Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 19:24:15 GMT -5
The lights flickered. The florescent light casting a greenish ghoulish glow over the walls that led to Gavin's throne. The building itself was in disrepair. There were roof leaks and shotty lighting that was in desperate need of upgrade. The whole place smelled of mildew and possibly mold. The dusty old exibits creeped everyone the fuck out, yet there were advantages. This place housed valuable shit once upon a time. It had big heavy doors and security cameras all around the property. Gavins guys could see someone coming from a mile away on those old tvs in the security office. There was always at least one guy dubbed "security gaurd for the day" His one and only job was to watch the monitors until the shift change. Gavin liked to know what was going on around him. Still The dinosaur exhibits, the old "History of our wars" exhibits showing wax figures of civil war soilders, ww2 soilders ww1 soilders, etc etc... Not to mention the anicent egypt second with those creepy ass sarcofogus's and the modern art section with the sculptures and paintings that just seemed dead to the world. There wasn't an inch of this place that didn't have some sort of creep factor. Must be why Gavin loved the place so much. He even took the time to chain a walker up out front and hang a sign around it's neck that read "Gavin's Musem of Curiosities and Wonders!" It was truely bizare. The fucker was like Willy god dam Wonka in his little murder factory. Mikey Rogers walked down the hall quietly trying not to touch the walls. He wasn't a germaphobe but this place was fucking disgusting, especially the hall to get to the modern art section of the musem. But still he had to see Gavin to let him know what was going on. Outside the dead were getting pretty restless. Some gunshots were heard nearby and it was attracting the attention of the dead. No doubt Gavin had heard the shots himself, and there was nothing really to report. Mikey didn't know dick about what was going on, but if Gavin felt like he was being kept out of the loop he'd be pissed even if no one knew jack diddly shit! Mikey came to the end of the hall and found himself in a brightly lit room. It was bright white and a stark contrast to the decay and mold of some of the older hallways in the building. Maybe because Gavin had some guys grab some ladders that were lying nearby and repaint this great room that was so freshly white it almost didn't seem to exsist in this world at all with all the walkers and death all around them, it just seemed out of place. Mikey walked up to Gavin who was studying a picture. He had one arm tucked under his armpit and his elbow resting across his forearm. The index finger of his hand pressed against his lips as if her were shhhh'ing himself. He seemed to be in great contimplation over it. Mikey turned to the picture that was the only picture hanging on the wall. It was off to one side and there were blank spaces where it was obvious that other pictures hung before Gavin and his group showed up. The other pictures that used to hang were tucked away in a closet somewhere. This wasn't a place for artists of the past anymore. This was a place for Gavin to express his artistic nature. Mikey saw the painting and tried not to hurl. He fought the urge to gag as well not wanting to offend Gavin in any way.
The lone painting that hung on the wall. Had a pedistool in front of it and a little card with a hand scribbled note that read "Flesh of the weak" The "painting" if it can be called that at all was proudly displayed and Gavin smiled at his art. It was a wooden frame with skin stretched tight over it. It was the midsection of a young woman, her belly button just.... off to the side of the middle of the center. There was dried blood and teeth marks that went all the way through on the taut young tan skin. Without taking his eyes off his work Gavin spoke, his finger still pressed to his lips.
Gavin: What ...... What do you think Mikey? I think it adds a certain beauty. It's humanizing in itself to be reminded how easily we can fall in this world. Don't you think Mikey?
Mikey: Yeah *He said laughing a little, uneasily* That's pretty wicked shit Wolfman. We uh.... We got some assholes shooting outside, want we should send someone to check it out? It may bring the deadeyes down on us.
Gavin said nothing for a long moment, he only stared at his work of art. His work of art whose name used to be Shannon. Finally he did speak and he turned his attention away from his work of art and gave his full attention to Mikey.
Gavin: No, no need. Whoever it is out there playing wild west will meet his end shortly, we can't spare the men for a suicide mission. However, i do want you to tell the boys that we need to go on a run soon. We need food, batteries and sprey paint.
Gavin turned and walked way without saying goodbye and Mikey knew to get gone before he ended up the next pretty picture on the wall. Gavin wasn't the sort to think himself a superior intellect. He didn't have a issue with a god complex or even a issue with thinking he was better than you physcially. No, all Gavin's vanity lied in his creations that is where his ego swelled and it was the only thing that mattered to him in this rotten hellhole of a world. It mattered to him more than anything else.
The lone painting that hung on the wall. Had a pedistool in front of it and a little card with a hand scribbled note that read "Flesh of the weak" The "painting" if it can be called that at all was proudly displayed and Gavin smiled at his art. It was a wooden frame with skin stretched tight over it. It was the midsection of a young woman, her belly button just.... off to the side of the middle of the center. There was dried blood and teeth marks that went all the way through on the taut young tan skin. Without taking his eyes off his work Gavin spoke, his finger still pressed to his lips.
Gavin: What ...... What do you think Mikey? I think it adds a certain beauty. It's humanizing in itself to be reminded how easily we can fall in this world. Don't you think Mikey?
Mikey: Yeah *He said laughing a little, uneasily* That's pretty wicked shit Wolfman. We uh.... We got some assholes shooting outside, want we should send someone to check it out? It may bring the deadeyes down on us.
Gavin said nothing for a long moment, he only stared at his work of art. His work of art whose name used to be Shannon. Finally he did speak and he turned his attention away from his work of art and gave his full attention to Mikey.
Gavin: No, no need. Whoever it is out there playing wild west will meet his end shortly, we can't spare the men for a suicide mission. However, i do want you to tell the boys that we need to go on a run soon. We need food, batteries and sprey paint.
Gavin turned and walked way without saying goodbye and Mikey knew to get gone before he ended up the next pretty picture on the wall. Gavin wasn't the sort to think himself a superior intellect. He didn't have a issue with a god complex or even a issue with thinking he was better than you physcially. No, all Gavin's vanity lied in his creations that is where his ego swelled and it was the only thing that mattered to him in this rotten hellhole of a world. It mattered to him more than anything else.