Post by Freddy Kessler on Nov 29, 2016 12:10:54 GMT -5
"No.....please......I'll never touch her again.....i'm so...sorry!"
The words echoed through out the hallway as the beaten man was being forcefully drug throughout the halls of the hotel. His blood leaving a trail on the marble floor. His eye's almost swollen shut and his lip busted as well as a major disfigurement on his nose, it being a few inches from where it was supposed to be. Blood oozes out the corner of his mouth as he continued his journey down the hall. Finally coming to a stop as the grip on the back of his jacket collar was released and he fell on his face, looking up in the direction of snarling sounds on the window of the pool room. Roamers filled every inch. As if somebody placed them there.
He looked up at the man responsible for his beating, and began to plead. "Please.....I...I learned my lesson!" He said, trying to produce tears. When in reality, he hasn't learned a thing. He's just sorry he got caught by the wrong guy willing to do something about it. He used the door knob to get himself to his feet, but he didn't think about running due to the fact that a hot barrel was pointed straight at him. The same one that killed his partners in crime. "Please....you didn't kill me back there for a reason.....just tell me what you want. I'll do anything! Food? I got a whole truck full. Weapons? I can show you a cabin full of guns. Just please...please." He pleaded one last time.
However, his pleas for mercy were drowned out by the inner rage that filled Freddy Kessler. What the man has done can't be undone and will not go unpunished. "Mercy.....you want mercy yet you didn't show those girls any mercy when you killed their family in front of them and raped them......people like.....scum like you don't deserve mercy. You deserve a one way ticket to hell." He said with a cold, rough sounding tone before kneeing the man in the gut, holding him against the wall before quickly opening up the door and shoving him in. Holding the door knob still to prevent him from escaping.
A sound of a panicked knock can be heard as the man presses his face against the giant window, as all the roamers feast on his body. Tearing his flesh apart with their teeth and digging their hands into the open wounds. He screams a blood curdling scream as Freddy does nothing but stare the man in the eye. Not releasing eye contact for a second. He wanted the man to know before his final breath left him that he deserved this. The screams died down with that last image in his now dismantled head of a cold glare from the eyes of his punisher. He then, pulled out a notepad and pen, and crossed off a number before writing 252.
He meets up with the horrified victims in the lobby. Three very beat up, weak looking women. They've been through hell. Lived their nights in terror. Dreaming of a better tomorrow, but it never came. Not until now. They didn't know what to think. Freddy just sort of showed up and took out 10 armed men. By himself. They wasn't sure if they should be afraid or not. However, Freddy could care less what they thought of him. He walked up to the brunette, who seemed to be holding herself together the best out of the trio. He pulled out a loaded pistol and handed it to her. "Stay safe." And with that, he left, without question, and without looking back. He did all he could do for them. He gave them a chance. Couldn't hold their hands through the journey of recovery.
He places a hand over his eyes, shielding them momentarily from the sun's harmful rays. Giving everything a quick overview, he looks in a certain direction before propping the Sniper up on the ledge, taking a look into the scope. He was targeting a group of Slavers who've built a compound in the cities' Zoo. Humans being treated like animals. Women being raped. Torture. Suffering. All the elements you need to get on the hit list.
Freddy didn't have to watch over them for long to know who he needed to kill. Every man with a gun was eligible to die by his bullet. And today was the day it happened. He adjusted his sights, and squinted his eye, hovering over his first target, a man currently pushing a woman to the ground, yelling at her. *shot* He fell to the ground without the others noticing. *shot* Then another. *shot* And another. *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* One by one they began to die. Unaware of where the shooter is. They panic. But there was one that stood out. One man who shouted orders. That was the leader and that's who was responsible for it all. The others would die, but this man didn't deserve another second on earth. He aimed it directly at his forehead, staying steady as he shook his head. As his finger was on the trigger, he heard a noise behind him and immediately turned around, drawing his pistol.
The words echoed through out the hallway as the beaten man was being forcefully drug throughout the halls of the hotel. His blood leaving a trail on the marble floor. His eye's almost swollen shut and his lip busted as well as a major disfigurement on his nose, it being a few inches from where it was supposed to be. Blood oozes out the corner of his mouth as he continued his journey down the hall. Finally coming to a stop as the grip on the back of his jacket collar was released and he fell on his face, looking up in the direction of snarling sounds on the window of the pool room. Roamers filled every inch. As if somebody placed them there.
He looked up at the man responsible for his beating, and began to plead. "Please.....I...I learned my lesson!" He said, trying to produce tears. When in reality, he hasn't learned a thing. He's just sorry he got caught by the wrong guy willing to do something about it. He used the door knob to get himself to his feet, but he didn't think about running due to the fact that a hot barrel was pointed straight at him. The same one that killed his partners in crime. "Please....you didn't kill me back there for a reason.....just tell me what you want. I'll do anything! Food? I got a whole truck full. Weapons? I can show you a cabin full of guns. Just please...please." He pleaded one last time.
However, his pleas for mercy were drowned out by the inner rage that filled Freddy Kessler. What the man has done can't be undone and will not go unpunished. "Mercy.....you want mercy yet you didn't show those girls any mercy when you killed their family in front of them and raped them......people like.....scum like you don't deserve mercy. You deserve a one way ticket to hell." He said with a cold, rough sounding tone before kneeing the man in the gut, holding him against the wall before quickly opening up the door and shoving him in. Holding the door knob still to prevent him from escaping.
A sound of a panicked knock can be heard as the man presses his face against the giant window, as all the roamers feast on his body. Tearing his flesh apart with their teeth and digging their hands into the open wounds. He screams a blood curdling scream as Freddy does nothing but stare the man in the eye. Not releasing eye contact for a second. He wanted the man to know before his final breath left him that he deserved this. The screams died down with that last image in his now dismantled head of a cold glare from the eyes of his punisher. He then, pulled out a notepad and pen, and crossed off a number before writing 252.
He meets up with the horrified victims in the lobby. Three very beat up, weak looking women. They've been through hell. Lived their nights in terror. Dreaming of a better tomorrow, but it never came. Not until now. They didn't know what to think. Freddy just sort of showed up and took out 10 armed men. By himself. They wasn't sure if they should be afraid or not. However, Freddy could care less what they thought of him. He walked up to the brunette, who seemed to be holding herself together the best out of the trio. He pulled out a loaded pistol and handed it to her. "Stay safe." And with that, he left, without question, and without looking back. He did all he could do for them. He gave them a chance. Couldn't hold their hands through the journey of recovery.
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It's a new day and the sun has risen to it's peak and the snarls of walkers and songs from birds join forces to drown out the sound of silence. Freddy buckles his pants and puts on his shirt. The weapons come next, specifically a Sniper Rifle in which he adjusts the silencer for a bit before throwing it around his back. He closes the backdoor to his van before walking up two floors of the parking garage, stepping over to the edge. He places a hand over his eyes, shielding them momentarily from the sun's harmful rays. Giving everything a quick overview, he looks in a certain direction before propping the Sniper up on the ledge, taking a look into the scope. He was targeting a group of Slavers who've built a compound in the cities' Zoo. Humans being treated like animals. Women being raped. Torture. Suffering. All the elements you need to get on the hit list.
Freddy didn't have to watch over them for long to know who he needed to kill. Every man with a gun was eligible to die by his bullet. And today was the day it happened. He adjusted his sights, and squinted his eye, hovering over his first target, a man currently pushing a woman to the ground, yelling at her. *shot* He fell to the ground without the others noticing. *shot* Then another. *shot* And another. *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* One by one they began to die. Unaware of where the shooter is. They panic. But there was one that stood out. One man who shouted orders. That was the leader and that's who was responsible for it all. The others would die, but this man didn't deserve another second on earth. He aimed it directly at his forehead, staying steady as he shook his head. As his finger was on the trigger, he heard a noise behind him and immediately turned around, drawing his pistol.