FORUM USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
SEASON 2, EPISODE 4: Six Rivers
DAY 104 (4:18 PM)
STARRING
Niccc as Carlos
@harpadarpa as Harp
wakemeup as Brotato
Rock114 as Rock
Teacakes as TKA
thatstoomuchfestivity as Nate
sos as SOS
Master Psychic as Master Psychic/MP
GUEST STARRING
@darkfoxtm as Dark Fox
Autobot Sonic as Sonic
IDEK as IWMT
bubbafightsunlimited as BubbaCarlosCarlos was tired. The man in charge didn't tell them it was a long walk from where they were before. Carlos groaned as his feet touched the ground after every step. Carlos looked down to the man's belt, there was a walkie talkie and a pistol in there. His two fellow soldiers didn't have a walkie talkie. Just a pistol. Carlos wondered if he could talk to anyone with that, out of curiosity - he caught up with IWMT.
"You able to talk with anyone with that?" Carlos asked, referencing to the walkie talkie. IWMT raised his eyebrow, not sure of what he was talking about. He looked down to his walkie talkie and his hand jumped like he didn't expect his walkie talkie to be there. Carlos narrowed his eyes to his reaction while IWMT finally spoke, "Tried to get in contact.... with my platoon, nothin' so far." Carlos nodded. Something seemed off. He rubbed his forehead, he looked at his surroundings, corpses, blood, dead trees - he never thought he saw a bleaker place.
"Hey, man... You got any water by chance?" Master Psychic said, tapping Private Bubba's shoulder. IWMT flashed a look at the private who gulped and gave him his water bottle.
"Kid wasn't prepared for this. I told him he wasn't." IWMT muttered. Sonic sighed, "Give him a chance, man. A chance to prove himself." IWMT scoffed, "I've given him 100 days. Nothing's changed. When we get back, if we get back - I think we'll have to let him go." IWMT tried to remain quiet so only Sonic could hear him, but Carlos could hear him but Bubba didn't seem to. Bubba looked pretty young, maybe in his early 20s. He obviously enlisted pretty early. He didn't have much experience. IWMT caught me looking over at Bubba and he opened his mouth again.
"You look like you know how to carry yourself. You a cop or something?" IWMT asked. There was a weird vibe about this man that Carlos did not understand himself, he was getting the wrong idea of who this man was. He was awfully rude and he seemed awfully suspicious when Carlos had mentioned the walkie talkie. He titled his head, "Somethin' like that."
"Alright. I respect that. You ain't gotta share if you don't want to. I apologize for exploding on your friend earlier, I lost some good men under my watch."
"I get it. Seems like we all seem to lose good people under our watch, whether we like it or not."
"Ain't that the truth. You know... I like you, you're capable. I-I.. it may be too early, but... I'm really thinkin' of considering you to join the militia if we get back to base. If you want of course... you've saved us and you survived Junction City."
"Man, I appreciate the offer... but it's really early and frankly, I'm not leavin' my group. They're my family now."
"Alright, yeah. Give it some thought. Who knows? The military may not even come get us, there is that. You've got what it takes, you see that shit for brains over there? The private. He's someone who isn't capable. As far as I'm concerned, he's the one who got my best man killed. I've got my corporal still, but he can't move with that leg of his."
Carlos looked at Sonic’s leg, and didn't even notice that he was limping. It wasn't severe. "What happened?"
"He's had it for over a year. Since before it all started. He has some brittle bones on that leg, but his other leg seems fine. That's normal walking for him. I didn't want to bring him, but the commanding officer gave me no choice. I brought him, the Private, my second-in-command Farrow who didn't make it. There was the rest of the sixteenth platoon, but I can't remember names because I really drop the ball with names.”
“So, how much longer till the group of walkers?” Carlos asked. IWMT clicked his tongue, “They’re at the Six Rivers National Forest. Should be another 5 minute walk. I’ve been to five states since all this happened. This state sure as shit is the worst out of every one. The other states aren’t even remotely bad as this state is, fuckin’ California. Six Rivers is in Willow Creek, California.”
Carlos nodded and told his feet they had to endure another five minutes of walking. Five minutes later, the group had reached the destination.
NateNate looked at the sign ‘Six Rivers National Forest, Willow Creek, USA’. He remembered how far they really had travelled. Nate first met this group back in San Rafael, CA. Nate wasn’t the one keeping track of how many miles they’ve walked in a matter of three months.
That was Rock. Nate walked over to Rock and he was taking a sip of his water bottle, he was sweating and his long blonde hair was wet. He set it down, putting the water bottle in his bag, and then continued on. Nate asked him, “Hey, Rock. You alright?”
“I’m fine. Just hot as hell out here.”
“I hear that. I’ve been wondering… how many miles has it been since San Rafael?”
“Let me check.” Rock pulls out the map from his backpack and pinpoints his finger at the starting point of where they met to where they are now. He contemplates, “Somewhere around 350 miles. It ain’t that much, honestly. Remember we stayed at that one place for quite some time. We coulda been outta Cali by now.”
“Yeah, California was appealing before all this… Now… it just belongs to the dead and the soon-to-be-dead.”
Rock stuffed the map back in his backpack.
“Walkin’ for 20 minutes to kill some walkers doesn’t seem worth it, unless the man pays what he said he would. We could use food and water.”
“You bet.”
“It’s close, folks! I thank you for your patience!” IWMT calls out.
Master PsychicMaster Psychic was always the one who liked to travel a lot, he was also always the one who couldn’t stay awake before traveling. That wasn’t him anymore, things had changed. He had changed. He remembered that group he was with, after escaping the Telltale Games headquarters. He remembered glancing at Vivec’s dead corpse and many military men kill innocent civilians. Stuff like that haunted him, but he told himself he had to forget it, or else it would kill him. He rubbed the top of his short blonde hair, his head was feeling awfully itchy for some reason, he watched as dandruff flew off his hair. He groaned.
“Something the matter?” Sonic asked.
“Nah. Nothin’.” He responded, grimly.
“Y’all could use a good shower. I tell you what, once we get back to headquarters, you all deserve a well-cooked meal and a good, nice, hot shower. I really appreciate everything you are doing to help us, you deserve it.”
“Thanks, man.”
Sonic slowed himself down a bit so Master could catch up to him.
“My apologies if my boss seems a bit…. Aggressive. He’s got a temper and it may already be clear to you, but just fair warning. He’s just got a lot of pain inside him and he goes off the handle at times. Don’t hold it against him. He had a little kid and a wife. Me and him watched as his family was torn apart by a pack of those things. He hasn’t been the same since.” Carlos overheard the conversation.
Master sighed, truly feeling sad for the man in charge.
“It’s horrible, you know? You lost anyone?”
Master didn’t respond, and Sonic immediately spoke up, “God, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Sonic rubbed his forehead in embarrassment.
“It’s fine. No, I don’t know where my family is. We’re kind of… estranged.. I guess you could say that, I dunno. Got a couple kid brothers and one sister. Mother died a few years ago. Dad was retired. I dunno if any of them are alive. I decided to leave because I was too devastated of my mother’s death that I didn’t even give one ounce of thought of how they may feel. I was selfish.”
“Wow, man. I-I don’t know how to respond to that… I’m very sorry. Here’s to better days, and here’s to running across your family some day.” Sonic said, smiling – he patted him on the back.
“We’re almost there, man. Hang on.” Sonic assured him as Master Psychic clenched his fist in anger bringing up old memories.
SOSSOS leaned against the tree, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a beer bottle. He took off the cap, and started drinking from the beer.
“You goddamn lightweight.” SOS said to himself as he was already beginning to feel a little intoxicated. SOS groaned, setting the bear bottle. He took off his jacket, and revealed his muscular arms, he was wearing a black tank top and blue sweat pants. He looked over at his small ‘artillery’. He had a Colt 1911, a sniper rifle, two sets of knives and a pair of brass knuckles. He also looked over and picked up a portrait of a woman, she had black hair with a red strand of hair and had a white t-shirt with a black jacket over it. He rubbed his black beard, he felt a tear falling down his eye.
“This is to you, my sweet love, Mary.” He set the picture down and took another sip. He heard men talking in the distance and grabbed his pistol, tucking it in his holster he put his jacket back on and then also grabbed a knife and put it in his knife holster. He pulled out his pistol and cocked it and slowly walked forward and saw a group of men. It was the men he was waiting for.
“It’s about fucking time.” He said, holstering his weapon. He took his binoculars and surveyed the group.
FLASHBACK – DAY 17“Son of a bitch. Sergeant SOS, I can’t fix the broadcast. It’s delayed..” A comrade told him. SOS glared at him, “What the fuck? How is it delayed? Who’s been messing with our broadcasts?”
“We need to go, now! The walkers are getting closer and it won’t matter for the survivors if they get any closer!” The driver yelled out. SOS contemplated what to do.
“He’s right. We need to go.” SOS frowned. He closed his eyes in frustration, wanting to rescue more survivors. SOS sat down and watched as a few men ran forward, screaming – yet SOS could not hear their words.
“Oh my God…. Sergeant, THERE’S A BOMB!” A comrade exclaimed and SOS quickly reacted by jumping off the military truck. He felt his body hit the hard concrete. He heard the explosion and the fire erupt as he groaned, trying to regain his full consciousness. He coughed and saw what was left of the destroyed military truck. He saw his fellow comrade laying on the ground with third degree burns all over his body. The driver was without a doubt deceased. He felt his dog tags, he ripped it off because he felt like he was dying. He groaned, and tried to get up but he immediately failed and fell back down, his leg had a burn injury. He looked over the gate and saw a group and looked at a man who was holding some sort of detonation charge. A man that had short black hair and was of Hispanic descent.
PRESENT DAY“I’m going to kill you, slowly and painfully… and then you will know the debt is paid.”
END OF EPISODE FOUR