Post by Jeffery Macklin on Sept 22, 2017 18:53:52 GMT -5
Night was setting upon the world. Jeffery was tired from the labors of the day. There was just so much that had to be done. It wasn't easy keeping a lawless world in check, but he did the best he could. He had several that he had to run down and had men already working on the task at hand. There was the thief who stole half their supplies in the dead of night. That was a mistake surely. There was also the woman who killed a few of Jeffery's men and made off with some guns. They had tracked her down to a school earlier in the day, but she was saved by some mysterious stranger. Jeffery had been hearing scattered reports about his men tracking the duo's whereabouts throughout the day.
Jeffery was walking over to his police truck. There was a swagger to his stride. A confident step of a man who knew the world bent to his will. Jeffery had a smile on his face, although it was a tired one as he approached a few of his men holding a man on the ground. Every step he took the gravel crunched beneath his feet. Jeffery stopped just short of the men pinning the frightened man on the ground. Placing his hands on his hips Jeffery sighed and rolled his eyes. "Pick him up." He said looking around to see nothing else of interest. There were a few walkers near by heading their way, but that was not a problem that needed his attention. Jeffery smirked as one of his men picked up a pole and thrust it through the face on an approaching biter.
His eyes rolled lazily to the man in front of him. The man was dirty and bloody. His hair stuck to his face sticky with the gore of those he fought off to breath a minute longer. There were smudges of grime caked over his bearded face. Jeffery looked over the man who looked tired and defeated. His clothes were ratty and barely holding on by stitches. Jeffery was dressed clean. He wore a long sleeve tan shirt. The word's "Omaha City Sheriff's Department" emblazoned on a patch on each arm. Jeffery placed his hands on his hips as he looked over the pitiful sight. This was one of the men who stole their supplies. Jeffery's gaze focused to the bite on the man's arm. The man was breathing heavy and looking at the floor. He refused to look Jeffery in the eye.
Jeffery didn't speak a word. He simply nodded towards the bite and grabbed a machete off one of his mens hip holsters. The men knew what he was meaning and drug the man over to a nearby car. The placed his arm across the hood. The man began to struggle. Fighting and kicking he demanded to be let go! Jeffery walked over calmly. As he approached a walker stumbled at Jeffery and he ended it's life with an efficient stab to the head with the machete. Jeffery crouched down as the body fell and started to undo the creature's belt.. He pulled it free from the loops on it's dirty pants and with one hand wrapped it around his hand as he walked towards the cowering stranger.
A good length of the belt hung free as he only wrapped it around his hand once. The tip of the belt drug along behind him in the dirt as he approached. Jeffery's calm expression never left his face. He placed the tip of the machete under the man's chin and guided his head upwards. He forced him to look him in the eye for the first time. The man was fire and rage. He glared at Jeffery angrily. "What gives you the right?!?" The man demanded. Jeffery stopped to consider this a second, but only a second. He chuckled slightly as the preposterous question. "It's the law son." Jeffery replied coldly. Without another word he swung the machete down on the man's arm that was extended over the hood of the car. He chopped his arm off with one hack, right above the forearm were the bite was.
Bloody screams filled the air. Jeffery flicked his wrist and slid the severed arm off the hood of the car. It slid down the hood leaving a trail of blood behind it and landing on the ground with a nasty plop. Jeffery threw the belt to one of his men. "Tie that off." He said with only mild interest. Jeffery waited for the man to apply the tourniquet. The man was in the floor now. He was staring at his now nub with blatant horror. He looked like he was going to go into shock. Jeffery crouched in front of him and slapped him in the face. "FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" The man stared at him, wide eyed and angry. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as he took sharp heavy breathes.
Jeffery smiled. "We're going to get those supplies you and your friends stole." There was a pack of cigarettes hanging out of the man's shirt pocket. Jeffery reached in playfully and plucked a single cigarette out that was hanging out slightly. He allowed the smile to wash his face as he treated the tiny interaction like a game. Like he was trying to pluck out the cigarette with all the delicacy of a surgeon. Trying not to nick an important artery in his finesse. Jeffery stuck the cigarette in his mouth and one of his men leaned down and lit the cigarette for him. Jeffery blew the smoke in the man's face and continued to smile. "Breaking and entering? Burglary?" Jeffery rubbed a light bruise on the corner of his jaw... "Assaulting a police officer? Lofty charges..... Tell me where your friends are. Cut a deal, maybe you'll get a lighter sentencing at the trial." The man looked at him confused. What the shit was this guy talking about? Trial?
Jeffery stared at him. The smile was gone. The cigarette dangled between his long fingers as his look suddenly shifted to something more terrifying. That cold stare sent shivers down the man's spine. "I...I..." He began. Jeffery cut him off. "I..I.. I don't want to hear SHIT!!!!!" He finished his sentence with a softer tone, something menacing, methodical and almost systematic. "All I want to know is..... where... I can find..... my shit." Jeffery said with soft and tender overtones. He glanced back at the man and smiled. Raising the cigarette back to his lips he took another puff.