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Floyd - Catacombs - Katie
Once the girl objected to knowing where the girl was, Floyd couldn't help but feel there wasn't a girl. This was a six year old girl, little children always made up crap, especially imaginary friends and shit. But the fact that Katie didn't know where the girl was, then she was basically un-helplful. Floyd started walking back and forth, getting angered and frustrated that he no longer had a lead to finding the 'girl'.
Suddenly, the little child started to rant about her feelings and emotions. She spoke about her father's neglectfulness and inattentiveness. In all honesty, Floyd didn't care much for the child's overall feelings. He didn't know her, nor was he her friend or bound to her in any way. But he understood that she was being abruptly put down by these acts of encasement. She was like a bird locked in its birdcage. Apparently, she had never seen the light of day, or something of the sort. Floyd sat on the counter and watched her in silence. He listened to everything she had to say, waiting for a chance to speak - which never came.
The entire situation changed when voices could be heard from the hallways. Since Floyd wasn't close enough to the door, he couldn't only hear some words. Therefore, he couldn't make sense of the raider's conversation. Though once the girl turned, she had seemed to understand exactly what they were saying, except for one thing. She asked Floyd what the word 'fuck' meant. For a second, Floyd became startled by the sudden question. Such a little girl already cursing like a grown woman, what were the odds. Floyd starred at her with his squinting eyes, blood now cleared off his face.
This world didn't only change adults, it changed the next generation of people. This girl hadn't seemed to yet experience the outside world, yet she attained their effects. She was growing faster than what one as a parent would desire. Floyd himself never had the thought of building a family, it was too much a responsibility to him in addition to it being very challenging. Protecting them under the circumstances he lived in back in the day wouldn't have sufficed. His children would have mostly died in the mother's womb. So to make sure this little girl didn't think him anything of the sort, Floyd was going to answer his question how he would anybody else, treating this girl like a grown up.
"The word 'fuck' basically means 'go screw yaself'. So when sumbody doesn't let ya go outside like ya want, say 'fuck you, ya simple minded piece of shit'. That's what I say, and let me tell ya, it works like a charm. Don't let these pirates mess with ya, cuz they know if they do, ya daddy'll kick their ass. In this place ya seem to be like a little queen, use that power. Personally, I hate you Yankees, each and every single one of ya, but I ain't got nowhere to go ya see" Floyd said, grunting as he stood from the counter.
"Now, I need to get a change of clothes. Do ya know where I can get some?" he finished, hoping to give this girl a little company. Though he thought he didn't care and knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't help but feel how she felt. She was a lonely child, just like Floyd back in his time. She was feeling the same effects he was, abandonment. Therefore, in an odd way, they were connected by some sort of fate, or something like that. It was all shit anyway.
Once the girl objected to knowing where the girl was, Floyd couldn't help but feel there wasn't a girl. This was a six year old girl, little children always made up crap, especially imaginary friends and shit. But the fact that Katie didn't know where the girl was, then she was basically un-helplful. Floyd started walking back and forth, getting angered and frustrated that he no longer had a lead to finding the 'girl'.
Suddenly, the little child started to rant about her feelings and emotions. She spoke about her father's neglectfulness and inattentiveness. In all honesty, Floyd didn't care much for the child's overall feelings. He didn't know her, nor was he her friend or bound to her in any way. But he understood that she was being abruptly put down by these acts of encasement. She was like a bird locked in its birdcage. Apparently, she had never seen the light of day, or something of the sort. Floyd sat on the counter and watched her in silence. He listened to everything she had to say, waiting for a chance to speak - which never came.
The entire situation changed when voices could be heard from the hallways. Since Floyd wasn't close enough to the door, he couldn't only hear some words. Therefore, he couldn't make sense of the raider's conversation. Though once the girl turned, she had seemed to understand exactly what they were saying, except for one thing. She asked Floyd what the word 'fuck' meant. For a second, Floyd became startled by the sudden question. Such a little girl already cursing like a grown woman, what were the odds. Floyd starred at her with his squinting eyes, blood now cleared off his face.
This world didn't only change adults, it changed the next generation of people. This girl hadn't seemed to yet experience the outside world, yet she attained their effects. She was growing faster than what one as a parent would desire. Floyd himself never had the thought of building a family, it was too much a responsibility to him in addition to it being very challenging. Protecting them under the circumstances he lived in back in the day wouldn't have sufficed. His children would have mostly died in the mother's womb. So to make sure this little girl didn't think him anything of the sort, Floyd was going to answer his question how he would anybody else, treating this girl like a grown up.
"The word 'fuck' basically means 'go screw yaself'. So when sumbody doesn't let ya go outside like ya want, say 'fuck you, ya simple minded piece of shit'. That's what I say, and let me tell ya, it works like a charm. Don't let these pirates mess with ya, cuz they know if they do, ya daddy'll kick their ass. In this place ya seem to be like a little queen, use that power. Personally, I hate you Yankees, each and every single one of ya, but I ain't got nowhere to go ya see" Floyd said, grunting as he stood from the counter.
"Now, I need to get a change of clothes. Do ya know where I can get some?" he finished, hoping to give this girl a little company. Though he thought he didn't care and knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't help but feel how she felt. She was a lonely child, just like Floyd back in his time. She was feeling the same effects he was, abandonment. Therefore, in an odd way, they were connected by some sort of fate, or something like that. It was all shit anyway.
Floyd - Catacomb's Washroom - Katie
Her comments caused Floyd to reveal a faint smile, one he hadn't shown anyone in a while. The little girl's actions seemed so fake, like if she were in a dramatic play or something. When her hand came upon her forehead, Floyd turned his head to hide the unbelievable joy on his face. The little things were the ones that made the most for Floyd. Even before the outbreak, the redneck didn't smile much unless the radio people made jokes. He didn't interact much with others, nor had any bonds with anyone, not even with God. He was basically the lone wolf that roamed the country side merely to stay alive. Though he had a home, a bed, and food, he still had those survival instincts, the ones now have merely upgraded.
Anyhow, as the girl started to bluntly comment on his stench and appearance, Floyd couldn't help but to respond. "Little girl, ya don't nuthin bout stinky" he commented as she started to pull him along. He was referring to the odor of many walkers. Their decayed bodies reeked even worse that Floyd at the moment, especially when there was a hoard of them. Some people watch out for walkers, Floyd sniffs them out before they appear.
As they arrived at the communities washroom, Floyd watched the little girl attend to him. She seemed to be very motherly, probably acting as though Floyd was one of her dolls or something. Suddenly she pulled his shirt and made him bend down to her height. She started applying the wet towel all over his face and neck, removing the dried up blood. "I ain'tcha boy-toy girl" he commented as she continued to wash him down.
She then started to rant about randomness, but one thing definitely caught Floyd's ear. "Wait! What'd ya just say?" he asked her, reassuring that what he heard was correct. "What's this bout a girl? What girl? Was she pregnant? Can ya take me to her?!" he asked in a loud whisper. His neutral voice was like that though, in addition to raspy. He had completely ignored every question she had asked him, it wasn't much important to him right now. "C'mon kid, take me to the girl" he instructed, fixing his shirt as he straightened up. He feared the worst at this point, knowing what 'Tyler' was doing to these women. He remembered what the blonde woman at the train tracks had told him about these raiders. Floyd got himself into something he could have avoided in the first place. If he would of just walked away from that skeleton man everything would have been the same, or at least, somewhat the same.
Her comments caused Floyd to reveal a faint smile, one he hadn't shown anyone in a while. The little girl's actions seemed so fake, like if she were in a dramatic play or something. When her hand came upon her forehead, Floyd turned his head to hide the unbelievable joy on his face. The little things were the ones that made the most for Floyd. Even before the outbreak, the redneck didn't smile much unless the radio people made jokes. He didn't interact much with others, nor had any bonds with anyone, not even with God. He was basically the lone wolf that roamed the country side merely to stay alive. Though he had a home, a bed, and food, he still had those survival instincts, the ones now have merely upgraded.
Anyhow, as the girl started to bluntly comment on his stench and appearance, Floyd couldn't help but to respond. "Little girl, ya don't nuthin bout stinky" he commented as she started to pull him along. He was referring to the odor of many walkers. Their decayed bodies reeked even worse that Floyd at the moment, especially when there was a hoard of them. Some people watch out for walkers, Floyd sniffs them out before they appear.
As they arrived at the communities washroom, Floyd watched the little girl attend to him. She seemed to be very motherly, probably acting as though Floyd was one of her dolls or something. Suddenly she pulled his shirt and made him bend down to her height. She started applying the wet towel all over his face and neck, removing the dried up blood. "I ain'tcha boy-toy girl" he commented as she continued to wash him down.
She then started to rant about randomness, but one thing definitely caught Floyd's ear. "Wait! What'd ya just say?" he asked her, reassuring that what he heard was correct. "What's this bout a girl? What girl? Was she pregnant? Can ya take me to her?!" he asked in a loud whisper. His neutral voice was like that though, in addition to raspy. He had completely ignored every question she had asked him, it wasn't much important to him right now. "C'mon kid, take me to the girl" he instructed, fixing his shirt as he straightened up. He feared the worst at this point, knowing what 'Tyler' was doing to these women. He remembered what the blonde woman at the train tracks had told him about these raiders. Floyd got himself into something he could have avoided in the first place. If he would of just walked away from that skeleton man everything would have been the same, or at least, somewhat the same.
Floyd - Catacombs - Katie
The dirty redneck stared down the giant, watching him escape from sight with Harley. A small trail of blood drops followed the two men to wherever they were headed. Must have been Harley's broken nose or something. Floyd couldn't believe he was left alone and trusted to do as Bull said. Why in the world would he not use this time to escape? But it was true, what could he do? Even is he were able to get his hands on the guns spoken of, there was no way he would be able to take down every raider he met on the escape. He would be confronted and killed for treason, a treason he never desired to be tied into.
Knowing he had no other choice, Floyd turned to the child who still held to his leg. He could see the tears run down her cheeks like rainfall. Her tears were soaking his cargo pants. In attempt to calm her, the redneck placed his rough hand on her head. "Calm down kid, these are ma gud pants" he joked without a smile. Then he released himself from her grasp and walked in front of her. "Now, let's get ya to your room" he continued. He waited to follow her, patiently, but irritated at his situation. "Anyway, why're ya runnin round down here all on ya own? Your like five, you should stay in ya room, this ain't no place for a kid."
Floyd then wiped his mouth with his forearm, trying to remove the dried up blood. He couldn't use his tank because it may be infected. "Do ya know where I can get changed by any chance?" he asked the little girl as he started down a random hallway. "Let's get goin" he called out to her, pretty positive he was going the right way.
Haywood Guards - The Road - Tyler/Brad/Raiders
Sam and Elliot made their way back to the black van. They watched as Tyler's men unloaded the cargo supplies and placed them on the 'line'. Robert could see the raider's faces full of question and doubt. It seemed that this rash change of the ordinary caused them to become startled, they seemed to be taking more precaution of what they were doing. At the same time, Tyler was becoming inpatient, something Robert feared. This could lead to an impulsive fire fight.
As the raider's leader instructed them to open up the van, Robert understood he had no other choice. It would come down to Jess at this point. If she did not succeed in killing Tyler now, it would most likely cost, not only her own life, but the life of many Haywood guards. Slowly and gently, the slid the van's door open, allowing the sunshine to peak through steadily. This light might have blinded Jess, but only momentarily as Robert extended his hand to hers.
He took her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "Its time. Now or never" he whispered to her, acting as though he was forcing her to him. Merely acting, Robert rushed her out of the van, pushing her along towards the white line. "Here's the girl Tyler, just as described!" he yelled across to him. He began to take her towards the 'line', in the meantime, having his men begin loading the supplies. "Get the knife ready" he whispered yet again to Jess. As he took her forward, he looked to his sides, right and left, licking his bottom lip. This was the sign that everything was about to go down.
The men in the woods raised their guns, walking closer to the street without hurry. They didn't want to step on any branches and make an echoing noise across their location. If they did, Tyler would surely know something was up, more than what was already occurring of course. He wasn't a stupid man, maybe just ignorant, thinking nobody could take his organization down. They took down Bruce Levi, this was just another pest to remove from this new earth.
The dirty redneck stared down the giant, watching him escape from sight with Harley. A small trail of blood drops followed the two men to wherever they were headed. Must have been Harley's broken nose or something. Floyd couldn't believe he was left alone and trusted to do as Bull said. Why in the world would he not use this time to escape? But it was true, what could he do? Even is he were able to get his hands on the guns spoken of, there was no way he would be able to take down every raider he met on the escape. He would be confronted and killed for treason, a treason he never desired to be tied into.
Knowing he had no other choice, Floyd turned to the child who still held to his leg. He could see the tears run down her cheeks like rainfall. Her tears were soaking his cargo pants. In attempt to calm her, the redneck placed his rough hand on her head. "Calm down kid, these are ma gud pants" he joked without a smile. Then he released himself from her grasp and walked in front of her. "Now, let's get ya to your room" he continued. He waited to follow her, patiently, but irritated at his situation. "Anyway, why're ya runnin round down here all on ya own? Your like five, you should stay in ya room, this ain't no place for a kid."
Floyd then wiped his mouth with his forearm, trying to remove the dried up blood. He couldn't use his tank because it may be infected. "Do ya know where I can get changed by any chance?" he asked the little girl as he started down a random hallway. "Let's get goin" he called out to her, pretty positive he was going the right way.
Haywood Guards - The Road - Tyler/Brad/Raiders
Sam and Elliot made their way back to the black van. They watched as Tyler's men unloaded the cargo supplies and placed them on the 'line'. Robert could see the raider's faces full of question and doubt. It seemed that this rash change of the ordinary caused them to become startled, they seemed to be taking more precaution of what they were doing. At the same time, Tyler was becoming inpatient, something Robert feared. This could lead to an impulsive fire fight.
As the raider's leader instructed them to open up the van, Robert understood he had no other choice. It would come down to Jess at this point. If she did not succeed in killing Tyler now, it would most likely cost, not only her own life, but the life of many Haywood guards. Slowly and gently, the slid the van's door open, allowing the sunshine to peak through steadily. This light might have blinded Jess, but only momentarily as Robert extended his hand to hers.
He took her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "Its time. Now or never" he whispered to her, acting as though he was forcing her to him. Merely acting, Robert rushed her out of the van, pushing her along towards the white line. "Here's the girl Tyler, just as described!" he yelled across to him. He began to take her towards the 'line', in the meantime, having his men begin loading the supplies. "Get the knife ready" he whispered yet again to Jess. As he took her forward, he looked to his sides, right and left, licking his bottom lip. This was the sign that everything was about to go down.
The men in the woods raised their guns, walking closer to the street without hurry. They didn't want to step on any branches and make an echoing noise across their location. If they did, Tyler would surely know something was up, more than what was already occurring of course. He wasn't a stupid man, maybe just ignorant, thinking nobody could take his organization down. They took down Bruce Levi, this was just another pest to remove from this new earth.
Floyd - Underground - Katie/Bull/Random Raider
As Floyd followed Bull, the sound of fear came crawling down the halls. A little girls yell echoed through the rough-patched pavement walls. Floyd turned to Bull to see if he fluttered at the noise. The giant golem didn't even seem to notice such a faint sound until it appeared. Due to Floyd's excessive experience in the hunt, his senses have become sharper than most. As the screech got louder, Floyd noticed two sets of footsteps. One made thick thumps, while the other was so light it was barely resounding. Floyd quickly dashed passed Bull's gravitational pull and walked faster towards the noise.
Suddenly, around the corner, a small child burst around the redneck's legs. "What th-" Floyd called out, noticing the child seemed frightened by whatever was coming. Floyd turned up, waiting for a beast to also reach him. In addition to the loud footsteps that approached, Floyd could hear the faint breathing. Whatever was coming was running out of breath following this poor kid. It all became silent when the beast throttled passed that wall into Floyd's intersection. The imaginary eye could see horns and black auras coming from that being. His teeth would seem like sharpened river rocks prepared to gash through ones neck. It looked as if flies and maggots surrounded his body, hungry for the reeking odor of the demon. That's most likely how he appeared to this child.
Before coming forward, the girl begged for protection. Floyd couldn't help but see a familiar face in the child's. He wasn't about to lose yet another innocent person.
"Snot-nosed little bitch!" the man snarled and reached for her.
As the demon claw came forth the giant Bull blocked its path. Bull growled at the rat, angered by his actions. But Floyd couldn't let this go unnoticed. He went towards Harley, forcefully took the man by the arm and pushed him towards the wall - face first. Then he rushed forth and slammed his forearm to the back of the man's head, causing his nose to burst open against the wall. Blood poured from its nose as it tainted the walls in red, which at first seemed black. The man fell to his knee, enclosing his face with his palms. He grunted and cursed from the pain. Without noticing, Floyd seemed to have back away with the child still behind him. He looked fiercely at Bull, prepared to be attacked for breaking one of his men's nose. Floyd's rough-housed hand lay on the child's shoulder for protection. It basically informed her to stay behind him.
"Ya got sumthin you wanna tell me?!" Floyd snarled at Bull. He stood firmly on his two feet waiting for whatever was coming. He looked towards the fallen raider. "You had that comin!" he yelled at him. At this point Floyd believed he would once again get attacked and locked up for what he did. One could say he feared going back into that dark and empty quarter, others could say he was trying to prove that he deserved to be in the group, but that's for one to decide.
Robert/Haywood Guards - On the Road
The van's door opened due to all the ruckus that came from within. Robert, ex-Haywood guard, now known as the leader watched as Jess was calmed. It seems that she had some anxiety or stress related health problems. It was obvious this was no place for such a young girl, especially one that was carrying child. As one of the guards - Sam Nelson - made her comfortable, Robert handed Jess a small knife. The knife was big enough to puncture through a walker's skull, but small enough to remain hidden if necessary.
Of course, Robert did this after she had become stable. "We need you to take out Tyler.." he started, his face completely serious, not a single speck of superficial attitude at all. "If you can't do it I uner-" Robert started, cut off by the sound of a moving truck coming their way. "He's here.....be ready" he told Jess, all while Sam and the other men exited the van. They watched as the roaring sound of the loud engine busted through the woods. Robert looked to his sides to make sure his hidden men were there, but they were so hidden he couldn't see them.
Tyler's right hand man Brad suddenly started an outburst of yells. "What's with this, huh? What's the fucking deal?!" he yelled.
Robert, Sam, and the van driver stepped up. "We've decided that this will be the new trading ground between each other. It's basically the center-line between our two communities, so I figured it'd be more practical. Now, like always, we'll inspect the materials we've asked for, then you get to see the girl. Okay?...........Okay. Sam, Elliot, go ahead" Robert instructed, hoping they didn't ask why Eli wasn't the one managing the trade. It had always been him until now.
Elliot and Sam passed up Tyler and Brad, heading to the back of the truck. They looked inside, not taking much time. "It's all set!" Elliot called out as the two started back towards the van. Each of them had a pistol hidden underneath their shirts. At this time, Robert stepped back to the side of the van. Without anybody noticing, he knocked gently on the slide door, alerting Jess that it was time. They had only one shot, if not, this might turn into a massacre. "She's in here Tyler, like always" Robert called out, holding the slide-door's handle, waiting for Tyler to approach. It was now or never.
As Floyd followed Bull, the sound of fear came crawling down the halls. A little girls yell echoed through the rough-patched pavement walls. Floyd turned to Bull to see if he fluttered at the noise. The giant golem didn't even seem to notice such a faint sound until it appeared. Due to Floyd's excessive experience in the hunt, his senses have become sharper than most. As the screech got louder, Floyd noticed two sets of footsteps. One made thick thumps, while the other was so light it was barely resounding. Floyd quickly dashed passed Bull's gravitational pull and walked faster towards the noise.
Suddenly, around the corner, a small child burst around the redneck's legs. "What th-" Floyd called out, noticing the child seemed frightened by whatever was coming. Floyd turned up, waiting for a beast to also reach him. In addition to the loud footsteps that approached, Floyd could hear the faint breathing. Whatever was coming was running out of breath following this poor kid. It all became silent when the beast throttled passed that wall into Floyd's intersection. The imaginary eye could see horns and black auras coming from that being. His teeth would seem like sharpened river rocks prepared to gash through ones neck. It looked as if flies and maggots surrounded his body, hungry for the reeking odor of the demon. That's most likely how he appeared to this child.
Before coming forward, the girl begged for protection. Floyd couldn't help but see a familiar face in the child's. He wasn't about to lose yet another innocent person.
"Snot-nosed little bitch!" the man snarled and reached for her.
As the demon claw came forth the giant Bull blocked its path. Bull growled at the rat, angered by his actions. But Floyd couldn't let this go unnoticed. He went towards Harley, forcefully took the man by the arm and pushed him towards the wall - face first. Then he rushed forth and slammed his forearm to the back of the man's head, causing his nose to burst open against the wall. Blood poured from its nose as it tainted the walls in red, which at first seemed black. The man fell to his knee, enclosing his face with his palms. He grunted and cursed from the pain. Without noticing, Floyd seemed to have back away with the child still behind him. He looked fiercely at Bull, prepared to be attacked for breaking one of his men's nose. Floyd's rough-housed hand lay on the child's shoulder for protection. It basically informed her to stay behind him.
"Ya got sumthin you wanna tell me?!" Floyd snarled at Bull. He stood firmly on his two feet waiting for whatever was coming. He looked towards the fallen raider. "You had that comin!" he yelled at him. At this point Floyd believed he would once again get attacked and locked up for what he did. One could say he feared going back into that dark and empty quarter, others could say he was trying to prove that he deserved to be in the group, but that's for one to decide.
Robert/Haywood Guards - On the Road
The van's door opened due to all the ruckus that came from within. Robert, ex-Haywood guard, now known as the leader watched as Jess was calmed. It seems that she had some anxiety or stress related health problems. It was obvious this was no place for such a young girl, especially one that was carrying child. As one of the guards - Sam Nelson - made her comfortable, Robert handed Jess a small knife. The knife was big enough to puncture through a walker's skull, but small enough to remain hidden if necessary.
Of course, Robert did this after she had become stable. "We need you to take out Tyler.." he started, his face completely serious, not a single speck of superficial attitude at all. "If you can't do it I uner-" Robert started, cut off by the sound of a moving truck coming their way. "He's here.....be ready" he told Jess, all while Sam and the other men exited the van. They watched as the roaring sound of the loud engine busted through the woods. Robert looked to his sides to make sure his hidden men were there, but they were so hidden he couldn't see them.
Tyler's right hand man Brad suddenly started an outburst of yells. "What's with this, huh? What's the fucking deal?!" he yelled.
Robert, Sam, and the van driver stepped up. "We've decided that this will be the new trading ground between each other. It's basically the center-line between our two communities, so I figured it'd be more practical. Now, like always, we'll inspect the materials we've asked for, then you get to see the girl. Okay?...........Okay. Sam, Elliot, go ahead" Robert instructed, hoping they didn't ask why Eli wasn't the one managing the trade. It had always been him until now.
Elliot and Sam passed up Tyler and Brad, heading to the back of the truck. They looked inside, not taking much time. "It's all set!" Elliot called out as the two started back towards the van. Each of them had a pistol hidden underneath their shirts. At this time, Robert stepped back to the side of the van. Without anybody noticing, he knocked gently on the slide door, alerting Jess that it was time. They had only one shot, if not, this might turn into a massacre. "She's in here Tyler, like always" Robert called out, holding the slide-door's handle, waiting for Tyler to approach. It was now or never.
The novice ninja stood there silently in the dispersing mist. The precipitation was very dense at this point, making it sort of hard to keep a stable breathing pattern. Shiro held his blades already in the grasp of his hands. His fist clenched together as chakra embodies the very knuckle blades. He started to listen to his environment, but couldn't hear anything other than the neutral breeze.
That silence was interupted by Kuni's voice. Shiro thought she was an overall annoyance, well.........everyone annoyed Shiro, but hey. Anyhow, at this point, there was no point in making any abrupt comments. Shiro listened to what she had to say, nodding in agreement, but he had his own plan. "I'm heading that way" he instructed, pointing in the direction he planned to move. "We have to find our Sensei, so I think we can cover more ground if we separate" he whispered to her, making sure whatever enemy surrounded them couldn't hear.
"You should go in the opposite way. If you find anything, call out. We should be able to hear each other's voices through the forest echoes. Since its so silent, we'll hear anything at any time."
Shiro then jumped off the tree and fell to the dirt beneath him. He looked around, scanning the area before he started his own way. As he started in a light jog, he turned to Kuni to make sure she was also heading her own way. Separating may be dangerous, but at this point, what wasn't? In addition, they'd cover more ground, possibly finding their Sensei much faster than they would if they stuck together.
Haywood - Trade Route - Raiders
The van had been on the road for about ten minutes. For months the trade was done outside the gates of Haywood, but this day would be different. Since the acceptance of trade was shattered, the Haywood guards would finally be on the offensive. They've been planning this with Elijah for many months, nearly from the beginning of the trades. The plan was to drive to the center line of the two-way street that connected Haywood and the raider catacombs. They would then blockade that same street with about two vehicles, one of them being the black van that carried Jess. Of course, once Tyler's men drive up to the vehicles they won't be too happy because protocol would be altered. One of the guards, most likely Robert, would explain that they will no longer do trade outside of Haywood gates and this would be the new location where it should occur. He will probably say it was an order from Bruce Levi, though it obviously wasn't, but Tyler didn't know that.
Two other trucks would be hiding in the woods, the men prepared to ambush the parked raiders. They could possibly end Tyler's life then and there, making it easier to take down the catacombs later on. "Everyone gear up!' Robert called out to the men in the blockading trucks. He stood before the sliding door of the van, looking into the distance of the street, waiting for the raiders. The men in the woods were armed from head to toe. They had their assault rifles pointed and ready to fire, safeties off. Robert looked back at the truck, hoping the girl was okay in there. If anything went wrong, their first priority was to make sure she remained safe.
Floyd - Cell - Bull
As the giant rock golem opened the door of his cell, Floyd looked up to meet him. The redneck's eyes were squinting tightly because a sudden gleam of light that attacked. Floyd looked hopeless there on the ground, motionless and without words. A lot of prisoners whom have been left alone for a certain amount of time end up talking to themselves, Floyd was an exception. He never really desired conversation, he was a loner. Before the outbreak, all the conversation he listened to was via his radio. He was fond of acoustic music and soft rock. He hadn't listened to any music since he abandoned his cabin before the world went to hell. If he was given the chance to retrieve one thing from that day, he'd pick the radio.
Anyhow, the Bull's voice echoed loudly in that small cell. It sounded like grunts, but it could still be deciphered as English. It irritated Floyd how Bull thought they were friends or something. In all, Floyd didn't believe he had friends, he had an overall thought that there were no good people out there. He'd prefer staying away from others so that he wouldn't get attached to someone he'd later lose. It would fuck with his mind in some way or so he believed. But then, Floyd's ear turned to Bull's words as he asked him to join them.
"We'd like you to join us, man."
The man's hand was extended to take Floyd's. The thought of joining these pirates ran through Floyd's mind. He thought of all the outcomes and possible hazards joining them would bring. But also, he thought of what would happen if he didn't. Would he again face off in the arena against infinite amount of walkers? Would he be murdered for deciding not to join them? There was no way of knowing, the only thing Floyd did know was that if he joined them, he'd have a better chance of surviving. Not only that, but he may be able to escape this rotten place during night or something.
So with all set and done, Floyd took Bull's offer. He reached for the man's hand and helped himself up. "Ya got sumplace I can get cleaned up?" he asked the man in a near raspy-whisper. He still had that black undead blood all over his clothing and some on his face. The tray of food the raider-girl had provided him was empty. As much as he hated it, he didn't have a choice but to eat what was given to him. When people gave him things, Floyd thought he'd later owe them, but this situation was different. All he wanted to do was kill these people in cold blood, but only when the chance revealed itself.
The van had been on the road for about ten minutes. For months the trade was done outside the gates of Haywood, but this day would be different. Since the acceptance of trade was shattered, the Haywood guards would finally be on the offensive. They've been planning this with Elijah for many months, nearly from the beginning of the trades. The plan was to drive to the center line of the two-way street that connected Haywood and the raider catacombs. They would then blockade that same street with about two vehicles, one of them being the black van that carried Jess. Of course, once Tyler's men drive up to the vehicles they won't be too happy because protocol would be altered. One of the guards, most likely Robert, would explain that they will no longer do trade outside of Haywood gates and this would be the new location where it should occur. He will probably say it was an order from Bruce Levi, though it obviously wasn't, but Tyler didn't know that.
Two other trucks would be hiding in the woods, the men prepared to ambush the parked raiders. They could possibly end Tyler's life then and there, making it easier to take down the catacombs later on. "Everyone gear up!' Robert called out to the men in the blockading trucks. He stood before the sliding door of the van, looking into the distance of the street, waiting for the raiders. The men in the woods were armed from head to toe. They had their assault rifles pointed and ready to fire, safeties off. Robert looked back at the truck, hoping the girl was okay in there. If anything went wrong, their first priority was to make sure she remained safe.
Floyd - Cell - Bull
As the giant rock golem opened the door of his cell, Floyd looked up to meet him. The redneck's eyes were squinting tightly because a sudden gleam of light that attacked. Floyd looked hopeless there on the ground, motionless and without words. A lot of prisoners whom have been left alone for a certain amount of time end up talking to themselves, Floyd was an exception. He never really desired conversation, he was a loner. Before the outbreak, all the conversation he listened to was via his radio. He was fond of acoustic music and soft rock. He hadn't listened to any music since he abandoned his cabin before the world went to hell. If he was given the chance to retrieve one thing from that day, he'd pick the radio.
Anyhow, the Bull's voice echoed loudly in that small cell. It sounded like grunts, but it could still be deciphered as English. It irritated Floyd how Bull thought they were friends or something. In all, Floyd didn't believe he had friends, he had an overall thought that there were no good people out there. He'd prefer staying away from others so that he wouldn't get attached to someone he'd later lose. It would fuck with his mind in some way or so he believed. But then, Floyd's ear turned to Bull's words as he asked him to join them.
"We'd like you to join us, man."
The man's hand was extended to take Floyd's. The thought of joining these pirates ran through Floyd's mind. He thought of all the outcomes and possible hazards joining them would bring. But also, he thought of what would happen if he didn't. Would he again face off in the arena against infinite amount of walkers? Would he be murdered for deciding not to join them? There was no way of knowing, the only thing Floyd did know was that if he joined them, he'd have a better chance of surviving. Not only that, but he may be able to escape this rotten place during night or something.
So with all set and done, Floyd took Bull's offer. He reached for the man's hand and helped himself up. "Ya got sumplace I can get cleaned up?" he asked the man in a near raspy-whisper. He still had that black undead blood all over his clothing and some on his face. The tray of food the raider-girl had provided him was empty. As much as he hated it, he didn't have a choice but to eat what was given to him. When people gave him things, Floyd thought he'd later owe them, but this situation was different. All he wanted to do was kill these people in cold blood, but only when the chance revealed itself.
Guards - Haywood - Jess/Rob
The guards near the gates waited patiently for the all clear. They knew what had been going on in the complex, but were instructed to remain at the gates till further notice. The gunshots had indeed phased them, but they weren't gonna disobey orders. As Rob spoke out, the guards again loaded their weapons and kept him in sight. "You shut your mouth. We were ordered to remain at the gates until told otherwise got it, so that's exactly what we'll do" one of the two guards exclaimed.
In the mean time, the guard that had aided Jess to her room had found someone that could help. An old man, one of Haywood's tenants, had some medical history. He was a registered nurse for the Red Cross back in his prime, but never really took it as a profession. The old man looked over the pregnant girl, checking her pulse and the temperature of her forehead. Her skin seemed really cool and clammy, her pulse weak and rapid. The old man moved quite slowly, but efficiently. He put one of the pillows that laid around under her legs. "You must keep her legs elevated" he informed the guard. Then he covered her with two thin blankets. "Check the medical supplies for Epinephrine, I need it."
"Right away!" the guard called out as he rushed towards the infirmary. The other guard just watched from the door without speaking.
The old man then turned to that door-guard. "What exactly happened out there son? Why would Bruce kill Eli? They were best of friends" the old man struggled to ask. He wasn't the only person confused, everyone was. The entire Haywood society had no idea why these events occurred. They were all asking the question, wondering if they should remain in the small town, or fade off and find somewhere else to live.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you sir. I just need you to take care of this girl right now okay?" the guard asked, not waiting for the old man to respond, rather have him focus on Jess.
As the medicine made its way back to the room, the old man wasted no time to act. He injected the syringe in her arm and administered the Epinephrine. "Now we wait" the old man muttered.
Suddenly the gates to Haywood were opened from the inside. There were only two gates in the entire colony. That one, and the other one in the opposite frontier. The other one lead to the cell building where Bruce's body lay dead. Anyhow, the front gates had been opened, the light of day seemed to shine on the two guards outside. "What the-" the guard nearest to the gates called out as he backed away from the gates. "Is it over?" he asked the guards that opened the boundaries of Haywood. "Yes, we've taken down the king. In the process, we lost Elijah as well."
"What?!! That motherf*cker! What now huh? Whose gonna run this place?"
"Calm down Jarrett! We'll figure it out later. Right now were mobilizing."
"Wait...." guard Jarrett paused as he turned to the other guard closest to Rob. His eyes were as wide as cantaloupes. "....So were going now? But isn't it too early for that? We haven't even planned anything out, we haven't told anybody anything, I mean-"
"Calm down kid!" the guard named Robert said, placing his hand on Jarrett's shoulder. "The trade was scheduled for this time, that's when we'll make the first strike. The issue is that the girl is in bad shape. I know we are putting her life on the line, but if we don't do this then Tyler will have time to retaliate. We take down that monster, take back our women, and return to rebuild Haywood. That's the plan! Got it! So both of you, and..........You! I don't know who you are, I've never seen you before, but if you know how to use a gun, then you're coming with us got it?" Robert asked, not waiting for the new guy (Rob) to respond. Jarrett and his partner started into the city, loading themselves into vehicles along with their rifles. They had three trucks, about five men in each.
Charlie, the guard that brought Jess the medicine was instructed to retrieve the girl and load her into the one van Haywood had. They had a plan, it was basically to raid Tyler's men during the trade and take the supplies, but keep Jess out of harm. They would make it seem as though the trade went as scheduled, but in the process, take out all the men and stand one step closer to taking down Tyler. Since Tyler never attended these trades, they would then assault Tyler's hideout. They knew it was dangerous, but if they didn't do it first and surprise these raiders, then they'd probably get attacked themselves for not following through with the trade.
"You can't move her, she's not in a good state, she should remain at bedside!" the old man stated, putting himself between the guard and Jess. "Sir I understand, but we need her now."
"But why? What are y'all gonna do with her?"
"Nothing sir, we just need to move her to a safer location, that's all. Now please step out of the way" Charlie instructed, picking Jess up and taking her to the van. He laid her down gently and then mounted the black vehicle himself. He knocked on the side of the van to let the driver know they were ready. Soon enough, the operation had begun.
The guards near the gates waited patiently for the all clear. They knew what had been going on in the complex, but were instructed to remain at the gates till further notice. The gunshots had indeed phased them, but they weren't gonna disobey orders. As Rob spoke out, the guards again loaded their weapons and kept him in sight. "You shut your mouth. We were ordered to remain at the gates until told otherwise got it, so that's exactly what we'll do" one of the two guards exclaimed.
In the mean time, the guard that had aided Jess to her room had found someone that could help. An old man, one of Haywood's tenants, had some medical history. He was a registered nurse for the Red Cross back in his prime, but never really took it as a profession. The old man looked over the pregnant girl, checking her pulse and the temperature of her forehead. Her skin seemed really cool and clammy, her pulse weak and rapid. The old man moved quite slowly, but efficiently. He put one of the pillows that laid around under her legs. "You must keep her legs elevated" he informed the guard. Then he covered her with two thin blankets. "Check the medical supplies for Epinephrine, I need it."
"Right away!" the guard called out as he rushed towards the infirmary. The other guard just watched from the door without speaking.
The old man then turned to that door-guard. "What exactly happened out there son? Why would Bruce kill Eli? They were best of friends" the old man struggled to ask. He wasn't the only person confused, everyone was. The entire Haywood society had no idea why these events occurred. They were all asking the question, wondering if they should remain in the small town, or fade off and find somewhere else to live.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you sir. I just need you to take care of this girl right now okay?" the guard asked, not waiting for the old man to respond, rather have him focus on Jess.
As the medicine made its way back to the room, the old man wasted no time to act. He injected the syringe in her arm and administered the Epinephrine. "Now we wait" the old man muttered.
Suddenly the gates to Haywood were opened from the inside. There were only two gates in the entire colony. That one, and the other one in the opposite frontier. The other one lead to the cell building where Bruce's body lay dead. Anyhow, the front gates had been opened, the light of day seemed to shine on the two guards outside. "What the-" the guard nearest to the gates called out as he backed away from the gates. "Is it over?" he asked the guards that opened the boundaries of Haywood. "Yes, we've taken down the king. In the process, we lost Elijah as well."
"What?!! That motherf*cker! What now huh? Whose gonna run this place?"
"Calm down Jarrett! We'll figure it out later. Right now were mobilizing."
"Wait...." guard Jarrett paused as he turned to the other guard closest to Rob. His eyes were as wide as cantaloupes. "....So were going now? But isn't it too early for that? We haven't even planned anything out, we haven't told anybody anything, I mean-"
"Calm down kid!" the guard named Robert said, placing his hand on Jarrett's shoulder. "The trade was scheduled for this time, that's when we'll make the first strike. The issue is that the girl is in bad shape. I know we are putting her life on the line, but if we don't do this then Tyler will have time to retaliate. We take down that monster, take back our women, and return to rebuild Haywood. That's the plan! Got it! So both of you, and..........You! I don't know who you are, I've never seen you before, but if you know how to use a gun, then you're coming with us got it?" Robert asked, not waiting for the new guy (Rob) to respond. Jarrett and his partner started into the city, loading themselves into vehicles along with their rifles. They had three trucks, about five men in each.
Charlie, the guard that brought Jess the medicine was instructed to retrieve the girl and load her into the one van Haywood had. They had a plan, it was basically to raid Tyler's men during the trade and take the supplies, but keep Jess out of harm. They would make it seem as though the trade went as scheduled, but in the process, take out all the men and stand one step closer to taking down Tyler. Since Tyler never attended these trades, they would then assault Tyler's hideout. They knew it was dangerous, but if they didn't do it first and surprise these raiders, then they'd probably get attacked themselves for not following through with the trade.
"You can't move her, she's not in a good state, she should remain at bedside!" the old man stated, putting himself between the guard and Jess. "Sir I understand, but we need her now."
"But why? What are y'all gonna do with her?"
"Nothing sir, we just need to move her to a safer location, that's all. Now please step out of the way" Charlie instructed, picking Jess up and taking her to the van. He laid her down gently and then mounted the black vehicle himself. He knocked on the side of the van to let the driver know they were ready. Soon enough, the operation had begun.
Bruce - Fallen King - Jessaly
Her nails were as sharp as knives, cutting in deep into his flesh. Her motions were just like a walker's, unbalanced, unsystematic. The gashing blood poured from his cheeks and writs, but Bruce remained motionless. He continued to apply pressure on her neck, attempting to diminish any morsel of breath the girl still possessed. He felt her tender neck tighten in defense to his grasp. Her heartbeat traveling up his arms, feeling every beat down his spine. He felt as though he was picking her off the ground, but it was merely the sensation of murder. She was so light that for a second, he lost sight of her, as if she faded like an empty cloud.
But once she returned, she struck him with punishment. Her foot traveled between his legs in a speed unknown. The force of impact thrashed every nerve in his eternal body, causing the king to collapse like a peasant. The situation was ironic because it seemed as though he was kneeling before Jess at this point, as if the king was bowing down to a prostitute. Though it seemed never-ending, the pain rushed out of his system within a fraction of a second. It was as though his intent - his demonic desire - exiled the discomfort of pain.
As the girl rushed towards the door, Bruce launched himself into a full-throttled bursting run. But as his hand came to her shoulder, a light blinded him mercilessly.
James 2:13
"For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy."
That light burned his skin like a rash, pushing him back into the darkness of the cell. He held his forearm to his face, preventing the light from incinerating his eyes. He felt a small flame commence in his abdomen, but in result, blood emerged in the shape of the fire. Another flame to the thigh, another to the shoulder. The embers stopped once the king fell upon his red water, putting out the furnace of pain. The light stopped burning, it actually looked peaceful and soothing to the eye. At this point, Bruce felt no pain, he just lay on the tainted wall, staring at the light. He had a smile on his face as though he was being awarded with beauty, but suddenly, that attraction was blocked by a figure. The small shadow stood between him and the light. Bruce reached out to move it, but his hands lay too far from its frame. His hands were waving side to side in attempt to remove the stain from the pure light of life. Bruce didn't hear any sound during this time, just a palliative hum. The blur did not move, instead, it multiplied. Two more shadows started to block the light, these were actually approaching Bruce. His heartbeat began to rise as his body started to shiver from the sudden frigid temperature. Still, he did not speak.
The two shadows stood next to him, Bruce turned from one to the other with his one good eye. The blur in his pupil still prevented him from making anything out of them. Once Bruce turned back to the light, he noticed something he hadn't. The lone shadow, the first blur had become synchronized with his vision. He started at the bottom of the shadow, slowly going up its physique. The shadow had the body of a woman, a pregnant woman. Her eyes glimmered even brighter than the light behind her. She was no longer a shadow, but light itself. Her stomach, round like the halo of an angel shined along side her very presence. When he recognized the being, he made sense of the situation. He lay on the cell wall and looked at his own body. He noticed the blood gushing form the bullet wounds. The puddle underneath him was gored in blood. The shadows that once stood on each side of him transformed into Haywood guards, both pointing their weapons at their king's head.
As the chill continued, Bruce finalized his return to reality. He knew for certain he would soon go into that good night, but raged, raged against the dying of the light. He was refusing to let himself die, but the cold breeze continued to maneuver its way through his inner soul. It froze all his systems, all his organs - kidney, lung, liver. He felt himself shutting down, his vision declining back to that blur once more. His jaw open as though he were about to say something, but his head dropped before words could be spoken. The cell room was then filled in silence.
Her nails were as sharp as knives, cutting in deep into his flesh. Her motions were just like a walker's, unbalanced, unsystematic. The gashing blood poured from his cheeks and writs, but Bruce remained motionless. He continued to apply pressure on her neck, attempting to diminish any morsel of breath the girl still possessed. He felt her tender neck tighten in defense to his grasp. Her heartbeat traveling up his arms, feeling every beat down his spine. He felt as though he was picking her off the ground, but it was merely the sensation of murder. She was so light that for a second, he lost sight of her, as if she faded like an empty cloud.
But once she returned, she struck him with punishment. Her foot traveled between his legs in a speed unknown. The force of impact thrashed every nerve in his eternal body, causing the king to collapse like a peasant. The situation was ironic because it seemed as though he was kneeling before Jess at this point, as if the king was bowing down to a prostitute. Though it seemed never-ending, the pain rushed out of his system within a fraction of a second. It was as though his intent - his demonic desire - exiled the discomfort of pain.
As the girl rushed towards the door, Bruce launched himself into a full-throttled bursting run. But as his hand came to her shoulder, a light blinded him mercilessly.
James 2:13
"For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy."
That light burned his skin like a rash, pushing him back into the darkness of the cell. He held his forearm to his face, preventing the light from incinerating his eyes. He felt a small flame commence in his abdomen, but in result, blood emerged in the shape of the fire. Another flame to the thigh, another to the shoulder. The embers stopped once the king fell upon his red water, putting out the furnace of pain. The light stopped burning, it actually looked peaceful and soothing to the eye. At this point, Bruce felt no pain, he just lay on the tainted wall, staring at the light. He had a smile on his face as though he was being awarded with beauty, but suddenly, that attraction was blocked by a figure. The small shadow stood between him and the light. Bruce reached out to move it, but his hands lay too far from its frame. His hands were waving side to side in attempt to remove the stain from the pure light of life. Bruce didn't hear any sound during this time, just a palliative hum. The blur did not move, instead, it multiplied. Two more shadows started to block the light, these were actually approaching Bruce. His heartbeat began to rise as his body started to shiver from the sudden frigid temperature. Still, he did not speak.
The two shadows stood next to him, Bruce turned from one to the other with his one good eye. The blur in his pupil still prevented him from making anything out of them. Once Bruce turned back to the light, he noticed something he hadn't. The lone shadow, the first blur had become synchronized with his vision. He started at the bottom of the shadow, slowly going up its physique. The shadow had the body of a woman, a pregnant woman. Her eyes glimmered even brighter than the light behind her. She was no longer a shadow, but light itself. Her stomach, round like the halo of an angel shined along side her very presence. When he recognized the being, he made sense of the situation. He lay on the cell wall and looked at his own body. He noticed the blood gushing form the bullet wounds. The puddle underneath him was gored in blood. The shadows that once stood on each side of him transformed into Haywood guards, both pointing their weapons at their king's head.
As the chill continued, Bruce finalized his return to reality. He knew for certain he would soon go into that good night, but raged, raged against the dying of the light. He was refusing to let himself die, but the cold breeze continued to maneuver its way through his inner soul. It froze all his systems, all his organs - kidney, lung, liver. He felt himself shutting down, his vision declining back to that blur once more. His jaw open as though he were about to say something, but his head dropped before words could be spoken. The cell room was then filled in silence.
Bruce Levi - Gullibility - Jessalyn
As Bruce became released, he felt the drought of resentment washed away. He felt her gentle, smooth hand on his rough cheek. That motherly warmth transferred to him as they touched. That small gesture made Bruce think for a second. But with an oversight of other thoughts, that little light of hope diminished. Jess then helped him to his feet, but she was blind to what was coming.
"Stupid woman!" he yelled, pushing her aside onto the wall. The pregnant teen's shoulder must have collided with the brick very harshly. That 'resentment speech' he had just given her was an addition to his lies. Bruce was a politician, with politics comes drama, a theatrical act. Bruce Levi was basically an actor who would always change his character to adapt. He used his ability to persuade and influence in order to morph his victim's thoughts. He had just performed act before Jess, making her fall desperately on his side. This sorrow she felt for him was part of his plan to escape. Bruce played her yet again, knowing she was gullible and using that weakness to his advantage.
"You're one stupid bitch you know?!" the mayor criticized, giving her a kick to her leg. "Do you really think I feel sympathy for these people?!" he asked, not waiting for a response. In the meantime, he took the chair and placed it underneath the door's knob, locking it from inside. The soldiers had no idea what was going on inside the cell room, they just figured the screams were from the punishment Bruce was getting.
Bruce then rushed to her and placed his palm against her mouth, keeping her silent. "I thank you for not killing me, but if I go out there, I'd get killed anyway. Even if you're to speak to them, to....to plea for my forgiveness, it wouldn't matter! I did those people wrong, I know I did, but I don't blame myself for it. I did what I had to do to survive. I helped them, but if they don't see it, then to hell with them!" His palm started to squish her face even tighter, now covering not only her mouth, but her nose. "I know I'm gonna die when I step out of this room, actually, if I don't, I still die, so fuck it! But before I die, I'll kill the only thing I really begrudge in this world, YOU! AND THAT DAMN CHILD!" he yelled, moving his hands to strangle her.
His scream alerted the guards, notifying them to open the door. The only problem was that the door was locked from inside, not only by the chair, but by the lock itself. The guards started to slam their shoulders against it, but no luck. They didn't want to shoot because they feared the pregnant teen would get hit by a ricocheted bullet. "Dammit! He must have gotten loose! Don't shoot, she may get hit, we don't know how far the bullets will go!"
"What if we just shoot the knob?" one of the guards asked the other. "Dammit, I don't know how these things work, I was just a gym teacher before this shit!"
As Bruce became released, he felt the drought of resentment washed away. He felt her gentle, smooth hand on his rough cheek. That motherly warmth transferred to him as they touched. That small gesture made Bruce think for a second. But with an oversight of other thoughts, that little light of hope diminished. Jess then helped him to his feet, but she was blind to what was coming.
"Stupid woman!" he yelled, pushing her aside onto the wall. The pregnant teen's shoulder must have collided with the brick very harshly. That 'resentment speech' he had just given her was an addition to his lies. Bruce was a politician, with politics comes drama, a theatrical act. Bruce Levi was basically an actor who would always change his character to adapt. He used his ability to persuade and influence in order to morph his victim's thoughts. He had just performed act before Jess, making her fall desperately on his side. This sorrow she felt for him was part of his plan to escape. Bruce played her yet again, knowing she was gullible and using that weakness to his advantage.
"You're one stupid bitch you know?!" the mayor criticized, giving her a kick to her leg. "Do you really think I feel sympathy for these people?!" he asked, not waiting for a response. In the meantime, he took the chair and placed it underneath the door's knob, locking it from inside. The soldiers had no idea what was going on inside the cell room, they just figured the screams were from the punishment Bruce was getting.
Bruce then rushed to her and placed his palm against her mouth, keeping her silent. "I thank you for not killing me, but if I go out there, I'd get killed anyway. Even if you're to speak to them, to....to plea for my forgiveness, it wouldn't matter! I did those people wrong, I know I did, but I don't blame myself for it. I did what I had to do to survive. I helped them, but if they don't see it, then to hell with them!" His palm started to squish her face even tighter, now covering not only her mouth, but her nose. "I know I'm gonna die when I step out of this room, actually, if I don't, I still die, so fuck it! But before I die, I'll kill the only thing I really begrudge in this world, YOU! AND THAT DAMN CHILD!" he yelled, moving his hands to strangle her.
His scream alerted the guards, notifying them to open the door. The only problem was that the door was locked from inside, not only by the chair, but by the lock itself. The guards started to slam their shoulders against it, but no luck. They didn't want to shoot because they feared the pregnant teen would get hit by a ricocheted bullet. "Dammit! He must have gotten loose! Don't shoot, she may get hit, we don't know how far the bullets will go!"
"What if we just shoot the knob?" one of the guards asked the other. "Dammit, I don't know how these things work, I was just a gym teacher before this shit!"
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