Post by Danny Ryder on Oct 3, 2016 16:53:00 GMT -5
The setting sun sent pink clouds racing across the sky. The air was still and quiet, devoid of the sounds of the dead. No longer was the Vegas strip filled with the sound of loud drunkards leaving the casino late at night, or the restless whir of the machines. No longer did the lights from the signs present a beacon for gamblers everywhere. Sin City had quickly become a ghost town, almost from the start. There were stragglers at first, but they didn't last long. They never did. The Vegas Pirates locked the strip down for themselves, and they chewed up and spat out those who wandered in like an old wad of gum.
Pounding footsteps disrupted the silence. A man rushed through the streets, his panicked wife behind him. He dragged her by the hand, the pair dodging overturned cars and looking frantically over their shoulders. They had been foolish to wander into this lion's den, and now, no matter how hard they ran, they felt as if they were mere flies in a twisted web. A beast of a man raced after them, or so they thought. He had vanished from sight, and the wanderers weren't sure if they had lost him in the maze of the city. They could only hope.
As the sun faded from the sky, they cut a corner fast and tried to reach their car. Instead, they were met with the leaner man from earlier. He leaned against the hood of his black camaro, one leg propped up against the bumper. He waited with his hands in his pockets, knowing, and tattoos licked along his wrists and arms where skin was visible. His head was slightly bowed, his unkempt hair falling in his face. He glanced up at the pair with stark green eyes, and a cigarette hung out of his lips. The pair paused in fear and clung to each other, the contents of their backpacks jingling as they held each other. The man's lips turned into a small smirk as he took a long drag on his cigarette, his one eye squinted shut. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and took the cigarette from his mouth.
"Not much of a number's man, are you, mate?" Danny exhaled a long stream of smoke from his mouth and dropped the used cigarette to the ground. He stamped it out with his foot, his other eye opening as he stared at the terrified couple. His smirk was excited, almost teasing, as he watched them. "We told you when you walked in, there's no chance of you getting out of here with your gear. We know these streets. Every corner, every turn. You're like a rat in a cage, boy, and there's no scenario where the odds are in your favor."
The man took a step back and took his wife with him. He seemed like he was going to try and make a break from it, Danny's Irish-lilted words intimidating him. Danny shook his head and took slow steps towards him, as if he were a lion stalking his prey. "Come on now, mate. Go ahead, take a look around. We own this town." The man looked in front of him, almost tripping over his wife as they backed up. Danny stepped forward quickly, in the blink of an eye, and stepped on the toe of his shoe. The man staggered, and Danny pressed a bony finger into his chest. "We own you, and every mother fucker around."
"What do you want?" The man finally stammered. Danny shook his head and lifted his foot.
"I already told you. We want your bags, your blades, and your bullets." Danny looked the frightened woman up and down before he offered a smirk. "But you can keep your bitch. We don't want ass that ain't willing, no matter how pretty the face."
The man took a few steps back, but he sandwiched his wife against Johnny's front as he bumped into him. They both cried out in terror, the predatory brother finally showing himself after the chase. Danny grinned as he saw the tower of a man loom over them, and he tapped his wrist. "Tick tock. You don't wanna keep him waiting. They don't call him the Hammer because of his prowess with the broads." He offered a teasing smirk his brother's way. "Or maybe they do. You don't want to find out."
The man trembled as he and his wife left their bags and guns on the ground. Danny watched them disarm with amused eyes, and once he was satisfied, he took a step to the side and motioned for them to run. The pair raced off down the street, the wife directly behind the man. Danny watched them as they went and cocked his head to the side with a low hum.
"If I can nail them both with one bullet, we get some blow from the hotel and celebrate. If I can't, then we don't touch the stuff for the weekend." The Ryder brothers could make a game out of anything. Whether it was head shots on walkers from the balcony or who could hunt down a captive survivor first, they both loved the adrenaline. Danny smirked and cocked his gun, aimed it at the pair as they fled the city. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet broke through both of their skulls. The lovers collapsed to the ground with an unceremonious plop, and Danny whistled and pumped his fist into the air.
"Looks like we're sitting pretty tonight, brother." Danny patted his brother on the broad shoulder as he crouched to grab the gear. A low growl stole his attention, and he looked up as a walker shambled out into the street. She was tall and voluptuous, her tanned form littered in bites and blood. She staggered towards them with her arms tied behind her back, her full chest barely covered by a tight top. Danny could recognize those fake tits anywhere, especially with those injected lips and corrected nose. Angel, the stripper that he used to blow his money, and his load, on. Danny couldn't help but smirk at the irony of it all as she rushed towards him, a furious growl on her lips.
"Well well, look who it is, Johnny." He shot out one of her knees, and she fell onto her front. Danny was smart, but when he wanted to have fun, he didn't think about wasting time or ammo. As she staggered up once more, much closer this time, Danny shot out her other knee and watched as she fell onto them before him. She snarled and tried to lunge at him with her upper body, but he caught her by the back of the hair and pulled her head back. Her hair tore at the skin, threatening to separate, and Danny cocked his gun and pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth to try and snap at him and he pushed it in to the base. She snarled around the gun, and as Danny looked down at her, he couldn't help but remember her in this very position, but without all of the horror and gore. He smirked and cocked his head at the sight of it, her on her knees at cock level. "Just like old times."
Without flinching, he fired off a round and blew her brains out. She dropped to the ground in a heap and he laughed, shaking the bits of flesh and guts off of the barrel. He reached down and grabbed one of the bags, tossing the strap over his shoulder. "Let's get inside and break out the powder. I'm ready for a fix."
Pounding footsteps disrupted the silence. A man rushed through the streets, his panicked wife behind him. He dragged her by the hand, the pair dodging overturned cars and looking frantically over their shoulders. They had been foolish to wander into this lion's den, and now, no matter how hard they ran, they felt as if they were mere flies in a twisted web. A beast of a man raced after them, or so they thought. He had vanished from sight, and the wanderers weren't sure if they had lost him in the maze of the city. They could only hope.
As the sun faded from the sky, they cut a corner fast and tried to reach their car. Instead, they were met with the leaner man from earlier. He leaned against the hood of his black camaro, one leg propped up against the bumper. He waited with his hands in his pockets, knowing, and tattoos licked along his wrists and arms where skin was visible. His head was slightly bowed, his unkempt hair falling in his face. He glanced up at the pair with stark green eyes, and a cigarette hung out of his lips. The pair paused in fear and clung to each other, the contents of their backpacks jingling as they held each other. The man's lips turned into a small smirk as he took a long drag on his cigarette, his one eye squinted shut. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and took the cigarette from his mouth.
"Not much of a number's man, are you, mate?" Danny exhaled a long stream of smoke from his mouth and dropped the used cigarette to the ground. He stamped it out with his foot, his other eye opening as he stared at the terrified couple. His smirk was excited, almost teasing, as he watched them. "We told you when you walked in, there's no chance of you getting out of here with your gear. We know these streets. Every corner, every turn. You're like a rat in a cage, boy, and there's no scenario where the odds are in your favor."
The man took a step back and took his wife with him. He seemed like he was going to try and make a break from it, Danny's Irish-lilted words intimidating him. Danny shook his head and took slow steps towards him, as if he were a lion stalking his prey. "Come on now, mate. Go ahead, take a look around. We own this town." The man looked in front of him, almost tripping over his wife as they backed up. Danny stepped forward quickly, in the blink of an eye, and stepped on the toe of his shoe. The man staggered, and Danny pressed a bony finger into his chest. "We own you, and every mother fucker around."
"What do you want?" The man finally stammered. Danny shook his head and lifted his foot.
"I already told you. We want your bags, your blades, and your bullets." Danny looked the frightened woman up and down before he offered a smirk. "But you can keep your bitch. We don't want ass that ain't willing, no matter how pretty the face."
The man took a few steps back, but he sandwiched his wife against Johnny's front as he bumped into him. They both cried out in terror, the predatory brother finally showing himself after the chase. Danny grinned as he saw the tower of a man loom over them, and he tapped his wrist. "Tick tock. You don't wanna keep him waiting. They don't call him the Hammer because of his prowess with the broads." He offered a teasing smirk his brother's way. "Or maybe they do. You don't want to find out."
The man trembled as he and his wife left their bags and guns on the ground. Danny watched them disarm with amused eyes, and once he was satisfied, he took a step to the side and motioned for them to run. The pair raced off down the street, the wife directly behind the man. Danny watched them as they went and cocked his head to the side with a low hum.
"If I can nail them both with one bullet, we get some blow from the hotel and celebrate. If I can't, then we don't touch the stuff for the weekend." The Ryder brothers could make a game out of anything. Whether it was head shots on walkers from the balcony or who could hunt down a captive survivor first, they both loved the adrenaline. Danny smirked and cocked his gun, aimed it at the pair as they fled the city. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet broke through both of their skulls. The lovers collapsed to the ground with an unceremonious plop, and Danny whistled and pumped his fist into the air.
"Looks like we're sitting pretty tonight, brother." Danny patted his brother on the broad shoulder as he crouched to grab the gear. A low growl stole his attention, and he looked up as a walker shambled out into the street. She was tall and voluptuous, her tanned form littered in bites and blood. She staggered towards them with her arms tied behind her back, her full chest barely covered by a tight top. Danny could recognize those fake tits anywhere, especially with those injected lips and corrected nose. Angel, the stripper that he used to blow his money, and his load, on. Danny couldn't help but smirk at the irony of it all as she rushed towards him, a furious growl on her lips.
"Well well, look who it is, Johnny." He shot out one of her knees, and she fell onto her front. Danny was smart, but when he wanted to have fun, he didn't think about wasting time or ammo. As she staggered up once more, much closer this time, Danny shot out her other knee and watched as she fell onto them before him. She snarled and tried to lunge at him with her upper body, but he caught her by the back of the hair and pulled her head back. Her hair tore at the skin, threatening to separate, and Danny cocked his gun and pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth to try and snap at him and he pushed it in to the base. She snarled around the gun, and as Danny looked down at her, he couldn't help but remember her in this very position, but without all of the horror and gore. He smirked and cocked his head at the sight of it, her on her knees at cock level. "Just like old times."
Without flinching, he fired off a round and blew her brains out. She dropped to the ground in a heap and he laughed, shaking the bits of flesh and guts off of the barrel. He reached down and grabbed one of the bags, tossing the strap over his shoulder. "Let's get inside and break out the powder. I'm ready for a fix."