Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2015 19:19:25 GMT -5
It had been some time since they took over the property, but the Fugitives of Baton Rouge always won, some way or another. The shots fired started down the street as they roared down the road that had no name to them. Some of the properties were overrun, some were burned out but there was one in particular, right on the river that seemed just right. In a way, Knox felt like Goldilocks. This territory was just right.
The scrawny little redneck with a shitty temper killed off a few of his men, but they were able to run off a couple of others. Too bad the little blonde slipped away. He would have liked to keep her locked up in the attic for a bit of occasional fun. But whatever. They had the property, they had a bait shop that was partially burned out and best of all, they had a little have away from the cities, where the swamp muck was deep and the alligators were plentiful for fresh meat.
Another morning had come around without sights or sounds of anything, except for a stray walker that was an older woman in a yellow and red dress. He kind of liked having her wander outside the property fence line. He always wondered if she would figure out a way in and oddly, he would go out and talk to her from a distance. Too bad she had to die. She had pretty eyes, once.
The others were sleeping in as the mist rolled across the river and at the end of the dock, it seemed nothing was going to happen today. Knox was getting a bit restless. The booze was running low and weed was hard to come by these days. Crank was out of the question as the last of it had been smoked months ago.
The scrawny little redneck with a shitty temper killed off a few of his men, but they were able to run off a couple of others. Too bad the little blonde slipped away. He would have liked to keep her locked up in the attic for a bit of occasional fun. But whatever. They had the property, they had a bait shop that was partially burned out and best of all, they had a little have away from the cities, where the swamp muck was deep and the alligators were plentiful for fresh meat.
Another morning had come around without sights or sounds of anything, except for a stray walker that was an older woman in a yellow and red dress. He kind of liked having her wander outside the property fence line. He always wondered if she would figure out a way in and oddly, he would go out and talk to her from a distance. Too bad she had to die. She had pretty eyes, once.
The others were sleeping in as the mist rolled across the river and at the end of the dock, it seemed nothing was going to happen today. Knox was getting a bit restless. The booze was running low and weed was hard to come by these days. Crank was out of the question as the last of it had been smoked months ago.