Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 1:08:57 GMT -5
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
When new fellas signed onto the railroad, and questioned who was he to lead crews out on the 'yard, he used to joke that he was just an old man who could swing a maul for five days straight, and that was six days longer than they could. He wasn't old, but he sure as hell could swing a maul, but instead of one meant to strike out railroad spikes, his was a wood splittin' maul meant for.. other things. Bone and flesh gave way to that splitting maul's head all the same as wood or timber would. That long coat he wore was covered in soot from the fire of the building from behind him, ash still falling from it. The sounds of a firefight had brought in the lost and hungry, the shambling corpses that he was dealing with now. Bodies strewn across the ground, in the still flickering flames of that hotel he and others had shacked up with.
He swore, that he brought death with him wherever he went.
A sound drew around, swinging the blunt end of that maul downwards as he twisted, ripping legs apart as he twisted to bear down on the Zed only to... stop, to pause, as he looked down. "...I'm sorry." He said quietly to the tiny thing.. A girl, barely above the age of thirteen. Her and her mother had sought shelter with him, for him to protect him, for the group to protect them. "Wasn't how a child's meant to go." He said before lifting up the maul and bringing it down again, smashing in the skull only to.. let that maul linger, leaning into the handle, his eyes closing for that moment. Yeah, bandits, brigands, raiders, fuckever they liked to be called, they found their little group and made demands. Demands that.. some might have given into, but when they wanted the women, and their girl, Riley had stepped up like the impetuous little shit he'd been and told them where to stick their demands.
Brave boy, brave man, good man. He just... cut those blue eyes down to what was left of the girl, and hefted up his wood splitting maul, shouldering it. Corpses all around, men, women, some bandits, some of them, them, some zombies that had wandered across.. and there he stood, with his bloodied maul, looking around that fucking carnage, a stoic look on his face as if he'd simply expected it. Knew it was coming.. It was always coming.
THWACK!
THWACK!
When new fellas signed onto the railroad, and questioned who was he to lead crews out on the 'yard, he used to joke that he was just an old man who could swing a maul for five days straight, and that was six days longer than they could. He wasn't old, but he sure as hell could swing a maul, but instead of one meant to strike out railroad spikes, his was a wood splittin' maul meant for.. other things. Bone and flesh gave way to that splitting maul's head all the same as wood or timber would. That long coat he wore was covered in soot from the fire of the building from behind him, ash still falling from it. The sounds of a firefight had brought in the lost and hungry, the shambling corpses that he was dealing with now. Bodies strewn across the ground, in the still flickering flames of that hotel he and others had shacked up with.
He swore, that he brought death with him wherever he went.
A sound drew around, swinging the blunt end of that maul downwards as he twisted, ripping legs apart as he twisted to bear down on the Zed only to... stop, to pause, as he looked down. "...I'm sorry." He said quietly to the tiny thing.. A girl, barely above the age of thirteen. Her and her mother had sought shelter with him, for him to protect him, for the group to protect them. "Wasn't how a child's meant to go." He said before lifting up the maul and bringing it down again, smashing in the skull only to.. let that maul linger, leaning into the handle, his eyes closing for that moment. Yeah, bandits, brigands, raiders, fuckever they liked to be called, they found their little group and made demands. Demands that.. some might have given into, but when they wanted the women, and their girl, Riley had stepped up like the impetuous little shit he'd been and told them where to stick their demands.
Brave boy, brave man, good man. He just... cut those blue eyes down to what was left of the girl, and hefted up his wood splitting maul, shouldering it. Corpses all around, men, women, some bandits, some of them, them, some zombies that had wandered across.. and there he stood, with his bloodied maul, looking around that fucking carnage, a stoic look on his face as if he'd simply expected it. Knew it was coming.. It was always coming.