The Walking Dead: Forum's Story: Season 2

Sorry for the crazy delays, guys. Shit's been going on. Here's a little preview, in return for your lasting patience. There have been issues on both of our ends.

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Black. That's all Hagen could see. He tasted the dirty rag used in place of a gag in his mouth. He smelled the sweat of the man behind him, whimpering like a dog. He felt the hogties around his hands and feet. The academy had trained him to take bad situations, and be ever vigilant. Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and low whispers. While the body behind him shivered, wobbled, and whined, Hagen tried to be a rock. Trying to recognize the voices, if he could. He decided to try to say something to them.

"Mmi? Mmi Mmmih?"

One growling, grumbling, serious, smoker-lunged voice arose: "Want to hear what he has to say, little man?"

"Very funny," Another, cleaner, precise, and equally serious voice, responded. The shivering man tried to scream.

"Not you, queer," the growling voice commanded, "Shut the fuck up." The other man froze in place.

The clean voice suddenly was very close to his left ear, as it whispered, "If you scream, it'll all be over in a second. Understand?"

Hagen silently nodded. The gag was removed from his throat. Hagen reflexively gagged, and puked a little in his mouth.

"Why?" He said, voice shaking, "Why this? What did I do?"

Silence followed. Agonizing silence.

The growler laughed. "Campman sends his regards, asshole." The other man screamed louder.

Shit.

Yeah, sorry about Lucy, Harp.

Me and my aunt's dog were really close until he one day... He ended up getting run over chasing a rabbit. Poor Harley. I still have a picture of him when he was a puppy on my shelf.

All I'm saying is... I know how you feel. And I really am sorry.

3:53pm, Day 3

"Fuck!" Crackman shouted, kicking nearby trash can. After having a long walk, since they had to take a detour, Jake and him have finally reached the school. The problem was, it seemed like shit. Most of the windows were broken, the front front door was opened, and about fifteen walkers roamed nearby it. They were too late.

Jake sighed. "That's what I feared. All those tons of scared people trying to hide in the school, like a cattle, just made things more dangerous, not safer. I guess it's my turn to say it. I'm sorry, man. I'm really sorry about Ellie."

Crackman turned towards Jake, with anger. "I'm not gonna give up until I see the body. I-I just can't fail her." Jake nodded with understanding. His reaction wasn't much different when he learned about his parents. Only difference between him and Crack was, there still was a slight hope for Crackman. He wanted to say something, but Crack suddenly got excited about something.

"Look, there's an opening near the entrance. I'm comin' in!" He said and started sprinting towards the door. The zombies walked a bit further away, but were still dangerously close. Jake cursed and ran behind Crack. They managed to evade all the walkers and got inside the school, loudly closing the door behind them. They were in the hallway, and Jake thanked god it was surprisingly empty.

"...okay, so what's your... plan? Jake asked, trying to catch his breath. Crack shrugged carelessly and started walking through the hallway. "Dunno, we just have to search the building and hope for the best." He answered, and the two started making their way towards classrooms. Jake noticed a few bodies lying on the floor. Heads of most of them were completely smashed, so it was hard to determine whether it used to be humans or walkers.

"Man, this place is a mess." Crack whispered, as they approached first classroom. He opened the door, and saw a dozen of walkers inside, approaching him. "SHIT!" He yelled, as he slammed the door and held it. "Dude, find something to block it, or we're screwed."

Jake quickly got to the empty closet nearby and grabbed a broom. He threw it to Crack, who blocked the door knob with it. "Maybe next time try looking through the key hole first, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry about that." Crack answered, and continued walking.

They checked the next class, nothing was there. Only a few walkers in another three rooms. There wasn't any sight of humans nearby. "She has to be here. She just has to." Crack said to himself, slowly losing hope.

They walked next few seconds in silence, until they heard quiet weeping coming from the other side of the hall. As they were getting closer, the cry was louder and louder, until they eventually got to biology classroom. Crackman opened the door, without even checking it first.

"Holy shit." He whispered in shock, seeing a small girl crouching in the corner. "Ellie!" The girl looked at him and stopped crying. She ran towards Crackman and hugged him tightly. "I knew you'll find me! I was scared, but I knew you will." She said with happiness.

Jake shook his head with disbelief. "So that's your sister? I can't believe she survived all that."

Crack laughed. "She's tough, just like her brother."

"Tougher than her brother, I'd say." Jake argued. Ellie nodded in approval.

"Come on, you guys hurt my feelings." Crack said, with a grin even bigger than before. "But really, how did you manage to survive, kid?"

Ellie's expression suddenly got darker, like she was scared of something. "Can we just get out now? Please."

"Okay. Don't worry, you're safe now." The group of three got out of the school in a matter of minute. Jake was surprised by how easy it was. The walkers weren't near the entrance anymore, so they walked out safely and started heading towards the base. Things were finally starting to look up.



The way back only took them about an hour, since they didn't have to take a detour this time. The entire way Crackman was talking with Ellie about their parents and their group. Jake was quiet, he didn't want to interrupt family reunion. He got lost in thoughts about his own family, how he won't ever experience thing Crackman just did. His parents were dead, and he had no hope that his sister managed to survive. He had no idea what to do with himself from now on.

Crack noticed te trailer park in the distance. "We're almost there, kid. I'm gonna introduce you to my friends and get you settled in my place, okay?" Ellie nodded. Jake noticed she was acting weird since he met her. Like she was too scared to say something. I'm just being dumb, I don't even know her. He figured in the end.

NFTS was apparently on the watch. He was sitting on a wooden chair behind the gate, with his hunting rifle and binoculars lying on the ground next to him. He seemed excited and nervours at the same time.

"So, where are my parents? You found them right?" He asked right after the group approached, not paying attention to the kid.

"All we found at your place is a note saying they're heading to LA. Sorry." Jake answered.

NFTS looked heavily disappointed, which could've been expected. "We have a family there, so they must be safe. I just can't believe they didn't wait for me. Damn it!"

"Well, at least they're alive, unlike my parents." Jayko muttered with anger, shocking NFTS. Butefore he could say a thing, Jake quickly walked away, towards his trailer.

"Just give him some time, dude. Talking won't help right now, since we have no idea how he feels." NFTS nodded, sad for his friend. "Anyway, gather the rest of the group, okay? I want to introduce them to Ellie."

In was already an evening, when the group gathered around the campfire in the middle of the base. Only Jake was missing, since he wanted to be alone, and Deadwaste, who took the watch. It was the nicest evening Brotato had in a past couple of days. Pika played a guitar he found, which he was good at, while everyone ate dinner. Brotato only saw Crackman as happy as he was now, while he was smoking weed. Bro was hoping Harp and his mother were safe too, just like Ellie.

Pika stopped playing the guitar after some time, just as Dome was changing group's conversation to new topic. "I think it's time Ellie should tell us what happened at the school. It's amazing that she was the only survivor and you managed to find her." Girl was seemingly worried as he said that.

"C'mon, there's nothing to fear around us." Crack calmed her down, getting her to speak.

"Well, a lot of people were at the school. Some kids I knew from my class too. I think it was all good, until today morning, when some wounded man was let into our group. A bit before you arrived, the man got worse. He attacked and killed some other people. They shot him, but it attracted th-the monsters. They came in and a lot of people died, while luring monsters into empty classrooms. Then they escaped from the school, and left me behind."

"The fuck!? How could they live a kid alone out there?" Pika asked, not understanding.

"Was there any reason they did that, Ellie?" Dome asked, more calmly.

Crack's sister stared shaking. "They said that man they brought in was bitten, that's why he died."

NFTS widened his eyes. "Christ, you don't mean you...?"

Before he finished, Ellie rolled up her sleave and showed a small scratch on her arm. "One of them tried to bite me. Before others helped me, it left that mark. They said I was a danger now and told me to stay in the school"

Crackman paled with fear, speechless. Dome started rubbing his eyes, worried. "Boy, you do realise what that means, right?" He asked Crackman.

"Nothing at all! Look at how fucking small that wound is, she's fine." Crack shouted back at him, angered.

"Bite's a bite. We can't just keep her here and pretend that nothing has happened until she turns!" Ellie yelled, scared, as Dome said that.

NFTS joined into the argument, siding with Crack. "Dome, you're a fucking asshole. It's his sister we're talking about."

Dome took a deep breath to calm down. "I'm only trying to protect the group, for Christ's sake. Have some sense, people!"

Brotato faced his friend. "Crack, I'm so sorry, but she's gonna die. You know that." Crackman shook his head, feeling betrayed. "We have to-" Crack didn't let Bro finish and punched him in the nose, breaking it. Brotato fell to the ground, as Crackman punched him several more times, leaving his friend screaming from pain on the ground.

"We're going to sleep. Don't you come near her, you sick fucks." He said, as he grabbed crying Ellie's arm and led her to their trailer.

Dome wanted to stop him but Pika stopped him. "You won't achieve anything right now, boss. Leave him to sleep it off." Dome cursed and stepped back.

"We better not regret it."

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8:02 am, Day 4

Crackman was dreaming of his family together again. They all were happy, acting like there wasn't any apocalypse around. And most importantly, Ellie was not bitten. It was her birthday party. He was singing Happy birthday, along with his parents, while Ellie was blowing the candles on her chocolate cake. Everyone was happy. "Hey man, wake up. Dome wants to see both of you." Crack opened his eyes, frustrated, and saw Pika standing over his bed.

"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute."

Pika nodded. "Sure, take your time. I'm gonna wake your sis up."

Crack's head was aching. He was thinking most of the night about the bite. Maybe Dome was right, he wasn't sure anymore. He got up and started getting dressed, when Pika called him.

"Hey, dude, there's something wrong with your sister." Crack turned around and looked towards Ellie's bad, horrified. She turned.

"PIKA, GET OUT OF THERE!" Crack called, but it was too late. His sister jumped from the bed and bit Pika's throat, ripping it apart, as he screamed in pain. Pika fell to the ground, dead, and Ellie started slowly walking towards her brother. Crack was stunned, he couldn't do anything. The small walker was just about to jump at him, when Deadwaste kicked the door in and shot Ellie in the head.

Crackman passed out.

not if I rape you first.

It's my special ability.

Here's Harp's new chapter, folks.



Last time, on The Walking Dead:

"We need to discuss getting everybody's parents. It kept me up pretty much all night," Harp said.

"Here's how we divvy it up." Carlos had a smirk as he spoke, "Kat, since Shepard lives so far away, you go get his parents. Since Dfh, Kat, and I all live in the same area, I'll get our parents. Harp, same deal with your parents, and the parents of Rock and TKA. Alright? Sound good?"

TKA chimed in, "I can go get someone's parents."

"No." Harp interrupted.

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"Yeah. I guess this is goodbye, Harp," Carlos seemed worried.

"For now." Harp smiled, and hugged his friends. "See you two soon."

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

"Not your fucking business."

"Christ, Kat. I-"

"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."

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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.

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"Mom? Dad?" Carlos recognized his father's glasses and eyes peering at him through the window.

"Carlos! Where have you been?" Heisenberg sounded almost in tears.

"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?"


"Fucker!"

The poor woman fell. The man she was with, his face became red, and his eyes watery. He turned to the culprit, who vacantly stared at the newly bloodied floor. This moment of silence was interrupted by two large hands closing around the shooter's throat. In shock, the gun dropped. A few weak punches did not weaken this man's grasp. If anything, the hands clamped tighter.

"Cocksucker!"

The shooter tried tapped out. He came here looking for food, he didn't want to kill anyone. Thoughts drifted to his life until this point. It all flashed. Each birthday, each dog he buried, each sale he made, and every person he'd wronged. From his fifth grade girlfriend to the funerals he skipped.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." That's what he wanted to say. It came out more like panicked choking sounds.

As his vision grayed, he heard a soft whisper.

"Harp, stop."

The barbaric man strangling him turned around, "Mom?"

He then turned back, chucked the thief out the open front door and slammed it. Terrified gasps were all the thief could do for a solid minute. Just as he started to sit up, the front door opened again, slamming the thief in the forehead. The barbarian now carried the poor injured soul. The barbarian looked down, spat, and ran hurriedly to the car parked in the driveway.

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Dfh's apartment complex seemed crawling with them. Whatever they are. Those things.

"I'm telling you, Carlito, this is a lost cause."

"No, dad, no it's not. I promised Dfh I'd try to find his parents."

"You planning to just charge in there?"

"You put the ladder back there, didn't you?" Carlos looked to the bed of the pickup truck. The ladder sat next to a tool-bag, and two garbage bags of clothing. "Pull up on the sidewalk a few doors down, put her in neutral, and drift into place. Then hit the brake. I can do the rest."

"Where is into place?"

"Dfh lived in apartment 308, so... If I remember the layout right... Second from the... left."

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"You're scaring me, sweetie. Slow down."

"We fucking HAVE to get to Rock's house. Rock's dad used to live on a farm in Idaho. I remember him telling us stories about him fixing his siblings' injuries. He can help."

"Where were you, Harpadarpa?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You and MoustachedPotato both disappearing in the middle of the night. Were you two doing drugs? You know what that did to your father..."

"Brotato might've been, but I swear to you," the liar paused for effect, "I wasn't."

"What were you doing then?"

"There was a free concert at Portland High. We went there. But regardless, who fucking cares? You're hurt!"

"Drugs connect you to bad people, sweetie."

Both Harp and Visambros came close to hitting the dashboard as Harp slammed the brakes. "Stay here. I'll check on Rock's dad."

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Though he had his doubts, Heisenberg let the parking brake go at Carlos' signal. Slowly, the truck began to inch forward. Those things just crumpled under the truck. Almost as if they had no idea what was going on. Because of how slow he was going, and how little they were reacting, he wondered if a dent would be left at all. Suddenly, a loud grunt came from the bed of the truck. Carlos had stuck their biggest kitchen knife through the forehead of one of the monsters. It crumpled.

"Oh my God." Heisenberg's voice went an octave above what he had ever heard it go. Carlos turned to his father, and, eyes wide, put his open palm out, fingers pointing up. Heisenberg turned forward, and slammed on the brakes. He heard Carlos cuss more as he fell into the bags of clothes. Quickly, his boy recovered, and began to set up the ladder.

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Brakes sounded outside of Michael's home. Michael grabbed his rifle, and stood ready.

Knocks sounded from the doorway. Michael stayed still.

"Mike? I need help, right fucking now! It's Harp. Your son's okay, just get OUT HERE!"

Kinda disconjointed there, but still good nonetheless.