Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 1:35:44 GMT
credit to someone from dead frontier the mmorpg game
Aaron kept repeating his fathers phrase over and over again as he carved into the woman's face. There hadn't been anything that stood out about her, but he'd had the urge to kill her anyway. As he sliced into her eyes and cheeks he heard the iron door slam open. He'd been waiting for this moment, for at least a year. As the hooded figure raised his revolver, Aaron grinned ear to ear, letting blood drip down this shirt and pants. The man pulled the trigger.....
Aaron woke up with a start. The sun was beginning to rise in the grey skies over Fairview, and the unrelenting moaning still hadn't magically dissipated. He sat up and rubbed his forehead. It was vehicle maintenance day, and it was going to suck.
Getting to his feet, he dragged on his jacket and shoes and stumbled to the door.
He crept out of his room, quietly so as not to wake his neighbor, Chelsea. She didn't take kindly to being woken up before sun-up. Last time he'd woken her up, it took an act of congress to get her to shut up. As he reached the stair case, he could hear talking in the lobby.
"Well hell, what else are we going to do? If someone doesn't go, we're going to starve or worse." a man's voice grumbled.
"We can't send people into that damned meat grinder. That's murder. Remember what happened to Tony's group." the soft voice of a female stated.
Aaron stepped down and saw the two, Neil and Nastya, talking over a table full of clipboards and maps. He clears his throat. The two look up and immediately go silent.
"Oh, hello Aaron," Neil said with a small grin. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Not to much, something about a meat grinder and someone named Tony." Aaron shifted on his heels.
"Tony Rodriguez was our looter. He disappeared after losing his group in the north craters... And Neil wants to send more people to the same death." Nastya growls, giving Neil a look that could cut diamonds.
"It would have to be volunteers, i can't make anyone go." Neil says defensively. "Besides, we need the supplies or we're all going to die."
"I'll let you two figure it out, I told Israan that I'd be into work early today." Aaron moans, grabbing an packet of crackers off of the counter, and stepping to the door.
"Could you do me a favor? Ask Israan if he's got any of those traps ready. We need to set them up soon." Neil tosses him a letter.
"Sure thing." Aaron put the note in his pocket. Opening the door, he stepped out into the cold wind, into the piles of junk and old buildings he called home.
He made it fifteen feet before he was stopped, as usual by Usury. Usury was a 15 year old girl, who stood about chest height to him with red hair and green eyes. The kid's heart was in the right place, but she didn't know a dollar from a bank account when it came to poker.
"Hey, hey Aaron! Hey! Wait up!" She yelled sprinting after him. "Hey, slow down."
"What do you want Usury?" Aaron said, turning to her. "I swear to god if you ask me for...."
"What? Money? No I don't need it. Kicked my addictions.... I want to offer you something!" She grinned, before offering him a pistol. "Perfect condition, only 2,000$ if you want it!"
"Kid, look.... You're offering a revolver with bent sights and a broken hammer to a mechanic who works on guns for a living." Aaron growled, handing her the revolver back. "Look, if you need money, find a job. Don't go digging stuff out of the scrap yard thinking you can turn a profit."
"Hey! There's plenty of money to be made, Helsing found a vulcan some poor idiot dropped." She pointed her finger, before covering her mouth. "I mean... What are you talking about? This gun is brand new!"
"Nice try kid. Go find your mother." Aaron pushed her out of the way and kept walking. He reached the show a few minutes later. He grabbed his wrenches and tool set and got to work. This particular vehicle had a broken wheel, and was being quite the bitch.
"God....fucking..." Aaron growled, tugging on the loosened wheel. "If i didn't know better I'd say someone welded the fucking thing on...."
Israan, a tall dark skinned man with near grey eyes and hair to match, and Aaron's current employer, stepped out of his office with a broken AK in his arms. He tossed it in the garbage and dusted his hands off before walking to where Aaron was stringing curses together like a professional.
"You're getting good at that." Israan said, staring at the wheel.
"What? Taking off tires, or getting pissed off?" Aaron growled, wiping sweat from his brow.
"The second...." Israan replied. "You know that that's the one that got hit by the flamethrower...."
"Oh, so it IS welded on?" Aaron said, before giving the wheel a kick that might have harmed a less inanimate object. He grabbed his toe. "OW.... Okay, what do you want to do with it?"
"Take it apart, send the metals to the engineers, get payed." Israan said coolly. "Unless you want to kick it some more."
"You're becoming a real comedian, shame the world ended, you might have ended up on T.V." Aaron said sarcastically.
"Knowing my luck, i'd end up on T.V. for reasons I wouldn't want."
"Heh. Well, i'm going to get this thing ripped open, i'll come get you when i need to feel bad about my abilities."
"See you at lunch then." Israan walked back to his office. Aaron liked the old man. Israan had been the first to offer Aaron a job when he'd gotten here a few weeks ago, and the only one. Sure, his jokes got old, and the sarcasm got tiresome, but he was a dependable man who always kept his word. Aaron grabbed a wrench and got to work.
He got to a stopping point around 11, and stopped to eat some stale chips and drink a hot beer. It tasted exactly like a hot beer, big surprise.
"One of these days i'll get me a bottle of wine." He mumbled, downing the rest of the cheap brew. He finished his lunch and wiped his hands clean on his trousers, and felt the note he'd forgotten in his pocket. He took it out and walked to Israan's office.
"Come in." Israan said firmly through the old wooden door. Aaron twisted the knob and walked in. "What do you need?"
"Neil told me to give this to you." He hands Israan the letter. "Something about traps."
"Oh hell, is it Friday already? Dammit." Israan jumped up from his desk and threw open his filing cabinet, pulling out what looked to be a makeshift bear trap with C4 strapped to the bottom.
"What the actual fuck is that thing?" Aaron said, prodding at the machine.
"Aye, don't touch that. It's an explosive bear trap. Zombie steps on it, activates teh trap, C4 is detonated by the electrical current this little doohicky provides" He said, holding up what looked like a battery strapped to wires. "The doohicky detonates the C4, and the whole watchamacallit goes kabloowey."
"Sounds.... mechanical...." Aaron said uneasily. "I'm finished for the day i think, that car is a tin can with gas in it at this point. I'll finish it up tomorrow."
"Fine, fine. See if you can't get Neil to give me another day or two if you see him.... Tell him it's taking longer than expected." Israan said, pulling on a pair of goggles.
"Sure, you be careful you crazy bastard, i don't want to have to put you out again." Aaron grinned.
"That was ONE time Aaron, and you know it wasn't my fault." Israan growled. "I can't be held responsible every time a gas pipe breaks near my smoking area."
Aaron laughed and walked out of the office.
Let hope guide you to the future, and you shall prosper........
Aaron kept repeating his fathers phrase over and over again as he carved into the woman's face. There hadn't been anything that stood out about her, but he'd had the urge to kill her anyway. As he sliced into her eyes and cheeks he heard the iron door slam open. He'd been waiting for this moment, for at least a year. As the hooded figure raised his revolver, Aaron grinned ear to ear, letting blood drip down this shirt and pants. The man pulled the trigger.....
And let kindness be your virtue.
Aaron woke up with a start. The sun was beginning to rise in the grey skies over Fairview, and the unrelenting moaning still hadn't magically dissipated. He sat up and rubbed his forehead. It was vehicle maintenance day, and it was going to suck.
Getting to his feet, he dragged on his jacket and shoes and stumbled to the door.
He crept out of his room, quietly so as not to wake his neighbor, Chelsea. She didn't take kindly to being woken up before sun-up. Last time he'd woken her up, it took an act of congress to get her to shut up. As he reached the stair case, he could hear talking in the lobby.
"Well hell, what else are we going to do? If someone doesn't go, we're going to starve or worse." a man's voice grumbled.
"We can't send people into that damned meat grinder. That's murder. Remember what happened to Tony's group." the soft voice of a female stated.
Aaron stepped down and saw the two, Neil and Nastya, talking over a table full of clipboards and maps. He clears his throat. The two look up and immediately go silent.
"Oh, hello Aaron," Neil said with a small grin. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Not to much, something about a meat grinder and someone named Tony." Aaron shifted on his heels.
"Tony Rodriguez was our looter. He disappeared after losing his group in the north craters... And Neil wants to send more people to the same death." Nastya growls, giving Neil a look that could cut diamonds.
"It would have to be volunteers, i can't make anyone go." Neil says defensively. "Besides, we need the supplies or we're all going to die."
"I'll let you two figure it out, I told Israan that I'd be into work early today." Aaron moans, grabbing an packet of crackers off of the counter, and stepping to the door.
"Could you do me a favor? Ask Israan if he's got any of those traps ready. We need to set them up soon." Neil tosses him a letter.
"Sure thing." Aaron put the note in his pocket. Opening the door, he stepped out into the cold wind, into the piles of junk and old buildings he called home.
...
He made it fifteen feet before he was stopped, as usual by Usury. Usury was a 15 year old girl, who stood about chest height to him with red hair and green eyes. The kid's heart was in the right place, but she didn't know a dollar from a bank account when it came to poker.
"Hey, hey Aaron! Hey! Wait up!" She yelled sprinting after him. "Hey, slow down."
"What do you want Usury?" Aaron said, turning to her. "I swear to god if you ask me for...."
"What? Money? No I don't need it. Kicked my addictions.... I want to offer you something!" She grinned, before offering him a pistol. "Perfect condition, only 2,000$ if you want it!"
"Kid, look.... You're offering a revolver with bent sights and a broken hammer to a mechanic who works on guns for a living." Aaron growled, handing her the revolver back. "Look, if you need money, find a job. Don't go digging stuff out of the scrap yard thinking you can turn a profit."
"Hey! There's plenty of money to be made, Helsing found a vulcan some poor idiot dropped." She pointed her finger, before covering her mouth. "I mean... What are you talking about? This gun is brand new!"
"Nice try kid. Go find your mother." Aaron pushed her out of the way and kept walking. He reached the show a few minutes later. He grabbed his wrenches and tool set and got to work. This particular vehicle had a broken wheel, and was being quite the bitch.
"God....fucking..." Aaron growled, tugging on the loosened wheel. "If i didn't know better I'd say someone welded the fucking thing on...."
Israan, a tall dark skinned man with near grey eyes and hair to match, and Aaron's current employer, stepped out of his office with a broken AK in his arms. He tossed it in the garbage and dusted his hands off before walking to where Aaron was stringing curses together like a professional.
"You're getting good at that." Israan said, staring at the wheel.
"What? Taking off tires, or getting pissed off?" Aaron growled, wiping sweat from his brow.
"The second...." Israan replied. "You know that that's the one that got hit by the flamethrower...."
"Oh, so it IS welded on?" Aaron said, before giving the wheel a kick that might have harmed a less inanimate object. He grabbed his toe. "OW.... Okay, what do you want to do with it?"
"Take it apart, send the metals to the engineers, get payed." Israan said coolly. "Unless you want to kick it some more."
"You're becoming a real comedian, shame the world ended, you might have ended up on T.V." Aaron said sarcastically.
"Knowing my luck, i'd end up on T.V. for reasons I wouldn't want."
"Heh. Well, i'm going to get this thing ripped open, i'll come get you when i need to feel bad about my abilities."
"See you at lunch then." Israan walked back to his office. Aaron liked the old man. Israan had been the first to offer Aaron a job when he'd gotten here a few weeks ago, and the only one. Sure, his jokes got old, and the sarcasm got tiresome, but he was a dependable man who always kept his word. Aaron grabbed a wrench and got to work.
...
He got to a stopping point around 11, and stopped to eat some stale chips and drink a hot beer. It tasted exactly like a hot beer, big surprise.
"One of these days i'll get me a bottle of wine." He mumbled, downing the rest of the cheap brew. He finished his lunch and wiped his hands clean on his trousers, and felt the note he'd forgotten in his pocket. He took it out and walked to Israan's office.
"Come in." Israan said firmly through the old wooden door. Aaron twisted the knob and walked in. "What do you need?"
"Neil told me to give this to you." He hands Israan the letter. "Something about traps."
"Oh hell, is it Friday already? Dammit." Israan jumped up from his desk and threw open his filing cabinet, pulling out what looked to be a makeshift bear trap with C4 strapped to the bottom.
"What the actual fuck is that thing?" Aaron said, prodding at the machine.
"Aye, don't touch that. It's an explosive bear trap. Zombie steps on it, activates teh trap, C4 is detonated by the electrical current this little doohicky provides" He said, holding up what looked like a battery strapped to wires. "The doohicky detonates the C4, and the whole watchamacallit goes kabloowey."
"Sounds.... mechanical...." Aaron said uneasily. "I'm finished for the day i think, that car is a tin can with gas in it at this point. I'll finish it up tomorrow."
"Fine, fine. See if you can't get Neil to give me another day or two if you see him.... Tell him it's taking longer than expected." Israan said, pulling on a pair of goggles.
"Sure, you be careful you crazy bastard, i don't want to have to put you out again." Aaron grinned.
"That was ONE time Aaron, and you know it wasn't my fault." Israan growled. "I can't be held responsible every time a gas pipe breaks near my smoking area."
Aaron laughed and walked out of the office.
Happy 10th Anniversary to The Walking Dead Game 
