Post by Baron Neal on May 25, 2016 22:00:47 GMT -5
The rain was pouring down on the dirt road, filling it with mud an scattered puddles while the feet of Baron splashed through the water in an empty direction. His whole body was soaked. But he didn't care. He was confused. He was pissed. He was depressed. A variety of feelings bursting through his head. One feeling that hit the hardest was that he was alone. And even when he was with that big group back at the bayou, he still felt alone. A majority of his life he felt alone, but it never hit as hard as it has now.
Baron's life has always consisted of fuckery. He was always destined to be a deadbeat. Just like his father. Just like his grandfather. His future was meant to consist of empty beer bottles and cable TV. And when the apocalypse hit, he figured things would change. He could become this badass hero. Somebody he had always imagined he could be. A character who would fight off evil and get all the bitches. But in reality, he can't shoot worth a damn, and every bitch he so happens to find is either with somebody or turns the cold shoulder. He was sick. Sick of living a lame life with limitations that wouldn't even allow him a simple piece of ass.
Where was he headed? Baron didn't even know that. As he continued to splash through the now muddy road, walking with nowhere in sight. He just kept wondering. Wondering what if he wasn't the way he was. If he wasn't straight forward like he was. And he didn't speak the truth whenever he wanted if people would treat him with respect. But then again, Baron has never in his life been respected. And he couldn't think of a time where he's respected somebody else. Which is all because of the fact that he never learned what respect was. His dad was too busy respecting pussy in the bars and he had nobody else except for some buddies who were in the same boat as he was. It was a missing piece that mocked him. He got to witness safety at it's finest. A group of survivors all fighting the same evil as him. But every single one of them were better than him in every aspect. And he felt small. Smaller than his chances of ever being happy again.
Baron's life has always consisted of fuckery. He was always destined to be a deadbeat. Just like his father. Just like his grandfather. His future was meant to consist of empty beer bottles and cable TV. And when the apocalypse hit, he figured things would change. He could become this badass hero. Somebody he had always imagined he could be. A character who would fight off evil and get all the bitches. But in reality, he can't shoot worth a damn, and every bitch he so happens to find is either with somebody or turns the cold shoulder. He was sick. Sick of living a lame life with limitations that wouldn't even allow him a simple piece of ass.
Where was he headed? Baron didn't even know that. As he continued to splash through the now muddy road, walking with nowhere in sight. He just kept wondering. Wondering what if he wasn't the way he was. If he wasn't straight forward like he was. And he didn't speak the truth whenever he wanted if people would treat him with respect. But then again, Baron has never in his life been respected. And he couldn't think of a time where he's respected somebody else. Which is all because of the fact that he never learned what respect was. His dad was too busy respecting pussy in the bars and he had nobody else except for some buddies who were in the same boat as he was. It was a missing piece that mocked him. He got to witness safety at it's finest. A group of survivors all fighting the same evil as him. But every single one of them were better than him in every aspect. And he felt small. Smaller than his chances of ever being happy again.