Showing posts with label fan fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fan fiction. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2019

GOT: Season 8 Notes and Predictions 3 (Spoilers)




Episode 5 was a big shocker for me. I really hoped that the good Danearys would win out and the surprise would be that she did not go mad, but instead she showed her sadistic side. It would have been cool if she flew over to the red keep and just ate Cersei but that did not happen. Instead, she decided to needlessly kill thousands of people that she had originally set out to free and rule. It seems that she reached her breaking point when John betrayed her, leaving her with no one to trust in Westoros, so she used the only tool she knew could not be ignored, violence.

After the episode, I was left with a sense of disgust and reached a kind of violence limit. I didn't like watching the slaughter and destruction of King's Landing but I think I understand why it happened. I think that the moral of the GOT story is that humans are the problem. All along we thought that Danaerys represented fairness, justice, and freedom but in the last episode, we find out that she is really controlled by anger and vengeance. She does not want to play the game any longer but instead decides to flip the game board over and burn it.

So, who will kill Danaerys? Will it be Jon, who might be in a position to get close to her? Will it be Arya, who saw the innocent burning in the streets? Or Tyrian, who was as shocked as I was at her madness. Even if someone does kill Danaerys, that does not mean much for taking control of the Unsullied and Drogon. They are not likely to change their allegiance just because she is dead. Grey Worm loves Danaerys and so does Drogon so killing her still leaves you with war. Also, I doubt anyone will be able to get close enough to her anyway.

In the preview for the series finale, we see Danaerys looking out at the ruined city and assessing her new kingdom. She will justify her actions and act as if this is a one-off situation. She will say something like, "Kneel to me and I will show you mercy, Fight and I will burn you!" The news that she burned King's Landing will spread to other parts of the world and most will bend the knee, hoping she will let them live.

I assume that Jon will take a force back to Winterfell and Join up with Sansa and Yara to attempt some kind of attack on Danaerys or ready themselves to defend against her in the hopes of keeping the North from her. Or Jon will pretend to stand by her side in the hopes of assassinating her and taking her place. If he tries this I think he will die as Danaerys will not trust anyone other than Grey Worm. Now that King's Landing is toast I think that Danaerys will make Dragonstone her home and create a new throne. She will not allow other kings and queen and will plan on taking over more than Westoros.

I think that Bran will be instrumental in the creation of a new horror, similar to the white walkers, that will be used to fight man once again. I think that the cycle, started by the Children of the Forest, will begin again by the end of the series finale. The Children of the Forest created the white walkers out of desperation when humanities destructive nature became overwhelming and Danaerys has just shown that the human lust for violence and power must be put in check. Because she is so powerful someone will need to create an equally powerful force to stand up to her. This is where the cycle begins again and we find that the Game of Thrones is a never-ending struggle against the cruelty of man. Bran will end up in a tree by the end as well.

After episode 5 I have come to the conclusion that the authors of the overall story are taking a fundamentally pessimistic stance in regards to humanity. The moral of the story is that humans can't be trusted with power and that ultimately we cause our own destruction. This is true, of course, but it isn't necessarily the only truth in regards to humanities struggles. Throughout time we have struggled against the natural world and all its destructive capabilities. We have worked together to defend ourselves from dangerous beasts of all kinds and worked to solve problems such as the simple acquisition of food, water, and shelter. While the history of humanity is punctuated and littered with destruction, the modern world is the safest and most nurturing it has ever been. I appreciate a satisfying ending where the good guys to win and the bad guys to lose. I appreciate optimism and hope in my entertainment and I hope that episode 5 represents the rock bottom so as to create an even more stupendously glorious victory for the good guys but I fear that that isn't in the cards. I am optimistic that I will once again be surprised by the next and final episode.


Tuesday, April 30, 2019

GOT: Season 8 Notes and Predictions 2 (Spoilers)





Episode three was awesome! The battle at Winterfell is over and there were some surprises for sure. A few main characters are dead and I predicted one of them (Theon), which was pretty obvious, but still. Jorah Mulmont and Lyanna Mulmont are dead. The old red lady is dead after playing a major role in defending the living. Jon and Daenerys still need to get their shit figured out and after all the commotion it looks like most of the main characters that we care about are still alive, conveniently enough. Kind of miraculous that so many survived.

The Night King is dead and I was genuinely surprised at how it happened although it was pretty obvious once I saw it. She has been training to be an assassin so who better to sneak in and get the kill than Arya? She really kicked ass in this episode and it was interesting to see Jon and Daenerys struggle to make a difference. Daenerys especially fucked up by staying on the ground long enough for the wights to almost kill her dragon. That was stupid and she almost died when she fell off. Good thing Jorah is always there to save her. I think it's kind of annoying and formulaic that they keep saving main characters at the last second. Someone just swoops in to save them. It takes away from one of the reasons why GOT is so good; it's not formulaic. It's probably a decision that comes from the writers of the show and not from George R. R. Martin but whatever. It's still awesome. 

In my previous notes, I predicted that the Night King would be alive going into the end of the season, so that was way off. I really appreciate that all the wights are dead for good but it came as a bit of a shock as they have been the "real" threat for so long. Metaphorically, it makes sense though because they represent death and at this point, all the characters have come to terms with death and so now the real threat is from humans, which is always the biggest struggle. Real people with power and the struggle with one's own evil tendencies is an ancient parable and one that is played out in Game of Thrones.

Episode four seems to be a preparation for the war for the throne itself. Cersei has a formidable army and was smart to let the north fight and die without her. Now they are weaker and she has a better chance to win. The north will have to be clever and I think this is where Tyrian will redeem his previous failures in strategy. Jamie will have to confront Cersei at some point and resolve his feelings toward her. He might be put into a situation to be able to kill her, mirroring his betrayal of the Mad King but I don't think he will be able to kill her.

I would think episode five would be the final battle at Kings Landing and if that's the case then episode six could be devoted to wrapping everything up in a nice little bow, which seems a little too nice. I think Arya will make a play for Cersei but it can't work out as she isn't going to kill both the Night King and Cersei. It would be fitting for Daenerys to kill Cersei to take the throne like a true ruler would.

With three more episodes a lot can happen and I think a lot more main characters will die. I bet they will introduce something totally new like a character or a strategic item in the next two episodes that will change things up. This might be someone from one of the neighboring areas coming to fight unexpectedly or the bankers coming to collect a debt or a new undead threat we didn't see coming. After being so wrong about what episode three would look like I assume there will be some great surprises in store.

No one has ever taken King's Landing by force so this will be an opportunity to break that streak. I did guess that only one dragon would survive and I hope it survives to the end, although it doesn't seem likely. It represents the old world and I think the main lesson will be that things change and old ideas are put aside. This is why the red lady died and why so many female characters are taking power. They represent a paradigm shift. Regardless, I'm excited to see the next episodes!

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

GOT Season 8 Notes and Predictions (Spoilers)




After seeing episode two of season 8 I thought I might write down my ideas about what might happen by the end of the show and episode three, more specifically. All the characters are back together at Winterfell and Cersei is held up in King's Landing on a throne she doesn't deserve. Essentially it is a reversal of the situation that led to the Targaryen's losing the throne. Now, Cersei is the Mad King, but she will probably not be killed by her hand. Then again, maybe she will...

Gendry and Arya are like Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark, except that they get to fuck. Brienne is a sir, Jon Snow is now Aegon Targaryen and the white walkers are at the gates when episode three begins next week. What will happen next? I have no fucking clue but here are some thoughts and notes on what I'm thinking about. 

First, I think that the battle in episode three will be the biggest single battle in the series and all the subsequent battles will be smaller in scale but the stakes will be higher for their outcomes. The battle in episode three at Winterfell has a two-prong strategy; one goal is to defend the North from the hoard of white walkers and the other goal is to get the Night King alone by using Bran/Three-Eyed Raven as bait and to bum rush the Night King at the God's Wood. Bran will not die during this exchange but someone else important will. I would guess that it will be Reek. He betrayed Bran and the Starks and this will be an opportunity to sacrifice himself for their house by saving Bran from death. Also, the previous Three-Eyed Raven was stuck in the roots of a God's Wood tree and this might be a foreshadowing of where Bran will end up; in the Winterfell God's Wood Tree. The God's Wood tree might get torched by the Frost Dragon and Bran is responsible for reviving it as it re-grows around him.

I think that Daenerys and Aegon will have to work together during the battle but at some point, one will be forced to save or kill the other. This will be a difficult decision that will ultimately test their love and in the end, they will choose each other over their claim to the throne. This will cause a new power realignment but ultimately will end with them becoming King and Queen together, ushering in a new era of just and honorable governance; if they live that long. One of them will probably die. 

Ayra will sneak about strategically killing white walkers, but not in the front lines.  She will fight with her new blade and Gendry will end up fighting by her side at some point. They will survive and if Aegon and Daenerys both die they would be potential throne contenders, although Arya probably wouldn't accept it. Also, Arya will probably make her way to King's Landing after episode three to take out Cersei but things won't go quite as planned or be as easy as the others she has assassinated. The real question is what face will she take when she attempts to infiltrate King's Landing? Maybe Euron Greyjoy or maybe the unsuspecting face of a handmaiden.

The Hound will most likely end of fighting The Mountain, potentially as a distraction for Arya to take out Cersei. I hope they take each other out and die together with The Mountain's face on fire. 

Jaime Lannister and Sir Brienne will fight together on the front lines and save each other's lives a few times and one might die in the melee. I could see Jamie dying and coming back as a white walker and Sir Brienne ends up killing him in this form. That would be appropriately tragic. 

The catacombs will not be safe and those there will have to defend it against white walkers, and potentially one of the leaders of the white walkers. Tyrian and Gilly will play a role in this defense. The little girl that wanted to help will die, because its GOT.

I'm not sure what the sea-faring people are up to. Yara and Euron will most likely fight over the Iron Islands at some point but I'm not sure who really cares about it. Euron has way more ships but Yara is clever and she might come up with a plan to keep the throne and be the first female ruler of the Iron Islands, if Daenerys allows it in the end. 

The two living dragons will fight the frost dragon and only one living dragon will remain alive in the end. The Night King will not be killed until the very end. If he takes Bran as a captive that could be an interesting twist. Maybe the Night King needs his info or something deeper than just killing him in mind.  

Bronn will catch up with Jaime and/or Tyrian after the battle in episode three and will act like he is going to kill them or is thinking about it but then will side with Jaime and Tyrian to help take King's Landing in episode 5. Episode 4 will be the aftermath of the battle at Winterfell and planning the next move. Cersei could attack Winterfell in Episode four or five but so far it seems that she is going to sit back and wait. Possibly use wildfire to blow shit up.

In episode four Daenerys and Aegon will decide to embrace their heritage rule together. They will decide to take King's Landing with their remaining force and hold up in the south as the frozen dead folk don't do so well in the warmer weather. Daenerys and/or Aegon will make their last stand at King's Landing in episode 6. The Night King will finally die but someone will take his place, maybe Bran. The winter will be long and full of terrors but the humans will survive. Samwell will live to tell the tale of the Game of Thrones to a new generation of Winter-Born children.

Summers will come and go and the winters will do the same. And in a thousand years or so the white walkers will come again.




Tuesday, October 23, 2018

30 Days of Fiction: Day 26



18 Years Old

As the sun started its route over the horizon to scorch the earth with its hot tendrils three horses galloped side by side down an abandoned road toward what was once called Downtown Los Angeles. Each horse had a rider and each rider had a burning desire to flee the danger they had narrowly escaped just minutes earlier. Their party of seven had been taken by surprise. As they had passed a line of markets along the road they were suddenly engulfed in a chaos of explosions and gunfire. All around them were loud bangs and snaps and before any of them could react two of them lay dead on the ground. Most of the horses had bucked their riders off to run away from the danger and as shots were being wildly flung all around only three were able to escape.  

A few miles down the road the three men slowed their pace to a canter and allowed themselves to breathe. One of the men turned his head to look back and asked, "What the fuck was that shit?"

"A fucking trap is what it was!" Another rider exclaimed as he wiped his brow. "Those motherfuckers must've been waiting for some poor saps to come down that exact spot so they could butt fuck'em! Fuck that shit!"

"Yeah. Fuck," the third cowboy said softly in agreement with the others. 

"You held onto your horse and controlled him well, Blake." The first man, who was the eldest, complimented the young cowboy whose head was bent in exhaustion. 

"Yeah. Good fucking job kid." The middle cowboy said unimpressed with either of them. 

"Should we go back?" Blake asked the two sheepishly. 

"Fuck that shit!" The middle cowboy said confidently. "I'm not going back. You can go back and get yourself killed. I don't give a fuck!"

Blake looked to the eldest one for guidance. "Joe?" He asked.

"I don't think it's a good idea to go back that way. Not now." Joe said. "We stick with the plan. We head southwest to the beach. Get out of this fucking heat and take it easy." 

"That's right!" The middle one agreed emphatically and began to kick his horse but just a few yards into his triumphant gallop he was violently jerked from his saddle by the neck and thrown to the ground suffocating from the blow.

As Blake of Joe's horses reared back to stop from being taken out by an invisible attacker a gray figure pounced from above them and landed behind Blake sitting as if they had been longtime friends out for a morning ride. Joe let out a booming, "FUCK!" as the gray hooded figure slashed Blake's throat from behind painting the horse's mane in burgundy. 

Joe pulled hard left on his reigns but before his horse could get traction the horses back legs were sliced through at the shins causing the horse to collapse on the ground and its rider to fly forward onto the hot pavement. Joe struggled to his feet and turned to see the gray phantom standing in front of him. "You're just a kid," Joe said looking into the face of a young man named Jacob before him smiling. 

Jacob was covered in gray camouflage cobbled together from different materials and wielding a long shiny katana. "I know who you are," he said. "You're Joe. The leader of cowboy gangsters who go around raping and murdering."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Joe said as his hand slowly inched its way closer to the gun at his side. His fingers twitched as he contemplated how fast that sword could move. 

Jacob stared into Joe's eyes and said, "We've been watching your group and we have been weighing your deeds."

"Who do you think you are?" Joe asked, his hand getting recklessly closer to his pistol. 

"The living are either good or evil and you are evil," Jacob said calmly. 

Joe went for his gun but before he could reach the handle a shimmering beam of steel slashed through the air severing Joe's head from his body. Jacob knelt down and wiped the dead man's blood off on the dead man's clothing when he heard a raspy cough from behind. He spun around to see the middle cowboy regaining his composure from getting throat checked on Jacob's fishing line and struggling to get control of his pistol. Jacob rushed toward the man and in a few strides was upon him plunging his sword into his chest. He slid the sword back out and with wide eyes and a gurgle, the third cowboy fell. 

Jacob sheathed his sword and began checking the dead for valuables. He took the saddle bag off of the only horse dumb enough to stick around and filled it with guns, ammunition, food, and water. Jacob took a moment to notice the beauty of the horse that stood before him. It was young and lean with dark auburn hair that was broken up randomly by large stark white splotches. It looked fast.

Satisfied with the day's events Jacob reattached the saddlebag to the horse and lifted himself onto its back. He'd never ridden a horse before but as soon as he took the reigns it all felt right. He kicked the horse and his new ride started galloping back toward the ambush.

A few minutes down the rode Jacob could see a figure walking his direction. He slowed to get a better look. Up ahead he could see a tall, slender body holding a long rifle. When he saw the red shoes of his friend Miah he smiled and coaxed the horse to a gallop. A few yards from the figure he yelled out, "Look what I got!"

The young woman slung her rifle over her back dramatically and as Jacob circled her she clapped slowly. "Well done, Haus. You're a regular root-tootin cowboy you are!" She said with a huge dimpled smile.

"Yes I am," he said and put his hand out. He looked at Miah and asked, "Wanna ride?"

Miah took his hand and they both rode toward the center of the city. Los Angeles was a decaying desert but the city's massive expanse was mostly void of walkers. Herds of walkers in the millions had gathered years ago and traveled away from the inner city leaving a desolate but relatively walker-free land with only a few small settlements of the living. Jacob had met Miah while traveling to one of the settlements and while at first, they couldn't stand each other they soon found that it was only because they were both so alike.

About a year ago Jacob had strolled into a settlement based around the old Staple's Center to get some supplies and check out the locals when he saw Miah in the street arguing with a local blacksmith. He walked over to watch the show but when Miah noticed him getting closer she swung at him. He caught her arm and pushed her aside but she swung again, this time hitting him square in the jaw. Jacob tackled her and they wrestled for a moment until Jacob finally pinned Miah forcing her to tap out. Jacob got up and extended his hand to her but she just spat at him, stood up, brushed her pants off and walked off in a huff.

Over the next couple of days, they exchanged hateful glances when seeing each other around the settlement but then one night they both ended up in a tavern and got to talking. Miah explained that she was pissed at the blacksmith because he owed her some bullets and hadn't delivered. Jacob told Miah that he was gearing up to take down a group of "pirates" that had been attacking small settlements. They quickly found that they both shared a love for enacting justice and from then on the two had patrolled Southern California seeking out those that would prey on the innocent.

"Should we go toward Little Tokyo or The Staple's Center?" Jacob asked as they rode the majestic horse down the hard concrete road.

"Let's go back to the Staple's Center. It's been so long." Miah said enthusiastically.

"Remember when we met and you punched me in the face?" Jacob asked while jabbing his elbow backward into her side.

"I do," Miah said, fending off his jabs and returning with her own jabs. "I remember your black eye."

"And I remember pinning your ass to the ground," Jacob retorted.

"I let you win," Miah said and kissed the back of his neck.

"I'm sure you did."

After about an hour of riding the two stopped and took a break around the back an old convenience store. They fed the horse some grain they had and gave it some water. Then they sat on some trash cans and fed themselves. After a dozen or so minutes of needed rest, the two decided to see if the convenience store had any supplies.

"Just a few cans of who knows what," Jacob called to Miah holding out a can with an unintelligible green label.

"Yeah. I found bottles of water over here so that's something."

Just then they heard the horse make a loud whinny and they both crouched down looking toward the open back door. Then they heard a voice say, "it's a real fucking horse!"

Jacob looked at Miah and gestured toward the front door. She nodded and the two slowly crept out the front door. They heard a loud shot ring out from behind the store and the horse whinnied again. Jacob silently pulled his sword out from its sheath and Miah took a silenced pistol out as they shimmied down the side of the building. When they got closer to the rear they heard more voices.

"It's my horse, I saw it first!"

"You don't even know how to ride the damn thing! You fucking moron."

"Fuck you! Yes, I do!"

"Fuck me? Fuck you! You think Sam will let you keep the horse? He'll take it the second we show up."

"I'll ask him to keep it."

"Just let me ride it back and then you can ask him to keep it. I know how to ride a horse."

"You'll just leave me here!"

"Ok. We'll take turns until we get to the Staple's Center and Sam will decide."

Jacob looked at Miah knowingly and they both rushed around the corner to find two men standing in the alleyway. "Hands up!" Miah shouted as she pointed her pistol at the one farthest away and closest to the horse. Jacob slowly walked up to the first man and held his blade up to his neck.

"Don't move asshole," Jacob said. "Answer my questions and no one has to die."

"Fuck you," said the one without a sword to his neck.

Jacob pressed the sword into the first man's neck who quickly shrieked, "Shut the fuck up, George!"

Jacob laughed and asked, "What are you doing at the Staple's Center Settlement?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just stopping for supplies." The first man answered.

"Bullshit!" Jacob yelled. "Who is Sam?"

"Nothing, nobody," the first man spit out.

"Their fucking liars!" Miah said and added, "Let's just shoot them. They fucked with Tulip."

"Tulip?" Jacob pondered the meaning and then realized. "Yeah. They tried to steal Tulip!"

Perplexed at these two horse lovers the men started to break.

"We didn't know she belonged to anyone. I swear it." The first one whimpered.

"Who is Sam!" Jacob yelled.

"He's our boss," George piped up.

"Shut the fuck up! You idiot!" The first one said to his companion.

"What does your boss do?" Jacob asked and then lowered his sword from the first man's neck.

"He just leads a small group of us. We are heading toward better land out west." The first man answered.

"Yeah, we're heading toward Beverly Hills and then heading up the coast," George said cheerfully.

"Shut the fuck up!" The first man yelled.

"Bullshit!" Jacob shouted. Then he looked over at Miah and walked swiftly up to George. Miah switched her aim toward the first man.

Jacob held his sword up against the second man's neck until it started to break the skin, a small amount of blood spilling out. He leaned forward and asked softly, "You're going to tell me the truth George or I am going to chop off your dick and feed you to the walkers. Who's Sam and what do you do for him?"

Sobbing George answered, "Sam's our boss. I am just a scavenger. We just go out and find gear and stuff and bring it back to Sam." He began to piss himself.

"What else?" Jacob said calmly.

"Sometimes he makes us burn down settlements!" George said falling to the ground crying.

"Fuck!" the first man exclaimed and then went for Miah's rifle just a foot away but he wasn't fast enough. Smoke cleared from Miah's pistol as the man lay lifeless on the pavement. She walked up to the man and put another shot into the back of his head.

"What should we do with the dumb one?" She asked Jacob.

"I kind of feel bad. I mean is he evil, or just dumb and easily manipulated?"

"How can someone so dumb live out here for so long?"

"Maybe by doing whatever someone else says to protect you?"

"Either way, what do you think?" Miah asked.

"I think we don't have enough to condemn this man. But he should be punished."

"Hmm," Miah said dramatically rubbing her chin.

"Yes. Hmm." Jacob said mirroring her actions.

"Take his hand?"

"No that is too much. I think we should banish him."

"That works for me."

Jacob leaned down and said to the man sitting in his own piss, "Today we show mercy for such a wretched creature as yourself and choose only to banish you. From this day you will denounce your old life and gang and will devote yourself to good. You will travel away from the city and never harm another innocent person. If we see you again and you're still a dumb asshole we will not be so kind."


Jacob and Miah gathered their gear and headed toward the Staple's Center settlement on the newly named Tulip. In about an hour they were nearly there and decided to scout the area surrounding the settlement before barging in looking for a fight. Adjacent to the main entrance of the Staple's Center there was a tall building that Miah knew how to gain roof access to.

Behind the building, two walkers stood motionless until they noticed the two travelers clomping around the corner. Starving from a lack of living flesh to feast on the walkers were slow and feeble, barely able to lift their arms. Jacob, not wanting to waste the sharpness of his blade, found a nearby metal pole and jammed it into the face of the nearest one. Miah found a chair and buried it into the next one's face and stomach. They left Tulip behind the building and headed to the roof.

With the sun beaming down on them they lay quietly on their bellies and peered at the people roaming around the settlement, Miah with her scope and Jacob with binoculars. After about a half an hour of watching people clean clothes, sharpen spears, and attempting to stay cool by remaining under the decaying roof of the once immaculate Staple's Center Miah nudged Jacob and said, "A convoy is heading this way." She pointed to the right where a combination of huge trucks and super-cars were approaching.

"Looks like trouble."

The convoy rumbled and roared before coming to a stop in front of the entrance where all the villagers had receded into the building. Men began to file out of the vehicles, all with heavy weapons. From the lead vehicle, a man with a black baseball cap and a pistol in his hand came out and walked up to the makeshift fence that was erected to keep walkers out. A moment later a man Miah recognized as the settlement's "governor" (if you could call him that), Henry, came out to greet the man. Miah and Jacob couldn't hear what the two were talking about but could just make out that the man in the cap was yelling and waving his pistol around.

Henry let the leader of the convoy and a group of his men into the fenced in area and then the man pistol-whipped Henry knocking him to his knees. The man in the black cap pointed his pistol at the top of Henry's head and pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed off the tall buildings surrounding Jacob and Miah as Henry's body slumped to the ground. They watched as the capped man and his men went into the building shouting and firing their weapons terrorizing the residents.

"We have to do something," Miah said looking over at Jacob.

"There are too many of them and we don't have a plan," Jacob said. "But you're right, we need to do something and I need to find out if that is my Sam."

"The one that killed your father?" Miah asked.

"Yes. I need to get close and if it is my Sam then I need to be the one that does it."

"Alright, so what do you propose?"

"Any walkers nearby?" Jacob asked looking around.

"If so they would start walking this way from that gunshot."

"Over there," Jacob said pointing to a small group of about ten walkers coming from the left. "If we can get them to distract the men outside the fence then I can circle around to the back side of the building. If we can set off a firework far right then maybe the walkers will get close enough to distract some of the men."

"As soon as the walkers are on the men I'll start taking them out," Miah added. "Then you flank them and take out as many on the inside as I take the ones out front. There is an entrance in the back that I used to use to get out after curfew next to a handicap bathroom. I broke the lock so hopefully, you should be able to use that."

"I'll circle around right, set off the fireworks and then head around back," Jacob summarized the plan and gave Miah a passionate kiss before getting up. He grabbed a backpack and started for the stairs.

Outside of the building, Jacob smirked when he found Tulip was still standing in the alley with a blank look on its face. He left the horse behind and made his way quietly to the alley behind the next building over. When he reached the edge of the building just around the corner from the view of the men watching the street he placed a few firecrackers on the ground and readied them to go off. He peered around the corner and when no one was looking his direction he lit the fuse and rushed across the street to the right flank of the Staple's Center building.

Soon, the loud bang of fireworks started to explode as Jacob was scaling the fence to the rear of the building. The armed men started to shout at each other and some started shooting in the direction of the loud bursts. As their backs were turned Miah could see the group of walkers descending on them and as soon as the first walker grabbed an oblivious gunman chaos ensued. Some men started shrieking commands to take care of the walkers while half the group was searching the building where the fireworks were coming from.

While they were confused Miah let out the first of many rounds. Even with the silencer, her rifle was loud enough for the gunmen to eventually figure out the direction of her shots. She was a deadly aim and had a superior position and was able to take out man after man, leaving them writhing on the ground in pain. She was taking heavy fire and knew that it was only a matter of time before they swarmed her position. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the roof access door where she attempted to barricade it shut with anything she could. Then she took up a different position on the rooftop and started shooting again.

The backdoor Miah had suggested was unlocked and Jacob was able to slip into a maintenance hallway. Inside the building, he could hear screaming and shooting and knew he had to act quickly if he were to find the man in the black cap. He tried a door at the end of the hall and saw a gunman beating up on an old man. Jacob pulled his sword out and as swiftly as the wind he swung his blade upwards slicing deep into the man's torso and face. Jacob looked around and saw another gunman heading up the stairway to the second floor.

He followed behind and before the man reached the top step the tip of Jacob's blade was sticking out of his chest. As the man fell Jacob was staring at another gunman pointing his gun at him. Just as shots started flying his way he dropped to his stomach and held up the dead man's body for cover and then slowly slid down the stairs. After what felt like forever Jacob heard a click indicating the man's gun was empty. Jacob got up and rushed over the man and before he could load another magazine Jacob's blade was scouring his throat sending blood into the air.

Miah had taken out quite a few men by the time the pounding on the roof door started. She sent a couple of her high powered rounds through the door causing a temporary pause in the pounding. When it started back up she quickly got up and pulled a small machine gun and a grenade out of her backpack. The door started to pry open and when she saw the first arm reaching around it she started firing. As men tried to come through the door she shot them dead in their tracks with a hail of gunfire and when she heard the gun click she pulled the pin from the grenade and threw it at the door. It landed on top of a pile of bodies and exploded chunks of flesh and bone all around the area. She had just enough time to reload when the next group tried to come through the door but she kept firing.

Jacob made his way down the hallway of the second floor with his sword ready to bite. He silently opened a door to a room full of beds and found that two men were terrorizing a group of women. One was watching while the other ripped the clothes off of one of them. As they were distracted Jacob slowly crept up on them. He was able to crouch behind the one watching and placed his sword between the man's legs sharp side up and then as he stood up the man was cut from balls to belly button, his guts spilled onto the ground as he shrieked. The other man turned just in time to see his friend fall and a gray hooded ghost swing a blade at his face.

"Shhhh," Jacob mouthed to the distraught women. He grabbed a rifle from the dead man's hands and headed toward the door to the hallway.

As he stepped out into the hallway a set of men were running his direction and when they noticed him they began to shoot. Jacob fell to his stomach and shot back taking out the men with precise shots as the carpet around him was torn up by incoming bullets. He jumped to his feet and as he passed the dead men he grabbed one of their rifles and started around the corner. One man was standing guard outside of a door and without hesitation, Jacob shot the man in the head. Jacob slowly walked up to the door and when he was about to reach for the doorknob he heard gunshots blasting through the wood. He jumped back against the wall and waited.

After a moment a voice came from behind the door, "Come on in!"

"Why don't you come out, Sam!" Jacob yelled back.

"Who the fuck are you!"

"Ever been to Beverly Hills? Sam!"

"How do you know my name, motherfucker?"

 "One of your lackeys told us we could find you here. Said you like to burn down settlements!"

"Not before I take what's mine!" the man said shooting more rounds through the door.

"Come out here and fight me like a man!" Jacob shouted.

A few minutes later Jacob heard rustling and then the door started to open. The man in the black cap came out holding his pistol up to the head of a young woman. Jacob held his rifle up and when the woman's face moved out of the way it revealed the face Jacob recognized as the same man that had killed his father. It was "his" Sam.

"It is you," Jacob said with a wry smile on his face. "Remember me?"

"You're just another dead motherfucker," Sam said. "Now drop it or I shoot this lovely young woman. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"If you shoot her I'll shoot you, idiot. So, why don't you drop your weapon and nobody get's hurt." Jacob said lying to the man.

"Yeah, right!" Sam laughed.

"Remember Beverly Hills? Where you killed a man trying to help you and then burned down my house."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"6 Years ago my father and I found you in the street and you killed him. Then you followed me back to my friends and killed them too."

"Oh yeah!" Sam said and chuckled. "That was a long time ago. Fuck! I was a nobody back then. That was the beginning of my career." With that Sam pointed his gun at Jacob and fired, hitting Jacob in the left shoulder. Jacob dropped his rifle as another two shots hit him in the chest causing him to fall to the ground.

Miah was running out of ammunition as there were still men coming for her. She took out her pistol and fired her last rounds at the men coming through the door. Two men made it past her shots and walked up to her. She pointed her gun at the first man and when the only sound came out was a sharp "click" the man laughed. He pointed his pistol at her chest and fired. She fell back from the force of the blast. The man stood over her, turned to his friend and said, "She put up a hell of a fight. Fuckin cunt!" They laughed. When he looked back down he noticed that there was no blood coming from her chest. He leaned down and ripped her shirt open to see a bulletproof vest with a silver metal projectile embedded in it.

As Miah's eyes opened and met his a knife was plunged up into his chin. He fell onto her with a gurgling sound, blood rushing out onto her. She grabbed for his gun and just as the second man shot the dead man on top of her she lifted the pistol and killed the last man on the roof. Miah pushed the large dead corpse off of her body and stood up finally getting a good look at the carnage she unleashed. A half-dozen dead bodies lined the roof near the doorway and a few lay just inside the stairwell. She was covered in blood as she took her long knife to the skulls of each of the dead men ensuring they didn't come back to try again.

Sam shoved the woman aside and started toward Jacob's lifeless body but when he was within reach Jacob kicked his feet out from under him and Sam fell to the ground. Jacob jumped on top of him holding his wrists pinning him to the floor. Enraged and without thinking Jacob began pounding his forehead against Sam's face. With a few swift slams to his face Sam stopped struggling and after a few more slams there was little left of his face that was recognizable. His face was turned into a red, pulpy mess with teeth and bone shattered and hanging loose.

Jacob's face was covered in blood as he stood up panting from the exchange. He pulled his sword out and with a primal scream, he plunged it into Sam's heart. He fell over and laid beside his enemy and began to cry. His sobbing soon turned into hysterical laughter as a crowd of settlers began to surround him staring at the maniac that had just saved them. Jacob noticed them all looking at him and stopped laughing. He stood up and without a word started towards the stairs and headed back to the entrance.

When he made it to the outside he saw the corpses of walkers and soon to be walkers strewn about the street and courtyard. He opened the gate to the fence and looked up at where Miah had been positioned but no one was there and it was eerily quiet. Then he heard the sound of Tulip's clomping hoofs on the pavement. Then he saw Miah leading Tulip by the reigns coming out from behind the building and he was filled with relief. He ran to her and they embraced each other in the blistering heat of the day. As they knelt on the hot pavement holding each other a crowd of grateful settlers formed around them clapping and cheering. When he noticed the attention Jacob looked at Miah and said, "I think they like us."

Miah laughed, burried her head in Jacob's chest and said, "I need a nap."



Sunday, October 7, 2018

30 Days of Fiction: Day 25


12 Years Old


"What is the first rule, Jacob?" Mark asked his 12-year-old son in the dimly lit basement of their home.

Jacob stood straight as he'd been taught and held his spear in his hand hard against the floor and said confidently, "The dead are our enemy and should not be underestimated. Their power is in their numbers and their singular desire to kill. Use your ears and they will never get the better of you. Keep your distance and do not let them overwhelm you. They must be purified!"

"Very good!" his father said while pacing the room. "What is the second rule?"

"Do not be afraid. Fear is useless and clouds the mind with doubt. Fear leads to hesitation and death. Instead be decisive. Take action and think quickly. Train every day to connect your body to your thoughts and if you have time to think you have time to plan. Discipline the mind as you discipline the body and you will vanquish fear!" Jacob yelled the last two words which echoed off the small concrete walls.

"What is the third rule son?" Mark asked as he stopped and stood in front of his son, towering over him.

"The living are either good or evil. They are cunning, selfish and ruthless. They are thoughtful, compassionate, and forgiving. We must route out evil to allow the good to flourish...," he said trailing off at the last. He looked down ashamed he forgot the next part.

His father pulled Jacob's chin up to meet his eyes. "We must stay vigilant in our purpose and resolute in our code."

Jacob repeated, "We must stay vigilant in our purpose and resolute in our code. For we are the living and we make the world!"

Mark stepped back and smiled at his son. "What is the fourth rule?"

"Those on the side of the good are family. Protect the family and protect yourself. Be an example to those that would witness you and be a demon to those that would attack you. I make the world!"

"Very good. Very good." Mark said looking at his little warrior. He then asked," Are you afraid of the dead?"

"NO!" Jacob yelled.

"Prove it!" Mark yelled back and then opened a door at the back of the room and then quickly spun around behind it. As the door opened the sound of gnashing teeth and gurgling preceded the two walkers that made their way slowly toward the boy. Their hands reaching out toward the flesh they would take if they got what they wanted. They smelled of rotten meat as their flesh slowly peeled away from their frames.

Jacob quickly stood in a ready position holding the spear with both hands. He was not a tall 12-year-old but his spear would make up for that as it stood 6 feet tall with another 1 foot of hard steel sharpened and honed at the end. He took one step forward and with one smooth motion, he thrust the tip of the spear into the face of the closest walker and pulled it out. It was like a hot spear through buttery flesh. Then he turned and did the same to the other living dead creature which thudded to the ground. Jacob turned slowly in 360 degrees, stopped and stood at attention with his spear held tightly at his side.  His father stood now looking at him and then walked up to Jacob and put his hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Let's go."

They grabbed their prepared backpacks, rifles, bulletproof vests, and other assorted survival gear and headed for the door. Outside of the house, they were greeted by the early morning sun gleaming down on them. Mark and Jacob lived in the largest house in a small culdesac that was in the once luxurious Beverly Hills. Their house was in the center with two very large houses on each side. Each in relatively good condition, given the lack of landscaping and construction services available for the past two years. Each house had its own little picket fence, multi-car garage, and original solar panels on its roof. The current residents of the culdesac had been there a good while now and had built it up from its meager condition.

The three houses were surrounded by a triple set of fences that followed the road to two large metal gates that led to the outside world. Inside the innermost fence were a number of small and large greenhouses, fields where sheep, chickens, and pigs roamed and one small barn constructed directly behind Mark and Jacob's house. Each fence was made from different materials and sizes. The outermost fence was made from 12-foot tall four-inch thick oak planks and supported by a lattice of two by fours and metal triangles. The middle fence was made from concrete highway barriers stacked two deep and two high. The inner-most fence was made from standard chain-link similar to that at a high school.

Mark and Jacob walked down the walkway, through the small gate of their picket fence and walked toward the center of the culdesac where three cars sat. One of their neighbors that lived in the house to the left was in their front lawn sitting at a picnic table drinking coffee. He was the newest member of the culdesac club as he had only been there nine months. He was 40 something and had a huge graying beard and ballcap that said USMC on the front. Mark and Jacob walked up to his fence to give him a briefing.

"Hey, Bill," Mark said. "We are going out to look for ammunition, canned goods, and the like. If we're not back by sundown we probably ran into trouble. If we still don't show up by the next morning someone might look for us."

"Roger that," Bill said in his typical monotone fashion. "Stay safe out there." He lifted his mug and Mark and Jacob nodded back.

When they got closer to the three vehicles Mark looked over at Jacob and asked, "Which one should we take?"

Jacob looked back at his father with what Bill would call a "shit eating grin" and then ran over to the bright red Ferrari. He pulled on the driver side handle but before he could get comfortable Mark was there to pull him out. "Good try." He said to his dejected son who quickly regained his excitement as he jumped into the passenger seat and they started for the gates. Jacob was tasked with opening the two gates for his father and after the second of the two heavy metal gates were finally locked into place they raced toward the city.

As they entered the outer rim of the ruined city they slowed to maneuver around broken down cars, military vehicles and other fodder that were strewn about the roads. There was a clear enough path to drive slowly and since they had already scavenged a good deal of the area closest to their homes they would have to travel farther into the city. They made their way around what used to be posh restaurants and shopping centers along desolate streets where random walkers gave the illusion that life existed there. They continued until they passed the upscale area and found themselves in a new area that was full of 7 Elevens, pawn shops, and fast food places.

"What I wouldn't give for some Taco Bell right now," Mark said as they passed a building with a large purple bell on the outside.

"Yeah, I used to get those crunch wrap supremes, remember? Jacob said licking his lips.

"Yep. And your mother used to get the nachos with the hot cheese." Mark said and then looked over at Jacob to see his reaction to mentioning his mom. Jacob didn't react but just kept looking out the window at the dilapidated buildings.

"There!" Jacob yelped pointing out the window at a pawn shop. "There might be ammunition or guns there."

They made it a rule to never park close to where they scavenged, just in case they got surrounded they would have a better chance and if any of the living saw them they might not notice their car if it was further away. Mark pulled the car over to the curb a block and a half away from the pawn shop entrance and they both got out.

"Remember where the car is and think about how you would get back here if you couldn't come straight here from the pawn shop," Mark said to his son as they put their vests, and packs on and checked their guns. "Also, when we are out here I want you to think about what you might do if you cannot use the car to get home."

"That seems a little extreme," Jacob said.

"Nothing is too extreme to think about and if you have time to think, then you have time to plan."

"You're right, dad." Jacob agreed. "I would try to find another car that still ran and drive it back home."

"Do you know how to get there? Where you paying attention?"

"I would go east. Our home is east..." Jacob's answer trailed off with his lack of conviction.

"Yes! We are almost exactly due west of our house. That is why we carry a compass and map each. We might get separated one day and you would need to go back on your own."

"Ha! Yeah right!" Jacob said unconvinced that this would happen. "You won't let that happen, right?"

"I will do my best," Mark answered with a solemn tone. They were nearly at the pawn shop doors and only a few walkers could be heard shuffling around the parking lot. They weren't very close and hadn't noticed them but Jacob was ready if they did.

Mark walked up and tried the door but it was locked and made a rattle that the few walkers heard drawing their attention. He made a gesture to Jacob to keep an eye on the walkers while he tried the windows around the side. Jacob nodded and held his spear ready as the walkers approached. The first one was within striking and Jacob took it out quickly. The other two walked together and Jacob was having trouble deciding which one to take out. He hesitated and then finally thrust his spear into the one on the left but as he pulled the spear out of its bloodied face the other one was within grabbing distance. The spear was too long to use and as he attempted to back up he tripped and fell backward.

"Dad!" he yelled out but his father was too far away and the walker was about the grab him. Jacob, knowing it was up to him, swung the spear sideways at the walker's legs slicing them both in half at the shins. The walker fell over, on top of the spear, its face clacking just inches away from Jacob's. Jacob quickly pulled out his long bowie knife and tried to stab at the walker but the walker's arms got in the way. He tried to scootch himself back and managed to create enough distance to stand up where he was able to recompose himself and look around the make sure there weren't any other walkers encroaching on their position. With a renewed confidence Jacob walked up to the walker and swiftly plunged the long blade into the back of its head.

Just as he did he heard the door to the pawn shop open. His father looked out at him and asked, "You alright?"

"Yes! I'm fine." Jacob told him as he pushed the twice-dead corpse off of his spear and picked it up.

The pawn shop still had most of its goods as no one had tried to break into it yet. The owner must have locked it up one day and never returned. Old guitars, boom boxes, and other random earthly goods covered the shelves and cabinets. Behind the counter, there was an assortment of guns, ammunition, and knives under glass. Mark started to fill a duffle bag with the weapons while Jacob looked around the store in awe at all the cool things that were simply free now that the world had ended.

There were toys, tools, lawnmower parts and all of it looked like treasure to Jacob. He pulled a board game off a shelf and blew the dust from its lid. Sorry was written in bold letters on the top of the box and Jacob smiled. He turned to his dad and asked, "Have I ever played Sorry?"

His dad turned to him and said, "I don't think so. But we can't take fun things. We only have room for supplies that will help keep us alive. Toys and games are for the old world."

"I know," Jacob said dejected but soon remembered that this was not like before when they would go to the store and he would beg his parents for toys and treats. Then he thought about his mom and how she would always tell him he could get one thing so he better pick wisely. He shook himself away from the temptations of the old world and looked around for something useful. That's when he found the two-way radios. He checked to see if they still had a charge, which they didn't, but they had their charging bases so he put them into his bag. With all the real goods at the front of the store, he went to help his dad ransack more supplies.

With both their bags full they left the store from a side entrance made from a large broken window. Mark had always made them go different ways in and out of places to try to through off any would-be living Peeping Toms. They made their way to the car happy with their loot but as they walked across the lot they heard a rustle coming from behind some large garbage bins. Mark dropped his duffle bag and spear to the ground. He pulled his AK-47 rifle around his back in a flash and pointed in the direction of the sound.

Jacob wasn't quite as quick but soon enough they were both pointing automatic rifles at the garbage bins. Mark gestured to Jacob in a circular motion indicating that they would try to flank from the left. They both walked slowly together creating a wide circle until they saw what was behind the bins. A man with tattered clothes and a small backpack was sitting with their back up against the garbage bin holding his leg. When he saw the two men pointing their weapons at him he put his hands up and said, "don't shoot me!"

Mark stopped and Jacob continued to walk around so that they were at different angles and distances from the man.

"Is there anyone else around?" Mark asked looking at the distraught man.

"No," the man answered. "It's just me."

"I wasn't talking to you," Mark said back. "Get cover and watch for others."

With that, Jacob ran over and crouched behind a nearby car and scanned the area for anyone else but he didn't see anything.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Mark asked the man.

"I didn't get bit or anything," the man said nervously. "I just twisted it trying to get behind this bin. When I heard you too come out from the pawn shop I tried to hide behind it but fucked up my ankle."

"Were you watching us?"

"No, I wasn't. Not until I heard you walking out from the side there." the man said starting to lower his arms.

"Keep your arms up!" Mark shouted and the man did as he demanded. "Now, throw anything you have this direction and do it so I can see."

The man slowly took his backpack off and threw it towards Mark. Then he pulled a large fixed blade knife off his belt and threw both of them toward Mark as well. "That's all of it," the man said.

Mark then looked at Jacob to make sure he was paying attention and Jacob looked back at him knowingly. With his backup ready, Mark walked over to the man and stopped a few feet in front of him still pointing his rifle, now in a downward direction, at the man's face. "What are you doing out here?"

"Same as you I bet. Scavenging for supplies."

"Where did you come from?"

"That way," the man said pointing off in the opposite direction they had come from. "I still live in the same house I did before all this shit just about a dozen blocks down."

"Who else do you live with?"

"No one. I live alone."

"Why?"

The man looked down and said, "Well, I used to live with a group but we ran into a herd of walkers and everyone got killed. I managed to hide on my roof until it they left. It took two days of waiting but finally, the herd was gone. When I got down there was no one around."

"Why are you still here?"

"Where else should I go?" the man asked looking up at Mark. "Its all shit everywhere. I'm from here. I'll die here."

"Jacob!" Mark called to his son to come closer. Mark slung his rifle to his back and reached his hand out to the man. "What's your name?"

"Sam," he answered and used Mark's hand to shakily get himself back standing up.

"Can you make it back home? You need to rest that ankle. Maybe a few days."

"I don't know," Sam answered. "It hurts really bad. I don't think I'd be quick enough if I meet any dead ones on the way."

Mark looked at Jacob who still trained his rifle at Sam's head. "What do you think Jacob?"

"I think he's lying," Jacob said sternly.

"What!?" Sam was surprised by this.

"Shut the fuck up!" Mark snapped at Sam who immediately quieted. "Why Jacob?"

"I don't trust him," Jacob said. "Why is he out here alone. No one can survive alone."

"My friends just died a week ago..." Sam started to say.

Mark pushed Sam who quickly fell back on his ass. "Don't interrupt. Continue Jacob."

"Also, isn't it convenient that he was hiding right outside where we just scavenged?" Jacob asked.

"That is true," Mark said looking down at the man. "That is a mighty coincidence. But stranger things have happened. What do you say to this Sam?"

"I'm not lying," he responded sharply. "Help me to my house and I will give you something for your efforts."

"You don't have shit!" Jacob snapped.

"I have cans of food," Sam retorted.

"We don't need food!" Jacob snapped back.

Mark quickly turned to Jacob with a look of disapproval. He had told Jacob not to give out information to strangers about what they did and didn't have and he just indicated to this man that they had supplies back home. Now he had to decide whether to kill the man, let him go or help him get home.

"What did you do before this all happened?" Mark asked the man who looked surprised by the question.

"Um. I was a school teacher. Fifth grade," Sam answered. "You can't leave me out here to die with this shitty ankle. Come on."

"Alright, We will help you to your house but that is the end of it and you will not speak of us to anyone. We won't take your food but if you try anything we will gun you down."

"Of course. I get it. You don't know me but you will see. I just live up that way," Sam said pointing off down the road. "Can someone help me walk or what?"

Mark didn't want either of them to get that close so he started looking around the parking lot for something Sam could use as a cane or crutch. While he did Jacob had a thought.

"Wait here!" Jacob said and ran into the pawn shop. Inside the pawn shop he looked around for the crutches he had seen before but before he could find them he heard the sound of an engine getting louder and then screeching tires. He rushed out to his father but when he got to the door bullets started ringing out and the glass in front of him started to shatter. Jacob fell to his stomach as a hail of bullets whizzed past his head. After what seemed like forever the shooting stopped and he stood up but couldn't see his father or anyone else for that matter.

He tentatively opened the door and rushed out to where his father had been. When he turned to corner to look behind the garbage bin he saw his dad lying there, blood all around his head and body. He fell to his knees and rested his head on his father and began to cry. "No, no, no..." He said softly to himself. After many minutes of mourning, Jacob stood up and looked around. The bags of guns and ammunition they had collected were gone and instead, there were just dozens of recently spent bullet casings littering the ground.

Jacob knew that he had little time before his father would turn into a walker and as he pulled the knife out of its sheath he felt the weight of what he must do. His hand started to shake so he braced it with his other hand. On his knees, he held the knife above his father's head and wept, unable to move it downward.  After a few moments, he put the knife back into its sheath and started dragging his father's body toward the Ferrari. His heart bursting out of his chest he pushed his dad into the passenger seat and closed the door. He slowly gathered up the rest of the gear that they had and got into the driver's seat.

He had a few lessons on how to drive but never with the Ferrari. He'd begged to drive it so many times but now he felt nothing but sadness. After a few false starts, he made his way back to the culdesac. The way was slow as he had to continually refer back to the map and avoid the many obstacles in the road but as the sun was setting he pulled up to the large metals gates that signified home. Jacob got out of the car and pulled on a rope hanging from the outside of the first gate. A few minutes later he could hear the screeching sound of the inner gate opening and then the gate in front of him opened wide.

Bill and Edwardo were waiting with guns drawn and as Jacob drove by them slowly they could see the body lying in the seat next to him. A crowd was gathered around the culdesac and every resident was present. Molly and Autumn were sisters and only in their 20's but had acted like mothers to Jacob. Davonte was in his late 20's and had stayed up many nights talking with Mark about how to survive and be a good man. Clayton was the oldest at 65 and had lost an eye so he had a patch over it. Then there were Silvia and Ramon Ortiz, a young couple that liked to sleep in when they could.

They all watched as Jacob pulled up and clumsily parked the audaciously red car. Molly and Autumn came out to meet him and he fell into Molly's arms and wept. While the sisters consoled Jacob Davonte opened the passenger side door to find Mark's rugged corpse slumped into the seat, his chin caught on the seat belt. As he reached over the body to unlatch the seatbelt Mark's eyes opened suddenly and his mouth lunged forward biting directly into the meaty part of Davonte's neck.

Screaming, Davonte tried to push the beast away but it continued to devour him. Bill and Edwardo ran up the driveway and in a flash, Bill stabbed what used to be Mark's head. They pulled Davonte's limp body out by the feet as fountains of blood spurted and gushed out of him. Bill leaned over and plunged his bloody knife into Davonte's skull. He stood up and with a scowl on his face he marched over to Jacob and pulled him away from the sisters.

"You did this!" Bill yelled while he held the boy's arms. "Why didn't you finish Mark!"

Edwardo stepped in to get between the two and wrenched Bill's hands off of Jacob.

"He's just a kid!" Edwardo yelled at Bill who started to stomp around the pavement.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Bill yelled to himself as he stomped back and forth.

Edwardo turned to Jacob and said, "Go with Molly and Autumn to your house and I will be in soon for a debrief." When Jacob didn't respond he added, "You got that Soldier?"

Jacob's head raised quickly and he barked out, "Yes sir!" and walked over to the sisters who took him into his house. Bill and Edwardo talked in the yard and soon Bill calmed down and they all began to discuss what had happened. After a lengthy discussion, they began to disband when they heard a ring at the door. Above each of the houses' front doors hung a small dinner bell and they all began to ring out.

"What the fuck is that?" Edwardo said looking at Bill.

"I don't know but we need to take defensive measures now!" Bill said to the crowd. "Edwardo, go with them and post up in the attic. I'll get my gear and post up with the sisters and Jacob."

Edwardo nodded and the two groups moved quickly into their designated places. Bill leaped over his fence in two minutes flat was hopping back over it into Jacob's yard with a large bag in his hand. He rushed into the door and closed it behind him. The three were waiting for him in the entrance and Jacob was ready with the metal bar that he quickly placed into slots on each side of the door. He locked the deadbolt and turned around.

"Someone is at the gate. We need to get into defensive positions. Let's go!" Bill said with the confidence of a man who had spent 15 years in the Navy Seals.

They all made their way up the stairs making sure to place small makeshift barricades at the top of each of the three main stair sets. Bill pulled the string to the attic stairs which fumbled itself together and they all shuffled into the dark yet surprisingly roomy space. The attics of all the houses were outfitted as a type of panic room. Shelves were lined with canned goods and dehydrated rations. There were large barrels of water, weapons and ammunition racks, candles and a small plastic travel toilet in the far corner. Bill ran over to the window, grabbed a handheld radio and turned it on.

"Are you in position?" Bill asked calmly into the radio. No reply. "Are you in position? Over."

A few tense moments later a voice came over the radio, "We are in position. Everything is secure. Do you see them?"

Bill put a pair of binoculars up to his eyes and looked out toward the gates. There was a slight hill up to the culdesac from the road but in the highest part of the house Bill could see a group of at least five trucks parked on the outside of the property. Then he saw two men get out of a truck and pull large chains out from the bed of the truck. They walked up to the gate moments later got back into their truck.

"They are breaching the first gate. Over," Bill said over the radio.

"Roger that. I have eyes on. I guess there are about 30 of them. Over." Edwardo responded back from his perch.

"I guess more like 40 based on the van in the rear and the Rover in the front. I'll bet you a case it's 40. Over." Bill taunted.

"I'll take that bet, " Edwardo taunted back. "Should I get out the sniper? Over."

"Yes, sir. They certainly have initiated hostile action. Engage. Over." Bill said and as he turned to find Jacob holding a sniper rifle as big as himself out for him.

With red eyes and a red nose, Jacob handed him the rifle and said, "Locked and loaded, sir."

Bill looked at him with pride and took a prone position pointing toward the marauders at the gate. He put on ear protection and hunkered down. "Cover your ears and take cover." He said and a second later the attic shook with the burst of the concussive force from the 50 caliber rifle. The first shot was dead on target hitting the engine of the truck attempting to pull the gate down. Men began to file out of the vehicles. Immediately another shot burst out from Edwardo's window and Bill saw the chest of a man blow out and the man fell to the ground.

Shots began to ring out from the road and the wood around the tops of the homes began to tear apart. As men lined up across the gate and fence more and more of them were shooting directly up at the attics. All three houses took fire even though the shots had only come from the two. As bullets whizzed past Bills face and into the wood above his head he continued to fire. Shot after shot he never flinched and never missed. Each shot taking an appendage, chest, or head from a man. Edwardo did the same with slightly less accuracy but to deadly effect.

"They are coming over the outer fence!" Bill shouted at Jacob and the sisters. "Get to the third floor and fire from the windows. Stay low and aim first!" He said and then took another shot.

The three did as he said and each took an automatic rifle and ammunition with them down to the floor beneath. They each took a position in three of the four large windows facing the incoming horde. Molly took the first shots through the chain link fence at the men scrambling over the wooden fence. Many missed but she was able to hit one who fell to the ground. Then, Jacob and Autumn started shooting and soon more men lay on the ground screaming in pain. As they focused their fire on the men now taking cover behind the stacked highway barricades a flurry of arrows silently came barreling down on their positions striking the wood all around them.

Jacob dropped to a prone position and looked through the scope of his rifle and behind the trucks, he could see a dotted line forming from small glowing orange fires. Then the fires moved up in unison and soon flaming arrows were flying directly at their position. As the arrows and bullets scattered around the windows Jacob heard a loud scream coming from Autumn's room and before he could respond he heard footsteps bounding down the hall and then he heard Molly weeping. He trained his rifle on the archers and hit two of them before another volley of fire arrows came sweeping across the sky, one landing only a few inches away from his side. He looked at the arrow as it burned and quickly jumped to his feet.

He ran to the room where Autumn had screamed and found Autumn laying on the ground with bullet holes in her chest and Molly laying dead in the window with a rifle still in her hands. Jacob turned and quickly ran down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. Bill was still in a prone position but now there was one flaming arrow sticking out of the top of his head. Jacob held back the urge to start crying and instead grabbed a backpack and more ammunition from the stockpile and jumped back down the stairs to the backside of the third floor. The shooting had stopped and he assumed that Edwardo and the others had been killed as well and as he opened the sliding glass door to the balcony he could something pounding on the front door. He put the rifle over his shoulder and reached up to grab a wooden handle attached to a zip line leading over the fences and outside of the fortress walls.

He lifted up and slid down the zip line until he fell to the grass just a few dozen yards away from the houses. As he composed himself he heard a familiar voice.

"Jacob!" Silvia said running toward Jacob where she wrapped him in her arms. "We thought you were dead."

"Bill and the sisters are," Jacob said as Ramon and Clayton came running to them. "Edwardo?" Jacob asked looking at the trio.

The three stared at him for a moment and then Clayton looked up at the house they had been in and said, "He's still in there."

"What!?" Jacob yelled. "Why didn't he come?"

"He wanted to cover us as we escaped," Ramon said. "We have to leave!"

"We can't just leave him!" Jacob demanded.

"He said to meet him at the rendezvous point and if he isn't there in an hour to leave," Silvia explained, pulled on Jacob's arm and yelled, "We have to go!"

Jacob and the three turned to go just as shots began to ring out again in their general direction. They ran through the woods as their homes burned behind them. Continuing as fast as possible through the trees and past a few walkers, the group made it to a clearing a couple of miles away from the culdesac. After the clearing was another set of homes and they hopped the fence of one of them. Clayton lifted up a nearby rock and pulled a key from underneath. He opened the back door to the house and they all filed in.

Inside the dark house, they silently waited, listening. Jacob couldn't help but pace around the living room and the others sat on the couches. After 20 minutes Jacob couldn't take it anymore.

"We have to do something," he said to Clayton who was patiently looking at his watch.

"SHHHHH," Ramon and Silvia said together.

"Be patient, Jacob," Clayton said softly as Jacob commenced pacing around and biting his fingernails.

Another 10 minutes passed when they all heard a loud thud at the rear of the house. They all perked up and listened for more. Then, three hard knocks came from the back door. A pause. And then another two knocks. It was Edwardo! Jacob ran over the back door and opened it to find Edwardo laying against the side of the house, blood coming from his head. Ramon and Silvia quickly picked him up and took him inside. His head and left arm were bleeding furiously now but as Ramon and Silvia attempted to apply medical treatment he began to convulse. He shook violently for a moment and then just stopped moving.

Jacob stared down and asked the others, "Is he dead?"

Silvia put her hand to his neck and then said, "Yes. I'm..." But before she could say another word Jacob plunged his long knife into Edwardo's head startling the others.

Jacob pulled the knife out of Edwardo's skull, looked at the others and said, "I won't make that mistake again. Let's go." 

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

30 Days of Fiction: 20

After a few more tries George made it past the bevy of undead villagers and more white wolves. He had taken a wrong right turn once where he was immediately murdered by a twenty-foot long lizard that pulverized him with its jagged blue crystals. He decided that that one would have to wait. After the lizard, the world had opened up for him revealing an expanse of snowy mountains and castles off in the distance. It was a beautiful site but not as beautiful as the softly smoldering bonfire at the top of the hill and when he touched the hilt of a rusted sword sticking into bonfire he was filled with tranquility and peace. He was renewed and the fire was renewed for with his touch, it blazed hotter and brighter as if it had been waiting for him a very long time.

George sat at the fire for a moment and took stock of his inventory and found that his two glowing flasks were full again. When he was done resting he stood up and as soon as he had made the first turn down the path he was accosted by more villagers in tattered clothes wielding short swords and jagged daggers. He was getting better at blocking their attacks and with some effort and only drinking twice from his golden flask he found himself staring into a round and ruined courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, a giant in ornate silver armor knelt with its head to the floor motionless. Just beyond the statued knight were a set of doors. 

"That must be where I need to go," George said and headed toward the large doors at the far end of the yard making sure to give a wide berth to the giant as George had learned that this world was full of deadly surprises. 

The door was locked. 

"Hmm," George murmured and then began running around the courtyard for a clue as to what he had to do next. 

After frantically running the diameter of the area a few times he walked slowing up to the kneeling knight. Up close he noticed that there was a strange black mass undulating in and around the knight's back. Then he noticed that a long coiled sword was plunged halfway through the knight's chest. With apprehension, he began to pull the sword from the statue's chest. As it came free mists and spurts of blood began to fly from the sword and as it fell to the ground the giant raised its head and stood up. 

George backed away but in no time the giant was picking up his large halberd and moving swiftly toward him. George turned and as he began to run back toward the safety of the beautiful bonfire he saw before him a wall of fog blocking his way. He tried running through the fog but just as he found that he couldn't and turned, the sharp end of the giant's halberd was slamming down on his head. He attempted to drink from his flask but just as he pulled it out of his pocket another blow was raining down on him and he found himself in a haze of mist and death. 

He arose at the previous bonfire and was not surprised to find that all the enemies he had dispensed with earlier were back to torment him. He checked his flasks and the two were full but his jar of white smoke was empty. This time with a little more rage and resolved to regain that which he had lost he made his way toward the courtyard once more. 

The villagers were a difficult obstacle but he found a way to minimize how many he had to interact with and when he found himself in front of the giant the second time he was only down one drink of life juice. He felt confident as he passed through the threshold toward his foe but this time the giant was already up and making his way toward him. George pulled up his shield and walked forward. The giant struck him hard in the shield and he was hurt but alive. He swung his ax striking the knight once for decent damage but just as he went for another he was struck by the giant's side stomp and stunned for a moment. The giant swung again hitting him square in the side of his body staining the ground with his dark red blood. 

His life nearly gone, he rolled back until he couldn't roll anymore and took a drink from his flask, giving him back the majority of his health. He pulled his shield up just in time as the halberd slammed against it again. George made his way around the giant's side and began to slash it his flank as fast as he could doing more and more damage but with another stomp and slash the giant was on him causing his health to dwindle. George tried rolling back again but after the second roll, he found himself without any ground to roll onto and as he plummeted down an endless abyss he thought to himself, YOU DIED!

With even more rage in his heart George crossed the threshold of the courtyard but this time he ran at the giant full speed and started swinging blindly until he found himself being slammed to the ground by the massive halberd. He got up and started swinging blindly again only the have the giant lunge forward slamming the halberd down and up again launching him into the air and as he hit the ground he thought to himself again, YOU DIED. 

"FUCK!," he exclaimed as he was resurrected at the bonfire. This time he ran past all the villagers and headed straight into the fight. Instead of striking the giant face-on George remembered that the knight's flank was exposed after it attacked so this time he maneuvered around to the right at each opportunity and struck as much as he could. He took a halberd to the face a few times but was making progress. After each strike, he would try to flank him and strike until exhausted but still the giant was too fast and too powerful. His life dwindling he rolled to the right, then to the left and when he had just a moment to act he struck the knight and something different happened. 

All of a sudden the knight stopped and a mass of writhing black tar burst out of his back and head and a new head with burning red eyes and a long snout arose out of his body. A pale long arm stretched out from the knight's side and with a screech, the knight was now a hideous monstrosity. Not knowing what to make of this George made his way to what he thought was the creature's flank and began to strike as fast as he could taking chunks out of its flesh. The creature turned and struck down with its long face slamming George to the ground. With just a sliver of life left and the creature gearing up for another attack he rolled to the right just in time to miss being hit and took a drink from his golden flask. 

With vigor, George rolled toward the half-knight-half-black-tar-creature and struck it again and again. The creature was nearly dead when it leaped into the sky and in an attempt to miss the incoming strike George rolled backward but he rolled too soon and the creature landed with its full weight on his body killing him once more. 

"NOOOOOO!!!!! I fucking had him! Goddamnit! Fuck! FUck! FUCK!" George spewed out of his mouth as he was being resurrected. 

George decided to take a break. He was so angry that he knew that if he continued he would just die again exacerbating his rage. Instead, he decided to look around the area and practice killing the villagers. He tried taking each one individually and found them much easier to deal with one on one. Around one bend in the path, he had found some dark black orbs and found that if he threw them they burst into flames like a bomb from a Mario Brothers game. He only had 4 after the initial test throw so he decided to save them for when he really needed them.

After a few more practice sessions in the area and with his jar filling up nicely with white smoke he decided to take on the giant again. He crossed the threshold and ran up to the giant and waited for it to strike. When it did he moved to his right and struck a few times and then waited for the next strike. He was beginning to read the giant's patterns and concentrated on what he was doing in a way he hadn't before. George was in the "zone" this time and in no time the knight was again transforming into a blackened creature. The fight became more intense but George kept his witts and drank from his flask only twice thus far.

The creature's health was nearly gone and in his haste, George swung too many times and as he became exhausted the creature smashed him into the ground taking most of his health away. He got up, rolled to the right and drank from the flask just in time to miss another strike. He rolled toward the back of the creature but just as he went to swing his ax the creature jumped into the air. George waited for a half second and then rolled away from the creature as it struck the ground missing him entirely. The creature was too far away to strike but George remembered the black bombs.

"Fuck it!" he said to himself as he flung a black bomb at the creature's blackface.

The creature screeched and writhed in pain as the bomb exploded, setting it aflame. That did it and it was over as it began to fade away from the world in a haze of smoke and blood.

"YES!!!!!" George exclaimed pumping his fist into the air and he began to dance a little. When he was done celebrating he noticed a small bonfire appeared in the center of the yard and when he touched the sword sticking out of it the bonfire blazed with delight and they were both at peace. After resting, George took out his jar and found it full of wonderful white smoke. He walked over to the large doors and with all his strength he pulled them open. 

Thursday, April 5, 2018

30 Days of Fiction: 19

Because he didn't know where he came from, who he was or how he had died, he was now a blank slate. He could name himself whatever he wanted and that would be his first challenge. For some reason, Jake came to mind, but that was too obvious and boring so he thought about all the great names that he could call himself. Ghengis Khan, Martin Luther, Ragnar, Shakespear, Godzilla, but those were too obvious and lacked individuality. So maybe something more descriptive and creative, he thought. Maybe Gluten Master, Knee Slapper, Green Monkey, or Magical Martian? No, none of that would do and he felt that he was wasting time. He just needed to pick one and move on.

He thought for a moment and finally decided to go with George. That's fine, he thought and now onto gender. He could be female or male but it made little difference so he went with male; George is a male name and he was male and so why not, he thought. Next, he had to choose what he would enter the world with and who he wanted to become in the end. He could be a strong man, a dancing fencer, a sorcerer, a healer or a myriad of other choices but in his heart, he knew who he wanted to be in this life. He would be the strongest warrior this land had ever seen and he would take on his foes like a thunderous hammer striking through them to the earth itself. No one would stand in his way for long. Also, he had a ring that gave him 10% more life. He finished calibrating his reincarnation parameters and was born again.   

He stood in a dark and desolate graveyard holding a short ax in his right hand and a wooden shield in the other. The world was in ruin, decaying for what must have been centuries. Even the trees and grasses looked sad and how could they not be as the sun did not make it far into this area. George moved forward quickly, excited to find out more about what this land had to offer and as he turned the first corner he saw a strange looking man standing still and holding a dagger. Maybe he knows what is happening, George thought and started toward the man but just then the man lunged at George with the dagger slicing his chest. 

"What the fuck!" George exclaimed and took a quick step back just as the psychotic villager began to flail madly striking him another time. 

George was next to death but managed to find his will and swung his ax hard at the man. The remnant of what used to be a man lay on the ground before him in a sad pile face down in the mud. Feeling weaker and wearier George looked up to see another strange man sitting against a broken fountain. Inside the fountain's fractured basin an orb of white light could be seen. I wonder what that is, he thought as he moved forward. When he was about 10 yards from the enticing light the villager stood up and without hesitation began running at him dagger first. This time George held out his shield and blocked the first strike and as he let his shield down the man hesitated and then flailed unexpectedly striking him in the face and chest and he fell to his knees in agony. He had just started but just as fast as he was born he had died and the world faded into darkness. 

YOU DIED, he thought as he stood next to the grave he had started from in the damp cemetery a few minutes earlier. He started forward resolute not to die again and happy that he had another chance. He turned the same first corner as before and the man that he had killed before was resurrected and stood there again with his dagger in hand. This time he walked slowly forward with his shield up and as the man lunged forward to attack him he blocked strike after strike until the man stopped and he swung his ax once more vanquishing the undead madman. He hadn't noticed before but as the man died he felt his pocket become slightly heavier and when felt into his pocket he found a small glass jar. The jar contained a small amount of what looked like glowing white smoke resting at the bottom. Curious, he thought and put the jar back into his pocket. 

He moved forward but this time he was ready for the next undead man and struck him down as swiftly as the first but this time there was a green and red stain on the ground where he had died before. Stepping over it he could feel the weight in his pocket slightly increase and when he looked again at the jar he saw that there was a little bit more smoke then there was before. He put the jar back and stepped forward toward the basin in front of him. In the basin was a mysterious light that blinded him from seeing what the basin contained. With trepidation, he reached his hand into the basin and beneath the piercing light he felt a small glass item and as he pulled his hand out the light disappeared revealing a glass flask containing a glowing blue liquid. 

George opened the lid of the flask and drank its contents but there was no effect. It had no smell or taste and seemed to do nothing so he put the flask into his other pocket. As he did he felt that another item was already in that pocket and when he pulled that item out he saw that it was another glass flask. This time it was full of a glowing golden liquid and when he drank from it he felt slightly better and it had a sweet nourishing taste. Not knowing better he drank took three gulps and put it back into his pocket feeling vigorous and energized.

He had walked only a short distance before he heard the rasping barks of a large creature. He braced himself and watched as a white wolf rounded the corner with the speed of a greyhound. It bared its teeth and sprung forward smashing its massive white head into George's shield. He swung his ax reflexively but hit only air. The beast had jumped back swiftly and then sprung forward again, this time sinking its teeth into George's side taking out a sizable chunk. He swung again, even harder, hitting the wolf in the face and knocking it back several feet. As it struggled to get to its feet George rummaged in his pocket and pulled out the flask with the golden liquid but when he looked the container had little more than a few drops. He realized he had no more life juice and was attacked by the wolf again and as he fell to his knees once more he thought about how he might try it next time.