Post by Willie Shade on Oct 26, 2016 1:06:28 GMT -5
The rugged Jeep sputtered to a halt in the most inconvenient of places, in the middle of Bum the Fuck Egypt, New York. Rich had been driving, Jay asleep in the front passenger side, while Willie had been in the back seat, feet up and reclined, on the bench, sucking the life out of the vehicle's battery beating the same level in Angry Birds he had beaten a million times before in the last three years. Obviously the phone hadn't any service any longer, no one called, no one texted, but the playlist and games on the frequently dead cell phone were invaluable to him.
"Will..." Rich spoke, staring ahead toward the dimming headlights in the darkness. Willie didn't answer, still focused on the game. "WILL." Rich spoke a bit louder, still no answer. "WILL!!" This time Rich didn't take anything to chance and a hand reached back and smacked the man-child in the back seat.
"What, man? What?" Willie seemed annoyed to be disturbed from his game, however catching the lack of brightness of the lights ahead of them. He slid his feet around, placing them on the floorboards, standing up, and staring ahead of them. "Well son of a bitch..." Willie kicked the back of the seat, waking Jay up with a startle. "Hey shithead, did you remember to put gas in this beast before we left Ohio?" Jay blinked a couple of times, seeming to try to get a bead on what the hell was going on.
"Fuuuuuuck..." The voice from the passenger seat groaned. "Man, I knew I forgot some shit like that. We lit the fuck out of there so fast though, man..." It was true, Willie tended to either piss people or the Wasted off wherever he went, it was a wonder the other two hadn't left him behind yet, however as many times as the young man tended to get the three of them into trouble, somehow he had also gotten them out of it.
"Well, that settles it then..." Willie started, sliding the phone into his back pocket, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light of the dying headlights. "...piss break, then we're hoofing it, boys." Willie jumped out of the Jeep, the modified guitar strapped to his torso, as it always was. The other two men also deciding to jump out of the Jeep, however staying much closer to the vehicle than Willie seemed to care to.
Willie had always been the one going off on his own, the loner, the brave one, the leader, the creative mind, the man with a plan...to be honest, it was just that Willie hadn't given a shit less before the outbreak hit nor after. Of course he cared about his brothers in their little band of misfits, but the rest of the world could burn in hell for all he cared. The apocalypse suited him just fine so far, he never had cared about the fans and without the need for money in this new world, he had no use for adoration or an audience any longer either.
The moon was enough light for Willie to make his way quite a distance from where he'd been, listening around him for any sounds of footfalls or rustling in the grass, before unzipping to relieve himself of the half a gallon of water he'd consumed during the long ride.
After he'd finished his business, Willie turned and began the walk back toward where the lights of the Jeep still barely shined in the darkness, beginning to zip and button the worn and faded denim jeans as he walked. However, his attention was caught after a short moment, by the crunch of foliage, and the too familiar quiet growl of the undead. A wide and almost insidious grin grew over Willie's face, as he slowly turned toward the sound. He could tell the difference between them now, having studied the sounds of the vocal cords as their growling reverberated in their decaying throats. He mind combed through the sound profiles that he'd filed away in his head. The mere sound of the growl told him several things about the creature, the way it moved toward him told him others. He could tell it was mostly in one piece, by the way it barely made a sound as it moved over the grass. It was alone, as far as he could tell. Feminine voice pattern, not long undead by the sound of mere faint elasticity of the lifeless resonance that it's throat uttered in it's grotesque call. It was a the sort of call that Willie listened for frequently, but rarely was able to find in such a world as they lived in these days. These days, one had to make do with what one could get.
"Come here, doll..." Willie whispered, one hand sliding the Frankenstein of a guitar that he carried around his body, to where it sat in a more normal positioning for such an instrument. Willie poised himself as if he were hunting the creature and not the other way around and it didn't take them long to find each other. The female Wasted was smaller than he was, but seemed fairly similar in age, if not possibly slightly older, it was often hard to tell because of the expression of death shadowing their features. Willie was careful with his attack on the being in front of him, having done the same act quite a few times before, knowing exactly how to make the most of such an occasion. With one swift thrust of the base of the guitar, he hit the soulless woman hard enough in the side of her head to knock her spinal column lose, but not to kill her. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it is you, Liz." He called them all Liz, after his most recent ex, before the world fell to shit. Reaching forward, Willie grabbed the thing's hair, thankful it didn't fall out as he did so, as it would have been a bit more difficult if it had. He'd certainly been there before, almost bitten by a damn Liz. He used quite a bit of strength, to force the dead girl's head around, without severing the delicate nerves that connected the brain to the rest of the female's body, before nudging the creature to the ground. "Oh yeah, not a bad catch, Willie boy." Willie knelt to the ground, pushing the creature's biting face into the dirt with one hand, and tugging on his still partially undone jeans with the other hand, letting them fall around his knees. "Don't worry, babe. Being dead is excellent birth control."
After quite a bit, Willie came walking back to the Jeep, making sure he was zipped and buttoned, his guitar once more slung around behind him. Rich was back in the driver's seat waiting semi-impatiently, Jay was leaning against the side, arms crossed over his chest, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"That was quite the piss." Jay spoke through holding tight to the cigarette. The two were quite aware of Willie's 'quirks' and though it wasn't often spoken between the three, the thought of doing what they knew their leader had just done, creeped the two other young men right the fuck out. Jay shifted forward, grabbing his own monstrosity of a modified bass guitar and his thickly stocked backpack from the seat behind him.
"It's been quite the drive." Willie retorted, knowing exactly what his band-mate meant by that. Rich just grumbled a few inaudible things, grabbing his own bag, and beginning to slowly walk forward on the road, Jay following close behind, while Willie quickly took his own bag from the back seat and caught up with them, walking a few steps behind. He lit a cigarette of his own, seeming to have a complete lack of remorse for his previous actions, if not having almost completely forgotten about it already. However his brothers knew and kept their eyes on the road ahead, having seen the remains of Willie's extracurricular activities on previous occasions and had no want or need to relive viewing such atrocities.
"So where did they say this place was at back in Ohio?" Willie spoke up, breathing out a breath of smoke. It wasn't long before they passed the motionless mound of a corpse that Willie had left behind, the man himself not even glancing toward it, the other two averting their eyes intentionally. The body had been left behind, put out of its misery by a single stab wound to the back of the skull, now in the front of its body, however, seeming out of mere routine Willie always ripped their heart from their body. Whether it was out of pure rage or pain or simply a complete numbness in his soul, Willie left his grotesque and undeniable calling card. "Well guys..." Willie spoke almost with a playfulness to his tone, throwing his arms around his long time best friends, now on either side of him. "...where's our next stop?"
"Will..." Rich spoke, staring ahead toward the dimming headlights in the darkness. Willie didn't answer, still focused on the game. "WILL." Rich spoke a bit louder, still no answer. "WILL!!" This time Rich didn't take anything to chance and a hand reached back and smacked the man-child in the back seat.
"What, man? What?" Willie seemed annoyed to be disturbed from his game, however catching the lack of brightness of the lights ahead of them. He slid his feet around, placing them on the floorboards, standing up, and staring ahead of them. "Well son of a bitch..." Willie kicked the back of the seat, waking Jay up with a startle. "Hey shithead, did you remember to put gas in this beast before we left Ohio?" Jay blinked a couple of times, seeming to try to get a bead on what the hell was going on.
"Fuuuuuuck..." The voice from the passenger seat groaned. "Man, I knew I forgot some shit like that. We lit the fuck out of there so fast though, man..." It was true, Willie tended to either piss people or the Wasted off wherever he went, it was a wonder the other two hadn't left him behind yet, however as many times as the young man tended to get the three of them into trouble, somehow he had also gotten them out of it.
"Well, that settles it then..." Willie started, sliding the phone into his back pocket, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light of the dying headlights. "...piss break, then we're hoofing it, boys." Willie jumped out of the Jeep, the modified guitar strapped to his torso, as it always was. The other two men also deciding to jump out of the Jeep, however staying much closer to the vehicle than Willie seemed to care to.
Willie had always been the one going off on his own, the loner, the brave one, the leader, the creative mind, the man with a plan...to be honest, it was just that Willie hadn't given a shit less before the outbreak hit nor after. Of course he cared about his brothers in their little band of misfits, but the rest of the world could burn in hell for all he cared. The apocalypse suited him just fine so far, he never had cared about the fans and without the need for money in this new world, he had no use for adoration or an audience any longer either.
The moon was enough light for Willie to make his way quite a distance from where he'd been, listening around him for any sounds of footfalls or rustling in the grass, before unzipping to relieve himself of the half a gallon of water he'd consumed during the long ride.
After he'd finished his business, Willie turned and began the walk back toward where the lights of the Jeep still barely shined in the darkness, beginning to zip and button the worn and faded denim jeans as he walked. However, his attention was caught after a short moment, by the crunch of foliage, and the too familiar quiet growl of the undead. A wide and almost insidious grin grew over Willie's face, as he slowly turned toward the sound. He could tell the difference between them now, having studied the sounds of the vocal cords as their growling reverberated in their decaying throats. He mind combed through the sound profiles that he'd filed away in his head. The mere sound of the growl told him several things about the creature, the way it moved toward him told him others. He could tell it was mostly in one piece, by the way it barely made a sound as it moved over the grass. It was alone, as far as he could tell. Feminine voice pattern, not long undead by the sound of mere faint elasticity of the lifeless resonance that it's throat uttered in it's grotesque call. It was a the sort of call that Willie listened for frequently, but rarely was able to find in such a world as they lived in these days. These days, one had to make do with what one could get.
"Come here, doll..." Willie whispered, one hand sliding the Frankenstein of a guitar that he carried around his body, to where it sat in a more normal positioning for such an instrument. Willie poised himself as if he were hunting the creature and not the other way around and it didn't take them long to find each other. The female Wasted was smaller than he was, but seemed fairly similar in age, if not possibly slightly older, it was often hard to tell because of the expression of death shadowing their features. Willie was careful with his attack on the being in front of him, having done the same act quite a few times before, knowing exactly how to make the most of such an occasion. With one swift thrust of the base of the guitar, he hit the soulless woman hard enough in the side of her head to knock her spinal column lose, but not to kill her. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it is you, Liz." He called them all Liz, after his most recent ex, before the world fell to shit. Reaching forward, Willie grabbed the thing's hair, thankful it didn't fall out as he did so, as it would have been a bit more difficult if it had. He'd certainly been there before, almost bitten by a damn Liz. He used quite a bit of strength, to force the dead girl's head around, without severing the delicate nerves that connected the brain to the rest of the female's body, before nudging the creature to the ground. "Oh yeah, not a bad catch, Willie boy." Willie knelt to the ground, pushing the creature's biting face into the dirt with one hand, and tugging on his still partially undone jeans with the other hand, letting them fall around his knees. "Don't worry, babe. Being dead is excellent birth control."
After quite a bit, Willie came walking back to the Jeep, making sure he was zipped and buttoned, his guitar once more slung around behind him. Rich was back in the driver's seat waiting semi-impatiently, Jay was leaning against the side, arms crossed over his chest, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"That was quite the piss." Jay spoke through holding tight to the cigarette. The two were quite aware of Willie's 'quirks' and though it wasn't often spoken between the three, the thought of doing what they knew their leader had just done, creeped the two other young men right the fuck out. Jay shifted forward, grabbing his own monstrosity of a modified bass guitar and his thickly stocked backpack from the seat behind him.
"It's been quite the drive." Willie retorted, knowing exactly what his band-mate meant by that. Rich just grumbled a few inaudible things, grabbing his own bag, and beginning to slowly walk forward on the road, Jay following close behind, while Willie quickly took his own bag from the back seat and caught up with them, walking a few steps behind. He lit a cigarette of his own, seeming to have a complete lack of remorse for his previous actions, if not having almost completely forgotten about it already. However his brothers knew and kept their eyes on the road ahead, having seen the remains of Willie's extracurricular activities on previous occasions and had no want or need to relive viewing such atrocities.
"So where did they say this place was at back in Ohio?" Willie spoke up, breathing out a breath of smoke. It wasn't long before they passed the motionless mound of a corpse that Willie had left behind, the man himself not even glancing toward it, the other two averting their eyes intentionally. The body had been left behind, put out of its misery by a single stab wound to the back of the skull, now in the front of its body, however, seeming out of mere routine Willie always ripped their heart from their body. Whether it was out of pure rage or pain or simply a complete numbness in his soul, Willie left his grotesque and undeniable calling card. "Well guys..." Willie spoke almost with a playfulness to his tone, throwing his arms around his long time best friends, now on either side of him. "...where's our next stop?"