Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Oct 16, 2016 23:23:18 GMT -5
Buster walked along kicking up grass and dirt as he trudged. Walking beside him and keeping pace with him was Faith. Buster watched her waddle. Faith was a fat ass by dog standards she even had a funny little waddle she did when she walked. God dam whoever owned this dog before him kept her fed that was for sure. He chuckled watching the as the chubby dog happily kept stride with him, her tounge hanging out of the side of her mouth as she waddled along. He wasn't sure why but things were clicking for him. At least to a point. He had a group, though most of them didn't trust him, they let him stay among their ranks. He didn't give a shit if they trusted him or liked him or whatever; he didn't have to sleep with one eye open and that was enough. Buster walked and as he did he pulled out a comb and started going over his hair again, slicking it back making sure it was in place. He still was steamed about Forrest giving him a pat on the back, like Buster cared about his approval. He didn't. Buster wasn't a shithead just for the sake of being a shithead, he just knew that everyone didn't come up the same way he did in this end of days. He had been with a few groups and each had their own way of doing things but one thing remained constant between them. The number one rule in all of his former groups was "look out for yourself first because no one else is going to." Yeah they shared food and supplies and banded together to become and intimidating force to show stregnth and not weakness to anyone who wanted to fuck with them, but situations like the one Buster found himself and David in...... No one from any of his former groups would have faulted him for what he had did because they would have done the same thing. Buster stopped along the side of a building and lit another smoke. He stood there with his back against the wall and raise one of his feet and put it against the wall too. Taking the cigerette out of his mouth he blew out a cloud of frustration and exhaled more of the solution to his aggrivation. He just needed to chill. Soon they'd be on the road and he could put this place behind him. This was the place where he rode with Clayton, a bad dude if there ever was one. Buster didn't always agree with Claytons method's but the guy kept them in supplies.... He was dam good at that. Buster was lost in thought for a moment until he saw Buck walking by like he didn't have a care in the world. Buster still hadn't had a chance to talk to Buck since he got here. Buck was Clayton's dimwitted redneck cousin and he coasted in the group off his relationship to Clayton and he was coasting here off his goodwill he earned from that sexy ass blonde chick who seemed to be one of the ones calling the shots. But Buster still had to say a few things to Buck.
Buster: Hey! Fuckstain! A word?
Buck saw who was calling to him and took off running. Buster tossed his cigerette and took off after him. It was a hell of a chase and you woulda never believed it but Buck could fly like the wind and he left Buster in his dust as he took off running. Buster doubled over out of breath and madder than hell. He just wanted to beat the shit out of Buck one good time, he didn't even have to kill him but Buck had a beating coming to him that was for sure. Buck was beyond stupid and his stupidity had nearly gotten Buster killed multiple times while in Clayton's crew. Of course Buster couldn't say shit or Clay would stomp him to death with his bloody work boots. But Buster harbored a grudge for Buck that wouldn't be satisfied until he kicked that little weasles ass. Buck was gone, he was going to be hiding that was for sure and Buster couldn't catch the little bastard so instead he collapsed in the grass. Stretched out like he was about to make a snow angel and just stared up at the clouds. Fuck. He thought. It'll be nice to leave all this shit behind me and get on the road. He laid there for awhile while his head tried to stop swimming and his breathing returned to normal.. He thought about how he used to be and the person he was becoming. Certainly the old him woulda shot Buck in the head about 7 times and spit on his corpse. Now he'd settle for a beatdown and call it a day.
Buster: I think i'm going soft.
Buster sat up and rested his arms on his elbows and began to laugh. It felt good to laugh even if he was laughing at his own fall into obselesence.
Buster: Hey! Fuckstain! A word?
Buck saw who was calling to him and took off running. Buster tossed his cigerette and took off after him. It was a hell of a chase and you woulda never believed it but Buck could fly like the wind and he left Buster in his dust as he took off running. Buster doubled over out of breath and madder than hell. He just wanted to beat the shit out of Buck one good time, he didn't even have to kill him but Buck had a beating coming to him that was for sure. Buck was beyond stupid and his stupidity had nearly gotten Buster killed multiple times while in Clayton's crew. Of course Buster couldn't say shit or Clay would stomp him to death with his bloody work boots. But Buster harbored a grudge for Buck that wouldn't be satisfied until he kicked that little weasles ass. Buck was gone, he was going to be hiding that was for sure and Buster couldn't catch the little bastard so instead he collapsed in the grass. Stretched out like he was about to make a snow angel and just stared up at the clouds. Fuck. He thought. It'll be nice to leave all this shit behind me and get on the road. He laid there for awhile while his head tried to stop swimming and his breathing returned to normal.. He thought about how he used to be and the person he was becoming. Certainly the old him woulda shot Buck in the head about 7 times and spit on his corpse. Now he'd settle for a beatdown and call it a day.
Buster: I think i'm going soft.
Buster sat up and rested his arms on his elbows and began to laugh. It felt good to laugh even if he was laughing at his own fall into obselesence.