Richard Johnson
Time: Morning.
Location: Off Ralls Road, Troup County. Between Hwy 29 and Hwy 100, just North of Hogansville, GA.
Interacting With: Jaime, Dexter and dead bitches that be trippin’
Having climbed out of the attic window and climbing onto the roof, Richard had situated himself atop the dormer of the window and had taken a swig of his coveted hipflask contents. He was safe where he was and he was content in that fact. His heart was pounding and sweat ran down his back from the hot sun that was beating down on him and the roof. He felt like he was being cooked but in the grander scheme, being cooked before being eaten was probably a blessing in disguise.
So he’d left behind the other two, so what? He wasn’t about to get eaten if he could fucking help it. That’s just being a dumbass, plus no fucking border bandit was worth losing his life over. Fuck that shit for a carry on. Richard looked out around the outside, looking to see if anymore Deadbrains were in the general vicinity of the house. He didn’t think he could see anything but there were never any guarantees in this world anymore.
"Dexter! Richard! The muerte have slowed down! We can pick them off!"That. Fucking. Little. Shit.
Richard gripped the edging of the dormer and swung himself back into the house. He landed pretty softly in comparison to the size of him but that was due to the luxurious carpet that lined the floor. Deadbrains or not, that nervous, dickless Mexican bastard was going to pay for forgetting Richard’s golden rule. Richard pulled out his Ruger out from the back of his belt and took the safety off.
The sight before him would be pretty comical if it wasn’t for the close to death situation that they were in. He could see Dexter and Jaime through the door, Jaime had just finished up with another of his constructions to slow the Deadbrains down, and he knew he kept him around for a reason besides just his cooking. Dexter was standing beside Jaime and looked as worried as ever and was pretty bloodied up. The fuck had that kid got up to while he was downstairs? A question for another time if they made it out of this hell hole. Richard walked forward and made his way closer to the top of the stairs.
“What have I…” Richard raised his gun and shot a one armed Deadbrain between the eyes that had been pushing up against the wire already. The body fell backwards, knocking into the Deadbrain that looked as if it had been torched alive that was shambling up the stairs behind it.
“...fucking told you…” He pointed the gun at another Deadbrain, this one was pretty fresh looking with a baseball cap still on its head, and squeezed the trigger again. The bullet ripped through its open and snapping mouth, spraying the diseased brain matter across the wall of the stairs.
“…about calling me Richard?!” He then raised his booted foot and kicked the nearest Deadbrain that was pushing against the wires in the face, knocking it back down the stairs. There was one more trying to shove its way through the wires and Richard raised his gun for a third time and shoved the barrel against its temple. More brain matter and diseased blood sprayed across Richard and the stairway wall.
Richard then walked towards Jaime, covered in blood and brains and smacked him upside the head.
“Move. Both of you!” Richard ran back into the room he had come out of and motioned for them both to follow him.
“Block the door when you fucking get in. What a pair of fucking idiots.” Richard was already making his way to the window and started to make his way onto the ledge but didn’t actually climb all the way out and up yet. He sat with his gun trained on the doorway of the room, waiting for the other two to get inside and block the door.
