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George had stayed at Gripsholm castle for some time now, life certainly was strange here. He noticed many of the members at the castle were considerably too violent for their own good. BB, the man had George watching his own back since day one. He had killed a man right in front of him when he was first introduced, forcing George to stick the dead man. Adolphus, George saw he was a smart guy, but there was a strange atmosphere that followed him, giving off a slightly creepy vibe.
George was sat down in a room that he hadn't learned the use of yet, but it seemed like a lounging area. He had a cup of water in his hand, he took a large gulp of it while looking around him. This place certainly was big, enough room and more to fit in all of the gaurds. They were well equipped, maybe they were a militant group, that would explain the violence and guns. He imagined staying with this group was temporary, he'd leave when he had found Remy and the others. As he thought of the group, he also wondered if what Adolphus said was true, did they actually attack him? Harm him? George would learn the true story soon enough, but for now it was time to relax, spend his time wisely.
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2015 19:10:01 GMT -5 by Deleted
A lot of stuff had gone on in front of Carter. New arrivals, alliances, their forces would be strong in no time and they could finally attack Bear Lake. He hadn't absolutley HATED Bear Lake, but he noticed that not many saw he was actually there and actually noticed him. If there was another way out of it, he would've taken it, but it was too risky to join other groups, he had already join two so far, who knows how many others would kill him on sight.
He was making his way up the stairs with a tired look on his face, all this didn't really give him much of a rest. When he got to the top of the flight, he noticed someone was in a break room of some kind. He slowly turned the handle and opened it rapidly, he looked over and saw George sat by himself. He hadn't actually talked to George much, all he knew is that he was a newcomer to Gripsholm Castle. Carter looked over to the man with a greeting smile and slowly made his way over to him. "Hey there... George is it?" his hand moved out ahead of him, gesturing for a greeting handshake. "I'm Carter, I'm fairly new here, but I know a fair bit about this place". Carter pulled up a chair next to the man, hell, if it got him out of doing any sort of work, he was up for it.
As George was relaxing, someone interupted his quiet time. Great! Could he have any peace and quiet here? The man opened the door and greeted George. He hadn't met the man yet, but he looked rather young to him. George's hand raised and moved in a waving motion towards the man. His name was Carter, atleast that's what he told George. George shook the man's hand and introduced himself. "Hey Carter, yeah I'm George".
Carter had pulled up a chair next to George, it seemed like relaxing alone wasn't a choice anymore. He looked at Carter with a smile he managed to put on his face. "So... Carter... We're you always in this group? Is this how you survived?".
When George asked if he'd always been in the group, Carter was unsure if telling the truth was the right way to go. He didn't exactly know the man too well, maybe George was as much of a traitor as Carter was, he might just run back to the Bear Lake group and tell them he'd turned his back on them. Avoiding that part would be his intentions for now. "No, I haven't been in this group the whole time, if you want to know the whole story then... Jesus, where to start?" he said with a breath, trying to think back to when all of this started. It came to him, he remembered it all now. "I was in my car when it all started, I travelled from state to state, not caring or thinking about where I was actually heading". Carter's tone quietened, it wasn't as if everyone else needed to know, he doubted they even cared. "A bunch of walkers managed to get in front of my car, I tried to push through, but... more were drawn over, it wouldn't move". He began to feel the same feeling he had while in the car, just thinking about it gave him shiver. He was scared shitless in the car, stuck in a horde of walkers, nothing there to save him. "I pushed open the car door and used it as a shield. Then I got on top of the car and jumped over the small horde of walkers".
Most things after that were a blur, months and months of travelling, seeing nothing else, but rotten, dead beings. "A few months later, I came across a certain woman at a hospital in Miami. She brought me to her group, I survived with them, but after weeks with them, I realised that no one actually saw me, I could tell that they would rather save a walker over my ass if it was a choice. They didn't care about their own" Carter's feeling was starting to become anger, the members of Bear Lake weren't far way from Gripsholm, the attack was drawing nearer and nearer. Carter looked at George with reassuring smile. "What about you?".
Listening to Carter's story, he realised he had been through a lot since the outset. George's story couldn't even compare to that man, George's survival was rather basic. "Shit man, well, it all started out with me and my roommate, Vince. We had joined a group of raiders, I thought it was wrong what they did, kill people just to take all of their shit." George shook his head in disappointment of what the group did. "Anyways, eventually another group came to take revenge on us for taking what they had. A few of them killed our members, but we fought them off pretty easily. All of the noise attracted walkers though, so we suffered another attack over night, killing everyone, including Vince." George felt saddened as he remembered watching his best friend die infront of his very eyes. "Everyone except me".
Then he moved onto the next part of the story. "Then I met a group at a mansion, a man here, Adolphus, was actually also apart of that group, I never met him before though. Anyways I survived with them for months before... I somehow lost them. I was alone and found another guy near me, he shot me and left me to die, I thought I got bit, but I didn't... And here I am today".
As Carter saw George's story play itself out in his very eyes, the man want thought imaginable things. Loosing your best friend and having to watch him die? Carter wondered how the man was still sane after seeing that. Carter couldn't ever experience that, he never had a friend, not in his entire life. Even in the post-apocalypse, no one was really his friend, not until a couple of days ago, when he met everyone here for what they truly were. The good majority of those here were just normal humans, trying to survive the merciless world. But something made them drift from that path and they saw how things were meant to be. "I'm sorry to here about... Vince, I'm sure he was a great guy".
When Carter heard that George was also in the Bear Lake group, something strange happened to him. The man didn't mention being betrayed like others, but saying that he just lost the group. He would have stayed in that group if he hadn't have wondered off. Carter was experiences pure hatred, his fist clenched right there and then. It felt as though he wanted to kill George. "You were in the Bear Lake group?" he said with a beaming glare, he gritted his teeth in anger.
Carter pulled out a knife hidden down the back of his jeans and stood on his feet. George was probably confused, but it would all be over soon for him. Carter leaped onto the man, taking off the chair competely. He kneeled over the man and raised the knife in the air, ready to kill the man for his affiliations.
George nodded to Carter when he spoke about Vince being a great guy. "Yeah, he was one of the greatest people I've ever met" he said with a frown forming on his face. George wondered if he would still be where he was if Vince was still alive, would George still be alive? Would he still be with Remy's group? Questions that could never get an answer, if only he could find out. The conversation seemed to be dying, George would probably get up and leave soon. There had to be some work around here that he could do.
Carter had changed mid converstaion though, he was angrier. Was it something George said? Well, he hoped that he hadn't permanently damaged a possible friendship between the two, that would be a bummer. Now it was all about friends and people who could watch your back while you're not looking. Carter stood up and pulled out a knife from his jeans. The man had lept onto him, knocking him off the wooden chair. The knife was in his hand and about to meet George's face if he didn't do anything. George got a tight grip on the Carter's wrist, the one on the arm that was holding the knife. George's thumb squeezed into it, causing the man to drop it. George them pushed him off when he least expected and made an attempt to grab the knife. He managed to get it and he held it out in front of him, hoping it would intimidate Carter and keep him away.
The man was right there, he could see fear on his face. He loved the fact that George knew he was going to die and could nothing about it. Carter slowly brought the knife down near George's head. It was all going well, but the bastard gripped his wrist and pushed his thumb into it, causing Carter to drop it about a meter away or so. Carter was about to grab it again, but George pushed him off and to the floor. He looked up and saw that George had scurried to get the knife, and now currently threatened Carter with it.
Carter slowed down his movement to assure George he wasn't going to make any moves. Carter saw the table in the corner of his eyes, that would be his weapon of choice. Carter quickly rushed over to the table and pushed it into George, trapping him between it and the wall. "Honestly? Did you think it would be that easy?" Carter said with a sadistic smile growing on his face. Carter's hands reach over the table and wrapped around George's neck. He pushed squeezed as tight as he could and pushed him up against the wall. Carter would strangle him to death, then no one could even know he had done it.
His hopes had come true, Carter had backed off and looked as though he had calmed down. George still thought about what went through the man's head right there, why in the flying fuck did he do that? The question he asked about him being in the Bear Lake group, Bear Lake? Was that where they were? He didn't even know where that was, hopefully somewhere near. The group that had 'betrayed' Carter was probably Remy and the others, thats why he was so pissed off.
Carter suddenly pushed a nearby table into George, trapping him. The table pushed into his guy giving him some pains there, but what really hurt was soon to come. The crazy bastard wrapped his hands around George's neck and began to choke him, fucking tightly. George wiggled and pushed, but he couldn't do anything about it. The table was there already pushing him enough, but a fully grown man was there, choking the life out of him. He really had a lack of air now, he was gasping and grunting for any air, but it couldn't help him. George knew this was the moment he was going to die. No! He wouldn't give up, he'd fight for his worthless life.
George reached over the table and grabbed the back of the man's head. His four fingers were in a firm postition. He moved his thumb over to where the man's eye was and pushed into hus eye socket. He put as much strength and energy he had left into it. Blood began to pour and seep from his socket, it was actually working. He started to shout in pain, eventually loosening his grip. George didn't time to catch his breath, he got onto the table and tackle Carter to the floor. He got on top of him, now he had an advantage. George looked to his right to see Carter's knife was there in his reach. He quickly grabbed it and lifted above the man's head. George didn't want to have to kill him, but it seemed it would be the only way he would get out of the situation. He tightened his grip on the knife and slammed it down.
Carter saw in George's eyes that he was slowly slipping away, lucky him. Not only would killing George help Carter sleep at night, but it would aslo show the others he was tougher than they first thought. George's movement was respectable he wasn't giving up atleast, Carter would the same. But a strange, quicker movement came from him. George had reached across the table and began gouging Carter's eye out. The man shouted in pain, how could he not? He couldn't hold his grip for much longer and only moments later he had been tackled to the floor.
He he had lost eyesight in the eye George gouged at, which didn't help in a combat situation. Now George had the advantage as he was on top of the man. Carter tried to push him off, but he was either too heavy or too strong, hard to figure out. He saw George reach over to the knife and hold it over Carter's head. Carter tried to push, he wasn't sure if this was if, but he'd squeeze out a few words before it was over. "Fuck. You!".
The knife had some down into Carter's head. The blade went through one end and out of the other, it was all over, all because of his stupid decisions.
George thrusted the knife down into Carter's head, killing the man. The killing didn't bother him, he had done it before in the Royal Marines. What did bother him was what man he was killing, what was behind Carter, why did he turn out like this? He aslo thought about what the others would think of his death, would they even believe him if he told them he had attacked first. There was a lot of banging and loud noises from the room, so he imagined that others would arrive soon.
George got off of Carter's corpse and sat beside it. He was catching his breath after loosing so much air while being strangled. Aslo, not having a rest and getting straight into action didn't help. George looked at all of the blood around him and on him, that would be a hell of a mess to clean up. He then looked at the ground in front of him. "Fuck" he quietly whispered to himself.
BB was enjoying an apple and had just come back from overseeing the repairs on the helicopter when he heard a ruckus coming from the hallway he walked through. It sounded like a fight and those were always fun to watch or to participate in. Much to his surprise, he saw the new guy George and that rat Carter going at it.
BB followed the entire fight, standing in the doorway enjoying his apple. When George finally killed Carter, BB was both glad and impressed. Despite his obvious lack of morals, BB still valued loyalty, even if it was bought. Carter was able to betray the very people that carried him for weeks on end and cared for him, and stabbed them in the back the first chance he got. If BB had his way, Carter would've died as soon as he reported back from Bear Lake but Adolphus wouldn't allow it. It seemed likely to BB that Carter would betray them as fast as he betrayed the Bear Lake group.
When George was finished, the man stared at the mess he had made. Still standing in the doorway, BB took another bite from the juicy apple.
"Nicely done Georgie Boy!" BB said, still chewing on the apple. "Pushing his eye into its socket, the stab through the eye... That takes precision! I give it an 8.5! I'm sure you could've come up with a better catchphrase than 'fuck you' before stabbing someone in the eye. I would've said 'feast your eye on this'."
Swallowing the bite of apple, BB smiled sadistically as he walked over to Carter's body.
"Bet you didn't see that one coming huh? Ya fuckin' rat." BB said, spitting on Carter's body. He then realized the pun he had made.
"Hah! 'See it coming'!" BB laughed. "I kill myself!"
He then gave George a friendly tap on the shoulder. BB really liked people that also disliked the people he disliked. This called for a celebration and BB was feeling generous!
"Apple?" BB said as he offered his new friend what remained of the apple he was eating.
While resting and catching his breath sat next to Carter's body, BB had walked into the room. Apprently he had seen it all, a little help would've been nice, but George pulled through in the end. BB clearly showed some hatred towards the man, George didn't know why, it wasn't any of his business. Many people hear didn't like eachother, this little 'group' had a strange way of working. The man had offered him the rest of his apple to which George looked up and shook his head.
He had seen something going on here since day one. BB had killed someone as George first arrived, alliances were being made with strange looking men, George almost got cut the fuck up by Carter. These people cared little for eachother, it was obvious. George stood up and looked BB in the eyes with a questioning look. "What is this place?". He was referring to Gripsholm Castle, what did it hold? Why the fuck were the people here insane?
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"Alright, suit yourself." BB said as George refused his apple. And he was feeling so generous too!
It seemed George had become squeamish about what went on in Gripsholm Castle. The day he arrived he said 'he appreciated a fight' and said he was willing to do whatever it took to survive. It was as if only now he had realized he had gotten more than he bargained for, and regretted it. BB saw it in the man's eyes and by how he behaved; he wasn't used to this and probably regretted ever coming here.
The old man had created an illusion for himself that Gripsholm Castle was a place of civilization but people like BB knew it was far from it and the only thing that mattered was the survival of the fittest. And BB was one of the fittest in this place. Since day one he had embraced what the world had become and adapted to it and made sure he'd always come out on top no matter what. Combined with what was probably a mental disorder that had fully surfaced now; BB was one of the craziest and worst people in the world and had a reputation that spoke for itself. No one dared to fuck with him knowing they'd die in the most brutal way possible.
George asked what kind of place he was in, and BB being in a generous mood was happy to humor the man in his question. Despite being a sadistical bastard, BB still had a clear view on how the world worked nowadays and was willing to school George on it.
"Ever heard of the pirate colony Nassau in the 18th century?" BB asked. "This is just like it. Free men governing themselves without anyone telling us what's wrong and what's right. Just with y'know, more dead people walking around outside."
BB sat down on one of the couches and put his feet on the dead Carter.
"Long story short; you snooze, you lose." BB continued. "We're humanity at its true self and unlike some other assholes out there we're not being hypocrites about it, who are doing the same under the guise of 'civilization'."
BB took another bite from his apple. He had given up on humanity way before all this happened. He smirked at the thought of all the people who called him a pessimist when he brought up his views on human nature. Swallowing the piece of apple, he looked at George again.
"That clear enough for you?" BB asked. "Anything else I can help you with?"
BB explained everything clearly after George's question. George still stood beside the body of Carter, staring at his dead face and the large stab wound in his head. Jesus Christ, George remembered the brutalities of this world, they'd gotten even worse and more common. He turned around and sat back down on the chair he had sat on when he first entered the room. He listened to BB as he further explained the reasoning of Gripsholm Castle.
It seemed the place was a safe house for the ones who didn't like rules and policies. It was a place where free men roamed and had the ability to do whatever they pleased to anyone they wanted to. George thought about it, did he really want to be here? Was this the place for him? Of course, he kept telling himself no, but this place felt like the only settlement for miles and it wasn't as if he had the equipment to continue to travel.
When BB asked if he wanted to ask anything else, he shook his head slowly. "No, that's all I needed to know" he said with no expression on his face. George gave a nod to BB to say goodbye and left the room. It looked like he'd be here a while, it was time to get used to it.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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