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TINYCARLOS PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH OTHERTWDFORUM
FORUMS USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
SEASON ONE
EPISODE 7
DAY 16 OF THE APOCALYPSE
8:20 PM
"Everyone, keep it together! We need to do this fast! The rescue leaves soon!" Rock ordered, running forward. They weren't heavily supplied with weapons, but Rock had told them there were some supply boxes provided by the rescue, or so the rumor said.
"Who voted him King Boss?" Blind muttered.
"He's the only one who knows the whole rescue deal." Carlos told him.
"Sure. I get that. You never considered that this guy was leading us all into a trap to kill us?" Blind questioned. Carlos shrugged, "He seems trustworthy. What would he and his friend gain by killing us? We don't even have that much ammo left. We're short on guns. Deadwaste could help us if all goes wrong."
"All goes wrong? This whole plan is WRONG! It's a heavy risk." Blind told him. Carlos shook his head, "It's a chance I'm willing to take."
"Here! Inside here!" Rock ordered. The group ran through a wall that led to a downstairs apartment. They looked at the stairs to see a bunch of debris covering the stairs. Harp scratched the back of his head, "Well, we're not going up that way."
"We weren't going up that way anyways. We've gotta go out into the street." Dark Fox told him.
"The street!?" Shepard gasped.
"Nobody told you this was going to be a walk in the park." Dark Fox retorted. Deadwaste sighed, rubbing his chin and then he sighed again, "lets kill some fucking zombies. shall we?"
"Shut the fuck up." Dark Fox told him. Rock sighed, "Look...the best thing we can do is-"
"HELLO! ARE YOU ALIVE!?" A stranger called out.
"No shit." Said Dark Fox.
"Are you nice!? Friendly?"
"No. We're gonna shoot you." Dark Fox threatened. Rock slapped his forehead, "Excuse my friend. We're not going to hurt you. We're friendly. Who are you? What's wrong?"
"I am crackman. I have been trying to get back to my men. You want to be rescued?" He asked.
"You're apart of the rescue? We don't even know where to start!" PikaBlue told him.
"I do. I can help you. You have a decent amount of people. We could pull this off. I can't get out of here with only me. You guys up for it? We've gotta break open the door and then open the store and set off the alarm. Once we get there, I'll explain what to do next. Everyone ready?" Crackman asked.
"Hell yeah!" Rock smiled. He was happy they had a lead on where to go. Crackman grabbed an axe and dismembered the wood attached to the door. He then kicked the door a few times and heard growling noises.
"Try to avoid them if you can! If not, kill them!" Crackman succesfully kicked it down, it hit a zombie in the head, making it fall over and the zombie groaned. The group ran out, killing zombies and avoiding them as crackman advised. Brotato was doing really well, Carlos always assumed he was just too full of himself. Harp felt a zombie grab his leg and he fell forward, hitting his head on the concrete. Carlos gasped, noticing Harp's head was bleeding. Crackman broke the glass, and started hacking away at zombies. Everyone else didn't notice Harp, and they followed crackman. Everyone except Brotato and Carlos.
"Brotato!" Carlos tossed him a knife, which he didn't catch - resulting in him cutting his palm. The zombie chomped at the air, trying to pull Harp's foot closer because the zombie could not go farther without exceeding its arm reach. Brotato grabbed the knife, acting tough about the small cut on his wrist. He shoved the knife in the zombie's skull and then pulled Harp up.
"B-Bro-" Harp muttered, he was about to pass out, his head was bleeding and he scraped his forehead pretty badly.
"Yeah, I'm a badass. No time for compliments! Let's get inside!" Brotato yelled. Brotato brought him inside and Carlos kicked a zombie kid, and then backed up a bit.
"What are you waiting for? Kill it!"
"It's-It's just a kid!"
"It's not a kid anymore! Just do it, man! I get that its hard!" Carlos winced and then stomped on the kids head. Brotato winced as well, "Damn kids." Crackman had turned off the alarm that was attracting more zombies by the minute. With the alarm deactivating, the locked door that Pika and Blind had tried before fell through, revealing a few zombies stumbling about. Crackman killed them both.
"This is the tricky part! Anyone wanna volunteer to carry the propane tank!?" Crackman asked.
"I will." TKA volunteered. Nate refused, "Not happening, kid. I'll do it. Gotta do something." He said, grabbing the propane and putting it on its arms.
"Anybody got any bullets?" Crackman asked.
"Yeah. A few."
"Save some! We're gonna need them!"
Harp sighed, feeling dizzy. "I'm alright. We don't have time to deal with it." Feeling his head wound, Carlos nodded. Shepard, Harp, Brotato and Carlos stayed by Nate to protect him while he carried the propane tank. Blind, Pika, Crackman, Deadwaste and Rock took point. Dark Fox and TKA were watching the back. Around the corner, they saw dozens of zombies.
"Son of a bitch! Back!" Crackman ordered. The group ran back and Shepard bumped into Nate, making him drop the propane tank.
"Shit! Get Nate! Get back! They're coming!" Carlos ordered. Shepard pulled Nate up and then grabbed the propane tank, he ran faster and then fell forward. The propane tank clattered against the group, and his chin pressed against it, he groaned.
"For fucks sake, you scrub! Pick it up and get away from the zombies!" Crack yelled. Carlos ran forward, killing zombies while Shepard got back up and walked forward. Crackman lead the group around the trailer and then they went through the gate, but a zombie was pressing against the gate. Only one. They decided to ignore it, and ran forward. Crackman grabbed the propane from Shepard and put it against the door, he walked back and fired a shot from his revolver into the propane tank, it blew up the door and some portions of the brick wall. Shepard covered his ears at the impact.
"BOOM, BOOM, MOTHERFUCKERS!!" Deadwaste yelled in excitement. Shepard sighed as he felt his chin, blood was running down his neck, and into his shirt. It began to bled more by the second. He winced, feeling the source of the bruise on his neck. He looked up and noticed that the group was running inside the door.
"Hey, wait u-" Shepard groaned as a zombie grabbed him by the arm and sinked its teeth into his flesh. He groaned in pain, running against the wall. The zombies teeth lost grip of his arm and the zombie flew back. He ran up to it, stomping on it. He heard rumbling and bricks fell over, blocking his entrance to where the rest of the group had went. "NO!" He yelled. He clenched his bite wound and ran away. He kept running until he met an alleyway. He ran down it and felt something hit him in the face, and knocked him out.
"What do we have here? Looks like another guy waiting for rescue." A stranger chuckled.
"Well, he ain't gonna get rescue now. He's bit." The second stranger said.
"Well, shit. Maybe he was apart of that group and they cut him loose or something."
"When he wakes up, we'll have to ask him."
"Ask him what?"
"If he ran across crackman."
"Cr-crackman?" Shepard muttered, his head was spinning like crazy.
"You were with a man named crackman!?" The stranger asked.
"Y-Yes... why?" Shepard muttered, not really clear as to what's going on. "I got separated from...them....then I got...bit... He's apart of...the rescue... he was helping us...get there..."
The stranger laughed, "You fucked up, buddy. You really fucked up. Crackman is a dangerous killer. He killed six of our men. For no good reasons. Your friends are pretty much dead."
CHARACTER STATUS AS OF THE END OF THIS EPISODE
IN ASSOCIATION WITH OTHERTWDFORUM
FORUMS USERS IN THE WALKING DEAD
SEASON ONE
EPISODE 7
DAY 16 OF THE APOCALYPSE
8:20 PM
"Everyone, keep it together! We need to do this fast! The rescue leaves soon!" Rock ordered, running forward. They weren't heavily supplied with weapons, but Rock had told them there were some supply boxes provided by the rescue, or so the rumor said.
"Who voted him King Boss?" Blind muttered.
"He's the only one who knows the whole rescue deal." Carlos told him.
"Sure. I get that. You never considered that this guy was leading us all into a trap to kill us?" Blind questioned. Carlos shrugged, "He seems trustworthy. What would he and his friend gain by killing us? We don't even have that much ammo left. We're short on guns. Deadwaste could help us if all goes wrong."
"All goes wrong? This whole plan is WRONG! It's a heavy risk." Blind told him. Carlos shook his head, "It's a chance I'm willing to take."
"Here! Inside here!" Rock ordered. The group ran through a wall that led to a downstairs apartment. They looked at the stairs to see a bunch of debris covering the stairs. Harp scratched the back of his head, "Well, we're not going up that way."
"We weren't going up that way anyways. We've gotta go out into the street." Dark Fox told him.
"The street!?" Shepard gasped.
"Nobody told you this was going to be a walk in the park." Dark Fox retorted. Deadwaste sighed, rubbing his chin and then he sighed again, "lets kill some fucking zombies. shall we?"
"Shut the fuck up." Dark Fox told him. Rock sighed, "Look...the best thing we can do is-"
"HELLO! ARE YOU ALIVE!?" A stranger called out.
"No shit." Said Dark Fox.
"Are you nice!? Friendly?"
"No. We're gonna shoot you." Dark Fox threatened. Rock slapped his forehead, "Excuse my friend. We're not going to hurt you. We're friendly. Who are you? What's wrong?"
"I am crackman. I have been trying to get back to my men. You want to be rescued?" He asked.
"You're apart of the rescue? We don't even know where to start!" PikaBlue told him.
"I do. I can help you. You have a decent amount of people. We could pull this off. I can't get out of here with only me. You guys up for it? We've gotta break open the door and then open the store and set off the alarm. Once we get there, I'll explain what to do next. Everyone ready?" Crackman asked.
"Hell yeah!" Rock smiled. He was happy they had a lead on where to go. Crackman grabbed an axe and dismembered the wood attached to the door. He then kicked the door a few times and heard growling noises.
"Try to avoid them if you can! If not, kill them!" Crackman succesfully kicked it down, it hit a zombie in the head, making it fall over and the zombie groaned. The group ran out, killing zombies and avoiding them as crackman advised. Brotato was doing really well, Carlos always assumed he was just too full of himself. Harp felt a zombie grab his leg and he fell forward, hitting his head on the concrete. Carlos gasped, noticing Harp's head was bleeding. Crackman broke the glass, and started hacking away at zombies. Everyone else didn't notice Harp, and they followed crackman. Everyone except Brotato and Carlos.
"Brotato!" Carlos tossed him a knife, which he didn't catch - resulting in him cutting his palm. The zombie chomped at the air, trying to pull Harp's foot closer because the zombie could not go farther without exceeding its arm reach. Brotato grabbed the knife, acting tough about the small cut on his wrist. He shoved the knife in the zombie's skull and then pulled Harp up.
"B-Bro-" Harp muttered, he was about to pass out, his head was bleeding and he scraped his forehead pretty badly.
"Yeah, I'm a badass. No time for compliments! Let's get inside!" Brotato yelled. Brotato brought him inside and Carlos kicked a zombie kid, and then backed up a bit.
"What are you waiting for? Kill it!"
"It's-It's just a kid!"
"It's not a kid anymore! Just do it, man! I get that its hard!" Carlos winced and then stomped on the kids head. Brotato winced as well, "Damn kids." Crackman had turned off the alarm that was attracting more zombies by the minute. With the alarm deactivating, the locked door that Pika and Blind had tried before fell through, revealing a few zombies stumbling about. Crackman killed them both.
"This is the tricky part! Anyone wanna volunteer to carry the propane tank!?" Crackman asked.
"I will." TKA volunteered. Nate refused, "Not happening, kid. I'll do it. Gotta do something." He said, grabbing the propane and putting it on its arms.
"Anybody got any bullets?" Crackman asked.
"Yeah. A few."
"Save some! We're gonna need them!"
Harp sighed, feeling dizzy. "I'm alright. We don't have time to deal with it." Feeling his head wound, Carlos nodded. Shepard, Harp, Brotato and Carlos stayed by Nate to protect him while he carried the propane tank. Blind, Pika, Crackman, Deadwaste and Rock took point. Dark Fox and TKA were watching the back. Around the corner, they saw dozens of zombies.
"Son of a bitch! Back!" Crackman ordered. The group ran back and Shepard bumped into Nate, making him drop the propane tank.
"Shit! Get Nate! Get back! They're coming!" Carlos ordered. Shepard pulled Nate up and then grabbed the propane tank, he ran faster and then fell forward. The propane tank clattered against the group, and his chin pressed against it, he groaned.
"For fucks sake, you scrub! Pick it up and get away from the zombies!" Crack yelled. Carlos ran forward, killing zombies while Shepard got back up and walked forward. Crackman lead the group around the trailer and then they went through the gate, but a zombie was pressing against the gate. Only one. They decided to ignore it, and ran forward. Crackman grabbed the propane from Shepard and put it against the door, he walked back and fired a shot from his revolver into the propane tank, it blew up the door and some portions of the brick wall. Shepard covered his ears at the impact.
"BOOM, BOOM, MOTHERFUCKERS!!" Deadwaste yelled in excitement. Shepard sighed as he felt his chin, blood was running down his neck, and into his shirt. It began to bled more by the second. He winced, feeling the source of the bruise on his neck. He looked up and noticed that the group was running inside the door.
"Hey, wait u-" Shepard groaned as a zombie grabbed him by the arm and sinked its teeth into his flesh. He groaned in pain, running against the wall. The zombies teeth lost grip of his arm and the zombie flew back. He ran up to it, stomping on it. He heard rumbling and bricks fell over, blocking his entrance to where the rest of the group had went. "NO!" He yelled. He clenched his bite wound and ran away. He kept running until he met an alleyway. He ran down it and felt something hit him in the face, and knocked him out.
"What do we have here? Looks like another guy waiting for rescue." A stranger chuckled.
"Well, he ain't gonna get rescue now. He's bit." The second stranger said.
"Well, shit. Maybe he was apart of that group and they cut him loose or something."
"When he wakes up, we'll have to ask him."
"Ask him what?"
"If he ran across crackman."
"Cr-crackman?" Shepard muttered, his head was spinning like crazy.
"You were with a man named crackman!?" The stranger asked.
"Y-Yes... why?" Shepard muttered, not really clear as to what's going on. "I got separated from...them....then I got...bit... He's apart of...the rescue... he was helping us...get there..."
The stranger laughed, "You fucked up, buddy. You really fucked up. Crackman is a dangerous killer. He killed six of our men. For no good reasons. Your friends are pretty much dead."
CHARACTER STATUS AS OF THE END OF THIS EPISODE