The Walking Dead: Forum's Story: Season 2

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The Walking Dead: Forum's Story: Season 2

Second day, 9:25 AM

"Kat, are you alright?" Carlos said, looking up at his friend's vein-y eyes and pale face.

"Fuck off." She said, knitting her eyebrows and curling her mouth into a frown.

"No, really. You don't look... Healthy." Carlos grabbed Kat's arm, but she shook him off and kept walking. "Kat. Let's take a second. Come on. Into this house."

Kat stopped for a moment, then turned and said, "Fine. Let's go. You check for those things, I'll loot the kitchen. "

Wordlessly, Kat walked inside, not waiting for Carlos. Inside the house, there wasn't much to speak of. Most of the cabinets were cleaned out, and hanging open. Though one couch sat in what was once a living room, and a old, boxy TV sat, tuned to static, much of the furniture was missing. Immediately, Kat muttered in disappointment. Carlos didn't much mind the state of the house. He checked down the hallway, and most of the other rooms in the house seemed similarly abandoned. The only fully furnished room left looked like it once belonged to a little girl, with dollhouses and pink clothes littering the ground. Once Carlos felt sufficiently sure there was nobody there, he looked back down the hallway, only to see Kat messing with something in the floor, removed floor tiles lay all around her.

"What are you doing?"

"A few floor tiles had a rubber frame instead of actual mortar. My grandparents had that, too. Underneath, there should be... Yup." Kat laughed, then grunted, pulling a metal box from the floor, "A wine fridge. Want a drink?"

Carlos sat, dumbfounded, before saying, "Right now? Really? There are people walking around dead out there, man!"

"Chill out, little man. I'm not looking to get blackout drunk, I just need a drink to get me through." She grabbed a corkscrew and a bottle of aged wine.

"You need a drink to get through the day? What? Do you tweak if you don't?"

"Not your fucking business."

"Christ, Kat. I-"

"Man, what the fuck happened to you? You always said shit like, 'Not my decision,' when I asked you for advice. It wasn't your call. Now you're gonna get all preachy and shit? Man, fuck off."

"This doesn't just affect you, Kat," Carlos tried to soften his tone, "If you've gotta be drunk all the time, that's a huge drain on all of us."

"Really? Well then you better get back soon. I guaran-fucking-tee you Dark Fox and Dfh are gonna be tweaking way worse than I am. Also, fuck off. Get our parents, already. I'll be right behind. I'm still getting Shepard's parents. I just need a minute."

"Fine." Carlos stomped off to the door, and paused: "But you can get your own fucking parents."

Who the fuck does she think she is? She doesn't have any fucking right to put us all in danger like-

Bang!

A gunshot sounded off in the distance. Carlos seemed frozen for a few seconds. It came from a long ways behind him, but he had a sinking feeling he knew just where it had hit. I hope everyone's alright, Carlos thought as his house came into view. His street was relatively empty, with few cars where they usually were. and no monsters in the vicinity. A pickup truck with the label, "Heisenberg's Delivery Service" on the door, however, still sat in the driveway to his one story suburban house. The window into the bathroom was boarded with what Carlos recognized as the intricately carved legs of his dinner table, but other than that, his house seemed the same as before he left.

He felt almost awkward as he was about to knock on the door. Something so normal after such an absurd day. Carlos turned around, and checked for the monsters on the street. Completely empty.

"Mom? Dad?" Carlos called out. A second of silence was followed by the sounds of movement. Carlos recognized each creek in the floorboards as one person walked from the kitchen to the front door. The blinds were pulled apart by two skinny, long fingers. Carlos recognized his father's glasses and eyes peering at him through the window.

Once his father recognized him, he sprang for the door, and excitedly swung it open.

"Carlos! Where have you been?" Heisenberg sounded almost in tears. "Have you seen your mother?"

"No. Where is she?"

"I don't know. She was at some meeting when this all happened."

"She was at a meeting at midnight?"

"She said that she was meeting with some Japanese businessmen or something, I don't know. That's not important. Where have you been?

"Me and a few friends got stuck at the Portland High School We're all holed up there. I was sent out to get some of our parents."

"How many people are there?"

"Including me, and the two other people looking for parents right now, there are seven kids there," He hesitated for a second, "and one adult."

"Who's the adult?"

"Just uh... Just some harmless low level drug dealer." Carlos saw his father's disappointed look, and got defensive, "He was-he was begging for his life at our gates, and we just couldn't say no. He didn't have a weapon or anything. We che-double checked him. Whatever, that's not important right now either. All that's important is that we need to go to Dfh's house. Does your truck have any gas?"

"Yeah. Where does Dfh live again?"

"I can drive us there, y'know. It's not like a cop is gonna ask us for my license."

"If we come into anything bad, the driver is the first one that's gonna be targeted. You're not driving."

"Fine. He lives in that apartment building next to the diner that I had my thirteenth birthday in."

"I know where that is. What floor?"

"Third floor."

"Alright, let me pack some things in my truck, and we'll go."