “Can you shoot something
straight and kill, since I know I you did not practice on that.” Elizabeth had never fired a
gun her whole life, she had only killed one living person and she was horrified at just the
thought of doing it again. She told Chill “Have you honestly ever killed a person?
Because I have and it’s not like in your games where there is a little bit of blood and they
are unredeemable. I grabbed those scissors and stabbed Daisy right through the throat,
I knew the human body well, but in the haste I thought it would not kill her. I saved a
life at the cost of another, she may have wanted us dead and she was a monster who
wanted to see Columbia burn, but I feel pity for her. I cut an artery and blood gushed all
over me, I watched her bleed to death quickly but I know it was FAR from painless. I
never like murder or war or anything like that, so no I have never shot a gun in my life.”
“ I am sorry for bringing it up I just like to dominate things, games to conversations, I
met no disrespect.” Noah came over and said “He never admits his mistakes; he is really
a soft heart when you know the guy.” “ At a point I got over the idea that you must
hate people that kill many, Booker killed his way through Columbia but I understood why,
I guess I just do not like the sight of blood. It’s just a fear we got to get over some time
or another. I guess I should stay positive right now, it always was would I would tell
myself in the tower some days. I know a few songs and there is a guitar around here
somewhere if you want. “Nah I think we are fine for now, maybe later when Booker
comes back.” Do you ever wonder what this place was like before all of this, as it
intrigues me that at one time there was a minor band, a professional chess player
someone from a tire store all within sight of each other.” I nodded and started walking
to the radio; do you think there could be any news on this radio Elizabeth? “There could
be something, the military does Morse code during situations but I can understand it. I
use to play a game so I could memories how Morse code works it, I would sing it with the
words being small dot large dot and stuff like that, that was back when I was 15 so
that’s not going to happen today.” She got on the radio and started turning onto
different frequencies, she found the frequency and started to write down the letters
and before too long she had the massage. She said it a slightly depressed voice, “The
military is pulling out and evacuating people on the Talmadge Memorial bridge with
helicopters. It’s too late for us to get out but we do know were the army is.” “So we
are not going to leaving anytime soon, shit, I know this happens all the time in zombie
related stuff but I never thought it would happen in real life.” Chill walked over to the
radio and turned the nob to a heavy metal station, and started talking to Noah about
games. I did not care so I walked over to the door; it was still shut with no sounds of
walking anywhere to be heard. A minute went by and I heard footsteps coming, so I
opened the metal door and when it lifted I found a gun pointed at my face.
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.
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.
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 to his 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.”
Training Day
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.
GODDAMIT BEN!
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