Several hours after he jumped out of the vehicle and said goodbye to his good friend Harp, Brotato fell to his knees and felt defeated. For the first time in a very long time. He didn't feel like he was winning this time. Well, he wasn't at all.
"You always thought you were so cool, you fucking moron. You left your friends. You decided to jump out of the car instead of staying with your friends and helping them." Brotato laughed to himself, "Ohhhh what my Taekwondo instructor would be saying right now..."
Remind yourself that you are the best and nobody can ever tell you different
"What a load of crap"
He heard the cock of a gun behind him. It sounded like a heavy weapon. He turned his head around but a shot rang across his ears. His hearing was flooded with the sound of that gunshot firing next to his hear.
"You missed." He said, after a few seconds.
"I'm not trying to kill you. State your business." The man was wearing a police uniform.
"State my what?"
"State your goddamn business. What are you doing in Willow Creek, California?"
"Touring the great state of California. And running into you assholes, what about you?"
"I'm an officer of the law, friend. I don't think you wanna cross that road."
"Officer of the law, huh? Alright. I did kill a few people several days ago, so I guess you have to take me in, right?"
"Well, I'm glad you decided to be honest. I saw the level of brutality you showed while performing those kills."
Brotato looked at the other officer who had a shotgun. "Hey, you got anything to add, chatterbox? I'm all ears, actually one ear because some asshole decided to nearly explode my ear off."
"Shut your mouth." The quiet officer said.
"Now I'm Captain Daniels. This here is my partner, Officer Mitchell. We're here to take you in for your crimes against human nature. Please stand up and put your hands behind your head."
Brotato chuckled, "Alright... so that's how it's gonna be." He stood up, did as he said and heard actual handcuffs being clicked. He picked the right moment to turn around and punch the officer in the head, and succeeded. He ran for it and heard the officers ordering for him to stop.
"STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE CHIEF! STOP RIGHT NOW!" The officer adjusted his shoulder to fire the assault rifle and fired a shot in Brotato's leg, this made him fall over and hit his head against the concrete.
"Wake up. Hey. Goddamn, you're quite the sleeper." A familiar voice said. It felt a bit distorted but he heard some familiarity to it. His vision cleared up and his hearing.
"You're awake. Finally. Hello." A new face, he was in a police officer uniform as well but had a hat on that said Chief.
"Where am I?" Brotato asked, realizing he had a brace on his leg and a bandage on the side of his head.
"You've been out for six days. Quite the concussion you got from that road. Nasty little bitch, ain't it? Hah. Anyways, you're in Cresent City, California. About a 2 hour drive from where we picked you up. Our officers have been scouting the Farrows. We were planning on bringing them in, until you and your friends killed them all. I hear you had the most fun with your kills. We also tracked your friend that you left behind. Harp, was it?"
"What have you done with him?"
"Nothing. He got away. It's just the woman he was with... she well, she put up a fight. Nearly killed one of my officers. My Captain killed her in self-defense. And the rest of your other friends, and those army guys we were trying to get as well but they got away. You jumped out of the car, why is that, huh?"
"I was trying to help my friends... well, I tried to help Harp. I never found Carlos. We... we thought they were bad people... so we helped IWMT kill them.. I didn't have fun killing them, I'm not a monster, man."
"Of course you're not." The Chief grinned.
"Now, listen... I like you. I do. I've grown a fondness for you. I consider you an ally. I would offer you a position as one of my Officers. But you must first serve your time of course."
"I don't want to be apart of you people. I need to leave and find my friends."
"Oh, of course. You can. After you've served your time. Which is... several months."
"Man, it's not that bad. With kills like that, in the old world you'd be getting a life sentence. I'm thinking eight or nine months."
"You can't keep me here. This isn't a goddamn prison."
"Oh, just because the world ended doesn't mean our humanity ended. We must remain as we once were. In order. And we will put dangerous criminals like yourself in custody so they will never hurt anyone again. Do you understand me, Brotato?" The Chief smiled, patting the man on the shoulder.
"The doc will be in here in a few minutes to check up on you. Then the Block Commander will show you to your cell. It's about 4:30 PM which means dinner is soon. That will start at 6, and last until 8. Of course you can just skip dinner if you aren't feeling up to it. Just tell the Block Commander. I wouldn't skip dinner if I were you. So many interesting people there to meet. Why don't you go ahead and meet them at dinner?"
"You're fucking stupid, you know that right?"
"Maybe I am. But whatever you think of this place, just remember that no matter what you will do out there... you will always be provided for here... Unless you've done a crime so horrible you get the death penalty. But there has yet to be someone who recieves that."
The Chief left the room and Brotato leaned against the wall. This can't be happening.
Brotato thought of ways to escape this room, he already tried the door but it was locked. All he could do was wait to leave the room. The door unlocked and opened, a black woman who was actually pretty attractive entered.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Eva. Pleasure to meet you. How's your leg doing?"
"Uh, good, I guess."
"How's your head doing?"
"Good, I guess. Hey, you think.. you could get me the fuck out of here?"
"No, did you really think I'd let you out of here?"
"Depends. Maybe if you knew what kind of person I was, that I don't deserve to be here."
"There's been many people who say the same thing. You can try to convince me all you want, strangle me, beat me, yell at me, whatever, I've already seen it happen so many times."
"People who've been in my position have done those things to you?"
"Yup. Part of the job."
"Why do you keep doing it?"
"Because it makes me feel safe. This place is safe. Maybe it may not seem that way for you, seeing as you are a convicted killer."
"Listen here, E-Eva... There is no conviction anymore. People do what they have to do or they die. These guys aren't real police.. The real police are gone. Dead."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. Well, it seems you're fine. I'll go inform the Block Commander to let you into your cell. Have a good day, sir." The doctor left the room and Brotato sighed, "Fools..."
Brotato had waited 15 minutes. The door opened and a big strong man who looked like a WWE star stood up. "Come with me." The Block Commander said.
"I said... Come with me. You wanna end up with another concussion, friend?"
"You're not a real policeman... you can't order me to do anything. So fuck off."
"By the order of the Chief of The New World's Police Department, get up off your ass and follow me to your new cell."
"By the order of the blah-blah, shut the fuck up you pathetic little bitch. You're all idiots. The world's ended but I still wind up in JAIL! Goddamn this sucks." Brotato stood up and stared at the bulky man.
"That is your final warning. Come with me. Now."
Brotato spit in his face and then the Block Commander punched him square in the face, which caused Brotato to be pushed back against the wall. His nose was bleeding now. The Block Commander grabbed him and carried him on his back. Brotato felt his vision fade out and then he finally blacked out."
"Wake up. Come on. This is no fun being ignored like this." The familiar voice spoke again, but a little less distorted than before. Brotato's vision came back into place and saw a new face, a black man wearing a black beanie and a white tank top.
"And who are you?"
"I asked you a question, bro. What's your name?" The fellow prisoner asked.
"Nice to meet you. What are you in for? oh, and I'm Tyrone."
"Where am I?"
"Cell Block T. Cell 13. You're my new cell partner, since my last one decided to end his own life. Can't blame him, shitty place... well, for us anyways. It's pretty luxurious for those elite people. The Chief, most of all and The Block Commander. What a fat stack of luxury he has."
"Look, man. The Doc fixed up your nose. It's not broken. The dude just hit you pretty good. It may hurt for a bit she said, she also told me to give you some pills." Tyrone handed the pills to him.
"You never asked my question." Tyrone said.
"What are you in for?"
"I killed some bad people."
"Huh. The Farrows?"
"I don't know who they are, but that's been the main priority around here. The Farrows over in Willow Creek. Most deadliest motherfuckers ever to walk in the apocalypse. And you took them out, by yourself?"
"I had friends... And some other assholes who lied to us."
"Ah, I see. Did your friends not make it?"
"I don't know."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sorry you'll never find out. I'm in for killing someone. He tried to kill me, so I killed him. The PoPo didn't think that as self-defense, so they took me in and threw me in this cell. This place is the best and worst thing that happened to me."
"It led me to my brother. And well, it's a total shithole. That's why. You see, my brother had gone missing off into the night, I figured he decided to try and be cool and go find a bunch of supplies and impress a girl we found. My brother is a boastful one, hah. He never came back. We went looking for him a day after he disappeared. The woman I was with was killed by the man I killed. That's when I 'disappeared' as well. Took me all the way to Crescent City. Locked me up with my brother. My brother's been a real asshole lately... if you ever talk to him, you'll know that."
"Sorry to hear that. At least you guys found each other."
"Y-Yeah... Well, there's always good out of the bad, right?"
"Not all the time."
"Hmm." Tyrone smiled. The bell rang, and Brotato looked confused.
"Dinner time. This is your first dinner, right? Well, it's easy. You can just sit with me... I'll introduce you to some of my good friends."
"I don't really know anyone else, so yeah, that'd be cool."
"Honestly, I think I'm the most friendly person you'll ever come across in here, my friend." The two were escorted out of their cell by a Cell Officer, Brotato eyed their guns, and batons. He was thinking of grabbing one of them but it was too risky. He didn't want to get killed. He had to get out of here and find his friends.
They entered the lunch room where maybe 15 or 16 convicts were walking around getting food.
"I've tasted semen better then this food!" A woman who had extremely yellow teeth yelled.
"That's Becky. Don't talk to her. And don't even think about getting really friendly with her, if you know what I mean."
"I'll cut your dick off if the food is this shitty tomorrow!" Becky yelled. Tyrone grabbed a plate and Brotato did too. The two men walked over to a table that was empty.
"Alright, look, my friends are cool. They'll welcome you... they're cool with me, so I'll make sure they're cool with you, okay? Just you gotta be cool with them, too."
"yeah, yeah, fine."
Another black man, presumably Tyrone's brother, a white woman who was attractive and a man in a police uniform was following the woman. The woman looked behind her to the man and looked nervous. The black man sat next to Tyrone and the white woman sat next to Brotato.
"Marshal, what is it, man? We're eating." Tyrone asked the man in the police uniform.
"Just checking on you all. And this beautiful little babe." He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them. She shook her head, "Leave me alone..." Marshal didn't listen.
"The lady said leave her alone."
"Careful, Brotato. Listen, Marshal... he's new here, alright? Don't hold it against him."
"You've got some balls standing up for someone you don't know. And with those big balls of yours, can you fight? And when you fight, do they just dangle or do you use them to fight?" Marshal chuckled, putting his hands on his waist.
"You're a weirdo."
"Okay. I'll take that. Heh. Look, buddy... I'm Marshal. It's my name and you'd best not forget it or else I'll come remind you. Now... Don't you ever try to interfere with me and my loved one, that is a very dangerous line you are crossing and you would be wise and listen to your new friend Tyrone to shut your little fucking mouth and do as your told."
Brotato laughed, "Dude, you are really not intimidating at all. I can't take you seriously, I'm sorry."
"Now's not the time to joke around, Brotato."
"Are any of you LEGITIMATELY intimidated by this fucking clown? The guy looks like an Oompa Loompa in a police uniform." Brotato laughed again. Marshal grabbed the woman and pushed her off to the side. He grabbed Brotato by the arms and pulled him off the booth. He punched him in the face then kicked him in the leg. Brotato groaned and fell over. He was bleeding in his nose again.
"You think you're the best MOTHERFUCKER? OH NO YOU'RE NOT!" Marshal yelled. Brotato quickly got up and used his good leg that wasn't shot to kick Marshal in the stomach. He groaned and fell back, then Brotato punched him in the face twice and then did a spinning kick which sent Marshal to the ground and he ended up passing out.
"I am the best, you little fucking bitch. I am the-" He was knocked out once again by the Block Commander, with a punch to the head.
Brotato woke again and heard the familiar voice once again.
"I'm going to kill you. So fucking hard. WAKE UP YOU FUCKING CUNT!" The voice started out recognizable but was not the same voice as the other voice he had heard before. As he began to yell, the voice got very distorted till he shook awake. He looked at Marshal standing in front of him with a gun in his hand.
"Hey, friend. I'm gonna need you to get up." Marshal cocked the gun. Brotato sighed, "You again?"
"Yup. Me. Now get your ass up. Now. I won't ask again." Brotato rose up from the Infirmary Bed and was pressed to walk forward. Marshal held the gun to his back, "One wrong move. Bang."
"Got it." Brotato said. "Where are we going?" The two men exited the Infirmary.
"Due to you assaulting an officer of the law, you are to be escorted at all times. With a gun handy. I have the authority to actually kill you, now, boy."
"Why don't you do it then?"
"I respect my Chief. I'm not like you. Not a murderer."
"Alright, whatever, I don't really want to hear your voice much longer so where are we going?"
"You need to work on our broken elevator shaft. That's your punishment. Along with no meals for three days and an armed escorter at all times."
"Sounds fun." Brotato smirked. Marshal slightly smacked Brotato in the side of the head with the pistol. Brotato groaned, "Ouch."
"Keep running your mouth and I'll put you unconscious again. Keep going."
The two men arrived at the Broken Elevator Shaft. There was no elevator.
"The hell you want me to do with this?" Brotato looked at it and saw there was a long drop to the ground. "What the fuck you want me to do with-" Marshal used great force to push Brotato down and he fell down to the bottom of the shaft. He landed on his back, and felt something stab him in the stomach. In the right side of his stomach, a sharp object was stuck inside him. Brotato groaned heavily and heard the elevator door close. Marshal smiled, holstering his gun and walking away.
Brotato felt blood gush out of his body and he couldn't help but fail to breathe. He closed his eyes in his pain and then opened them up again and saw two former people he used to know. One was a good friend, the other...
"I told you I was going to kill you, now I'm going to cut you open and wear your insides like a scarf!" Crackman laughed manically and then Harp sighed, "Don't let him do it, man. Sick bastard. Don't let him do it."
"You're not.. here."
"Denial. That is good. Yum. Something else is also good the sight of you dying. Lovely." Crack gleefully laughed.
"You really fucked up didn't you, brother? Oh yes, you did."
"I mean, I don't even know how things can get worse for you. You've been knocked out, like how many times? About seven? Jesus Christ. Now you're just gonna die here. Pathetic." Harp scoffed. Brotato groaned heavily as he tried to pull himself up.
"Why are you... here?" Brotato croaked.
"Cause we're checking up on our dear old friend. Well, I am, pretty sure the crackman just wants to wear your viscera as a scarf." Harp pointed to Crackman. Brotato sighed, "You're dead."
"Nope. I'm back from the dead as a rapist cop. Mwahahaha. No seriously I'm dead but yeah, I really wanna rip you open so if you could just die I might be able to do so." Crackman smiled gleefully. Brotato grunted, "I'm not dying. Not today."
"Look, bro. It's about what -- thirty feet up there, and you've got a fuckin' metal object stuck through you. Simply put, you are fucked, buddy."
"I don't care. Shut up."
"You know, as much as I wanted to eat you, I did like you." Crackman smiled.
"Shut the fuck up, inbred psychopath." Brotato retorted.
"Ok, now that is just uncalled for. Who said I was inbred? I don't think I said that. I'm just y'know... really hungry for you."
"Okay, well, since it seems like I can't convince you that you are truly fucked, go ahead and get up off your ass and make it back there. Well, go on. I'm tired of listening to this weirdo talk anyways. Seriously, get yourself a taekwondo outfit, you really could use one." Harp chuckled. Brotato yelled to the top of his lungs as he pushed himself up, which ended up being successful, he moved his body over and fell onto the ground. He looked to his right and saw the sharp metal object that had alot of blood all over it. He looked at his wound and he was bleeding severely. Brotato grabbed his legs and pulled himself up. His only option was to climb that pipe.
"Did I ever tell you about my wife?" Crackman asked.
"Oh, please. I don't wanna know." Harp said.
"It's a good story, really. Don't be an asshole, Harp."
"I don't suppose you could tune his voice out or anything, bruh?" Harp asked Brotato. Brotato had no idea why he was hearing Harp and Crack's voices. Out of all voices he knew, one of them had to be the psychopathic killer.
"I married her in like, what -- five years before all this horseshit started? Yeah, so... we loved each other for a while... had some hardcore sex, some of it got a little violent, including chopping off one of her arms and then going to the police and claiming it was a bear. My wife did not care because she loved me. That all changed soon after."
"I can tell this is going to get weird."
Brotato grunted several times in pain as he grabbed the pipe, trying his best to hold himself up then climb at the same time.
"She actually decided to not go places with me anymore. She said she was tired. Since she recently lost her arm cause of me, and me being a loving husband, I decided to be okay with it. Soon after, she was the one who was always out. And I was the one who was always home."
"I wonder why..." Harp smirked. Brotato was getting higher on the pipes while Harp and Crackman still stood on the grounds. Crackman continued his story, "One night, she came home. It was about 4am. She was in the bathroom for about a half an hour. I went in there and she was just cleaning up something but I didn't know what. She said she would come to bed and have sex with me again which was weird. I followed her to wherever she was going to the next day, she stopped at K-Mart, Toys R Us, Little Caesar's Pizza, the Porn Video Store, the Bar, and an apartment where she met up with another man. I got mad. I decided to calm down because I didn't wanna anger my lady who seemed like she was cheating on me, but anyways, I went to check on what was going on... I peeked in through the window."
Harp raised his eyebrow in intrigue as Crackman took a pause in his story. Brotato was almost at the elevator shaft door which was closed.
"He was taking a shit on my wife. He was taking a big old shit on my wife, guys."
Harp rolled his eyes, "What an interesting story."
"Yeah, whatever, fuck you."
Brotato reached the top of the pipeline, he began to feel dizzy and saw the blood pool down on the ground, he knocked on the closed elevator door that had called no elevator strangely, he knocked on it repeatedly until his vision drooped a bit and he fell off the pipe, back onto the ground. He was lucky enough to miss the sharp object, he landed on his back and groaned and felt his side.
"The only way you get out of this chair, and the only way I don't hurt you is that you give me everything you can on your group." Jayko whispered in his ear. The man shuddered in fear and then shook his head, "I don't see. I don't see it."
"See what?" Jayko asked.
"I don't see the outcome where I survive at all."
"So, you're not gonna tell me anything more about your group?
"I will--not.... do...do as you... must...Just....please...don't-" The man was interrupted when Jayko cocked his revolver and fired a shot in the man's temple. Rodrick ran inside the interrogation chamber and questioned, "What the fuck!? We needed him!"
"He told me he wasn't gonna give up his group."
"Maybe he would have if you hurt him. You gave him the easy way out."
"We already broke him. The way he moved his body, studying a man's body language is the key to their mental state. An easy way out would be killing him upon meeting him. His death was one of the worst deaths to ever bestow upon a man."
"Whatever, Jayko. If those fuckers attack again, it's your ass. Clean this shit up, I've gotta go talk to the town explaining what the gunshot was. By the way, did you get the new group to fill out those applications yet?"
"No, not all of 'em."
"Well, hop to it, I will not let them sit around on their asses."
"I'll be on it."
"Good. Now clean that shit up." Rodrick, the leader of the community left the room.
Master Psychic - One of the thirteen town representatives. He is to join a council to form order for the community. Rock - Supply runner with Dark Fox. TKA - Fast Food Delivery Nate - Watch Tower Night Shift Dark Fox - Supply runner with Rock Tom - In charge of recording the history of the world, and the occassional writing of his own ideas. SOS - Town Sheriff and Part-Time Electrician
"Everyone's got their jobs. I'm not expecting top-notch work today, alright? This is your first day. Good luck everyone. Each job pays five dollars an hour, except for the Supply Run, that pays twenty-five an hour. You will all get paid on Fridays. Rock and Dark Fox, I'd like to see you for a moment, if you aren't busy. The rest of you, to your posts. Let's get some shit done today, yeah?" Rodrick clapped his hands and walked away with Rock and Dark Fox, the two supply runners. Nobody else in the community would volunteer for that duty.
"Now, I appreciate the two of you taking the risks to do this job. It's very dangerous. I hope you are ready for that. I'm planning out your first mission, you'll be heading deeper in the city. This is not California, boys. This is Montana. You ever been here, in Montana?"
Dark Fox sighed, "Nah, man. Me and Rock, we'll be ready for anything."
"I sure hope you're right. Now, I'm thinking you two head into the city and scavenge whatever they have left. We've gotten reports from our scouts who are currently somewhere that we do not know of. Don't worry, that's normal. When they go out, they usually come back after a couple weeks. It's been one week, so..." Rodrick coughed, "Okay... The scouts report that it can be very dangerous, hostiles that are definitely not going to want to let you take anything there, so expect to fight them. With guns. You'll both be given an assault rifle with plenty of ammo, Jayko recently found tons of ammo while looking for a group. He's another one of the scouts, but he's stayed behind for personal reasons. You'll also be given a machete, both of you and two handguns for each of you. You understand?"
The two men nodded.
"You'll have to kill people. You understand that?" Rodrick said to Rock.
"Yes. We do. I've done it before." Rock frowned.
"Here you go. Three double cheeseburgers with three orders of large fries. There you are. Have a good day." TKA smiled, putting on a happy face for these people he doesn't even know. The people didn't respond and drove off.
"I hate this job." TKA complained.
"You and me both, kid." Cindy smiled. She put her hands on her stomach as she walked back to the cooking area as they recieved another order.
"Another order up!" Cindy yelled to TKA. He sighed and walked over.
"I'd like to welcome our newest member Mr. Master Psychic. I trust he will be a welcome addition to our council." Rodrick smiled, clapping for him. Master Psychic smiled, "Yes, I hope to be. Thank you."
Nate yawned, "You get assigned to the night shift. What a fucking surprise. I'll never sleep again." He smiled as he pretended to actually aim the sniper rifle.
Tom smiled, punching in letters on the typewriter, it wasn't his favorite method of writing, but it had to do. "Tales from the Wellingtonlands. That's good, yeah." He laughed.
SOS sighed, wearing a leather jacket that had 'Sheriff' labeled on it with a nametag that didn't even say his name. He wore sunglasses and a sheriff hat that looked like a cowboy hat. He crossed his arms observing the streets. A woman who caught SOS' attention smiled, "Hey there." SOS smiled and nodded to her. She had short black with red highlights, and behind her were four children.
"I'm Mary." She shook SOS' hand. SOS smiled, "SOS."
"You're the new Sheriff huh? Quite a position you got since you just arrived."
"Yeah, that's what I was saying. I don't even know my way around this place."
"I can show you around..." She smiled, then walked off with her children. SOS chuckled, "Okay. See ya."
"Get this door open!" Yelled the Chief. He looked down and saw Brotato's unconscious body and gasped, "Get men down there now and help him!" The Block Commander nodded and ran off to get a ladder to get down there.