Post by Diabolik on Aug 9, 2009 10:22:28 GMT -5
We had stayed in Cedar City for a couple of days. Found an empty house, broke in and stayed there for a while. The place was almost like a ghost town. Barely any zombies here, and barely any people.
We found a survivor during a supply raid on the third day, the last one before we leave. He was in pretty bad shape, had locked himself in one of the back rooms. When he heard our voices, he started banging on the door. When we got to him, a couple minutes later, there was a zombie there, moaning. Urahara pulled out his katana and sliced its head off, cutting that horrible sound short, and the door was opened. He stood there, all beat up, like he'd had a really bad time of it. He had no wounds though, so he hadn't been bitten or anything.
Oh thank god you guys came... I've been too scared to come out... I'm all by myself, and I don't have any weapons or anything...
Hey, it's okay man, we're just trying to get to somewhere safe.
Somewhere safe? Nowhere in town is safe!
Well, our safe place is not in this town. We're just passing through.
Passing through? Where are you going to?
Bakersfield. Place called The Suicide Zone.
That wrestling place?
Yeah, do you ever watch it?
No... Never quite liked that stuff... just all seems a bit too fake for me to enjoy. My son loved it though... We took him to get the swine flu jab though...
What?
The swine flu jab... That's how this all started.
Well why wasn't I told about this?
You were asleep, and when I woke you up, we were a little bit preoccupied.
Oh, great. Good thing I never liked needles, huh?
Yes...
The survivor takes our attention, interrupting us before we could finish.
Quiet! I just heard something...
A shuffle of feet, somewhere around us... Very quiet, but still there. Urahara pulls out his pistol, still holding the katana in his left hand. I bring my pistol out too.
Another shuffle, this time from another direction.
Shit... How many are there?
Can I get a gun, guys?
I have a spare... It's not silenced, but it will do the job. I trust you're a good shot?
I'm good enough, I suppose. I'm no marksman though.
With this gun, you don't have to be...
Urahara motioned to a pocket in his robe, and the survivor reached in and pulled out a revolver... A Smith and Wesson, model 29... Film fans would recognise it anywhere.
Dirty Harry...
The recoil is huge, though. Watch yourself.
The zombies appeared. Urahara took one down with an expert shot to the forehead, whereas I managed to take the other out with a lucky shot to the side of the head. Brain matter and chunks of skull flew from the wound, taking a large piece of head straight out. They both slumped to the ground as we charged past. The survivor following us. Urahara had a large bag full of food that would last us a while, and I had a bag of bottled water over my shoulder. The survivor simply carried what was once claimed by Clint Eastwood to be the most powerful handgun in the world.
Thankfully, we came across no more zombies in our escape. Once we got back outside, the survivor ran down a side street, so we followed him. It wasn't long before we heard the first shot. Then a second. Then silence. We found him not long later, trying to put some keys into a battered old Buick Skylark.
Guys, i'll help you get to Bakersfield, get in.
The car doors opened and we all climbed in. Before long he had the car started, and we were on our way.
Well, we owe you thanks. Also, might ask what your name is?
My name? I'm Horton Jupiter. And to be honest, you don't owe me thanks, I owe you. Without you guys i'd still be in there, too terrified to come out, and wouldn't have a safe haven to go to.
Good point, but thanks for getting your car. I don't know if I could walk all the way to Bakersfield... We'd have to pass through Vegas too.
I know, good thing we got a car to go in, eh?
Indeed...
By the way, what are your names?
Urahara.
Diabolik. It's my stage name.
Stage name? No shit, whaddya do?
I'm a wrestler... That's why we're going to Bakersfield. All the others are getting together there. Somewhere to hole up together and help each other out.
Awesome... Say, since you're a wrestler, I don't suppose you've ever heard of that guy my son always talked about... What's his name again... Something Dagger. Something like that.
Lincoln Daggerson?
That's the one!
Yeah, he's not been too good lately though. He won the world title, but he doesn't seem to be all there at the moment.
Well, from what I heard, not many of the wrestlers are all there these days. Apparently one of them thinks he's a Lion or something, and another says he's a viking? I think there was talk of another one killing his wife. I mean, damn, y'know? Kids look up to these guys, and he murdered his damn wife. He looked like a freakshow aswell, this bright yellow hair, never caught his name though... Did you know him?
Yeah... Really well...
Urahara gave me a glance to see how i'd reacted to that. Thankfully, I had taken it well, even though he just said a load of shit right to my face. He probably wouldn't have dared say it if he'd known.
To be honest, man, sorry for that comment about fakeness back there, I had no idea you were a wrestler.
It's okay, I hear it all the time. You get used to it.
Yeah, I s'pose. Although you gotta train your body to a peak, don't ya?
Yeah... Tough work.
In which case, I'm glad you guys found me. You gotta admit, it' easier to feel safe with someone who's strong, y'know?
And so our ride with Horton Jupiter began, the conversation almost made things seem normal again. Almost. The car drove along the roads through what almost seemed a wasteland. Not many people, not many zombies either. I wondered where they had gone. There seemed so many of thm when this started, but over time, their numbers seemed to have gone down.
I hear the zombies like heading towards heavily populated areas, am I right?
Prob'ly, gotta go where the food is.
Oh shit, that's where they've gone... Or where they're going to... After everyone tried to escape, they were either turned or got away. Those that turned will be heading where there's lots of people, and just where are there lots of people nearby?
Viva Las Vegas...
We found a survivor during a supply raid on the third day, the last one before we leave. He was in pretty bad shape, had locked himself in one of the back rooms. When he heard our voices, he started banging on the door. When we got to him, a couple minutes later, there was a zombie there, moaning. Urahara pulled out his katana and sliced its head off, cutting that horrible sound short, and the door was opened. He stood there, all beat up, like he'd had a really bad time of it. He had no wounds though, so he hadn't been bitten or anything.
Oh thank god you guys came... I've been too scared to come out... I'm all by myself, and I don't have any weapons or anything...
Hey, it's okay man, we're just trying to get to somewhere safe.
Somewhere safe? Nowhere in town is safe!
Well, our safe place is not in this town. We're just passing through.
Passing through? Where are you going to?
Bakersfield. Place called The Suicide Zone.
That wrestling place?
Yeah, do you ever watch it?
No... Never quite liked that stuff... just all seems a bit too fake for me to enjoy. My son loved it though... We took him to get the swine flu jab though...
What?
The swine flu jab... That's how this all started.
Well why wasn't I told about this?
You were asleep, and when I woke you up, we were a little bit preoccupied.
Oh, great. Good thing I never liked needles, huh?
Yes...
The survivor takes our attention, interrupting us before we could finish.
Quiet! I just heard something...
A shuffle of feet, somewhere around us... Very quiet, but still there. Urahara pulls out his pistol, still holding the katana in his left hand. I bring my pistol out too.
Another shuffle, this time from another direction.
Shit... How many are there?
Can I get a gun, guys?
I have a spare... It's not silenced, but it will do the job. I trust you're a good shot?
I'm good enough, I suppose. I'm no marksman though.
With this gun, you don't have to be...
Urahara motioned to a pocket in his robe, and the survivor reached in and pulled out a revolver... A Smith and Wesson, model 29... Film fans would recognise it anywhere.
Dirty Harry...
The recoil is huge, though. Watch yourself.
The zombies appeared. Urahara took one down with an expert shot to the forehead, whereas I managed to take the other out with a lucky shot to the side of the head. Brain matter and chunks of skull flew from the wound, taking a large piece of head straight out. They both slumped to the ground as we charged past. The survivor following us. Urahara had a large bag full of food that would last us a while, and I had a bag of bottled water over my shoulder. The survivor simply carried what was once claimed by Clint Eastwood to be the most powerful handgun in the world.
Thankfully, we came across no more zombies in our escape. Once we got back outside, the survivor ran down a side street, so we followed him. It wasn't long before we heard the first shot. Then a second. Then silence. We found him not long later, trying to put some keys into a battered old Buick Skylark.
Guys, i'll help you get to Bakersfield, get in.
The car doors opened and we all climbed in. Before long he had the car started, and we were on our way.
Well, we owe you thanks. Also, might ask what your name is?
My name? I'm Horton Jupiter. And to be honest, you don't owe me thanks, I owe you. Without you guys i'd still be in there, too terrified to come out, and wouldn't have a safe haven to go to.
Good point, but thanks for getting your car. I don't know if I could walk all the way to Bakersfield... We'd have to pass through Vegas too.
I know, good thing we got a car to go in, eh?
Indeed...
By the way, what are your names?
Urahara.
Diabolik. It's my stage name.
Stage name? No shit, whaddya do?
I'm a wrestler... That's why we're going to Bakersfield. All the others are getting together there. Somewhere to hole up together and help each other out.
Awesome... Say, since you're a wrestler, I don't suppose you've ever heard of that guy my son always talked about... What's his name again... Something Dagger. Something like that.
Lincoln Daggerson?
That's the one!
Yeah, he's not been too good lately though. He won the world title, but he doesn't seem to be all there at the moment.
Well, from what I heard, not many of the wrestlers are all there these days. Apparently one of them thinks he's a Lion or something, and another says he's a viking? I think there was talk of another one killing his wife. I mean, damn, y'know? Kids look up to these guys, and he murdered his damn wife. He looked like a freakshow aswell, this bright yellow hair, never caught his name though... Did you know him?
Yeah... Really well...
Urahara gave me a glance to see how i'd reacted to that. Thankfully, I had taken it well, even though he just said a load of shit right to my face. He probably wouldn't have dared say it if he'd known.
To be honest, man, sorry for that comment about fakeness back there, I had no idea you were a wrestler.
It's okay, I hear it all the time. You get used to it.
Yeah, I s'pose. Although you gotta train your body to a peak, don't ya?
Yeah... Tough work.
In which case, I'm glad you guys found me. You gotta admit, it' easier to feel safe with someone who's strong, y'know?
And so our ride with Horton Jupiter began, the conversation almost made things seem normal again. Almost. The car drove along the roads through what almost seemed a wasteland. Not many people, not many zombies either. I wondered where they had gone. There seemed so many of thm when this started, but over time, their numbers seemed to have gone down.
I hear the zombies like heading towards heavily populated areas, am I right?
Prob'ly, gotta go where the food is.
Oh shit, that's where they've gone... Or where they're going to... After everyone tried to escape, they were either turned or got away. Those that turned will be heading where there's lots of people, and just where are there lots of people nearby?
Viva Las Vegas...
