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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 9, 2013 0:37:22 GMT -8
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 17, 2013 7:29:41 GMT -8
*Merle was sitting in a pub.. or what was left over of it* It has been several days ago, since Merle was left-behind by the Atlanta group, chained like a dog on the rooftop full with walkers. Just because of this newbie, calling himself a sheriff (holy shit! As it would count to call yourself a sheriff these days...) and that nigger dropped the fucking key. God, how he was into beating the living daylights out of him! Merle tooks a bottle of Whisky from the bar, ignoring the groaning of the walker, which was chained on a barstool next to him. "Hey Dude, don't piss me off!", Merle said in a rough tone, while he knocked down the Whisky. Man, thankfully there was at least the alcohol in this doggoned world! With a disgusted face expression he looked over his shoulder. One of the walker guys was chained here. But why not pierced his fucking head..? Merles eyes watched a little tag on the walker's clothes. "Walter, huh?", Merle was mumbling to him. It seemed this one once was working here at the pub, probably it was the barkeeper himself... but who care's!? Walker is walker.. and meat is meat. The walker was getting more nervous minute by minute. He yanked at his chains and the groaning got louder. Suddenly the chain was clashing and the walker came near to Merle, only a hand away from his face. Startling Merle stood up from the chair. The Bottle with a rest of Whisky was shattered on the ground. At lightning speed Merle pushed his right arm's blade into the walker's head, smack-dab in the middle of his fucking brain. "I told ya not to piss me off, Shitface!" Merle jerked the blade out of the dead guy. He should have done this right from the start. "You drool over some living meat, huh?", he said, while washing up his blade on the dead guys' clothes. "But not with this guy, got it?" Merle was going to leave the pub for now. He had to find a car with enough gas on it, to turn his back on Atlanta.. watching out for his little brother, which still has to suffer the group of loosers. *Merle left the pub to Atlanta Downtown* |
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Post by unwrittentales on Nov 17, 2013 10:41:48 GMT -8
Joe
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It was a lovely evening in Atlanta City, which was dipped into a romantic shade of red by the rays of the setting sunlight. The wind sweeping through the streets of the city doesn’t bother Carlos at all. Only four months ago, he finished his law studies and had received three offers from prestigious law firms on the day before his official commencement exercises. At that time he seldom saw the daylight and at the most from his desk. Maybe that was a reason his former girlfriend left him during his toughest exams. But Carlos Miguel Santerra had not let him get down by this and finished his studies with Magna cum Laude and a new girlfriend. To be honest, he neglected his girlfriend during the first weeks of his “dream job”, too. But not today... together they took a beautiful dinner. One last time he looked down the street, before he hit his teeth in the still warm body of that former beauty queen and eagerly tore a large piece from her shoulder. A strange bang caused him to prick up his ears and his former girlfriend to fly back half a meter. A greedy moan escaped from the throat of the former lawyer. Then a bullet hit him just directly below his in former days so meticulously backcombed hair and ended his unholy existence. For the two young men that ran along the street, he was just another walker and definitely not their aim. They want to reach the “Walters”, an erstwhile pub whose barkeeper was chained behind the bar in some kind of a grim joke and who still guarded some fine booze... |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 17, 2013 12:01:05 GMT -8
In that moment Merle closed the door behind, again he realized that familiar groaning. It seemed to come from the street not far away.
Not again, he thought.
The groaning sound this time was accompanied by something else... it was the sound of feeding walkers. Only a few meters were between him and that two ugly walker-faces, gutting a former someone.
Merle tried to be as quiet as he could, cause he wasn't keen on joining that dinner. Just as he was about to leave from here, a loud shot let him cruise around. Another one followed.
Merle looked over his shoulder back to the walkers, which now were lying on the ground.. both knocked down by a headshot.
Before he could have used the chance to left, two survivors approached him.
Even now he only saw their silhouettes. Anyway he made himself ready to kick some butts.
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Post by unwrittentales on Nov 23, 2013 10:11:09 GMT -8
Joe
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Maybe they shouldn’t have fired their weapons, after all the streets of Atlanta where run down by this kind of freaks. On the other hand he wasn’t able to stand by and watch those shitfaces walking under god’s sun. With a flowing movement he inserted a fresh ammo clip into the gun, draw the slide of his Beretta and thereby let a new bullet come in the barrel. Since this creatures took over the city, they could never be too careful. The creaking sign above the entrance of the “Walters” roused him from his thoughts. At last the time had come, as he was waiting for his Long Island Ice Tea the whole ruddy day. His companion already entered the pub, as a strange shadow let him stop. Intuitively he tighten the grip of his weapon, as he slowly walked to the car behind which he was awaiting the next walker... |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 23, 2013 11:03:08 GMT -8
Merle looked up from the car he was hidden behind. If it wasn't that broken, it has been a great one to leave from here, Merle thought. A 'Porsche 959'. Hot stuff, man! But today it was just a junker... like everything else in town.
Merle watched the two persons approaching, as he suddenly identified one of them. He'd never thought to meet that nasty piece of work again. Not specially in these days...
"How you were able to survive this hell, you son of a bitch?", Merle sayed with a smirk on his face, while he came out of his ambush. He remembered the days with nine-finger-Joe, how he was called from all the other prisoners. Joe never told someone for what he'd been serving a stretch. Actually nobody knew if Joe really was his real name.
"So don't piss your pants, dude! It's just your old pal Merle."
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Post by unwrittentales on Nov 24, 2013 10:25:59 GMT -8
Joe
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All the nervousness and tension he had felt in the last moments broke out in a burst of laughing. He had counted with almost everything but to meet merle again here in Atlanta, was pretty much the last he would have expected. “Never thought to see you sliding on your knees, Pussy. Did they keep your balls in jail?” A smile played around his lips and slightly took the edge off his words. He had met Merle long time ago in jail, but at least since the days of the apocalypse he was sure to never meet one of the guys again. In short he examined his opposite. He knew Merle would give him a bullet between the eye brows if it would give him some advantages. That’s just the way it was back then in jail and now with all that things around the rule was for everyone. “Dug through all that crap on your own?” A little appreciation resonated in his voice. He wanted to take Merle to the Bar already, when he recognised the blade Merle had instead of his right hand. “Hey Buddy, how often have I told you to get a girl? Was to be expected that it falls off at some point as many times you have used it.” Without letting his former friend time to respond he continued. “Don’t know what’s up with you, but I really need a drink and I exactly know where to get it.” With a nod, he pointed to the “Walters” before he turned around and slowly walked towards the pub. |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 24, 2013 11:54:14 GMT -8
“Never thought to see you sliding on your knees, Pussy. Did they keep your balls in jail?”
"Yah yah, the same fucking bastard as in good old times...", Merle paid back with a shake of his head and a dirty grin on his lips. But holy fucking shit! It was a welcoming relief nowadays. It was one Thing to meet a survivor in the first place, but he'd never believe it could be an old pal like Joe. It let him remember the days in jail, when the world indeed wasn't a bed of roses, but not the hell it was today.
“Dug through all that crap on your own?”
Merle just answered with a shrug of his shoulders, as he realized the watch down his blade.
“Hey Buddy, how often have I told you to get a girl? Was to be expected
that it falls off at some point as many times you have used it... Don’t
know what’s up with you, but I really need a drink and I exactly know where
to get it.”
"Screw you, fucking butthead...", Merle mumbled around, while he was following Joe towards the pub. An amusing grin was showed on his lips though. Actually he was going to search for a car to leave, but based on the circumstances his little brother had to suffer the group of loosers even
one day longer.
"Incidentally you've to serve your milk yourself today..."
*Together with Joe Merle turned back to the pub, he came from*
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Nov 26, 2013 14:16:55 GMT -8
Franklin
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Franklin was getting antsy listening to Joe and his "Old Pal Merle" chatting up a storm. They had history that was for sure but this couldn't wait? They where standing there with their dicks in their hands and meanwhile he wanted a fuckin drink... Blessedly they cut their reunion short and started walking towards the pub. He trailed behind the two of them. He was annoyed they seemed to have forgotten he was there. "Don't mind me back here, I'm just the third wheel." At least it was still daylight, those geeks got a lot more active after dark it seemed. And on that note he swore he just heard something from off to his left. He scanned the cars as he walked along the sidewalk. Little did he realize he was falling behind the other two men. |
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 8, 2013 6:35:13 GMT -8
Joe
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With a single move, strong enough to let the door hit against the wall, he opened the door to the pub. Again he felt that disappointed feeling when realizing that never again there would be that smoky cloud when entering a pub. He took a deep breath and shortly closed his eyes. Nothing... it just didn't felt right to enter a smoke-free bar. "Hey Ladies, put on your lipstick and rouge, Walter's ready to party tonight. And i think he's right in the mood to buy a round" He leered while entering the pub. As usually he took the stool right in front of the bar. He knew his two companions would follow him inside. Was it that smart to turn his back on them? Since his time in jail he wasn't sure if he could ever trust someone that much again but for today he was just to tired to mistrust them. "Hey Walter, damn it. Where's my f*ckn' drink?" He smashed an old glass on the bar looking to the rotting corpse of that former bartender who was laying on the bar with a huge wound in his head. "Oh c'mon Walter, don't be that lazy tonight." He wanted to grab a bottle of gin when a familiar groaning sound was coming from one of the doors leading deeper into the bar... |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 14, 2013 9:48:45 GMT -8
Merle heard Joe was taking a deep breathe, as he entered the pub. He exactly knew his thoughts. A pub nowadways would never be the same as before. No smoke in the air, not the noise of boozy dipshits falling down their barstools...
Merle watched his old companion taking a seat and acting the big shot. If his face hadn't shown all the new scars on it, it would have seemed Joe didn't change a bit. But Jeez, this ugly motherfucker became old.
"Oh c'mon Walter, don't be that lazy tonight."
"Hey Joe, I've a proposal for you. Pull out ya swaddling bands and finally hand ya out the Gin your own.", Merle sayed with a dirty laugh on his lips, as his last words were attended by a familiar groaning sound from outside.
"Uhh, Walter seems to get some more customers...", he added, making his hand-blade ready to kill some walker outside.
"We should givem' a warm welcome, or what do you think?". He gave Joe a little nod from the side, while opening the pub door with a fast move...
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Dec 14, 2013 12:26:06 GMT -8
Franklin
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"...hand ya out the Gin your own." Franklin had stumbled in behind the other two men and lingered by the door looking out into the street. He wanted to make sure they were not followed. Hearing Merle's demand brought him around again to the fact he wanted a drink. He told himself he wouldn't do this anymore, that it always lead to a monster fucking headache and getting comfy with the can but the world was different now. There were plenty of things worse than this he thought as he walked up next to his companions. Franklin reached over the bar and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on. A bottle of bourbon. "Uhh, Walter seems to get some more customers..."He popped the top off and took a swig, not paying attention to the noise Joe and Merle were referring to. Looking to the dead body on the bar he turned to Joe. "Is that your handy work?" he said as he drew his gun, bottle in his other hand. He walked towards the door leading to the back room. "Did you check for anything useful on your last visit?" Franklin gave the door a push with his foot. It creaked open. He waited a moment and then half turned back to look at the other two. |
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 21, 2013 4:07:48 GMT -8
Joe
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"Is that your handy work?" He couldn't belive Franklin was really asking him and for a second he was just looking at him. Than a deep laughter convulsed him. "Damn it Fran', who'd ever shoot the f*ckn barkeeper? You think I'd like to be in a fix?" He took a deep slug out of the bottle he already had opened before. Immediately he realised that warm feeling spreading out from his stomach. "Oh... and besides that..." With his other hand he took his Beretta and fired one bullet right inside the head of the already dead Walter. "...if it was me who did, it would look like this." The groaning voices from behind the door gets loader until the door finally indulged with a cracking noise and let the walker enter the pub. Again he took a deep slug from the bottle before reacting to the walker. One of them tried to circuit the billiard table obstructing their way out to the toilets but still Joe let him come closer. Only when it passed the dartboard he fired one bullet. "Bullseye, damn it, this will be my day. Anyone else wants to join the game?" |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 21, 2013 12:15:59 GMT -8
Merle had a look back at his companions, as he heard a gun shot from inside. He still leaned against the door, two weapons on his hands. The self-installed blade on his right and a gun on his left.
"...if it was me who did, it would look like this."
Of course. What a dispensable question. The ugly walker puss had tell him it wasn't Joe's work. Just as Merle wanted to add his two cents, again the groaning voices resounded. This time from behind the back door. Before someone of them could have reacted, the door indulged with a cracking noise. Some more walker. From inside the pub? Who the fuck had inclose them here?
"Bullseye, damn it, this will be my day. Anyone else wants to join the game?"
And anyone else wanted to join the game... Without thinking about just a second, Merle fired a bullet out his gun, just as well right inside the walker's head as Joe did with it's ugly chum before.
"What's up with ya, you little ratfinks?", Merle suddenly shot the bull against the two men behind. "You think I'm waiting here for better times or somethin'? Move ya sweet asses to join that walker party outside. I think we're done with the ladies here." The last words he underlined with a pointer in the walker's direction, which came from the back door, now lying on the ground, both with a neat headshot. Merle also rather wanted to knock down some drinks, but if they still ignore the shitfaces outside, they could be trapped like a rat in an experimental laboratory soon.
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Nate
Newbie
What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 21, 2013 15:37:17 GMT -8
Franklin
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He watched the other two men showing off, each taking shots at the walkers as they trickled in. "Maybe we should think about taking this party somewhere else." Franklin didn't notice the walker coming through the door right behind him. All of a sudden his world exploded in a haze of pain. He heard the snarl just before and felt its grip on his shoulders. Man those fuckers had a harsh grip, was what raced through his head. He let his weight drop him down and out of its grasp and he took a few large steps forward and turned on it. He leveled his gun at the monster's face and sent a bullet right through its brain. "God dammit!" Look what you two brought down on us." He sidestepped over to the bar to get out of the crossfire and put his arm up to his neck. His fingers came away slick with blood... His blood. Immediately he felt very cold. He could feel the blood drain from his face. No... no no no! "Motherfucker..." he mumbled very quietly. He had to hide this! Quickly Franklin pulled his collar up on his shirt to cover the wound. "Time to go guy's, or I'm leaving without you!" |
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 21, 2013 19:24:36 GMT -8
Joe
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"Maybe we should think about taking this party somewhere else." It only took seconds until they'd killed all walker entering the pub and still Joe knew the truth behind Franklins words. Those shots would be heard all over the quarter and sooner or later the whole city would stand before there door trying to participate in their party. With a sad expression on his face he looked back to the billiard table. Would there ever be the possibility to have a great game? Or at least a challenging one. Well he thought to knew the burdensome answer to this and felt the anger raising again. Ok, stay calm Mr. J he thought by himself and tried some of those techniques his former therapist told him. Immediately he felt comfortable again. "Yeah... I suppose you're right." He murmurred while leaning over the bar and grabbing some other bottle of whisky.
"Time to go guy's, or I'm leaving without you!"Without another word Joe went through the front door and grew stiff. The whole street was full with walkers... hundreds of them. "Damn it, seems like the whole city heard of our great party. Is there another way out, Merle?" he asked making some steps backward into the pub still having his eyes on that walker flock. |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 21, 2013 20:27:59 GMT -8
"Maybe we should think about taking this party somewhere else."
"Yeah... I suppose you're right."
Merle still was standing in the front door, waiting for the others finally came to their senses, as there came another walker from the back door, approaching right ahead to the second companion. Before Merle or Joe could have reacted, he shot the brain out of the shitface himself. Just in the nick of time.
"God dammit! Look what you two brought down on us."
Merle ignored his comment. They had somethin' better to do than accusing each other. Besides that it's for sure not his fuckin problem they're up shit creek without a paddle. Merle had a look at Joe, which was standing still, looking back to the billiard table behind. He begans to take a deep breathe in and out. What the fuck?! Was he starting to be pushed over the edge?
"Yeah... I suppose you're right."
"We've no time for this, ya old drunkard!", he spat out with a serious face expression, as he watched Joe taking another deep slug from the bottle of Whisky. They really hadn't. He already heard a whole group of this groaning bastards from outside.
"Damn it, seems like the whole city heard of our great party. Is there another way out, Merle?"
"You ask me?", he gave away. "This is your fuckin' home away from home, Joe!" But the sarcastic tone in his voice died just as he realised the walker flock coming near to the pub.
"Holy Shit! There's a high little window above the toilets. If the fuckin luck is on our side this time, we can escape from there, provided that ya little girlie asses handle that!"
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Nate
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What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 21, 2013 20:51:24 GMT -8
Franklin
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"Let's move it then!" Franklin ran into the bathroom. There was a walker standing in his way, blocking the window. He shoved it aside and it fell into the stall landing on the toilet. He raised his gun and shot it. "Take a load off!" Without missing a beat he opened the window. "Up and at em!" Franklin turned to offer the other two a boost. |
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 22, 2013 2:37:33 GMT -8
Joe
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Finally he turned around closed the door and without any word took a billiard cue to block the door. He knew that it would only take seconds for the herd to break through the door but even seconds may be the difference between having a cold drink out in the night somewhere else or being walker food on a bloody toilet. His other two companians already left the main room and went to the toilet when he took his wallet grabbing for some bill. With a grumpy expression on his face he smashed his last 20$ bill on the bar. "It's ok Walter, keep the odd money!" A real gentleman would always pay his due. Well Joe knew he wasn't but sometimes it felt good to act as if he was. When arriving in the toilet Franklin offered them a boost. Without any discussion he accepted and worm his way through the window falling almost 2 metres down on the backside of the pub. The window leaded to a narrow little back alley but even here some of those walker loitered. Joe already wanted to take his Barreta when reminding the flock being close by here. And finally he realized that he had to kill those walker fast and without making any noise... |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 22, 2013 5:59:59 GMT -8
Merle turned his look around Joe, who was blocking the door with a billiard cue. Not very effective, but it should bought them some seconds to climbing up the window. Merle followed the second companion to the toilets. There the still nameless man defeated another walker, which seems to had a more than shitty end, in the true sense of the word.
"Up and at em!"
Suddenly Joe was appearing behind them.
"Where the hell you dawdled around?", Merle asked his old pal, as he wordless passed him to use the other's help climbing out the window.
"You old scumbag!", Merle mumbled, while watching Joe, just carrying to save his own ass out of this. But as Merle would act the different. After he heard Joe landing outside with a hollow sound, he emulated his deeds and with a fast move he climbed up the window too. On the little sill he was looking inward, turning around to Joe's companion below. He really thought about to provide him a helpful hand, as he saw something bars him from doing it.
"Oh that really sucks, doesn't it?", he spat out whith a shake of his head.
His eyes were watching the bloody collar around the other's neck. Merle remembered the walker in the main room, approached right ahead to that man. So he actually wasn't just in the nick of time.
"It's nothin' personal, got me? But we've no use for a junior walker.", he continued.
In the background he already heard the walkers did crushed the front door and their groaning came near to the bathroom. He had to hurry up.
"Ok, listen to me! I would actually be so gentle to shoot you, if there wouldn't be the flock right outside. So I can't do anything than tell you my gratitude."
Merle turned around, ready to jump out the approaching hell...
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Nate
Newbie
What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 22, 2013 6:33:32 GMT -8
Franklin
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He helped Joe's buddy Merle up out the window and dangling from the ledge he turned back to face Franklin. He did not extent his free arm to help. "It's nothin' personal, got me? But we've no use for a junior walker."Franklin shot a look and realized he was bleeding through. He felt that panic wash over him again as the jig was up! He was going to leave him behind! "You fucking son of a bitch! You can't leave me here!" He rushed to the window but Merle dropped out of sight. He turned and leaned his back against the wall. A vain look around the room showed there was nothing he could use to give himself a boost up. Then his eyes fell on the door back out to the bar. It rattled with what must be a mob on the other side. He looked down in his hand to his sidearm. He would not scream. He still had his dignity. The only sound that carried out the window echoing through the alley's was a lone gunshot. |
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 30, 2013 2:36:55 GMT -8
Joe
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Exhausted and with a hard breathing he laid the dead walkers body to the ground. It's head was cracked by the Beretta's Butt and blood and other fluids had smeared Joes clothing which also impaired his mood. Not that it would change anything but in some matters Joe still was vintage and the soiling of his designer shirt was definitely one of those things he wouldn't even accept in a post apocalyptic world. Angrily he spit out. They havn't gone far since they've left the pub and lost Franklin. In the first moment he was sure that Fran would only had his fun killing some of those walker but when time passed by and more and more of those shitfaces appeared he realized that Merle would stop at nothing to survive. A growling noise escaped his throat while he looked back to his friend. "Not with me buddy..." he muttered. Until now the groaning noise of the flock followed them even if they had met only smaller groups. He crossed another backyard at a smart pace when he suddenly saw them. An old subway directly led to the main road with all it's walker on it. With a single move he took his Beretta and aimed at Merles left leg. "Maybe it's time to leave, buddy. You'll sure be in complete agreement when saying that it would be almost impossible to outrun them. Maybe we have to lure them in one direction while leaving in the other. You know? I've a meeting with a bottle of Bourbon and I would be really pissed if I'll miss it for any reason." For any reason he hesitated to pull the trigger and he was convulsed with a strange laughter. "Oh buddy, are you wetting your pants? We're friends and friends won't do things like that, wont they?" With these words he lowered his weapon and looked back to the flock which slowely approached... |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 30, 2013 9:20:37 GMT -8
Merle gave him an astonished look, as Joe's Baretta aimed his leg. What the fuck...?
"...I've a meeting with a bottle of Bourbon and I would be really pissed if I'll miss it for any reason."
For a moment Merle was like frozen, both studying every little move of the other. Joe seemed to hestitate to pull the trigger.
"Oh buddy, are you wetting your pants? We're friends and friends won't do things like that, wont they?"
Merle joined in that strange laughter, not leaving his eyes from Joe's finger, holding on the trigger. Out of the corner of his eyes he also realized the Walker flock coming from the main road. Holy Shit! It were hundreds of them.
"Actually... not.", he muttered, kept watching his old yardbird urgently.
Then with a fast move he suddenly grabbed at his own gun...
"But you shouldn't have even think about it, Dude."
...aimed it at Joe's leg hisself...
"Sorry, Bro!"
...and pulled the trigger without hestitation.
The loud sound of a single gunshot echoed through the roads...
Merle even heard the colourful curses Joe was shouting after him, as he already left the road without another look back. While kept running down the road, again he heard Joe's words in his head. Friends won't do things like that, won't they. Of course they won't. But these Rule for Bro's doesn't count in a post apocalyptic world. There are no rules at all. Only to survive.
At any time Merle slowed down his steps. For some time past he didn't heard the groaning sound behind. They seemed to took the bait. Angrily Merle spat out. He never thought it would come so far at any time.
He had left the main road by now. In this part of Atlanta the cars were standing there just in patches. He had to resume his search for a roadworthy one. And indeed, the third one was a lucky strike. The gas gauge admittedly doesn't look very promising, he realized after hot-wired the motor. But it should take him some miles away from here, hopefully out of this town of shit. Merle detached the clutch, ready to leave, as he found something underneath the passenger seat. A hip flask, nay filled with any fluid.
"To a perfect day...", Merle said to hisself just like proposing a toast, before took a deep sip. The Whiskey burned well within his throat. The first good thing today...
*With a darkblue jalopy Merle left Atlanta Downtown*
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