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The Walking Dead : What's Left

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The Walking Dead : What's Left

All that he remembered was the screeching of breaks...and then there was that booming of a noise, the sound itself almost seem to pierce his very soul. Afterwards there was only darkness, momentary and involuntary sleep. When his eyes finally opened everything that Cael saw was in a blur. As his vision returned he began to feel the stinging of minor cuts and bruises, and a faint warmth that he recognized as blood running down his arm. Cael inspected himself momentarily, looking himself over to make sure that those minor wounds were all that he had suffered in the incident...then he actually realized what was going on...his memory, its blurriness fading slower than that of his visions, came back to him and he understood exactly what kind of incident he was dealing with. Right then the crashing sound, the very noise that had pierced him deep into his soul was that of metal colliding, of two vehicles slamming into each other...he had been in a wreck, and he was one lucky bastard to even be alive.

Looking around his surroundings, Cael dipped his head down to look out of the small portion of his windshield that wasn't cracked in the shape of a spider's web, a small piece of glass only about a foot long and 6 inches wide. He could see the other vehicle, a shimmering blue Prius, it was forced and bent into the hood of his truck; almost like the two vehicles had become one. He could see smoke rising from both engines...and a little flame dancing around the motor of the pseudo-crushed Prius. He immediatley realized that it would be in his best interest to get the hell out of his truck...right now. Cael's hands rushed to reach for the door handle, his fingers, reaching out as far as he could stretch them, missed the mark by about half an inch. His seat belt was restraining him. He tried unfastening it, to no avail, and for a moment he yanked and struggled trying to break free from the "safety belt's" grasp...more like a death trap. Instinctively, he reached down to his belt loop where his knife's case held it in place, and ripping the velcro top open he slid his fingers around the thing, forcing it out and into his hands. Quickly he flipped the blade open and with a click it locked into place. Cael placed the serrated portion of the blade against the belt and with a few swipes was free from the damned thing.

Opening the door he lifted his leg to get out of the vehicle, and in what could only be described as an awkward rolling motion, he fell out onto the pavement bellow. He was truly lucky that he hadn't broken anything, but he knew that he was definitely going to feel this in the morning...if he made it that far that is. Getting up to his feet Cael began waking over to the Prius that had so rudely ruined his already shitty day, it's windshield was split and cracked just like his, and so he had to go around to the driver's side window in order to get a peek inside. There was a girl, probably about 20 years old slumped in the driver's seat. As he looked on at her he could see the lines of mascara running down her face...she had been crying. Cael also realized that her chest was moving, that no air was pumping in or out of her lungs, he reached in to the broken window...doing all that he could to avoid the jagged shards of shattered glass, and placed his index and middle finger firmly on her neck to feel for a pulse. Then, as he searched for any sign of life in the young woman's body, he saw the large and jagged piece of metal sticking deep into her gut, as well as the blood that poured from her wound. She was dead.

He closed his eyes for just a moment, mourning a little but mostly letting out a sigh of relief that it hadn't been him that died in the incident. Before he could even open his eyes back up Cael felt hands grabbing at him, and immediately the sound moaning along with almost a growl boomed from the corpses mouth. The thing had gotten him by the collar of his shirt and was pulling him fast towards it. The, what he thought was dead, woman's mouth was open wide she chomped over and over at him like a dog trying desperately to get at its treat. He pulled back as hard as he could, but the dead bitch had a tight grip on him. He had seen this things before, but never this close, and he hadn't really embraced the concept that the dead were rising until this moment. Luckily he still had the open knife in his left hand and without little thought or hesitation he lunged the blade up through her chin and into her head. Always the head...or at least that's the only way that he'd seen these people, or creatures die. Pulling his knife out he jumped backwards quickly, getting away from the now really dead dead bitch, and he took another deep breath. He was already pretty used to things going straight to hell when he was around, but all of this chaos had taken things to a whole new level, and he didn't even know how to take it in, let alone what to make of it. All that he knew was that he needed to keep moving, and so ran back over to his totaled, all be it piece of crap to begin with, truck and grabbed his pack and the fire axe that he had obtained by breaking the glass on the fire emergency case in the bar that he figured he was no longer employed. That reminded him of the bottle he had stashed in his back pack. It was 750 ml of pure bliss in the form of Hennessy, something that he never thought he would indulge in again...in fact he had sworn off that kind of stuff completely, and to be honest he really wasn't sure why he grabbed the bottle in the first place, but the whole world seemed to be going to hell, and for some reason he didn't feel like being sober if that was the case.

Taking in his surroundings, trying to get a grasp of where exactly it was that his little wreck had landed him, and the first thing that he saw was a sign: NEA Baptist Hospital.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Cael's definitely going to start near the hospital! :-D

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Thanks :D. I'm excited to jump into the story! I just wish that it would let me log in on my phone lol :(

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Sorry guys, it keeps telling me that there's been an error then it freaking double posts! It won't let me delete them :(

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Lol that would be hilarious!

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Lol that would be hilarious :D

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Lol that would be hilarious! :D

The Walking Dead : What's Left

I wrote this at work and wasn't able to edit or proof read it very good due to interuptions, so please forgive mistakes lol.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Name: Cael Maddox

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian; Irish roots

Appearance: He has intense eyes, a small scruffy beard, and is covered in tattoos.

Cael

Clothing: He’s wearing an old, short sleeved, light gray shirt that has a Metallica symbol on it. His denim jeans are dark blue and faded at the knees, and he wears an old pair of work boots

Equipment: He has a black back pack that contains some food rations (mostly junk food that he looted from a convenience store), six bottles of water, an extra pair of clothes, a map, a 750ml bottle of Hennessey that’s wrapped in a hoodie, and an extra pair of shoes tied an outside strap on the pack.

Weapons: He has a Fire Ax and a half-serrated pocket knife with a 5” blade.

Bio/Background: Cael was raised by a single alcoholic of a father who couldn’t have cared less about him and his younger brother’s well being. His mother passed away when he was young due to Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and he was forced to grow up fast in order to look out for his brother and himself. Growing up, Cael developed a bit of a bad attitude problem as well as a chip on his shoulder and was admittedly “pissed off at the world”; if it didn’t pertain to his brother or himself he really didn’t give a damn about it. He got his first job when he was 14, where he bailed hay for $3 an hour and worked almost nine hours a day during the summers, and during the school years he woke up early to go to work causing him to be late to school often. He got into fights frequently, a lot of the time defending his little brother from bullies, and ended up getting expelled from high school in the middle of his sophomore year. Then he got a full-time job digging ditches for a local man with money who owned his own business and began making around $15 an hour. This lead him to get his own place, his own car, and begin providing a better life for his younger brother.

Eventually, he was fired from his job due to being caught sleeping with his boss’s daughter and everything pretty much went to hell from there. Most people in town wouldn’t hire him because of his bad attitude and known anger problems, and so he ended up falling in with a bad crowd where one of his buddies introduced him to the local illegal street fighting circuit. Immediately he was enthralled by the fights and the lifestyle, and it wasn’t long until he begin earning money fighting and betting in the circuit. During his time with that crowd he began drinking heavily and using drugs casually, especially pain killers, which helped him get through the days with all of the bumps, cuts, and bruises that he obtained fighting in the circuit. It was all justified to him though because of his “screw the world” mentality and he would do ANYTHING if it meant that he could put food on the table for his brother and himself. He felt like he was doing something good for a change and began to make some pretty good money. However, his drinking eventually became an addiction and alcoholism as well as pain pill drug abuse took over his life and he got in so deep that he couldn’t get out on his own. He was arrested for illegal street fighting and drug possession, as well as charged with felony assault; he was sentenced to do 8 years in prison with the chance of an early parole. In prison he did what he did best and he fought to survive, and during his time he got dozens of tattoos done by fellow inmates and completely swore off drugs and alcohol; claiming a Straight Edge lifestyle as his own after being introduced to the concept by his cell-mate. Due to other good behavior he was released after only half of his sentence.

While he was in prison his brother had joined the Army, and was currently overseas fighting in the war, so when Cael got out he was basically alone. He moved to Jonesboro to get a fresh start. He found employment at a dive bar working as a bartender ironically enough, and has now been working there for 3 months.

Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Bartender/Ex-Con