Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 19:47:19 GMT -5
It had been almost a month since Rhett left New Mexico. He couldn't say his time there was well spent. The dessert heat dried out most of the dead there, made them slower. The walkers that weren't decomissioned by the heat were picked at by vultures. Damn the vultures were in the sky constantly because the all you can eat walking dead buffett below. New Mexico didn't have a lot to offer Rhett so he got his shit and got out of there. Rhett wanted thrills and danger. Rhett was a redneck adrenaline junkie, who couldn't stand life before the outbreak. The mundane grind life bored Rhett. But since it all fell apart he was having a blast. Rhett was making his way east. With no particular destination in mind Rhett was just coasting from state to state. Rhett's dodge charger roared over the Louisiana state line. The monster engine under the hood was screaming like an angry beast.
"Woo Hoo Hoo Hoooooo!"
Rhett exclaimed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of the lap of a blow up doll in the passenger seat. The doll was Rhett's lover Nina. She had on a red dress and lipstick. Underneth the dress Rhett took the time and care to dress her in lacey underwear and a lacey bra.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
Rhett said to his girlfriend Nina. Rhett often talked to the doll. The hot New Mexico sun paired with extreme isolation fried his fragile redneck brain. Rhett had trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy sometimes. In Rhett's cracked mind Nina the doll was real. And Rhett loved her. He loved her more than he ever loved anyone and she loved him. On the hood of Rhett's black Dodge Charger was Frank. A walker head he spiked on the hood of his car and kept alive. In Rhett's twisted head him and Frank were bros. Best friends in fact. Frank was just a little ..... Shorter than Rhett. Rhett took a few gulps of whiskey and stood from his seat as he drove. He leaned out the open window and poured some whiskey on the hood for Frank.
"Lick that shit up Frank we dont waste good whiskey! HAHAHAHA."
Rhett finished the bottle and chucked it out the window as he drifted around a coner and started barrelling down Louisiana streets. Rhett broke out in a smile as he saw a growling rotter shamble into the street. This was Rhett's favorite past time. Exploding corpses at breakneck speed. Rhett rolled up the window and pushed down on the pedal. Rhett loved doing this. Almost as much as he loved whiskey. The walker turned to the roaring engine and lunged for it as it struck. Blood went everywhere. It covered the windshield blocking Rhett's view. He turned on the wipers smearing blood all over. Rhett pulled over and stepped out of the car. He would have to clean the windshield manually, but he also wanted a smoke and some fresh air. Rhett closed the door and reached into the pocket of his leather jacket for his smokes. Blood dripped down from the side mirror and landed on his cowboy boots. It made him chuckle as he lit his cigerette and inhaled deeply. Nina hated his smoking so he always did it out of her view.
" Louisiana ain't disappointing so far. That was a juicy fucker, not like those dried out shitbags in New Mexico....Yup."
Rhett said taking another drag of his cigarette.
"This place'll be a barrel of laughs."
That's when Rhett noticed the military humvee coming down the road. He saw the headlights first before he identified it as military. Rhett didn't really react. He just kept leaning against his metal reinforced rotter deathmobile with the monster engine. Great what do these guys want? Rhett thought as he took another hit off his cigarette and waited for the vehicle to approach. Rhett's curiosity often got the better of him.
"Woo Hoo Hoo Hoooooo!"
Rhett exclaimed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of the lap of a blow up doll in the passenger seat. The doll was Rhett's lover Nina. She had on a red dress and lipstick. Underneth the dress Rhett took the time and care to dress her in lacey underwear and a lacey bra.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
Rhett said to his girlfriend Nina. Rhett often talked to the doll. The hot New Mexico sun paired with extreme isolation fried his fragile redneck brain. Rhett had trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy sometimes. In Rhett's cracked mind Nina the doll was real. And Rhett loved her. He loved her more than he ever loved anyone and she loved him. On the hood of Rhett's black Dodge Charger was Frank. A walker head he spiked on the hood of his car and kept alive. In Rhett's twisted head him and Frank were bros. Best friends in fact. Frank was just a little ..... Shorter than Rhett. Rhett took a few gulps of whiskey and stood from his seat as he drove. He leaned out the open window and poured some whiskey on the hood for Frank.
"Lick that shit up Frank we dont waste good whiskey! HAHAHAHA."
Rhett finished the bottle and chucked it out the window as he drifted around a coner and started barrelling down Louisiana streets. Rhett broke out in a smile as he saw a growling rotter shamble into the street. This was Rhett's favorite past time. Exploding corpses at breakneck speed. Rhett rolled up the window and pushed down on the pedal. Rhett loved doing this. Almost as much as he loved whiskey. The walker turned to the roaring engine and lunged for it as it struck. Blood went everywhere. It covered the windshield blocking Rhett's view. He turned on the wipers smearing blood all over. Rhett pulled over and stepped out of the car. He would have to clean the windshield manually, but he also wanted a smoke and some fresh air. Rhett closed the door and reached into the pocket of his leather jacket for his smokes. Blood dripped down from the side mirror and landed on his cowboy boots. It made him chuckle as he lit his cigerette and inhaled deeply. Nina hated his smoking so he always did it out of her view.
" Louisiana ain't disappointing so far. That was a juicy fucker, not like those dried out shitbags in New Mexico....Yup."
Rhett said taking another drag of his cigarette.
"This place'll be a barrel of laughs."
That's when Rhett noticed the military humvee coming down the road. He saw the headlights first before he identified it as military. Rhett didn't really react. He just kept leaning against his metal reinforced rotter deathmobile with the monster engine. Great what do these guys want? Rhett thought as he took another hit off his cigarette and waited for the vehicle to approach. Rhett's curiosity often got the better of him.