Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2017 10:53:28 GMT -5
Surely if there was anyone the fool's were not worried about it was Collin. It was Collin who had quietly faded into the background here. It was Collin who had the most to offer on this supposed rescue. He worked for Omega. Him along with Jay knew this man better than anyone. Collin didn't offer up his immense knowledge. He was scared. He was scared about going against Omega's wishes even now. He still couldn't believe that he was free, but it scared him thinking about running headlong into a fight with the man.
The man was crazy. Collin quietly slipped away from the group. He didn't want any part of what was happening. He didn't want any part of the bloodshed that was sure to follow. Collin was more intent on finding his own way in this world. He was free from the grip of a madman and didn't want to be recaptured . When the club went on lockdown and began their mission, or suicide run as Collin saw it... Collin just left.
It wasn't long before he came to regret that choice. Collin was walking down the street sullenly. His eyes were cast at the ground and he was watching his feet as he moved. Omega wasn't going to recapture him. He would rather die than face that evil again. He was about to get his wish. Out of nowhere a walker lunged from the shadows of an alley. He was bit on the shoulder before he could even react to it. Collin screamed and out of instinct killed the thing by bashing it's head up against a brick wall.
Collin was breathing heavy. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He cried. This wasn't good. There was no way to fix a bite on the shoulder. No simple solution was going to save him. Collin was a deadman either way you sliced it. Collin looked at the corpse on the floor. He silently cursed it. Why now? Why allow him to escape only to die like this. He looked around and saw one of the pairs of people moving towards him in a car. He quickly grabbed the jacket off the walker. A dusty bloodstained jean jacket whose blood on it had long since dried. Collin pulled the jacket from it's body and threw it over his t-shirt to cover the bite. He didn't want the bullet in his head to end him. He needed time to figure out what he was going to do.
To his surprise the car never stopped for him. It kept going and someone leaned out the window to salute him sarcastically as they drove by. Collin was relieved... Sorta. He looked at the empty road ahead of him and realized that he was probably going to die. Only, he didn't want to die alone. He wanted to at least die around people. He was tired of being alone and he wanted at least that much. Slowly he started walking back to the club. He knew he was a ticking time bomb now, but at least he could treat his wounds in secret and enjoy what was probably going to be his last few days. He could tell the fools what he knew about Omega and maybe at least save a life or two. The whole situation was fucked.