Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 0:15:33 GMT -5
Brad sped through town. He never was able to go this fast, a sherif on every corner. Cop station smack dab in the middle of town. But now, now he could speed, speed as fast as he wanted. It felt great to be behind the wheel again. So much power and speed, he grinned the entire time as he sped through each intersection. Surprisingly the dead seemed lacking. What little ones there were, drawn off the road.
The prison had been so full of the dead, they were everywhere. It was almost eerie not being able to see so many. He liked seeing them, at least then you knew where they were. He looked down, still realizing he was in the orange jump suit and simply shook his head.
"how's he doing back there," he asked Beau, his older brother helping the other. "Man shit is crazy. The fucking chef. The fuck did you do to piss him off, say his shit tasted bad. What's Bubba getting all protective of him over, don't he remember family comes first. That's what matters right?"
He took his eyes off the road to look at his brothers. "Family comes first right? You don't just leave your family to rot in a fucking cage. No look out for them. Isn't that right." A loud bang came from the front, a walker deflecting off the hood of the truck, rolling into the dirt.
"well god dam. It's like that one video game we played. What was it, priests were double points and the grannies triple. But you hit th super model and you lost two lives." He chuckled to himself. "We're almost there, just hold on. We'll get you into Doc's place and Beau can fix you right up."
He came to stop at the old vet clinic out of town. Stopping right out front he put the truck in park and shut it off. Grabbing his shotgun he stepped out into the poring rain, his long hair clinging to his face. "You need help getting him inside? If not I'll cover you from the biters. Come on let's move." He started to make his way to the door, hoping Beau would follow.
The prison had been so full of the dead, they were everywhere. It was almost eerie not being able to see so many. He liked seeing them, at least then you knew where they were. He looked down, still realizing he was in the orange jump suit and simply shook his head.
"how's he doing back there," he asked Beau, his older brother helping the other. "Man shit is crazy. The fucking chef. The fuck did you do to piss him off, say his shit tasted bad. What's Bubba getting all protective of him over, don't he remember family comes first. That's what matters right?"
He took his eyes off the road to look at his brothers. "Family comes first right? You don't just leave your family to rot in a fucking cage. No look out for them. Isn't that right." A loud bang came from the front, a walker deflecting off the hood of the truck, rolling into the dirt.
"well god dam. It's like that one video game we played. What was it, priests were double points and the grannies triple. But you hit th super model and you lost two lives." He chuckled to himself. "We're almost there, just hold on. We'll get you into Doc's place and Beau can fix you right up."
He came to stop at the old vet clinic out of town. Stopping right out front he put the truck in park and shut it off. Grabbing his shotgun he stepped out into the poring rain, his long hair clinging to his face. "You need help getting him inside? If not I'll cover you from the biters. Come on let's move." He started to make his way to the door, hoping Beau would follow.