Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 19:39:17 GMT
This is a reboot of Brotato's series. It will start completely over, with a completely different story. Brotato and I will switch off writing parts. It also is a slightly spiritual successor to The Walking Forum. That's everything you need to know.
The first part is below:
The clock read 10:05 PM.
Carlos sighed, "Harp, dude, we're late."
"For real?" Harp said in an annoyed tone, "Kat left a fucking half hour ago. Is she ever gonna get back?"
"I dunno, man. I'll text her."
Harp's usual sleepy grin faded, and was replaced by a slightly sharper look of irritation as he shut off the TV. Carlos finished his text and started cleaning up. TV Dinner packages, candy bar wrappers, and an empty jar of peanut butter littered the ground. Harp's older brother, Brotato walked down from the upstairs.
"I'm going out," he said, "You guys made a big fucking mess. Jesus."
"Yup. Cleaning it up. You taking the car?" Harp responded.
"Why are you cleaning it up now? I thought you should've been gone by quarter to ten? Y'know what? Whatever. See ya." Brotato quickly slammed the door behind him.
"Damn, what a dick." Harp said.
"Harp, think about what we've been doing for the past two hours. Making noise, eating a shit ton of food, playing video games. I, for one, would be irritated. Visambros is probably irritated too."
"True, but my mom would've come down here by now if we were bugging her. Besides, if you thought we were being irritating, why didn't you say anything?"
"I dunno. I didn't think about it until just now."
The two cleaned in silence for a while, before Carlos' phone vibrated. Kat's message read, 'outside'. A car's rumble could be heard from the living room. Carlos let his friend know, and the two of them hopped into Kat's car.
"You guys ready?" She asked, sizing them up. Carlos stood at 5'7" tall, and was wearing a beanie, a t-shirt, and jeans. His black hair was hidden almost completely underneath the cap, and his hawk-like features were accentuated by the lack of his medium length poofy hair. Neither of these things affected his soft gaze, and the calm vibes he sent out. Harp, while much bigger in stature, looked a little more ragged. He clearly hadn't shaved in a while, and wore the same flannel jacket he always did. His jeans were floods, and his jacket was zipped up, likely to hide one of the too-small shirts he often wore. Just about the only sophisticated look he had was his thick rimmed glasses. His brutish features were usually softened by his tired gaze, but since he was irritated, he jutted his bottom jaw forward, and his face contorted to look almost caveman-like.
"How long does it take to get fucking skittles, dude?" Harp asked.
"I saw somebody I knew, and I convinced him to go to the thing. Calm down, man."
"That took longer than thirty minutes?"
"I also had to pump gas, and check on my brother. He got some sort of flu after some shit he won't talk about." Kat hit the accelerator hard as she pulled out of Harp's driveway.
"That's all you had to say," Harp sounded calmer, and his jaw went back to its natural position. "Just wish you coulda checked on him before the rest of them were waiting on us. Rock told me how hard it was to convince Kenny to come already, and then we're this late. But whatever. It doesn't matter."
"Who's bringing it?" Carlos asked.
"Who else? Dark Fox." Kat replied.
"I shoulda known. That fucking guy. Why are we going to Portland High, by the way?"
"Nothing but a fence keeping us out, and nobody else has a reason to come into the building."
"Are you sure there's no night school going on?" Harp asked, with a neutral look on his face.
Kat replied, "Rock looked into it, and he found out that even if Night School was Tonight, it ends at nine." She pulled off the road, "We're here. Dark Fox cut a hole in the parking lot fence. Let's go."
The three of them got out of the car, and searched around for the cut fence. After a minute or so of searching, someone Carlos didn't recognize approached them from the other side of the fence, and angrily whispered, "Where the hell were you, Kat? I've been here for ages, with four people I don't fucking know."
"Calm down, Shepard. I'm here now. This is Harp, and Carlos. Now where's the hole?"
"Follow me. Over here." He stiffly walked over to the hole, and spread it open. "C'mon."
Kat ducked under the hole first, then Harp, then Carlos. Together, they walked to the Football Field, where four shadowy figures stood around a cooler. As the four of them approached, One turned towards them, and said, "Think fast!" And tossed a beer at Carlos.
"Shit!" Carlos hit it with one hand, sending it high into the air. On its way back down, he grasped it with both hands. "Fucking hell, Dfh."
Rock laughed from the other side of the cooler, "Nice." Rock wore thick rimmed glasses similar to Harp's, and had long, dirty blonde hair. He wore an unbuttoned button up shirt, with a tank top underneath, and a large belt buckle with baggy cargo pants. His features were flat-ish, and he stood at a medium height, with a narrow build. Next to Rock stood the ever-silent TeamKennyAlways, sometimes called Kenny, or TKA. He was easily the smallest there, but also one of the most likable. He didn't speak much, but when he did, he spoke softly, and with care. Rock and TKA had particular soft spots for each other, as a while back, Rock was sick, or something, and TKA was the only person who visited him in the hospital every day. Even Rock's parents missed a few days.
"Could I get a bottle opener?"
"Hell yeah, little man." Dark Fox tossed his keys. Dark Fox was older than the rest of the people around. He sported a mustache, slacks, and a button up shirt. He usually dressed more casually, but whenever he would buy for those underage, he would dress up nicer, and clean up a little, in order to avoid suspicion.
"Fuck off." Carlos opened the bottle and tossed the opener back.
After that, the rest of the night was a blur to Carlos. One minute, Shepard was refusing to drink, the next, Rock and Harp were trying to climb the field goal, TKA timidly sipped whiskey, Carlos himself broke a window, then after that, some gross looking dude was trying to grab onto Shepard, as Dark Fox joked about the guy coming onto him.
When Carlos woke up, the first thing he noticed was the wicked headache he had. Next, he noticed the lack of his t-shirt, then the lack of his beanie. After that, everything hit him at once. He was on a rooftop, others were passed out around him, while TKA and Shepard were pacing on the edge of the building, worriedly whispering. A terrible smell was all around them.
"What... The fuck happened last night?" Carlos whined.
Shepard jumped out of fear. "God. You scared me."
"Zombies, dude, fucking zombies!" TKA shouted.
"I'm telling you, there's no such thing." Shepard covered his mouth with his hand, and shook.
Carlos stood up, and waddled to where TKA and Shepard were standing.
"Then what do you think these fucking things are?"
Below them, pale people shuffled back and forth mindlessly, all throughout the football field where they had started the night. They reeked of death, and some were walking around without limbs, or exposed bones.
The first part is below:
The Walking Dead: Forum's Story: Season 2!
The clock read 10:05 PM.
Carlos sighed, "Harp, dude, we're late."
"For real?" Harp said in an annoyed tone, "Kat left a fucking half hour ago. Is she ever gonna get back?"
"I dunno, man. I'll text her."
Harp's usual sleepy grin faded, and was replaced by a slightly sharper look of irritation as he shut off the TV. Carlos finished his text and started cleaning up. TV Dinner packages, candy bar wrappers, and an empty jar of peanut butter littered the ground. Harp's older brother, Brotato walked down from the upstairs.
"I'm going out," he said, "You guys made a big fucking mess. Jesus."
"Yup. Cleaning it up. You taking the car?" Harp responded.
"Why are you cleaning it up now? I thought you should've been gone by quarter to ten? Y'know what? Whatever. See ya." Brotato quickly slammed the door behind him.
"Damn, what a dick." Harp said.
"Harp, think about what we've been doing for the past two hours. Making noise, eating a shit ton of food, playing video games. I, for one, would be irritated. Visambros is probably irritated too."
"True, but my mom would've come down here by now if we were bugging her. Besides, if you thought we were being irritating, why didn't you say anything?"
"I dunno. I didn't think about it until just now."
The two cleaned in silence for a while, before Carlos' phone vibrated. Kat's message read, 'outside'. A car's rumble could be heard from the living room. Carlos let his friend know, and the two of them hopped into Kat's car.
"You guys ready?" She asked, sizing them up. Carlos stood at 5'7" tall, and was wearing a beanie, a t-shirt, and jeans. His black hair was hidden almost completely underneath the cap, and his hawk-like features were accentuated by the lack of his medium length poofy hair. Neither of these things affected his soft gaze, and the calm vibes he sent out. Harp, while much bigger in stature, looked a little more ragged. He clearly hadn't shaved in a while, and wore the same flannel jacket he always did. His jeans were floods, and his jacket was zipped up, likely to hide one of the too-small shirts he often wore. Just about the only sophisticated look he had was his thick rimmed glasses. His brutish features were usually softened by his tired gaze, but since he was irritated, he jutted his bottom jaw forward, and his face contorted to look almost caveman-like.
"How long does it take to get fucking skittles, dude?" Harp asked.
"I saw somebody I knew, and I convinced him to go to the thing. Calm down, man."
"That took longer than thirty minutes?"
"I also had to pump gas, and check on my brother. He got some sort of flu after some shit he won't talk about." Kat hit the accelerator hard as she pulled out of Harp's driveway.
"That's all you had to say," Harp sounded calmer, and his jaw went back to its natural position. "Just wish you coulda checked on him before the rest of them were waiting on us. Rock told me how hard it was to convince Kenny to come already, and then we're this late. But whatever. It doesn't matter."
"Who's bringing it?" Carlos asked.
"Who else? Dark Fox." Kat replied.
"I shoulda known. That fucking guy. Why are we going to Portland High, by the way?"
"Nothing but a fence keeping us out, and nobody else has a reason to come into the building."
"Are you sure there's no night school going on?" Harp asked, with a neutral look on his face.
Kat replied, "Rock looked into it, and he found out that even if Night School was Tonight, it ends at nine." She pulled off the road, "We're here. Dark Fox cut a hole in the parking lot fence. Let's go."
The three of them got out of the car, and searched around for the cut fence. After a minute or so of searching, someone Carlos didn't recognize approached them from the other side of the fence, and angrily whispered, "Where the hell were you, Kat? I've been here for ages, with four people I don't fucking know."
"Calm down, Shepard. I'm here now. This is Harp, and Carlos. Now where's the hole?"
"Follow me. Over here." He stiffly walked over to the hole, and spread it open. "C'mon."
Kat ducked under the hole first, then Harp, then Carlos. Together, they walked to the Football Field, where four shadowy figures stood around a cooler. As the four of them approached, One turned towards them, and said, "Think fast!" And tossed a beer at Carlos.
"Shit!" Carlos hit it with one hand, sending it high into the air. On its way back down, he grasped it with both hands. "Fucking hell, Dfh."
Rock laughed from the other side of the cooler, "Nice." Rock wore thick rimmed glasses similar to Harp's, and had long, dirty blonde hair. He wore an unbuttoned button up shirt, with a tank top underneath, and a large belt buckle with baggy cargo pants. His features were flat-ish, and he stood at a medium height, with a narrow build. Next to Rock stood the ever-silent TeamKennyAlways, sometimes called Kenny, or TKA. He was easily the smallest there, but also one of the most likable. He didn't speak much, but when he did, he spoke softly, and with care. Rock and TKA had particular soft spots for each other, as a while back, Rock was sick, or something, and TKA was the only person who visited him in the hospital every day. Even Rock's parents missed a few days.
"Could I get a bottle opener?"
"Hell yeah, little man." Dark Fox tossed his keys. Dark Fox was older than the rest of the people around. He sported a mustache, slacks, and a button up shirt. He usually dressed more casually, but whenever he would buy for those underage, he would dress up nicer, and clean up a little, in order to avoid suspicion.
"Fuck off." Carlos opened the bottle and tossed the opener back.
After that, the rest of the night was a blur to Carlos. One minute, Shepard was refusing to drink, the next, Rock and Harp were trying to climb the field goal, TKA timidly sipped whiskey, Carlos himself broke a window, then after that, some gross looking dude was trying to grab onto Shepard, as Dark Fox joked about the guy coming onto him.
When Carlos woke up, the first thing he noticed was the wicked headache he had. Next, he noticed the lack of his t-shirt, then the lack of his beanie. After that, everything hit him at once. He was on a rooftop, others were passed out around him, while TKA and Shepard were pacing on the edge of the building, worriedly whispering. A terrible smell was all around them.
"What... The fuck happened last night?" Carlos whined.
Shepard jumped out of fear. "God. You scared me."
"Zombies, dude, fucking zombies!" TKA shouted.
"I'm telling you, there's no such thing." Shepard covered his mouth with his hand, and shook.
Carlos stood up, and waddled to where TKA and Shepard were standing.
"Then what do you think these fucking things are?"
Below them, pale people shuffled back and forth mindlessly, all throughout the football field where they had started the night. They reeked of death, and some were walking around without limbs, or exposed bones.