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Accepted. I suggest you start in the town of Haywood. But that's just my suggestion.
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Accepted. I suggest you start in the town of Haywood. But that's just my suggestion.
Bruce Levi - Revelation
At the front entrance, the head doctor of Haywood showed his pass to the two armed men guarding their post. The men then opened the twin doors, allowing the doctor enter the cool building. In accordance to Haywood law, the place was squeaky clean. It was expected for Haywood to remain perfectly cleansed of all impurities, keeping it presentable to anyone who chose to join their nation. It was a clean complex that not only introduced itself based on its freshness, but its protection and confidence. Nobody would stop at a rundown half-ass camp that didn't have any rules or regulations. Haywood was a safe haven for all survivors that entered its walls. It was basically a sanctuary for everyone roaming the effects of the apocalypse.
But anyhow, the doctor continued through the empty place, knocking on the office door, once again bothering Mr. Levi. "Enter!" the mayor of Haywood called out. The doctor entered as he was signaled to sit down right afterwards. The chair was comfortable, made of pure leather and very clean, just like the rest of.......everything. "We were told to keep you updated on the girl's health. She is now stabilized and sedated, sleeping in her bedroom. She will need at least a day at bedside, no movement or force. We did not find any issues with the unborn child. As of now, everything seems perfect along those lines." The doctor then took a breath, slapped his thighs softly, and stood up, putting the chair back in place, just like Junior had before. "Well, that is all Mr. Levi. Thank you for your time."
"No, thank you doctor. You've saved just another life. What would we do without you?"
"Oh sir, i'm only doing my part. We all have a part to play right? It's thanks to you that all this is possible though" the Doctor responded.
Changing the subject, Mr. Levi stood to shake the doctor's hand. The two embraced like men, full of respect. "Am I allowed to see her yet?" Mr. Levi asked. The doctor's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if it would be correct to see her in such state, but he did not want to say no to Mr. Levi. "Well sir, like I said, she is sedated. She is basically in a state of rest. Sleeping basically, but................a visit from our Mayor will not do her any harm sir. She'll be glad you personally stopped by once she awakens."
With that, the doctor led his Mayor to the room where the young pregnant girl was located. People outside their rooms waved at Mr. Levi, but the Mayor did not wave back, he just nodded gracefully. As the two reached the front door of the room, The Mayor used his keys to open the door quietly, at the same time, the doctor started to enter behind him, but Mr. Levi turned to stop him. "Please doctor, allow me some time with the newcomer, I wish to introduce myself to her" the boss said. The doctor, with pure respect, let the Mayor enter alone and close the door behind him. He didn't worry about anything, knowing the goodness of his Mayor.
Bruce made sure to lock the door from the inside. Only he and Eli had the keys to all the rooms. With every step, Mr. Levi got closer to the girl who rested on the bed. He had yet to see her because he was not the one to bring her. As he sat on the edge of her bed, he turned to lock his eyes on her face. She seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he'd seen her before. Her complexion was more than perfect. She had not a single deformity or degradation, she was completely purified. Bruce couldn't help but to eye the girl from head to toe. He licked his lips completely with sin, lust showing all over his face. Then he started to show physical affection, taking advantage of her state. He ran his fingers up her arm to her cheek. His index finger swayed by the figure of her pink lips. Bruce then reached forward, placing his ear on her belly, along with his hand. He couldn't hear anything, so he moved on, again trying to put two and two together. He stared and stared, yet he couldn't figure out why this girl seemed familiar. There had been so many women in his life that it didn't even matter anymore. Soon enough, this girl would be sent away and they would find another to replace her. Then that girl would be sent away and the cycle would once again restart. Where they went didn't matter, what matter was that in return, Haywood would continue to prosper and lives will continue to remain in salvation. People would call it a sacrifice, Bruce Levi called it business.
The man then sat up from her bed and crouched over her forehead to kiss it. He gave her a small smooch and started out the door. "Hope your child is born a businessman" he commented before opening the door and going about his business. There were occassions where one regrets their choices, Bruce never experienced those occasions.
At the front entrance, the head doctor of Haywood showed his pass to the two armed men guarding their post. The men then opened the twin doors, allowing the doctor enter the cool building. In accordance to Haywood law, the place was squeaky clean. It was expected for Haywood to remain perfectly cleansed of all impurities, keeping it presentable to anyone who chose to join their nation. It was a clean complex that not only introduced itself based on its freshness, but its protection and confidence. Nobody would stop at a rundown half-ass camp that didn't have any rules or regulations. Haywood was a safe haven for all survivors that entered its walls. It was basically a sanctuary for everyone roaming the effects of the apocalypse.
But anyhow, the doctor continued through the empty place, knocking on the office door, once again bothering Mr. Levi. "Enter!" the mayor of Haywood called out. The doctor entered as he was signaled to sit down right afterwards. The chair was comfortable, made of pure leather and very clean, just like the rest of.......everything. "We were told to keep you updated on the girl's health. She is now stabilized and sedated, sleeping in her bedroom. She will need at least a day at bedside, no movement or force. We did not find any issues with the unborn child. As of now, everything seems perfect along those lines." The doctor then took a breath, slapped his thighs softly, and stood up, putting the chair back in place, just like Junior had before. "Well, that is all Mr. Levi. Thank you for your time."
"No, thank you doctor. You've saved just another life. What would we do without you?"
"Oh sir, i'm only doing my part. We all have a part to play right? It's thanks to you that all this is possible though" the Doctor responded.
Changing the subject, Mr. Levi stood to shake the doctor's hand. The two embraced like men, full of respect. "Am I allowed to see her yet?" Mr. Levi asked. The doctor's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if it would be correct to see her in such state, but he did not want to say no to Mr. Levi. "Well sir, like I said, she is sedated. She is basically in a state of rest. Sleeping basically, but................a visit from our Mayor will not do her any harm sir. She'll be glad you personally stopped by once she awakens."
With that, the doctor led his Mayor to the room where the young pregnant girl was located. People outside their rooms waved at Mr. Levi, but the Mayor did not wave back, he just nodded gracefully. As the two reached the front door of the room, The Mayor used his keys to open the door quietly, at the same time, the doctor started to enter behind him, but Mr. Levi turned to stop him. "Please doctor, allow me some time with the newcomer, I wish to introduce myself to her" the boss said. The doctor, with pure respect, let the Mayor enter alone and close the door behind him. He didn't worry about anything, knowing the goodness of his Mayor.
Bruce made sure to lock the door from the inside. Only he and Eli had the keys to all the rooms. With every step, Mr. Levi got closer to the girl who rested on the bed. He had yet to see her because he was not the one to bring her. As he sat on the edge of her bed, he turned to lock his eyes on her face. She seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he'd seen her before. Her complexion was more than perfect. She had not a single deformity or degradation, she was completely purified. Bruce couldn't help but to eye the girl from head to toe. He licked his lips completely with sin, lust showing all over his face. Then he started to show physical affection, taking advantage of her state. He ran his fingers up her arm to her cheek. His index finger swayed by the figure of her pink lips. Bruce then reached forward, placing his ear on her belly, along with his hand. He couldn't hear anything, so he moved on, again trying to put two and two together. He stared and stared, yet he couldn't figure out why this girl seemed familiar. There had been so many women in his life that it didn't even matter anymore. Soon enough, this girl would be sent away and they would find another to replace her. Then that girl would be sent away and the cycle would once again restart. Where they went didn't matter, what matter was that in return, Haywood would continue to prosper and lives will continue to remain in salvation. People would call it a sacrifice, Bruce Levi called it business.
The man then sat up from her bed and crouched over her forehead to kiss it. He gave her a small smooch and started out the door. "Hope your child is born a businessman" he commented before opening the door and going about his business. There were occassions where one regrets their choices, Bruce never experienced those occasions.
Bruce - Secrets
The doors to the administration office swung open mighty quickly. A man dressed in slacks and a dress shirt ran towards the main office inside the court. His pass oscillated through every step the man took. It was connected to a lanyard hanging from his neck. It was obvious that he was in a hurry, because his news were important for Haywood's progression. As the man reached the main office, he took a deep breath before knocking neutrally on Mr. Levi's door. From inside, the man called out to his fellow tenant, "Come in!"
The well dressed man opened the door slowly, sticking his head in before taking a step forth into the office room. "Apologies for bothering you sir, but there was an incident" he said as he now stood fairly within the office. Mr. Levi put his glass down, a clear glass half filled with what seemed to be a quite expensive wine. The rich color was vibrant, it would catch anyone's attention. "Take a seat Junior, calm down and breathe boy" Mr. Levi offered. Slowly and quietly like all his other movements, Junior took the visitors chair back and then sat on it with patience. He closed his eyes and took yet another breath to relax in order to prevent himself from stuttering and looking like an idiot before Haywood's mayor.
"Okay son, now go ahead, what's happened?" Mr. Levi asked as he took another sip of his drink. "Well sir. The pregnant girl we brought here this morning has gotten ill. She has a very high fever and is sweating abnormally. I think she has caught some sort of virus sir" Junior finished.
"Is she going into labor?" Mr. Levi asked.
"We are not entirely sure, but it does not seem that way sir. We got the doctor to go ahead and check up on her, but we'll need to use the emergency medicine stored in the lot. We don't have th-"
"And where is Eli now? Did you come to me because he is on mission?"
"Yes sir" Junior responded with a gulp. He felt like sweat was running down the side of his face, but it was just fear. His feet were ticking rapidly, though they weren't making any noise. He felt that if he made any noise, Mr. Levi would for some odd reason banish him from Haywood. He felt as if he was bothering his boss and was very nervous from the situation he was in.
"Here Junior" Mr. Levi said, sliding the keys to him across the desk before him. "That's the key to the emergency lot. Its located in the basement of this building inside that room over there" he pointed. "Turn the key counterclockwise and it should open just fine. Once you get down there you'll see the large safe. The code is 01-30-14. All the medicine will be in there. Get whatever the doctor said was necessary. You do know what he needs right?" he asked Junior.
"Yes sir, I've got the list right here" he showed Mr. Levi.
"Okay then Junior. Make sure to bring me the key once you come back up. And lock the doors behind you, we don't want anybody else knowing about it right. Only those with the keys. We know what happened to the last person that tried to go against my method of doing things. Look Junior, I do my best to keep Haywood clean and safe for everyone"
"Yes sir" Junior simultaneously said.
"I create a schedule for everyone to follow, why? Because I believe that everyone here plays a role. Everyone contributes to Haywood in order to keep it going, to keep it on its feet. Without you people, there would be no Haywo- Scratch that, there would be a Haywood, but it wouldn't be anything like it is right now" he said, using his finger to indicate 'this very moment'. "As creator of Haywood, I also try to do my part. I make sure everyone is perfectly accustomed to this new complex. I've tried to get heated water to all the rooms, but it is very difficult. I do my best to supply food and water rations to everyone, which has successfully worked, why? Because of those people out there working their butts off to make it happen. I've trained many men to use weapons. Some may see it as dangerous, but in all, it is the reason Haywood is well protected. There hasn't been an issue since the Robert James. You knew the man, he was a lunatic. He spread rumors of, of...............To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what the man has stated, it was so long ago. Anyhow, the point is, I do everything I do for Haywood, remember that when you step out of this office. Not everything should be shared with our tenants."
"Yes sir" Junior said before being dismissed. He stood from the chair and put it back in place. "Keep me updated on the girl's condition. I may pass by to great our newcomer myself when she gets well again. Remember that she is the basis of our foundation. We've spoken of this before Junior, do not let me down. If you must watch her twenty four hours, you will. Got it kid?"
"Yes sir" Junior repeated. He'd been saying 'yes sir' over and over. It seemed like he was stuck in a time loop or something. With one last nod, the young adult left the office, closing the doors behind him. After retrieving the necessary medicine, he returned the key and exited the administration office. He passed the armed guards then started sprinting towards the girl's apartment. He rushed through the open door, giving the doctor the medicine he had asked for. The doctor of course, started to treat the young girl as quickly as he could. He had an assistant fan the girl with a large Chinese fan, trying to help reduce the fever. They got a towel of cold water and placed it on both her forehead and stomach. The doctor had kicked everyone not qualified to be there out of the apartment. He focused on treating the girl, because he didn't want to see any of his neighbors die.
The doors to the administration office swung open mighty quickly. A man dressed in slacks and a dress shirt ran towards the main office inside the court. His pass oscillated through every step the man took. It was connected to a lanyard hanging from his neck. It was obvious that he was in a hurry, because his news were important for Haywood's progression. As the man reached the main office, he took a deep breath before knocking neutrally on Mr. Levi's door. From inside, the man called out to his fellow tenant, "Come in!"
The well dressed man opened the door slowly, sticking his head in before taking a step forth into the office room. "Apologies for bothering you sir, but there was an incident" he said as he now stood fairly within the office. Mr. Levi put his glass down, a clear glass half filled with what seemed to be a quite expensive wine. The rich color was vibrant, it would catch anyone's attention. "Take a seat Junior, calm down and breathe boy" Mr. Levi offered. Slowly and quietly like all his other movements, Junior took the visitors chair back and then sat on it with patience. He closed his eyes and took yet another breath to relax in order to prevent himself from stuttering and looking like an idiot before Haywood's mayor.
"Okay son, now go ahead, what's happened?" Mr. Levi asked as he took another sip of his drink. "Well sir. The pregnant girl we brought here this morning has gotten ill. She has a very high fever and is sweating abnormally. I think she has caught some sort of virus sir" Junior finished.
"Is she going into labor?" Mr. Levi asked.
"We are not entirely sure, but it does not seem that way sir. We got the doctor to go ahead and check up on her, but we'll need to use the emergency medicine stored in the lot. We don't have th-"
"And where is Eli now? Did you come to me because he is on mission?"
"Yes sir" Junior responded with a gulp. He felt like sweat was running down the side of his face, but it was just fear. His feet were ticking rapidly, though they weren't making any noise. He felt that if he made any noise, Mr. Levi would for some odd reason banish him from Haywood. He felt as if he was bothering his boss and was very nervous from the situation he was in.
"Here Junior" Mr. Levi said, sliding the keys to him across the desk before him. "That's the key to the emergency lot. Its located in the basement of this building inside that room over there" he pointed. "Turn the key counterclockwise and it should open just fine. Once you get down there you'll see the large safe. The code is 01-30-14. All the medicine will be in there. Get whatever the doctor said was necessary. You do know what he needs right?" he asked Junior.
"Yes sir, I've got the list right here" he showed Mr. Levi.
"Okay then Junior. Make sure to bring me the key once you come back up. And lock the doors behind you, we don't want anybody else knowing about it right. Only those with the keys. We know what happened to the last person that tried to go against my method of doing things. Look Junior, I do my best to keep Haywood clean and safe for everyone"
"Yes sir" Junior simultaneously said.
"I create a schedule for everyone to follow, why? Because I believe that everyone here plays a role. Everyone contributes to Haywood in order to keep it going, to keep it on its feet. Without you people, there would be no Haywo- Scratch that, there would be a Haywood, but it wouldn't be anything like it is right now" he said, using his finger to indicate 'this very moment'. "As creator of Haywood, I also try to do my part. I make sure everyone is perfectly accustomed to this new complex. I've tried to get heated water to all the rooms, but it is very difficult. I do my best to supply food and water rations to everyone, which has successfully worked, why? Because of those people out there working their butts off to make it happen. I've trained many men to use weapons. Some may see it as dangerous, but in all, it is the reason Haywood is well protected. There hasn't been an issue since the Robert James. You knew the man, he was a lunatic. He spread rumors of, of...............To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what the man has stated, it was so long ago. Anyhow, the point is, I do everything I do for Haywood, remember that when you step out of this office. Not everything should be shared with our tenants."
"Yes sir" Junior said before being dismissed. He stood from the chair and put it back in place. "Keep me updated on the girl's condition. I may pass by to great our newcomer myself when she gets well again. Remember that she is the basis of our foundation. We've spoken of this before Junior, do not let me down. If you must watch her twenty four hours, you will. Got it kid?"
"Yes sir" Junior repeated. He'd been saying 'yes sir' over and over. It seemed like he was stuck in a time loop or something. With one last nod, the young adult left the office, closing the doors behind him. After retrieving the necessary medicine, he returned the key and exited the administration office. He passed the armed guards then started sprinting towards the girl's apartment. He rushed through the open door, giving the doctor the medicine he had asked for. The doctor of course, started to treat the young girl as quickly as he could. He had an assistant fan the girl with a large Chinese fan, trying to help reduce the fever. They got a towel of cold water and placed it on both her forehead and stomach. The doctor had kicked everyone not qualified to be there out of the apartment. He focused on treating the girl, because he didn't want to see any of his neighbors die.
Bomb huh? I don't see how tha-............
Eli - Haywood - Jessalyn
As the assistant walked towards the northern gate, someone behind him called his name. He had just exited the administration office and was stopped by the girl from earlier. As she ran to him, he started to speak logically. "You should be resting kid, you barely got here, did you not like your room or something?" he asked, not waiting for a response because he knew she indeed enjoyed it. It was all over her facial expression. In addition to that smile, she was completely cleansed of all impurities. The hot water does wonders during these times. He then took her tender hand and shook it softly. "It is very nice to meet you Jessalyn" he said with a smile. He knew how things in Haywood worked and knew this little encounter would not last, so decided to cut their conversation short and not grow attached to any of the women that entered this complex. "Umm, well, I understand you wanna help, but just rest for the day" he said as he backed away. "Think of the child, just..........just rest for the day, I've got to run, but, it was nice to meet you Jessalyn, we'll talk soon okay" he finished as he turned and started to walk away.
Suddenly, the guard standing at the doors of the administration office started for Jessalyn. "Ma'am, you cannot stand within thirty feet of this building without an access pass, please return to your quarters and follow the schedule provided to you by our commanding officer" he ordered, escorting her away from the office. "This will be your final warning, do not let us catch you this close to the office again or we'll act with force" he finished, pushing her away without mercy. "Now scram!"
Eli heard the ruckus from where he was and turned to catch the soldier push the pregnant girl. From where he stood, he yelled at the armed man. "HEY! Do not touch her! Boss man doesn't want her harmed!" He came forth a couple feet and yelled again. "You touch her again and you'll get it soldier, now back to your post!"
The officer gulped and returned to the office doors. "Sir yes sir!"
"Be careful miss, this is private area!" Eli yelled from afar as he once again started walking away. It was obvious that they didn't want anyone without a pass around the administration office. It was basically abandoned by tenants. The only people present were soldiers and Eli, all the civilians were back in the apartment complex sector of the small haven. The people were told that the administration office was used by the higher-ups to create schedules and maintain a supply count in order to further the towns production level. It was basically and executive office where every aspect of law was created. Every tenant knew the man in charge was Mr. Levi, though they hardly ever saw him around. They didn't even know his first name, so they'd always turn to Eli for word. If Mr. Levi passed by, it was merely to go get supplies for the town. Every time he'd return, he would have two trucks filled with necessities, it was unbelievable. The people were told not to talk about it though, else they'd get kicked out of Haywood. They were commanded to keep silent of any executive decision, they had no say, it was not a democracy, but neither a dictatorship. It was a mutual relation between the 'government' - the decision makers - and the tenants. They helped the town run and they got whatever they needed - mutual relationship.
Floyd - The Chase
The survivor opened his eyes to find yet another light shining brightly. A flashback of Eli's flashlight raced a crude image through his head. He spit to the side, he was filled with disgust. He had failed to protect that girl, something he said he'd do. But he was so tired now and could hardly move. His muscles tensed rapidly as his heartbeat sluggishly. His eyes were drowsy and his mouth opened, trying to catch the oxygen that followed the light breeze. Still he had the walker laying on his chest, which could have been the cause for his loss of breath, so he pushed it off of him. The walkers that roamed him the night before seemed to have left, trying to find another source of food. With a grunt, Floyd forced himself to sit up. He used his hands to hold himself seated, he didn't want to fall yet again. He turned towards his wound to find it had seized bleeding. Even with that, he tied the bandanna even tighter, just in case. Wiping his face with his bicep, he slowly started to gain his balance on his feet. He swung his hips forward in order to finalize his posture and stand straightforward. His knife was hanging by the tip of his fingers, but as he heard a voice, he griped it forcefully.
Then he noticed there was nobody there. All he heard was Jess' voice echoing in his ears. The girl called his name multiple times, but he hadn't responded. Floyd angered quickly and punched the air. Along with his fist, his entire body swung forwards and he landed yet again on his knees. This time, he got back up without hesitating. He had black blood all over his tank top and belt of his pants. His own blood was all over his short goatee. His bottom lip was busted and the left side of his face was bruised red. His abdomen was most likely also swollen from the multiple kicks he obtained. For a couple of seconds, he just stood there trying to figure out what to do next. He thought about getting his motorcycle in order to make his trip faster, but his condition would not allow him to face off against any walkers. He turned to the ground to find footprints on the solemn grass. Since the place was sort of muddy, the tracks were easier to read than most. With a stagger, he started off in the direction the prints moved, but suddenly, they separated. He knelt down to get a closer look. Four people headed forward, three headed east. Since the prints heading forward seemed to have a lead man, it mean that it was most likely that Eli was that man. He was a kiss ass and always wanted attention, which meant he had to be the person leading the pack. The three prints going east must have been decoys to lure Floyd into some sort of trap or a maze to get lost if he'd survive the night, which he did.
The redneck walked for hours on end, it seemed the path would never conclude, but it did. Finally, he reached a road that lead three different ways - right, left, or straight. The most difficult thing to track are vehicles. Once can't follow tire marks because they are unreliable foot prints. They could have been made way before the apocalypse even began.
Sweat continued to flush down Floyd's body. He hadn't eaten for more than twelve hours and he left his bag attached to the bike in the woods. He now had second thoughts about going back to get it, but if he were to meet a hoard of walkers, his condition would not let him escape. With the sun shining brightly overhead, not even the breeze helped prevent the overwhelming heat. Floyd's knees gave up on him and caused him to collapse on his ass. He sat there motionless with his head down and eyes closed. He felt helpless at this point, unable to do anything. He could have saved her, it was his fault all this happened. "If only I'd kept my mouth shut" he murmured. "Why did I scream? Why the hell did I..............scream?" he questioned himself as he gasped for air in between words. Then he could see himself running towards her. "Maybe if I'd of ran faster. Maybe if I wouldn't have gave up" he added. He felt that her abduction was entirely his doing. He failed her when she needed him most, how does he live with that. He was tired of losing people. Everyone he knew vanished. He was like a plague, yet he wasn't a walker.
As the assistant walked towards the northern gate, someone behind him called his name. He had just exited the administration office and was stopped by the girl from earlier. As she ran to him, he started to speak logically. "You should be resting kid, you barely got here, did you not like your room or something?" he asked, not waiting for a response because he knew she indeed enjoyed it. It was all over her facial expression. In addition to that smile, she was completely cleansed of all impurities. The hot water does wonders during these times. He then took her tender hand and shook it softly. "It is very nice to meet you Jessalyn" he said with a smile. He knew how things in Haywood worked and knew this little encounter would not last, so decided to cut their conversation short and not grow attached to any of the women that entered this complex. "Umm, well, I understand you wanna help, but just rest for the day" he said as he backed away. "Think of the child, just..........just rest for the day, I've got to run, but, it was nice to meet you Jessalyn, we'll talk soon okay" he finished as he turned and started to walk away.
Suddenly, the guard standing at the doors of the administration office started for Jessalyn. "Ma'am, you cannot stand within thirty feet of this building without an access pass, please return to your quarters and follow the schedule provided to you by our commanding officer" he ordered, escorting her away from the office. "This will be your final warning, do not let us catch you this close to the office again or we'll act with force" he finished, pushing her away without mercy. "Now scram!"
Eli heard the ruckus from where he was and turned to catch the soldier push the pregnant girl. From where he stood, he yelled at the armed man. "HEY! Do not touch her! Boss man doesn't want her harmed!" He came forth a couple feet and yelled again. "You touch her again and you'll get it soldier, now back to your post!"
The officer gulped and returned to the office doors. "Sir yes sir!"
"Be careful miss, this is private area!" Eli yelled from afar as he once again started walking away. It was obvious that they didn't want anyone without a pass around the administration office. It was basically abandoned by tenants. The only people present were soldiers and Eli, all the civilians were back in the apartment complex sector of the small haven. The people were told that the administration office was used by the higher-ups to create schedules and maintain a supply count in order to further the towns production level. It was basically and executive office where every aspect of law was created. Every tenant knew the man in charge was Mr. Levi, though they hardly ever saw him around. They didn't even know his first name, so they'd always turn to Eli for word. If Mr. Levi passed by, it was merely to go get supplies for the town. Every time he'd return, he would have two trucks filled with necessities, it was unbelievable. The people were told not to talk about it though, else they'd get kicked out of Haywood. They were commanded to keep silent of any executive decision, they had no say, it was not a democracy, but neither a dictatorship. It was a mutual relation between the 'government' - the decision makers - and the tenants. They helped the town run and they got whatever they needed - mutual relationship.
Floyd - The Chase
The survivor opened his eyes to find yet another light shining brightly. A flashback of Eli's flashlight raced a crude image through his head. He spit to the side, he was filled with disgust. He had failed to protect that girl, something he said he'd do. But he was so tired now and could hardly move. His muscles tensed rapidly as his heartbeat sluggishly. His eyes were drowsy and his mouth opened, trying to catch the oxygen that followed the light breeze. Still he had the walker laying on his chest, which could have been the cause for his loss of breath, so he pushed it off of him. The walkers that roamed him the night before seemed to have left, trying to find another source of food. With a grunt, Floyd forced himself to sit up. He used his hands to hold himself seated, he didn't want to fall yet again. He turned towards his wound to find it had seized bleeding. Even with that, he tied the bandanna even tighter, just in case. Wiping his face with his bicep, he slowly started to gain his balance on his feet. He swung his hips forward in order to finalize his posture and stand straightforward. His knife was hanging by the tip of his fingers, but as he heard a voice, he griped it forcefully.
Then he noticed there was nobody there. All he heard was Jess' voice echoing in his ears. The girl called his name multiple times, but he hadn't responded. Floyd angered quickly and punched the air. Along with his fist, his entire body swung forwards and he landed yet again on his knees. This time, he got back up without hesitating. He had black blood all over his tank top and belt of his pants. His own blood was all over his short goatee. His bottom lip was busted and the left side of his face was bruised red. His abdomen was most likely also swollen from the multiple kicks he obtained. For a couple of seconds, he just stood there trying to figure out what to do next. He thought about getting his motorcycle in order to make his trip faster, but his condition would not allow him to face off against any walkers. He turned to the ground to find footprints on the solemn grass. Since the place was sort of muddy, the tracks were easier to read than most. With a stagger, he started off in the direction the prints moved, but suddenly, they separated. He knelt down to get a closer look. Four people headed forward, three headed east. Since the prints heading forward seemed to have a lead man, it mean that it was most likely that Eli was that man. He was a kiss ass and always wanted attention, which meant he had to be the person leading the pack. The three prints going east must have been decoys to lure Floyd into some sort of trap or a maze to get lost if he'd survive the night, which he did.
The redneck walked for hours on end, it seemed the path would never conclude, but it did. Finally, he reached a road that lead three different ways - right, left, or straight. The most difficult thing to track are vehicles. Once can't follow tire marks because they are unreliable foot prints. They could have been made way before the apocalypse even began.
Sweat continued to flush down Floyd's body. He hadn't eaten for more than twelve hours and he left his bag attached to the bike in the woods. He now had second thoughts about going back to get it, but if he were to meet a hoard of walkers, his condition would not let him escape. With the sun shining brightly overhead, not even the breeze helped prevent the overwhelming heat. Floyd's knees gave up on him and caused him to collapse on his ass. He sat there motionless with his head down and eyes closed. He felt helpless at this point, unable to do anything. He could have saved her, it was his fault all this happened. "If only I'd kept my mouth shut" he murmured. "Why did I scream? Why the hell did I..............scream?" he questioned himself as he gasped for air in between words. Then he could see himself running towards her. "Maybe if I'd of ran faster. Maybe if I wouldn't have gave up" he added. He felt that her abduction was entirely his doing. He failed her when she needed him most, how does he live with that. He was tired of losing people. Everyone he knew vanished. He was like a plague, yet he wasn't a walker.
Eli - Haywood: The Arrival - Jessalyn
The road was bumpy, the van's tires did not smoothly glide through the street. There were holes and cracks all over the dark tinted road. The line that divided traffic was completely faded, nearly invisible. The girl's rant about Floyd and life in general only made Eli laugh at her. She was so open to strangers, it was hilarious. The dark skinned man signaled his two soldiers to let go of her arms and they abide to his command. Eli was sitting in front of Jessalyn, listening to her questioning words as he entire expression changed to one of fear. That look fit her perfectly, she looked like a frightened puppy or something of the sort.
The two men sitting next to the girl turned to their commanding officer as they wondered whether he'd answer her question or not. Since from the creation of Haywood they've been given an authoritative order to keep quite about the underground business that takes place, they weren't sure if Eli would speak of it. But then, their question was answered. "Who the heck is Tyler?" the black man asked her, acting confused. "I don't know what you think we do, but Haywood is merely a trading post for survivors. People who have survived the apocalypse and are looking for a place to live come to Haywood. We supply them with food, water, and everything we can. All they have to do, is work for it. The people help plant crops. They spend days at end working in the hot summer days pumping water from our wells. Do you really think were some kind of bandits or something? Look here. We took you from Floyd because HE is a bandit. He's a monster, like it or not. Sooner or later, he'd throw you aside, just like he'd done everyone else. You don't see it because you're young, but don't worry about it. At Haywood, we have instructors to teach you to survive. We'll show you to use weapons, we'll help you get started. Of course, we'll help you bare that child. I am truly sorry if I offended you in any way, I did not mean to make assumptions."
Suddenly, the van came to a stop. After what seemed to be half an hour, they had reached their destination. "We're here!" the driver called out as a loud shriek could be heard from inside the van. It was the shriek of the opening of a gate. The drivers could see it, but since there were no windows where Jessalyn sat, she yet couldn't see where she was. Eli then stood up within the van as it came to yet another halt. "Are we clear?" he asked the driver, in which was answered with a nod. Then the door of the van was pushed open by Eli. He hopped off the van first, extending out his hand to Jessalyn in order to aid her out. "Welcome to Haywood miss" he smiled.
Once she stepped out the sun had already returned, she would then see five different buildings all next to each other. There was a gate encasing the entire perimeter guarded by a pair of armed men every fifty feet. A giant sign that initially said, 'Welcome to New Orleans' was completely faded and edited to say 'Welcome to Haywood'. There were stations where crops were being planted. Beside that where three wells, all mounted by workers. Kids were running down the streets playing tag, actually laughing. Since it was basically a two story apartment complex, people sat on the porches drinking and chitchatting. Four of the five buildings were apartments, each having about sixteen rooms in total, but the fifth building was different. It was more like a courthouse rather than a apartment building. It seemed that the entire place had been an apartment complex, and the last building was like the administration office. But an apartment complex has more than a five buildings, that is correct, but all the other ones burned down in a fire caused by a rebelling group of survivors. They used the bricks to enforce the perimeter in order to keep the walkers out. Other than the overwhelming armed men, the place was actually pretty clean and neat. Everything had a place, it was organized perfectly to make everyone comfortable and adapt quickly to it.
"Alright kid, I'll take you to your new home. There are plenty of available rooms, so you'll be getting your privacy. Just follow me" Eli said as he started to lead the way. The men guarding Jess had left to focus on their next duties. Eli then started to explain the rules of Haywood. "Alright, so basically we set up a schedule for everyone that lives here. We try to-"
"Hey Mr. Eli, nice to have you back!" one of the many survivors called out with a smile. The old lady waved despretely as she continued to wash the stack of clothing with other aged people.
"Hello Ms. Johnson, it's nice to be back. I see you've got cleaning duties today. You're a lucky lady!" Eli called back, his smile also wide and clear. "It beats the kitchen, haha. You know, the windows don't open no more" he old lady said. "They don't huh? I'll get Billy on it right away Ms. Johnson, don't you worry. Okay, see you later" Eli finished.
He then turned his attention back to Jess. "Now where was I............." he paused for a second, trying to recollect his thoughts. "Oh yeah, the schedule. Like I was saying, everyone has duties to fulfill here. We try to give everyone equal working hours so nobody feels like their doing more for the same payment. Basically, we all keep each other running. You help around and fulfill your given tasks, we provide you with water, food, cloth, and whatever other materials we can get our hands on. But we'll fill you in on the details later. You bare a child in that belly, you need your rest, you've been awake for basically an entire day." Eli then took out some keys from his pocket and opened up one of the many apartments. "This will be your new room. We've actually managed to get hot water in a couple of rooms, this one has it, so don't waste it now. We had a few pipe guys get the propane system from the administrative office to a couple of rooms here. You're fortunate to have hot water, not even my room gets it. We try to give the ladies and the old folk along with the children the rooms with hot water, they need it more than us men. Anyhow, when you get settled in, just roam around, meet a few people, we'll assign duties to you tomorrow, for today, just rest" he finished, closing the door after she entered the room.
Without further ado, Eli had entered the administrative office. He walked passed the guards, showing his identification tag, which was actually just a library card that only a few people had, and entered the main office. "Eli, is nice to see you're still alive partner. How was the hunt?" The speaker was sitting on a leather chair behind a large wooden desk. He had papers in front of him with the Haywood's schedule. He had the name of every tenant laid out on that sheet. He even had a name plate on the table titled Levi. He was a decently sized man, about six, six-one in height. Eli was actually taller than him, but did not present himself as educated or strong as the man sitting in the chair.
"We found a woman sir" Eli started. "She's quite short and is baring child, I'm not sure if that will help Haywood's progression. I don't know if she will be able to follow the schedule in her condition, I mean, she-" Eli stopped because he was cut off by the man in the leather chair.
"Look Eli.........You already know how these things work. Business was and still is your number one strength. Haywood's been around for about three months now and it'll continue to run because of people like you and I. We make the hard decisions to better the chances of all our tenants. Without people like us, they'd have no leadership, not a single survival opportunity, but we, together, changed that. I know you've made many sacrifices in the beginning. I am truly sorry about your wife, and her memory will always remain with me. But she sacrificed herself for the advancement of Haywood. So do not worry about this girl, she will not be here long. She won't be here long enough to cause us any trouble."
"Understood sir" Eli said, his eyes staring at the ground as images of his wife ran through his mind. He took a deep breathe and exhaled quietly to calm down. "Do you want me to follow procedure like I have for everybody else?"
"Of course. Make her feel welcome. Give her everything she needs because after all, she will be a new mother. She needs more attention because she will be more profitable. Like I said, you know how business works in this new world. You give someone a scarce artifact and they give you something of equal value. This girl is our goldmine Eli. Nowadays, nobody breads children because they fear for its life. If she is pregnant, then she will be worth more than any other artifact that's ever been sold. You've done good partner. You are dismissed, take the day off, for your good work."
"Thank you Mr. Levi."
"Mr. Levi? C'mon man, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Bruce"
The road was bumpy, the van's tires did not smoothly glide through the street. There were holes and cracks all over the dark tinted road. The line that divided traffic was completely faded, nearly invisible. The girl's rant about Floyd and life in general only made Eli laugh at her. She was so open to strangers, it was hilarious. The dark skinned man signaled his two soldiers to let go of her arms and they abide to his command. Eli was sitting in front of Jessalyn, listening to her questioning words as he entire expression changed to one of fear. That look fit her perfectly, she looked like a frightened puppy or something of the sort.
The two men sitting next to the girl turned to their commanding officer as they wondered whether he'd answer her question or not. Since from the creation of Haywood they've been given an authoritative order to keep quite about the underground business that takes place, they weren't sure if Eli would speak of it. But then, their question was answered. "Who the heck is Tyler?" the black man asked her, acting confused. "I don't know what you think we do, but Haywood is merely a trading post for survivors. People who have survived the apocalypse and are looking for a place to live come to Haywood. We supply them with food, water, and everything we can. All they have to do, is work for it. The people help plant crops. They spend days at end working in the hot summer days pumping water from our wells. Do you really think were some kind of bandits or something? Look here. We took you from Floyd because HE is a bandit. He's a monster, like it or not. Sooner or later, he'd throw you aside, just like he'd done everyone else. You don't see it because you're young, but don't worry about it. At Haywood, we have instructors to teach you to survive. We'll show you to use weapons, we'll help you get started. Of course, we'll help you bare that child. I am truly sorry if I offended you in any way, I did not mean to make assumptions."
Suddenly, the van came to a stop. After what seemed to be half an hour, they had reached their destination. "We're here!" the driver called out as a loud shriek could be heard from inside the van. It was the shriek of the opening of a gate. The drivers could see it, but since there were no windows where Jessalyn sat, she yet couldn't see where she was. Eli then stood up within the van as it came to yet another halt. "Are we clear?" he asked the driver, in which was answered with a nod. Then the door of the van was pushed open by Eli. He hopped off the van first, extending out his hand to Jessalyn in order to aid her out. "Welcome to Haywood miss" he smiled.
Once she stepped out the sun had already returned, she would then see five different buildings all next to each other. There was a gate encasing the entire perimeter guarded by a pair of armed men every fifty feet. A giant sign that initially said, 'Welcome to New Orleans' was completely faded and edited to say 'Welcome to Haywood'. There were stations where crops were being planted. Beside that where three wells, all mounted by workers. Kids were running down the streets playing tag, actually laughing. Since it was basically a two story apartment complex, people sat on the porches drinking and chitchatting. Four of the five buildings were apartments, each having about sixteen rooms in total, but the fifth building was different. It was more like a courthouse rather than a apartment building. It seemed that the entire place had been an apartment complex, and the last building was like the administration office. But an apartment complex has more than a five buildings, that is correct, but all the other ones burned down in a fire caused by a rebelling group of survivors. They used the bricks to enforce the perimeter in order to keep the walkers out. Other than the overwhelming armed men, the place was actually pretty clean and neat. Everything had a place, it was organized perfectly to make everyone comfortable and adapt quickly to it.
"Alright kid, I'll take you to your new home. There are plenty of available rooms, so you'll be getting your privacy. Just follow me" Eli said as he started to lead the way. The men guarding Jess had left to focus on their next duties. Eli then started to explain the rules of Haywood. "Alright, so basically we set up a schedule for everyone that lives here. We try to-"
"Hey Mr. Eli, nice to have you back!" one of the many survivors called out with a smile. The old lady waved despretely as she continued to wash the stack of clothing with other aged people.
"Hello Ms. Johnson, it's nice to be back. I see you've got cleaning duties today. You're a lucky lady!" Eli called back, his smile also wide and clear. "It beats the kitchen, haha. You know, the windows don't open no more" he old lady said. "They don't huh? I'll get Billy on it right away Ms. Johnson, don't you worry. Okay, see you later" Eli finished.
He then turned his attention back to Jess. "Now where was I............." he paused for a second, trying to recollect his thoughts. "Oh yeah, the schedule. Like I was saying, everyone has duties to fulfill here. We try to give everyone equal working hours so nobody feels like their doing more for the same payment. Basically, we all keep each other running. You help around and fulfill your given tasks, we provide you with water, food, cloth, and whatever other materials we can get our hands on. But we'll fill you in on the details later. You bare a child in that belly, you need your rest, you've been awake for basically an entire day." Eli then took out some keys from his pocket and opened up one of the many apartments. "This will be your new room. We've actually managed to get hot water in a couple of rooms, this one has it, so don't waste it now. We had a few pipe guys get the propane system from the administrative office to a couple of rooms here. You're fortunate to have hot water, not even my room gets it. We try to give the ladies and the old folk along with the children the rooms with hot water, they need it more than us men. Anyhow, when you get settled in, just roam around, meet a few people, we'll assign duties to you tomorrow, for today, just rest" he finished, closing the door after she entered the room.
Without further ado, Eli had entered the administrative office. He walked passed the guards, showing his identification tag, which was actually just a library card that only a few people had, and entered the main office. "Eli, is nice to see you're still alive partner. How was the hunt?" The speaker was sitting on a leather chair behind a large wooden desk. He had papers in front of him with the Haywood's schedule. He had the name of every tenant laid out on that sheet. He even had a name plate on the table titled Levi. He was a decently sized man, about six, six-one in height. Eli was actually taller than him, but did not present himself as educated or strong as the man sitting in the chair.
"We found a woman sir" Eli started. "She's quite short and is baring child, I'm not sure if that will help Haywood's progression. I don't know if she will be able to follow the schedule in her condition, I mean, she-" Eli stopped because he was cut off by the man in the leather chair.
"Look Eli.........You already know how these things work. Business was and still is your number one strength. Haywood's been around for about three months now and it'll continue to run because of people like you and I. We make the hard decisions to better the chances of all our tenants. Without people like us, they'd have no leadership, not a single survival opportunity, but we, together, changed that. I know you've made many sacrifices in the beginning. I am truly sorry about your wife, and her memory will always remain with me. But she sacrificed herself for the advancement of Haywood. So do not worry about this girl, she will not be here long. She won't be here long enough to cause us any trouble."
"Understood sir" Eli said, his eyes staring at the ground as images of his wife ran through his mind. He took a deep breathe and exhaled quietly to calm down. "Do you want me to follow procedure like I have for everybody else?"
"Of course. Make her feel welcome. Give her everything she needs because after all, she will be a new mother. She needs more attention because she will be more profitable. Like I said, you know how business works in this new world. You give someone a scarce artifact and they give you something of equal value. This girl is our goldmine Eli. Nowadays, nobody breads children because they fear for its life. If she is pregnant, then she will be worth more than any other artifact that's ever been sold. You've done good partner. You are dismissed, take the day off, for your good work."
"Thank you Mr. Levi."
"Mr. Levi? C'mon man, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Bruce"
The sudden blast took Shiro for a loop. He did not see something like this coming from a quite and tranquil forest. Without hesitating, he jumped to the left, dodging the explosion's debris. A cloud of smoke seemed to have blocked his sight from his Sensei. Even with his eagle eyes, he could not see around things, it wasn't the Byakugan. All it was, is that he can have a wider set vision. His peripherals catch more than the average ninja, allowing him an upper hand during close encounters. It's basically a different perspective of his vision. But anyhow, at the moment, his vision didn't help him. Somehow, Emiya Sensei must have been caught by the blast and sent flying somewhere. The question was, who set up the trap?
He turned to his teammate, hoping she had also made it unharmed. It seemed that the explosion had been targeting them as a group, it obviously failed. There was no way their Sensei would have died from such a weak trap. It failed to take out the entire team, but it did separate their strongest player, which could have been the plan all along. "Stay on your toes, someone's out there, I can feel it" Shiro announced over the overwhelming silence. He removed the two trench knifes from the sheaths attached to his belt and prepared for the worse. He would not die here, he still hadn't met the Amegakure Kage.
Closing his eyes, he focused on letting out a little chakra to encase his blades. With a little hesitation at first, Shiro managed to form what seemed to be a barrier, around his trench knifes. This would give his knifes a boost in cutting power, along with range and defense. They were chakra blades for a reason. He looked at his partner once again to make sure she was ready and not frightened by the sudden encounter with a trap. Even though he had already spoken to her, he forgot to make sure she wasn't in shock or anything. Since she seemed very close to their Sensei, she might run off in attempt to find him, rather than stick with him and ensure their own survival.
Floyd - Boundless
As much as he tried, as fast as he had ran, he didn't make it. He didn't even get to see her face, only her outline. Floyd had hit the ground faster than the bullet had grazed his leg. A decent amount of skin had been torn off of his thigh. It burned drastically, worse than Georgia's blistering sun rays. Her screams continued to travel the surface of his soul. It echoed through his eardrums as if she was still in grasp, but it had been about ten minutes since she was taken. Still on the ground, Floyd's eyes were dimming as timed passed, but his intention to save her wouldn't allow him to pass out. With his remaining strength, which was slim, he used his fist to push himself up. When he got on all fours, meaning his knees and hands, he noticed a figure heading his way. His blurred vision didn't let him capture the image fully, it was obscure. At first it seemed that it didn't have a stagger in its walk, it seemed......human. But once it got close enough to smell and visualize, it was a walker. Floyd tried to get up, but his leg went against his wishes, forcing him to involuntarily fall on his back. The walker tripped over the mud and fell on top of Floyd, attempting to much at his face. Floyd used his forearm to prevent such demise. His right forearm was placed on the walker's neck, preventing it from tilting its head forward and jerking its teeth into his face. In order to ensure survival, he pulled out his knife from the small sheath connected to his belt and stabbed the walker through the eye, reaching its brain.
From a distance, meaning, coming out of the woods, Floyd could hear an addition of multiple moans. The sound was getting closer to his location, meaning the walkers were most likely going to be crowding him soon. Floyd grunted in pain as he started dragging himself to the other side of the tracks. He was hauling the put-down walker with him, he had an idea that may ensure his survival. As he reached his destination, which really hadn't been but a couple feet from where he already lay, he used the bandanna hanging from his back pocket to tie it around his wound, to prevent further bleeding. It seemed a decent chunk of his skin and muscle might have been torn off by the bullet.
As the moans got closer and closer, Floyd used his knife to cut the walkers chest open. Its blood started pouring onto the ground. The black blood reminded him of the loneliness he'd endured and is still enduring. He splashed the blood with his hands, then basically bathing himself in it. He would use the walker's stench as camouflage. In addition to that tactic, he laid down and pulled the walker over his own torso, the walker now laying on top of him for extra cover. That's when walkers started exiting the woods. That gunshot and the screams probably called them here. The roamed around the tracks, not going anywhere, but just walking around the perimeter. One walker actually came two feet from Floyd, but just stared into space as its arms hung loosely from its shoulders. Floyd would have to stay like so until they decide to move on. Again he was forced into an eternal isolation.
Eli - Haywood - Jessalyn
Nobody spoke to the pregnant girl for an entire hour. The travel had been decently long so far, and in addition to that, they had to travel one more hour in this dark realm. The men's grasp were loosening up, but still held the girl captive and unable to run away. If she decided to kick or scream, she would get a beating that may injure the child inside her. But the silence bored the black man, he liked to speak, he liked attention. Therefore, it was time for him and the girl to introduce themselves to each other.
"So, what's your name kid? An-" he was about to ask yet another question, when a confused look ran over his face. The group had stopped at what seemed a street. There It was a three way street, left, right, or straight on the path they had been going for a while. But the confusion wasn't because of their location, but because a thought came to mind about the girl that stood before him. "Why would a young kid like you be hangning out with a monster like Floyd? Huh? I was wondering the entire time before we saved you from him. I can't believe you actually slept with the guy and are currently having his child, Wow! That's insane. Haha. He forced you to didn't he? You were just his booty call. Anyhow, your safe now, you don't have to put up with his demands anymore. I knew Conlon way before the incident. Let me tell you, he......was......an......ASS! He didn't have any friends! What kind of person isolates themselves from all of society? Hahaha, a freak, that's who. Well, I sold him the cabin he used to live in. Can you believe it was in the middle of the woods? So weird. But that's what he gets isn't it? Being alone for so long doesn't get you anywhere. Not now, not before, not ever. That's why he's probably walker food by now. I shot him to protect you miss, don't think otherwise. Now were just waiting for our ride, we've got a camp a couple miles from here. We scout the area every night for survivors like yourself. We take them into our camp then..................." he paused. He had his arms up to his sides as if saying 'you already know what happens next'. "So yeah. You'll have a decent room to yourself, water, food. We supply all that, all you've gotta do is help us around camp. Then it's time for the businessmen to step in."
"Sir, your not suppose to talk about that to strangers remember" one of the men holding Jess spoke out.
"Oh crap, did it come out? Oh well, don't worry about it. She doesn't understand anyway, but let's not freak her out. But the main point of this chat is that you'll be safer with us and wont have to put up with the outside world anymore. You don't have to worry miss, were taking you to Haywood" he finished as suddenly, out of nowhere, a black van came out of the right road. Inside were the men from earlier, the ones that separated at the tracks. "Let's get going now, there's a lot of things to get done back at home" Eli instructed as his men forced Jessalyn into the van. After Eli himself got in, the van continued down the road in a straightaway, going left from their original path.
As much as he tried, as fast as he had ran, he didn't make it. He didn't even get to see her face, only her outline. Floyd had hit the ground faster than the bullet had grazed his leg. A decent amount of skin had been torn off of his thigh. It burned drastically, worse than Georgia's blistering sun rays. Her screams continued to travel the surface of his soul. It echoed through his eardrums as if she was still in grasp, but it had been about ten minutes since she was taken. Still on the ground, Floyd's eyes were dimming as timed passed, but his intention to save her wouldn't allow him to pass out. With his remaining strength, which was slim, he used his fist to push himself up. When he got on all fours, meaning his knees and hands, he noticed a figure heading his way. His blurred vision didn't let him capture the image fully, it was obscure. At first it seemed that it didn't have a stagger in its walk, it seemed......human. But once it got close enough to smell and visualize, it was a walker. Floyd tried to get up, but his leg went against his wishes, forcing him to involuntarily fall on his back. The walker tripped over the mud and fell on top of Floyd, attempting to much at his face. Floyd used his forearm to prevent such demise. His right forearm was placed on the walker's neck, preventing it from tilting its head forward and jerking its teeth into his face. In order to ensure survival, he pulled out his knife from the small sheath connected to his belt and stabbed the walker through the eye, reaching its brain.
From a distance, meaning, coming out of the woods, Floyd could hear an addition of multiple moans. The sound was getting closer to his location, meaning the walkers were most likely going to be crowding him soon. Floyd grunted in pain as he started dragging himself to the other side of the tracks. He was hauling the put-down walker with him, he had an idea that may ensure his survival. As he reached his destination, which really hadn't been but a couple feet from where he already lay, he used the bandanna hanging from his back pocket to tie it around his wound, to prevent further bleeding. It seemed a decent chunk of his skin and muscle might have been torn off by the bullet.
As the moans got closer and closer, Floyd used his knife to cut the walkers chest open. Its blood started pouring onto the ground. The black blood reminded him of the loneliness he'd endured and is still enduring. He splashed the blood with his hands, then basically bathing himself in it. He would use the walker's stench as camouflage. In addition to that tactic, he laid down and pulled the walker over his own torso, the walker now laying on top of him for extra cover. That's when walkers started exiting the woods. That gunshot and the screams probably called them here. The roamed around the tracks, not going anywhere, but just walking around the perimeter. One walker actually came two feet from Floyd, but just stared into space as its arms hung loosely from its shoulders. Floyd would have to stay like so until they decide to move on. Again he was forced into an eternal isolation.
Eli - Haywood - Jessalyn
Nobody spoke to the pregnant girl for an entire hour. The travel had been decently long so far, and in addition to that, they had to travel one more hour in this dark realm. The men's grasp were loosening up, but still held the girl captive and unable to run away. If she decided to kick or scream, she would get a beating that may injure the child inside her. But the silence bored the black man, he liked to speak, he liked attention. Therefore, it was time for him and the girl to introduce themselves to each other.
"So, what's your name kid? An-" he was about to ask yet another question, when a confused look ran over his face. The group had stopped at what seemed a street. There It was a three way street, left, right, or straight on the path they had been going for a while. But the confusion wasn't because of their location, but because a thought came to mind about the girl that stood before him. "Why would a young kid like you be hangning out with a monster like Floyd? Huh? I was wondering the entire time before we saved you from him. I can't believe you actually slept with the guy and are currently having his child, Wow! That's insane. Haha. He forced you to didn't he? You were just his booty call. Anyhow, your safe now, you don't have to put up with his demands anymore. I knew Conlon way before the incident. Let me tell you, he......was......an......ASS! He didn't have any friends! What kind of person isolates themselves from all of society? Hahaha, a freak, that's who. Well, I sold him the cabin he used to live in. Can you believe it was in the middle of the woods? So weird. But that's what he gets isn't it? Being alone for so long doesn't get you anywhere. Not now, not before, not ever. That's why he's probably walker food by now. I shot him to protect you miss, don't think otherwise. Now were just waiting for our ride, we've got a camp a couple miles from here. We scout the area every night for survivors like yourself. We take them into our camp then..................." he paused. He had his arms up to his sides as if saying 'you already know what happens next'. "So yeah. You'll have a decent room to yourself, water, food. We supply all that, all you've gotta do is help us around camp. Then it's time for the businessmen to step in."
"Sir, your not suppose to talk about that to strangers remember" one of the men holding Jess spoke out.
"Oh crap, did it come out? Oh well, don't worry about it. She doesn't understand anyway, but let's not freak her out. But the main point of this chat is that you'll be safer with us and wont have to put up with the outside world anymore. You don't have to worry miss, were taking you to Haywood" he finished as suddenly, out of nowhere, a black van came out of the right road. Inside were the men from earlier, the ones that separated at the tracks. "Let's get going now, there's a lot of things to get done back at home" Eli instructed as his men forced Jessalyn into the van. After Eli himself got in, the van continued down the road in a straightaway, going left from their original path.
Floyd - Business
Floyd looked directly into the single dangling light that weaved side to side like a rocking chair. His eyes became red, not only from the burning displeasure, but his mental and physical exhaustion. Slowly, he raised, his hand clenching his trench knife, which lost the knuckle guard after striking a large walker's cranium. His breath was as dilated as his stance. He noticed the dark figures that stood around the flashlight, there was definitely more than one person surrounding him. And he predicted correctly when all of a sudden, four more flashlights became active. All of them were pointed directly at Floyd, making him feel targeted and threatened, so he continued to take a defensive stance.
"C'mon Floyd, don't you remember me?" the first flashlight called out. Floyd's left eye then ticked as he attempted to figure out how this man knew his name. He tried to match the voice to the people he met at the track. The doctor maybe? No, it wasn't his voice. Could they be the raiders? But there was no way they knew who he was. Feeling the agitation of not knowing, Floyd barked. "Who the hell are ya?"
"I can't believe you don't remember me Floyd. Its me, your only friend, Eli!" the man said as a soft laughter followed. When 'Eli' started laughing, the other men surrounding Floyd put their weapons down, not on the ground, but let go of the trigger and let the machines hang by their shoulders. But to resume their little exchange - "I ain't got no friends" Floyd answered. Another soft laugh came from the dark skinned man, his appearance had become clear when the moon seemed to shine over the surrounding area. Even with his appearance visible and his entire character/persona evident, Floyd did not remember this person, not even as a visual learner did not recollect this person. "I can't believe you don't remember me Floyd. I helped you get started here in New Orleans. Do you remember that at least? I helped you buy that cabin. I can't believe you actually left it though? I thought you'd live there forever, even through this hell" Eli added. Then it clicked. Eli was the salesman that sold Floyd the cabin for a decent price, but he had nothing to do with him after that. Actually, a month or so after he sold Floyd the house, he vanished with his girlfriend. He had gone to Houston Texas or something, to visit family. He traveled like that after every sale he made, because the commission he got from a sale was over thirty percent. "What the hell do you want with me?" Floyd asked.
Eli's brow raised at Floyd's tone. "What's up with you man? Its like you've got somewhere to be? Do you? Because if you don't, me and my pals here have camp set up west of here. We have a couple more friends down there too. So how bout you come with us Floyd? If you stay out here you're most likely gonna die. You look like shit, you've got them following you huh? Tsk tsk. C'mon, get up" Eli said, walking up to Floyd, extending his hand out to him. He waited for Floyd to return the generosity, but instead, was faced with malevolence. Floyd slapped Eli's hand off of his face. "I don't need ya help. I've gotta go back, she's waitin' for me" he said, limping his way towards the track intersection behind the armed men. As he passed Eli, the dark skinned man turned around and seemed surprised. "Huh? She you say? Did you get married or something Floyd? Congrats man."
"It ain't like that" Floyd answered, not knowing why. He didn't need to explain anything to this man, he owed him nothing. "So its just a booty call huh? Hahaha! Didn't think you rolled like that Floyd, you never put up with anybody back in the day. Its weird that yo-"
"Shut ya damn mouth!"
"Oh, getting defensive aren't we?.............I'd help you, but its night, they're more active during this time. We also have to get back to camp, they're waiting for us to return. These men have wives you know. Well, some of them. But it doesn't matter does it. We've gotta go, you coming or not Floyd?"
With a huff, Floyd started to struggle and walk back down the tracks. He was going to return for Jessalyn because she was out there alone waiting for him, and from what he knew, she trusted everyone she met. That meant she trusted him as well. As much as he hated her gullibility, for some odd reason, he couldn't let her get hut. Even though it was for survival, she befriended him, regardless how he treated her. That reliability and trust would eventually get her killed one day, that's why Floyd would always object it harshly. That's also the reason Floyd didn't go with Eli, he was not trustworthy in any way. He was a businessman, that's all. If Floyd would have gone with him, eventually, he would have to pay him back for the 'generous housing' he would supply him. "You know where to find us if you change your mind Floyd, old pal!" Eli called out one last time, informing him that if he chose, he could join them, all he had to do was travel West, following the tracks.
As the armed men dissipated into the darkness that beheld the woods, it seemed that Floyd no longer had thoughts of running away. He was going to face the unknown, face his mistakes head on like a real man would. He thought of the event that unfolded, of the rage he showed Jessalyn, the insensitivity. His entire life he treated others the way his family treated him, but as he furthered down the tracks, he understood how unjust it was. Though he may not be able to change his ways, though he may not be able to take back what he'd done in the past, it was evident that he would not allow himself to be demised with the same fate as his parents. His entire being was filled with the same shades that fill the woods. It was a dark entity that clenched his heart, but as he now could see a figure in the distance, he felt that effigy exhaled. With some sort of push, he started to jog forward, exiting the previous limp he had. "Jess! Jess!........." he called out, breathing heavily in between each step. "JESS!" he called out yet again when all of a sudden, a bullet grazed the side of his leg, eventually leading him to fall to the ground immediately, landing in a puddle of mud that spread through the side of his body.
The bullet was shot by none other than Eli, the real-estate agent. Floyd looked up to see Jess in the distance, close enough to see them as well. Eli came up to Floyd and pulled his head up by his hair, then slamming his face against the hard ground. "Go ahead" Eli commanded, allowing one of his men to kick Floyd in the gut repeatedly. "So this is the girl Floyd fell in love with huh?" Eli taunted, laughing his ass off. "Look guys, he even got her pregnant, ha!" The businessman used his arm to signal his other men to capture the girl, she wouldn't be able to run fast enough to get away, she was pregnant after all. And within seconds, they caught her, using merely their arms to lock hers'. "Well Floyd, you should have accepted our offer, maybe this would have never happened, who knows? Anyhow-" Eli paused as he crouched to meet his level. "If you dare follow us now, I will have your head and feed it to the walkers, if they don't come and get you now." With one last kick to the face, Eli started off separating his group in two. He and the two men carrying Jess headed in one direction, while the rest of his men headed forty-five degrees in the other direction. Maybe the tactic was used to hid where their true haven was located. Was that the reason they were in the woods in the first place? Floyd thought they were hunting or lost, but it seems they had some sort of schedule or program. Were these the raiders from earlier?
Floyd looked directly into the single dangling light that weaved side to side like a rocking chair. His eyes became red, not only from the burning displeasure, but his mental and physical exhaustion. Slowly, he raised, his hand clenching his trench knife, which lost the knuckle guard after striking a large walker's cranium. His breath was as dilated as his stance. He noticed the dark figures that stood around the flashlight, there was definitely more than one person surrounding him. And he predicted correctly when all of a sudden, four more flashlights became active. All of them were pointed directly at Floyd, making him feel targeted and threatened, so he continued to take a defensive stance.
"C'mon Floyd, don't you remember me?" the first flashlight called out. Floyd's left eye then ticked as he attempted to figure out how this man knew his name. He tried to match the voice to the people he met at the track. The doctor maybe? No, it wasn't his voice. Could they be the raiders? But there was no way they knew who he was. Feeling the agitation of not knowing, Floyd barked. "Who the hell are ya?"
"I can't believe you don't remember me Floyd. Its me, your only friend, Eli!" the man said as a soft laughter followed. When 'Eli' started laughing, the other men surrounding Floyd put their weapons down, not on the ground, but let go of the trigger and let the machines hang by their shoulders. But to resume their little exchange - "I ain't got no friends" Floyd answered. Another soft laugh came from the dark skinned man, his appearance had become clear when the moon seemed to shine over the surrounding area. Even with his appearance visible and his entire character/persona evident, Floyd did not remember this person, not even as a visual learner did not recollect this person. "I can't believe you don't remember me Floyd. I helped you get started here in New Orleans. Do you remember that at least? I helped you buy that cabin. I can't believe you actually left it though? I thought you'd live there forever, even through this hell" Eli added. Then it clicked. Eli was the salesman that sold Floyd the cabin for a decent price, but he had nothing to do with him after that. Actually, a month or so after he sold Floyd the house, he vanished with his girlfriend. He had gone to Houston Texas or something, to visit family. He traveled like that after every sale he made, because the commission he got from a sale was over thirty percent. "What the hell do you want with me?" Floyd asked.
Eli's brow raised at Floyd's tone. "What's up with you man? Its like you've got somewhere to be? Do you? Because if you don't, me and my pals here have camp set up west of here. We have a couple more friends down there too. So how bout you come with us Floyd? If you stay out here you're most likely gonna die. You look like shit, you've got them following you huh? Tsk tsk. C'mon, get up" Eli said, walking up to Floyd, extending his hand out to him. He waited for Floyd to return the generosity, but instead, was faced with malevolence. Floyd slapped Eli's hand off of his face. "I don't need ya help. I've gotta go back, she's waitin' for me" he said, limping his way towards the track intersection behind the armed men. As he passed Eli, the dark skinned man turned around and seemed surprised. "Huh? She you say? Did you get married or something Floyd? Congrats man."
"It ain't like that" Floyd answered, not knowing why. He didn't need to explain anything to this man, he owed him nothing. "So its just a booty call huh? Hahaha! Didn't think you rolled like that Floyd, you never put up with anybody back in the day. Its weird that yo-"
"Shut ya damn mouth!"
"Oh, getting defensive aren't we?.............I'd help you, but its night, they're more active during this time. We also have to get back to camp, they're waiting for us to return. These men have wives you know. Well, some of them. But it doesn't matter does it. We've gotta go, you coming or not Floyd?"
With a huff, Floyd started to struggle and walk back down the tracks. He was going to return for Jessalyn because she was out there alone waiting for him, and from what he knew, she trusted everyone she met. That meant she trusted him as well. As much as he hated her gullibility, for some odd reason, he couldn't let her get hut. Even though it was for survival, she befriended him, regardless how he treated her. That reliability and trust would eventually get her killed one day, that's why Floyd would always object it harshly. That's also the reason Floyd didn't go with Eli, he was not trustworthy in any way. He was a businessman, that's all. If Floyd would have gone with him, eventually, he would have to pay him back for the 'generous housing' he would supply him. "You know where to find us if you change your mind Floyd, old pal!" Eli called out one last time, informing him that if he chose, he could join them, all he had to do was travel West, following the tracks.
As the armed men dissipated into the darkness that beheld the woods, it seemed that Floyd no longer had thoughts of running away. He was going to face the unknown, face his mistakes head on like a real man would. He thought of the event that unfolded, of the rage he showed Jessalyn, the insensitivity. His entire life he treated others the way his family treated him, but as he furthered down the tracks, he understood how unjust it was. Though he may not be able to change his ways, though he may not be able to take back what he'd done in the past, it was evident that he would not allow himself to be demised with the same fate as his parents. His entire being was filled with the same shades that fill the woods. It was a dark entity that clenched his heart, but as he now could see a figure in the distance, he felt that effigy exhaled. With some sort of push, he started to jog forward, exiting the previous limp he had. "Jess! Jess!........." he called out, breathing heavily in between each step. "JESS!" he called out yet again when all of a sudden, a bullet grazed the side of his leg, eventually leading him to fall to the ground immediately, landing in a puddle of mud that spread through the side of his body.
The bullet was shot by none other than Eli, the real-estate agent. Floyd looked up to see Jess in the distance, close enough to see them as well. Eli came up to Floyd and pulled his head up by his hair, then slamming his face against the hard ground. "Go ahead" Eli commanded, allowing one of his men to kick Floyd in the gut repeatedly. "So this is the girl Floyd fell in love with huh?" Eli taunted, laughing his ass off. "Look guys, he even got her pregnant, ha!" The businessman used his arm to signal his other men to capture the girl, she wouldn't be able to run fast enough to get away, she was pregnant after all. And within seconds, they caught her, using merely their arms to lock hers'. "Well Floyd, you should have accepted our offer, maybe this would have never happened, who knows? Anyhow-" Eli paused as he crouched to meet his level. "If you dare follow us now, I will have your head and feed it to the walkers, if they don't come and get you now." With one last kick to the face, Eli started off separating his group in two. He and the two men carrying Jess headed in one direction, while the rest of his men headed forty-five degrees in the other direction. Maybe the tactic was used to hid where their true haven was located. Was that the reason they were in the woods in the first place? Floyd thought they were hunting or lost, but it seems they had some sort of schedule or program. Were these the raiders from earlier?
Floyd - Pilot?
And it continued, along with his worn out knees, the darkness continued. Floyd raced through it though, facing it as if it were eternal. Not even his keen eyes could see through this shaded inferno, it seemed there was truly no end. He had battled against some of natures deformities, like needled branches and sharp rocks, cutting his legs and bare arms as he continued to burst through these woodlands. One couldn't decipher a tree from a walker or vice versa. There is no blooming sight in the pits of hell, but only eternal blindness. That was a quote his one benefactor had shared with him way before the apocalypse began. Since Floyd never argued the verdict of going to hell, the guy never did anything to prevent it. He'd done more bad things in his prime than he'd remember. But everything he did, right or wrong, was in order to ensure his survival. He didn't have regrets, not before, not now. So he continued to run, feeling the anxiety and his alienation by society. These walkers behind him were people before the virus spread. These people were the reason for his way of life, for his resentment and rage, for all his sin and misfortune, for the hatred shown towards him and his family.
It all started with his mother and her unfortunate decision. Floyd was who knows how old, but young. His mother and father would fight all the damn time, money this, money that. The farm needs upgrading, the farm needs to get burned down. It was like the bickering of an angel and a demon, or maybe, just two demons. One night, Floyd's mother never returned from her 'afternoon duties' as the father would call it. She was in charge of buying the groceries and food for the animals. They lived in a trailer, the farm was owned by Floyd's grandfather, who at the moment was very sick and needed help from his son - Floyd's father. Anyhow, that night, Floyd's mother never came home, not until the next morning where she was missing both the groceries and the money that was given to her in order to purchase them. "Where the fuck is the food woman?!" the father would yell. He looked like a walker at times, spit coming out his mouth like a tempest. And his eyes were always red, like a damn demon. Floyd always thought his father was possessed by Satan and wondered if he was a demon himself. The mother explained that she'd been robbed, that someone took her money and she tried to follow them so he wouldn't get mad at her. The alibi was bogus, it was obvious she had been sleeping with another person, she smelled like fancy cologne, like tidy whitie, self ejaculating, businessman cologne. Floyd didn't understand the situation at the time, but as he grew up, it made perfect sense. After his grandfather passed away, Floyd's dad moved out to the farm, in order to take care of it and work there. Floyd was forced to stay with his whore of a mother, one who didn't even want him around - well, neither of the parents really wanted to deal with him. The two blamed Floyd for their unfortunate divorce, so they beat him from time to time, to take away their own condemnation.
As a teen, he was forced to move in with his father when the mother passed away from a stroke - no one attended her funeral. His father was even worse than the mother, always drunk and reluctant to reality. Of course, he had Floyd help him in the farm, but for no sort of payment or reward. He had to do it, or he didn't eat. "Boy, if you don't get your sorry ass out ther' you ain't gettin' no dinner, ya hear?! SO GET WORKIN!!" the old man would yell, usually using his belt as an intimidation tool. It if wasn't the belt, then it was the horsewhip. Fuck that horsewhip. In addition to farming, the two would go out hunting, well, Floyd would go out hunting while the father would watch and wait from a distance. The food Floyd caught had to be given to his father to cook. Floyd knew how to skin a deer and everything, but he was never in charge of doing so. His father would do it and only give Floyd a portion of what 'he' had hunted down. People resented the entire family because of their human nature. School wasn't even in the picture. All that grammar and reading crap was useless, though Floyd was eventually taught to do it by one of the neighboring girls who ended up dying in a car accident as new roads continued being built. It was ironic because the the mayor at the time pushed for new roads in order to make travel more productive and safer. It obviously didn't work that way.
Dallas, Texas continued to urbanize, making many farmers convert to factories and selling their land to bigger organizations and companies. Since they were making hardly any profit by selling their crops, Floyd urged his ignorant father to sell the farm. "This is ya granddaddy's farm boy! Don't be stupid!" he would always respond in addition to whipping him. A year or two later, Floyd's father passed away, leaving the farm to him, which didn't make any sense at all, then again, who else did the old man have? But when joy hits, so does despair. Apparently, Floyd's father had been passed due on several bills. He wasn't paying off the farm and continued to push away any sort of notice referring to such situation. Eventually, tax collectors took the farm from Floyd's grasp, who was not given a single dime for it. All that he was left with was cattle, crops, and the old bobber his father had in the garage. They even took the horses, knowing they could make a profit from it. So Floyd made due with what he had, he sold the remaining cattle and crops, keeping the bobber for transportation. He then went from Dallas to New Orleans, ending up buying a small cabin in the nearby woods.
These woods were just like the present woods of the apocalypse, dark, damp, and frozen with lamenting pain. It was as if one was running forever, nowhere, but forever. It was and endless nightmare where one would wake up after they died. Floyd turned back and saw nothing, just black. He felt as if he had been running for hours, but surely it was merely minutes. Actually, he wasn't even running anymore, it was more of like a quick jog. The further he fell into the jet, the more silent the night became. This was a sign that the walkers had either lost his trail, or were too slow to catch up at this point. But Floyd couldn't risk his luck, so he continued on, until not even he could hear his own steps.
A mile or so later, his legs could no longer go. He walked up a little until the numbness of his feet made him drop like a potato bag. He gasped for air rapidly like a dog with rabies. He lay there looking at the ground as his hair damped over his entire face. He looked back once again and not a sound was heard, not a sight was seen. It wasn't day yet, but from the horizon, the sun was definitely rising. He didn't even get to rest until now, it had been an overwhelming day. But it wasn't over.
Suddenly, a flash of light shined directly on Floyd's face, blinding him yet again, this time, literally. When one becomes accustomed to darkness, seeing the light will burn the eyesight. Floyd didn't speak though, he currently didn't have the energy nor the intention. "You alright there stranger?" a voice called out, but whose was it?
And it continued, along with his worn out knees, the darkness continued. Floyd raced through it though, facing it as if it were eternal. Not even his keen eyes could see through this shaded inferno, it seemed there was truly no end. He had battled against some of natures deformities, like needled branches and sharp rocks, cutting his legs and bare arms as he continued to burst through these woodlands. One couldn't decipher a tree from a walker or vice versa. There is no blooming sight in the pits of hell, but only eternal blindness. That was a quote his one benefactor had shared with him way before the apocalypse began. Since Floyd never argued the verdict of going to hell, the guy never did anything to prevent it. He'd done more bad things in his prime than he'd remember. But everything he did, right or wrong, was in order to ensure his survival. He didn't have regrets, not before, not now. So he continued to run, feeling the anxiety and his alienation by society. These walkers behind him were people before the virus spread. These people were the reason for his way of life, for his resentment and rage, for all his sin and misfortune, for the hatred shown towards him and his family.
It all started with his mother and her unfortunate decision. Floyd was who knows how old, but young. His mother and father would fight all the damn time, money this, money that. The farm needs upgrading, the farm needs to get burned down. It was like the bickering of an angel and a demon, or maybe, just two demons. One night, Floyd's mother never returned from her 'afternoon duties' as the father would call it. She was in charge of buying the groceries and food for the animals. They lived in a trailer, the farm was owned by Floyd's grandfather, who at the moment was very sick and needed help from his son - Floyd's father. Anyhow, that night, Floyd's mother never came home, not until the next morning where she was missing both the groceries and the money that was given to her in order to purchase them. "Where the fuck is the food woman?!" the father would yell. He looked like a walker at times, spit coming out his mouth like a tempest. And his eyes were always red, like a damn demon. Floyd always thought his father was possessed by Satan and wondered if he was a demon himself. The mother explained that she'd been robbed, that someone took her money and she tried to follow them so he wouldn't get mad at her. The alibi was bogus, it was obvious she had been sleeping with another person, she smelled like fancy cologne, like tidy whitie, self ejaculating, businessman cologne. Floyd didn't understand the situation at the time, but as he grew up, it made perfect sense. After his grandfather passed away, Floyd's dad moved out to the farm, in order to take care of it and work there. Floyd was forced to stay with his whore of a mother, one who didn't even want him around - well, neither of the parents really wanted to deal with him. The two blamed Floyd for their unfortunate divorce, so they beat him from time to time, to take away their own condemnation.
As a teen, he was forced to move in with his father when the mother passed away from a stroke - no one attended her funeral. His father was even worse than the mother, always drunk and reluctant to reality. Of course, he had Floyd help him in the farm, but for no sort of payment or reward. He had to do it, or he didn't eat. "Boy, if you don't get your sorry ass out ther' you ain't gettin' no dinner, ya hear?! SO GET WORKIN!!" the old man would yell, usually using his belt as an intimidation tool. It if wasn't the belt, then it was the horsewhip. Fuck that horsewhip. In addition to farming, the two would go out hunting, well, Floyd would go out hunting while the father would watch and wait from a distance. The food Floyd caught had to be given to his father to cook. Floyd knew how to skin a deer and everything, but he was never in charge of doing so. His father would do it and only give Floyd a portion of what 'he' had hunted down. People resented the entire family because of their human nature. School wasn't even in the picture. All that grammar and reading crap was useless, though Floyd was eventually taught to do it by one of the neighboring girls who ended up dying in a car accident as new roads continued being built. It was ironic because the the mayor at the time pushed for new roads in order to make travel more productive and safer. It obviously didn't work that way.
Dallas, Texas continued to urbanize, making many farmers convert to factories and selling their land to bigger organizations and companies. Since they were making hardly any profit by selling their crops, Floyd urged his ignorant father to sell the farm. "This is ya granddaddy's farm boy! Don't be stupid!" he would always respond in addition to whipping him. A year or two later, Floyd's father passed away, leaving the farm to him, which didn't make any sense at all, then again, who else did the old man have? But when joy hits, so does despair. Apparently, Floyd's father had been passed due on several bills. He wasn't paying off the farm and continued to push away any sort of notice referring to such situation. Eventually, tax collectors took the farm from Floyd's grasp, who was not given a single dime for it. All that he was left with was cattle, crops, and the old bobber his father had in the garage. They even took the horses, knowing they could make a profit from it. So Floyd made due with what he had, he sold the remaining cattle and crops, keeping the bobber for transportation. He then went from Dallas to New Orleans, ending up buying a small cabin in the nearby woods.
These woods were just like the present woods of the apocalypse, dark, damp, and frozen with lamenting pain. It was as if one was running forever, nowhere, but forever. It was and endless nightmare where one would wake up after they died. Floyd turned back and saw nothing, just black. He felt as if he had been running for hours, but surely it was merely minutes. Actually, he wasn't even running anymore, it was more of like a quick jog. The further he fell into the jet, the more silent the night became. This was a sign that the walkers had either lost his trail, or were too slow to catch up at this point. But Floyd couldn't risk his luck, so he continued on, until not even he could hear his own steps.
A mile or so later, his legs could no longer go. He walked up a little until the numbness of his feet made him drop like a potato bag. He gasped for air rapidly like a dog with rabies. He lay there looking at the ground as his hair damped over his entire face. He looked back once again and not a sound was heard, not a sight was seen. It wasn't day yet, but from the horizon, the sun was definitely rising. He didn't even get to rest until now, it had been an overwhelming day. But it wasn't over.
Suddenly, a flash of light shined directly on Floyd's face, blinding him yet again, this time, literally. When one becomes accustomed to darkness, seeing the light will burn the eyesight. Floyd didn't speak though, he currently didn't have the energy nor the intention. "You alright there stranger?" a voice called out, but whose was it?
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