[b][url=http://cdn.history.com/sites/2/2013/11/10_Things_You_Dont_Know_About_Henry_Rollins_Bio-E.jpeg]Richard Treis[/url] - Baton Rogue 3rd Community[/b] - ([u][b]Note:[/b][/u] This can be very uncomfortable for some readers) A small pickup truck meant for two passengers stopped before reaching the guns of five or six men, obviously protecting whatever was down the road. "Identification" one of the men asked after approaching the vehicle. "Were back Tom" the driver said as he pulled up his left sleeve and revealed the tattoo of a swastika. The passenger did the same thing, but showing the tattoo to have been printed on his wrist. The guard signaled the others to let the vehicle pass. Three more miles down the road, the truck reached its destination after passing another guarded stop. It drove into the small community and stopped where all the others vehicles were parked. "Boss man's gonna be happy to hear from us ain't he Gunner" the driver said with a smile, jumping out of the truck after turning off the ignition. He started down the street, saluting at other members who seemed to be in the same faction as he was. There weren't walls around this small little section of a town, but there were cars lined up in many numbers surrounding the place. Men stood guard in all areas, filled with numerous weapons of all different calibers. It was obviously very protected. As the two continued down the street, they would stare and laugh at the bodies that hung off the branches of large trees. Those bodies had now been transformed into walkers and would shake and moan throughout the entire day. "Those damn niggers deserved it" Gunner said to his companion as they looked with disgust at the walkers. Nearly all of the hanging bodies were either of African descent or another race except for Caucasian. The men living in this community were white supremacist, all turned into radical racists at the will of Richard Treis, an ex Neo Nazi leader. After a good walk, the two men reached the head honchos office, once again having to go through security before entering. The entire place was similar to Haywood, but without walls or racial equality. There weren't much rules either. The men could basically do whatever they wanted as long as it was not declared dangerous to any inhabitant. Richard Treis believed in complete freedom. Freedom from religion, from the institution of government, freedom from the oppression of other racial groups. Treis had the crazy idea to create a new world where the white race was all there was. He called it the 'New America'. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "We found a group staying near the outskirts. We compromised their vehicles so they're immobilized now. They ain't going nowhere" Steve said as Gunner stood there in silence. "How many people?" Richard asked as he looked at the map of the city. "Were not sure, but we'll send a group to get them here" Steve added, smiling at what he deemed to be a successful mission. "Do what you must, hang all who are not of our race. If there is women, give one to the next people on the list. Those that remain will either join us, or will be taken to Trembly's community for possible trade" Richard instructed as he signaled Gunner to come in closer. "Is this the area?" he said, pointing at a small subdivision on the map. "Yes sir" Gunner answered. "Okay. We have two niggers locked up in 7806. Hang them both, but torture them for the death of Neil. He was a good man." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You Niggers gone fucked up ain'tcha?!" Gunner said, issuing a kick into the black man's stomach. The man coughed irregularly, trying to breath as he tried to squirm off his chains. Steve laughed at the tears of the black man, clapping as Gunner continued to torture him with more punches and kicks. The other black man stood quiet as his friend was being beaten to death. Steve turned to that quiet Negro and unzipped his pants, pulling out his junk. "Let's wash you up shall we Nigger boy" he said, starting to urinate all over the man's dark skin. "Ain'tcha thirsty?! Drink up!!" he said with malice. "You done Gunner?" "Yeah, let's get them outside" Gunner responded, unchaining the two men and dragging them out of the house. Many more faction members started to help Steve and Gunner set up their little pulley system as they tied ropes around the two black men's necks. Richard himself stood outside his office with arms crossed as he watched the event go down. There was at least fifty men surrounding these two black people, cheering and ranting as they awaited the spectacle. To them, this was their new form of television, of comedy or entertainment. "Hang them! Hang those niggers!" many of the members would yell out. Others would throw shit at them, be it mud, balls of paper, or whatever they could get their hands on at the moment. It all got quiet as Gunner was handed a baseball bat, and Steve a crowbar. And just as they were handed those tools, the two simultaneously struck the black men in the legs, breaking the bones they stood on. The men shrieked in pain as they fell down to have the rope around their necks catch them before they hit the ground. Gunner picked one of the men by the chin. "You niggers were never meant to walk on these lands. This is NEW AMERICA!!!" he yelled out as the crowd cheered. "Hang them boys" Steve yelled out as the rope was pulled down to effectively bring the black man off the ground as they started to shudder for air, reaching at their necks in attempt to remove the rope. Soon enough they came to a complete motionless stop and just hung there. "Wait for it, wait for it" Gunner said to his partner. And like every other hung victim, they came back to life in a more monstrous form. "YYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" all the men yelled, enjoying the spectacle. Richard Treis smiled and returned to his office.