"Hey," Fernando said as he grabbed my shoulder. "Do you know how to play guitar?" he asked.
"Heh, nope." I replied. Fernando slowly stoppe… mored walking and turned to Derrick.
"How bout' you, Derrick?" he asked. Derrick didn't answer.
"Hey, man are you ok?" I asked. Derrick slowly rose his head.
"Oh, sorry.... you guys were talking to me?" Derrick said. Fernando quickly chuckled.
"Well, apparently nobody knows. Por favor! There has to be someone who knows!" Fernando said.
Derrick really gives me the creeps sometimes. He is kinda of his own little fantasy land he doesn't know his surroundings. We passed by Athens. Of course the city was filled with Biters, but anyways. There was a small group trying to survive. They gave us some food and of course, my little brother's guitar. Probably it would of been better if we left Derrick there.
"Look, Derrick." I said patting his back. "We're going to get out of this forest and rest for a … [view original content]
"Hey," Fernando said as he grabbed my shoulder. "Do you know how to play guitar?" he asked.
"Heh, nope." I replied. Fernando slowly stoppe… mored walking and turned to Derrick.
"How bout' you, Derrick?" he asked. Derrick didn't answer.
"Hey, man are you ok?" I asked. Derrick slowly rose his head.
"Oh, sorry.... you guys were talking to me?" Derrick said. Fernando quickly chuckled.
"Well, apparently nobody knows. Por favor! There has to be someone who knows!" Fernando said.
Derrick really gives me the creeps sometimes. He is kinda of his own little fantasy land he doesn't know his surroundings. We passed by Athens. Of course the city was filled with Biters, but anyways. There was a small group trying to survive. They gave us some food and of course, my little brother's guitar. Probably it would of been better if we left Derrick there.
"Look, Derrick." I said patting his back. "We're going to get out of this forest and rest for a … [view original content]
Fernando slightly turned his head , probably asking for permission to shoot Mike. I just snatched the pistol from him and shook my head.
"Ya'll lookin' for ride?” Mike asked us.
“You have a vehicle?” Derrick asked with a surprised expression.
“Better, a freakin’ train.” Mike said with a big smile.
“Where are you heading?” I asked the guy.
“Train’s heading towards a small town called Macon.” Mike answered.
“Are we seriously going to trust this guy?” Fernando turned around. “This pendejo almost shot my head!”
“Show us the train.” I said ignoring Fernando. I heard Fernando mumble something, but I didn’t give two shits, he shouldn’t have just ran like if he was the hero in the group.
We followed the man. I was actually impressed. The train in the front was black with number 4070 on the left and on the right. Behind it there were other red boxcars.
“Where are we going to sit?” Derrick asked Mike.
“In the floor, this ain’t a passenger train.” Mike replied. Derrick looked down in disappointed.
Mike went up the ladder on the side of the train. We followed him and entered a room which I guess was the control room.
“This seems complicated.” I said.
“How do you even turn this thing on?” Fernando asked.
“Got everything on this notepad.” Mike said while holding the yellow notepad. “Make yourself at home, make sure you close the door.
We all walked to the red boxcar. The train started moving we all kind of lost our balance.
“Well, I’m going to sleep.” I said yawning.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll do that too. My legs are killing me.” Derrick said dropping his orange backpack down. “Here’s your guitar, Fernando.”
“Seriously? You guys are going to sleep? I’m going to try this guitar out.” Fernando said.
“Sure, whatever.” I said. “Just go to the other cart and come out until you learn how to use it.”
“Alright.” Fernando said opening the door.
"I'm driving this man once, h-he was the worst one. He wouldn't stop going on about how he didn't do it. He was an older fella. Big, soft ey… morees behind a pair of smart folk glasses, and he's just wailing back there, says it wasn't him. Crying and snotting all over, right where you're sitting. Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat, li-like a fussy baby on an airplane. And I tell him he's gotta stop that, that's goverment property, and I'll be forced to zap him otherwise. So he stops, and having exhaused all his options, he starts crying out for his mama... 'mama, it's all a big mistake, it wasn't me!' "
Fernando slightly turned his head , probably asking for permission to shoot Mike. I just snatched the pistol from him and shook my head.
"… moreYa'll lookin' for ride?” Mike asked us.
“You have a vehicle?” Derrick asked with a surprised expression.
“Better, a freakin’ train.” Mike said with a big smile.
“Where are you heading?” I asked the guy.
“Train’s heading towards a small town called Macon.” Mike answered.
“Are we seriously going to trust this guy?” Fernando turned around. “This pendejo almost shot my head!”
“Show us the train.” I said ignoring Fernando. I heard Fernando mumble something, but I didn’t give two shits, he shouldn’t have just ran like if he was the hero in the group.
We followed the man. I was actually impressed. The train in the front was black with number 4070 on the left and on the right. Behind it there were other red boxcars.
“Where are we going to sit?” Derrick asked Mike.
“In the floor, this ain’t a … [view original content]
I finally closed my eyes, I haven’t gotten a wink in days. I was daydreaming about my parents. I was an accident, I wasn’t suppose to be born. My own mom wanted an abortion as she told me when I grew up. My parents were so harsh on me when I was a teenager, but with Sofia and Fernando they were like normal American parents. Bah, I guess since I was the oldest I had to grow up fast.
I heard a slight screech. I opened an eye and it was Fernando tiptoeing towards me and started shaking.
“Wake up hermano.” He whispered
“What is it?”
“There’s an old guy back there. I don’t know if he’s alive.”
“What do you mean you don’t know he’s alive?”
“He’s all dirty as if he’s been there a while.”
“Alright.” I said. “Give me a hand.”
Fernando grabbed my hand and I stood up. I peeked in the room. Fernando was right, there was a old man, he seemed that he was on his mid fifties. He had a red shirt and a light brown jacket. He also had brown gloves, and he was wearing khakis.
“What should we do with him?” Fernando whispered.
“I guess we should throw him out, he’ll rotten here.” I said.
“Why would he be here anyways? Why didn’t Mike throw him out?” Fernando asked.
“Can you men keep itdown? I’m trying to sleep down here.”
Fernando and I quickly looked at the man.
“You’re alive?” Fernando asked.
“Does it look like I’m dead?” The old man said.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Chuck, but if ya’ll fancy you can call me Charles.” Chuck said standing up. “Is it only you too?”
“No, there’s this other dude with us.” Fernando answered.
Chuck walked away from us and opened the door of the boxcar we were in. He then put his hand behind his back and started walking around us.
“You play guitar, boy?” Chuck asked Fernando. “I love playin’ guitar.”
“Heh, I’ve been asking’ everyone I seen if they could teach me. Can you?” Fernando asked.
“Eh, I’m a lil’ rusty, it’s been fourteen years that I have played guitar.” Chuck said.
I finally closed my eyes, I haven’t gotten a wink in days. I was daydreaming about my parents. I was an accident, I wasn’t suppose to be bor… moren. My own mom wanted an abortion as she told me when I grew up. My parents were so harsh on me when I was a teenager, but with Sofia and Fernando they were like normal American parents. Bah, I guess since I was the oldest I had to grow up fast.
I heard a slight screech. I opened an eye and it was Fernando tiptoeing towards me and started shaking.
“Wake up hermano.” He whispered
“What is it?”
“There’s an old guy back there. I don’t know if he’s alive.”
“What do you mean you don’t know he’s alive?”
“He’s all dirty as if he’s been there a while.”
“Alright.” I said. “Give me a hand.”
Fernando grabbed my hand and I stood up. I peeked in the room. Fernando was right, there was a old man, he seemed that he was on his mid fifties. He had a red shirt and a light brown jacket. He also had brown g… [view original content]
"They caught the fucker red handed. Stabbing his wife cutting her up as the boy's came through the door. He sits in my car yelling bloody murder that it wasn't him. I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show. People will up and go mad when their life is over. I got another good one for ya this one is a bit more hilarious--"
"I'm driving this man once, h-he was the worst one. He wouldn't stop going on about how he didn't do it. He was an older fella. Big, soft ey… morees behind a pair of smart folk glasses, and he's just wailing back there, says it wasn't him. Crying and snotting all over, right where you're sitting. Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat, li-like a fussy baby on an airplane. And I tell him he's gotta stop that, that's goverment property, and I'll be forced to zap him otherwise. So he stops, and having exhaused all his options, he starts crying out for his mama... 'mama, it's all a big mistake, it wasn't me!' "
"So did he do it?"
"They caught the fucker red handed. Stabbing his wife cutting her up as the boy's came through the door. He sits in … moremy car yelling bloody murder that it wasn't him. I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show. People will up and go mad when their life is over. I got another good one for ya this one is a bit more hilarious--"
I finally closed my eyes, I haven’t gotten a wink in days. I was daydreaming about my parents. I was an accident, I wasn’t suppose to be bor… moren. My own mom wanted an abortion as she told me when I grew up. My parents were so harsh on me when I was a teenager, but with Sofia and Fernando they were like normal American parents. Bah, I guess since I was the oldest I had to grow up fast.
I heard a slight screech. I opened an eye and it was Fernando tiptoeing towards me and started shaking.
“Wake up hermano.” He whispered
“What is it?”
“There’s an old guy back there. I don’t know if he’s alive.”
“What do you mean you don’t know he’s alive?”
“He’s all dirty as if he’s been there a while.”
“Alright.” I said. “Give me a hand.”
Fernando grabbed my hand and I stood up. I peeked in the room. Fernando was right, there was a old man, he seemed that he was on his mid fifties. He had a red shirt and a light brown jacket. He also had brown g… [view original content]
"So did he do it?"
"They caught the fucker red handed. Stabbing his wife cutting her up as the boy's came through the door. He sits in … moremy car yelling bloody murder that it wasn't him. I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show. People will up and go mad when their life is over. I got another good one for ya this one is a bit more hilarious--"
"So did he do it?"
"They caught the fucker red handed. Stabbing his wife cutting her up as the boy's came through the door. He sits in … moremy car yelling bloody murder that it wasn't him. I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show. People will up and go mad when their life is over. I got another good one for ya this one is a bit more hilarious--"
“Woah, why not?” Fernando asked.
“I became homeless after me and my wife had some problems leading up into a divorce. Couldn’t pay the child support, so she sued me and I became homeless for fourteen years.”
This man has been struggling more than I struggled. Chuck looked in the corner that Derrick was sleeping in. He slowly walked up to him and kneeled down.
“Hey son, wake up.” Chuck said.
Derrick opened his eyes.
“Woah, who are you?” He asked.
“What exactly are you doing, Chuck?” I asked him.
“I want to know your stories, y’know.” He said. “Come on, son. Spit it out.”
“Well, you better take a seat, cause it’s going to be a long story.” I said to Chuck.
We all sat down on the wooden floor. I started telling Chuck how Fernando and I were from Chicago. I told him in the first days we’ve hid in a mall in a suburb. We’ve had a small group, but I decided that we couldn’t stay here and that we had to look for our sister. I also told him how when we met Derrick.
“Woah, why not?” Fernando asked.
“I became homeless after me and my wife had some problems leading up into a divorce. Couldn’t pay the chi… moreld support, so she sued me and I became homeless for fourteen years.”
This man has been struggling more than I struggled. Chuck looked in the corner that Derrick was sleeping in. He slowly walked up to him and kneeled down.
“Hey son, wake up.” Chuck said.
Derrick opened his eyes.
“Woah, who are you?” He asked.
“What exactly are you doing, Chuck?” I asked him.
“I want to know your stories, y’know.” He said. “Come on, son. Spit it out.”
“Well, you better take a seat, cause it’s going to be a long story.” I said to Chuck.
We all sat down on the wooden floor. I started telling Chuck how Fernando and I were from Chicago. I told him in the first days we’ve hid in a mall in a suburb. We’ve had a small group, but I decided that we couldn’t stay here and that we had to look for our sister. I also told him how when we met Derrick.
I'm confused as well. This doesn't work out really well, but whatever. I started from the beginning, and we copy the dialogue. Reply to the next person. No cheating allowed, you have to remember it from the game or else don't post. You don't have to participate this thread has gone pretty nuts...
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"Ya'll lookin' for ride?” Mike asked us.
“You have a vehicle?” Derrick asked with a surprised expression.
“Better, a freakin’ train.” Mike said with a big smile.
“Where are you heading?” I asked the guy.
“Train’s heading towards a small town called Macon.” Mike answered.
“Are we seriously going to trust this guy?” Fernando turned around. “This pendejo almost shot my head!”
“Show us the train.” I said ignoring Fernando. I heard Fernando mumble something, but I didn’t give two shits, he shouldn’t have just ran like if he was the hero in the group.
We followed the man. I was actually impressed. The train in the front was black with number 4070 on the left and on the right. Behind it there were other red boxcars.
“Where are we going to sit?” Derrick asked Mike.
“In the floor, this ain’t a passenger train.” Mike replied. Derrick looked down in disappointed.
Mike went up the ladder on the side of the train. We followed him and entered a room which I guess was the control room.
“This seems complicated.” I said.
“How do you even turn this thing on?” Fernando asked.
“Got everything on this notepad.” Mike said while holding the yellow notepad. “Make yourself at home, make sure you close the door.
We all walked to the red boxcar. The train started moving we all kind of lost our balance.
“Well, I’m going to sleep.” I said yawning.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll do that too. My legs are killing me.” Derrick said dropping his orange backpack down. “Here’s your guitar, Fernando.”
“Seriously? You guys are going to sleep? I’m going to try this guitar out.” Fernando said.
“Sure, whatever.” I said. “Just go to the other cart and come out until you learn how to use it.”
“Alright.” Fernando said opening the door.
I heard a slight screech. I opened an eye and it was Fernando tiptoeing towards me and started shaking.
“Wake up hermano.” He whispered
“What is it?”
“There’s an old guy back there. I don’t know if he’s alive.”
“What do you mean you don’t know he’s alive?”
“He’s all dirty as if he’s been there a while.”
“Alright.” I said. “Give me a hand.”
Fernando grabbed my hand and I stood up. I peeked in the room. Fernando was right, there was a old man, he seemed that he was on his mid fifties. He had a red shirt and a light brown jacket. He also had brown gloves, and he was wearing khakis.
“What should we do with him?” Fernando whispered.
“I guess we should throw him out, he’ll rotten here.” I said.
“Why would he be here anyways? Why didn’t Mike throw him out?” Fernando asked.
“Can you men keep itdown? I’m trying to sleep down here.”
Fernando and I quickly looked at the man.
“You’re alive?” Fernando asked.
“Does it look like I’m dead?” The old man said.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Chuck, but if ya’ll fancy you can call me Charles.” Chuck said standing up. “Is it only you too?”
“No, there’s this other dude with us.” Fernando answered.
Chuck walked away from us and opened the door of the boxcar we were in. He then put his hand behind his back and started walking around us.
“You play guitar, boy?” Chuck asked Fernando. “I love playin’ guitar.”
“Heh, I’ve been asking’ everyone I seen if they could teach me. Can you?” Fernando asked.
“Eh, I’m a lil’ rusty, it’s been fourteen years that I have played guitar.” Chuck said.
"They caught the fucker red handed. Stabbing his wife cutting her up as the boy's came through the door. He sits in my car yelling bloody murder that it wasn't him. I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show. People will up and go mad when their life is over. I got another good one for ya this one is a bit more hilarious--"
*the car crashes Lee awakes in the car*
"AGH. Fuck... Thirsty."
"Officer? God damn."
*climbs back and looks at shotgun shell*
"Officer?"
"AAHHH"
"Ah-uh Holy shit!!"
“I became homeless after me and my wife had some problems leading up into a divorce. Couldn’t pay the child support, so she sued me and I became homeless for fourteen years.”
This man has been struggling more than I struggled. Chuck looked in the corner that Derrick was sleeping in. He slowly walked up to him and kneeled down.
“Hey son, wake up.” Chuck said.
Derrick opened his eyes.
“Woah, who are you?” He asked.
“What exactly are you doing, Chuck?” I asked him.
“I want to know your stories, y’know.” He said. “Come on, son. Spit it out.”
“Well, you better take a seat, cause it’s going to be a long story.” I said to Chuck.
We all sat down on the wooden floor. I started telling Chuck how Fernando and I were from Chicago. I told him in the first days we’ve hid in a mall in a suburb. We’ve had a small group, but I decided that we couldn’t stay here and that we had to look for our sister. I also told him how when we met Derrick.
"Happens to me too."
Damn this sucks cause I can't see most of the comments for some reason.
"Don't make me shoot you!"
"HELP GO GET SOMEONE! There's been a shooting!"
*figure runs off*
"HELLO? ANYBODY?"
I'm confused.
"I'd fill one of those tea cups with some bourbon if I could."