2010

Seattle, Washington

Leschi Wright found himself in downtown Seattle. He absolutely hated the city but his brother lived out here. He was driving a 95' Impala, red down towards 3rd and pine. In reality, Leschi lived in Tacoma Washington. People in Seattle hated people from Tacoma and people from Tacoma hated people from Seattle. Seattle was like the older uppercrust brother who turned is nose up at everybody even though he used to be trailer trash from the Carolinas. Tacoma was like its drug addicted punk rock little brother. Tacoma was definitly rougher than Seattle but he loved it. It was home. Technically, to the Salish, so was Seattle but he hated Seattle. There was too many passive aggressive bitches there. He thought to himself that he wouldn't mind if World War Three were to break out, if a nuke was dropped on tis town.

The thing was, Tacoma was full of crime but they were actually poor. A lot of Seattle types were drug dealing and drug using and yet Seattle was a ric town. The only true poor were the homeless that hung out under the Alaskan Way Viaduct, and too many of them were Indians, thoug a lot were Alaskan dock workers who had caught a boat ride down here and had not had the money to go back home. Seattle looked down on larger, more exciting cities such as New York City, Los Angeles, Miami and Chicago, as if those cities were only ghettos while Seattle was so nice. The way they portrayed it on that shitty television show, Frasier. The truth was a lot of those fucking queers did act and talk that way, rich assholes with a hair up their balloon knot but that was up on 5th avenue where the yuppies and rich restaurants were.,

The ghetto pieces of shit from the Central District and South and West Seattle were down 3rd te middle of downtown slinging dope. There was a police station near a Macy';s and then these dumb asses wondered why the cops always arrested them. They were wannabe has beens that never were. Hating on other cities yet copying other cities.

And poorly at that.

Leschi got a look at himself in the mirror. None too shabby. He had black hair about four inches long. He stood at five feet ten inches and weighed 185 lbs of muscle. He was Native American, of the Puyallup, tribe, all though b those indigenous to Tacoma, they were a Salish tribe and this consisted of multiple tribes. All indigenous to Washington and Canada. He also was part Okanagan through his mother.

He drove up to see his brother getting into an argument with four African American men. His brother was his height and about two years younger but he had slightly longer hair. He wore baggy blue jeans, a long white t shirt and a beanie over his long hair tied back in a ponytail. He was slightly lighter skinned than Leschi too. They were slinging dope as the usual downtown street trash did.

Wannabes imitating gangs from out of state, making local regional gangs mimicking national gangs from Los Angeles and Chicago. He got out of the car as they shoved his brother. His brother threw a punch at a black man wearing a red Chicago Bulls hat. The other three rushed him tackling the Salish Indian to the ground. A couple of white people walked by not helping. Some took out their camera phones. Typical..He had learned they could never be relied on.

He rushed charging into one of the men knocking him off, He followed up punching another, a man in a white t shirt who had a gold hoop earring in his right ear and gold teeth in is mouth. He helped his brother up. The four got ready to rush the two of them. Leschi pulled out his Glock 19 aiming it and they backed up. "What's up now, Blood?!" He asked mocking their slang. "Hey cool it, man. I thought all you Indians were peaceful. Your boy here was slinging on our corner."

" And I thought you'd be packing. I highly doubt that. This is a hot spot. Only an idiot would even want this corner."

He noticed a Caucasian female recording and he came towards her saying, "What the fuck are you looking at?! Put the phone down!" She did in fear. "Hey man, you're making a big mistake. We got straps too. We'll be coming back on your ass. Seattle's big but it aint that big."

Leschi pointed his gun into the man's face. "Well I guess I better kill you right now then, huh?"

His brother, Derrick begged, "L, it's a crowd here don't do it, bro."

He pointed his weapon at the other two who had their phones on them telling them to give them up. They did and he stomped on both of them. The two headed out of there and got back to his car and took off. "Junior, what the fuck is your damage? You looking to go back to County? Or Walla Walla?"

"Hey bro I gotta get my paper, man."

"And that's another thing the way you talk and dress. Do you know how stupid you look? You're lucky I came by and they weren't ready to shoot your stupid ass."

"Bro you always say Seattleites are just bullshitting, dog. If that's true then they wouldn't have done anything."

"It only takes one. Even in a crowd of pussies. You're also lucky the cops weren't around."

"Yeah, they're busy with that Occupy shit, bro. They aint watching 3rd as closely as they used to before this jumped off. Besides you're the one that brought the gun. That's over there on Westlake."

"Yeah well, we're moving you back to Tacoma. Dad said you had a warrant out here in King County. We're taking you back home."

"Come on, bro, Tacoma stinks like hell. Didn't you hear about the couple from Seattle? They're kissing and what not getting all ot and heavy and she says to kiss her where it stinks so he drives her to Tacoma."

He was referring to the Aroma Of Tacoma, a bad smell that one would smell when driving into Tacoma from another city. It wasn't as bad once you got used to it but Seattleites never got used to it. The smell was due to the pollution from the factories in the area. Then again, Seattleites thought the countryside with less pollution than Seattle or Tacoma, even with all the rural counties combined, stunk. There was no pleasing them. "They probably will try and kill 're packing your bags and going back to Tacoma."

He began to drive around taking a right as they passed through Belltown, another shitty part of the town where heroin addicts and meth heads roamed. As they drove by, they noticed a large crowd marching up the street a block away. "Do these assholes really think they're going to change anything? They're just a bunch of college liberals who pretend to give a fuck about real people's problems, enit?" Leschi said. "They don't really all believe the same shit. Some of them are Marxists, some are Anarchists a few are democrats."

"Did you go to the march?"

"Yeah. They had someting called the peoples's mic. They'd even scream Mic Check. The others would yell it back and repeat it. Then everyone would be quiet and whoever wanted to talk would scream. They had tent cities and shit. Set up in front of the mall. Even had medicine tents and food tents. It was pretty cool but the pigs started cracking down on that."

"You're getting outta the drug game."

"Come on, Les, we can't all be hunters like dad, man. I mean yeah, deer meat is okay but I want to be able to go to Mickey D's and get a Big Mac."

"McDonalds is fucking disgusting and so are the people that eat there. They don't even use real meat. Give me deer meat any day. If I want a burger I hear you, but fuck McDonalds. Besides, if world war III ever breaks out and they fuck up all the major cities we're going to have to live off the land. Just like old times."

"Yeah but that was a pain in the ass, bro. You gotta kill the animal skin it, all that."

"You think doing time is easy? You liked that?"

"I didn't say that..."

"Anyway, so did you get into any violent clashes with the cops?"

"Oh get this, bro. Most of them are peaceful but a lot of these Anarchist dudes started chucking bricks and bottles at the cops. It was like South Africa in the 80's. Bricks and bottles against cops wit guns and riot gear. I'm not gonna lie some of these guys got the cops pretty good but they also got beat up pretty bad. Pepper spray, tazed, I saw a couple women get hog tied and dragged outta there. Cops were hitting guys with their bikes too."

"Fucking pigs. See that's what I mean. You know, I love Tacoma but I think if I don't go up to Vancouver I'm gonna move back to the rez. Maybe later in life anyway once I get sick of Tacoma."

"I'm already sick of Tac town. The streets are always all cracked up. At least Seattle has some nice areas. I don't have to worry about getting shot as much in Seattle. Remember what Hilltop was like? That wasn't cool, skin."

"You would think you'd be more into hunting. It involves using a gun. i know you don't like doing it the old fashioned way so why not a Rifle?"

"Yeah but you got a pistol! Is that registered? I doubt it!" The younger brother with the higher voice said, his voice getting defensive. "It isn't. I got one that is but if I have to use one to take somebody out in a situation where they wouldn't see it as self defense I'd rather it's with a gun that can't get traced back to me."

"Spoken like a true criminal,"

"Whatever, dumb ass. At least my reasoning is for self preservation. If you were to end up shooting somebody over the drug game it would be because they shorted you or over a street corner. Who hustles in downtown anyway? Yeah sure it might be potential clients everywhere but it's a lot more narcs down there. A lot more cops. They rounded up all those guys selling black tar just a block away from you. And that's what my pistol is for. Defense. The Rifle is for hunting."

They heard a few gunshots and they both looked back and they heard screams coming from the crowd. "Is that from the protest?" Asked Leschi. "Yeah it sounds like it. Look I got an ounce on me let's get outta here, bro. I don't want to get pulled over and arrested over something somebody else did."

They drove under the subway railroad as they headed south. "That was probably the cops who shot them. I wouldn't doubt it," Junior stated. "Yeah well after what went down...look...I'm sorry I pulled the gun out but they reminded me of the guys from Hilltop for a second. Only wearing red instead of blue. I just was looking out. Same as dad."

They were on their way to his house in Rainier Beach. "You don't ever want to get out of Seattle?" Asked Leschi. "No why would I? We got everything here,"

"Except decent weather," The older American Indian smirked. "Yeah but come on. Seattle Center is the place to be. Folk life too. Hemp fest down by the water that was some of the best times I ever had. I don't understand you, Les. You hate Washington state except Tacoma but you don't want to leave Tacoma but if you did you'd go to the rez outside of the city?"

"I don't know, Junior. Maybe I'll go north to Canada. Or south to California. Somewhere warmer. I just need a change of scenery and so do you. Only you need some discipline. Dad said you got corrupted by the city."

The younger brother rolled his eyes. "i'm so tired of you judging me. You, Rachel, and George. I get it. I'm the fuck up of the family but I don't need a baby sitter," He pulled the car over. "Then get out."

"You serious?"

"You vcan walk back home or back to the rally or wherever but you'll do it on foot. Maybe the cops get you maybe they don't. What's it gonna be?"

The younger man sighed. "Fine we'll go. But I fucking hate you, man."

Leschi grinned as they drove again. "Ya hey. I love you too knucklehead. Come on. Let's go get your stuff. Dad'll be happy to see ya."

4th Avenue 1:35 PM

An African American woman with caramel colored skin and curly hair was leaving from work. Her name was Jennifer Bryant. She worked at the YMCA and it was finally time to go home. She was twenty six years old and stood about five foot five. An African American male at the front desk waved to her. "Have a nice day, Jenny. I love your hair by the way you always usually got it tied back."

She smiled back stating, "Thanks, I just wanted to free it and let it breathe. Have a nice weekend, Gerard."

She went and unlocked the lock from her bike rack and got onto it. It was a red mountain bike. She lived in the Central District neighborhood of Seattle and luckily this wasn't too far from Downtown. A quick ride through Chinatown then Beacon Hill a ways and she would be home. As she rode down the street she spotted a man out in front of her and she skidded her bike to a stop. It wasn't in time however as she ran the guy over and was thrown from her bike. She got up having scraped her knee. "Ow..god...sir...I'm so sorry...are you okay? I didn't see you."

An Asian male looked at her. He looked sick his skin a lighter shade of brownish yellow, his hair messy. He was an older man. She saw blood on his right arm and was not sure if it was from her or not. "Sir...let me call you an ambulance..." He groaned and se got her cell phone out. The man started to come towards her and she backed up. He grabbed her and she cried out. "Let me go!" She kicked him in the groin and shoved him back. The man grunted and she told him, "Stay back! I don't want to hurt you!"

He lunged for her again but she shoved him back. She reached into her purse hitting him with it as she tried to come near again. She got her tazer out and zapped him with it. He cried out in agony but it didn't stop him. "What are you on?!" She cried as she hit him in the face. He tried to grab her blouse but she shoved him back and he stumbled over her bike. She grabbed her bike and hit him with it just to keep him down and she got onto it and started to peddle off down the street.

She rode until she was in Chinatown and she dialed 911. To her dismay she got no answer. The streets were busy as usual just like with any other day. She got a automated message saying they were recieving a high volume of calls. "What the hell..." She cursed. "What is this LA?"

She stopped into a Chinese resteraunt without even bothering to look at the name. The greeter, a middle aged Asian lady greeted her. "Hi just you for today?"

She told her, "Listen can you call 911? I was just grabbed by some pervert a block away from here. I think he was a dru addict."

The lady's eyes widened with concern as she noticed howvisibly shaken she was. A man came up questioning in Mandarin. She responded in the language and he told her, "You follow me."

He got her a coke. The woman went to call 911. "What did he look like?" Jennifer took a deep breathe. "He was Asian...about five seven...he wore a gray sweater and blue jeans..Seahawks hat...he had short hair...brown ..."

"Okay, relax," The manager told her, his thick accent somewhat coomforting. "Just stay here until police get here."

Just then, one of the waitresses, a young Asian girl, attractive with tan skin brown eyes,and dark brown hair standing at five six noticed her. "Jen? Is that you?"

Jennifer set her bag on the table and stood up to hug the woman. "Alex? I haven't seen you in ages!" The woman was named Alex Fong. They'd gone to Seattle Central Community College together. "Yeah I transferred to UW now," The Chinese American told her. "I wanted to go to Seattle University but dad insisted. Can I get you a menu?"

"No listen...I was just riding home cause some guy...I accidentally ran into him and he tried to grab me. I don't know if he wanted to like, rape me or not but it freaked me out. I...I used a tazer on him and he didn't go down. Something's wrong with him there was a look in his eyes like he wasn't all there."

"Oh God, are you okay?"

"I scraped my knee," She said rolling up her pant leg."

"Ah shit," Alex said. "Hang on. Follow me to the bathroom we're gonna clean that up. Where's your bike?"

Jennifer sniffed. "It's out front...I forgot to lock it up..i'm just freaked out..."

Alex chuckled saying, "It's downtown. Nobody's ever tried to grab you before?" Jennifer shot her friend a look. "Relax. I'm just kidding!"

She rolled her eyes. "Not funny."

"Hold on, hon. I'll have Jason go get your bike. We'll keep it in the back. Do you need a ride back home?"

Jennifer shook her head. "Nah, I'll have my room mate come and get me."

She dialed her room mate. "Nicole? Can you come and get me?"

Meanwhile as Jason brought the bike in he went out back to go smoke. He lit up a Camel and started to take a puff when he noticed a man of middle age approaching him. He looked wounded. "Mr. Pham?" He called to the man. The man staggered towards him. "Are you all right?" The man gave no answer.

West Lake Mall

Thomas Finnegan was holding up a sign that read Jail the 1% on one side and No justice no peace On the other. There was all different kinds of revolutionary groups there. There was Marxists, Anarchists like himself, black power types affiliated with the original Black Panthers who to his surprise, they still existed, plus various Native American, Asian and Pacific Islander groups and a lot of gay pride groups. There were workers, unemployed, omeless and college students all standing together as one.

An American Indian woman of Tlinget descent was giving a speech about the murder of John T Williams which had just happened not too long ago. She was saying how the police treated Natives especially the homeless ones near Pike Place Market, a major tourist attraction in downtown by the waterfront. Next was a speaker of African American descent and he actually had a loudspeaker of his own. He was telling a story of how the cops had harassed him because he fit a description.

He noticed three of his friends talking. He didnt know they'd known each other.

The first was a Caucasian female with blonde hair standing at five foot four. Her name was Amanda Simmons. She had a mousy look to her and gray blue eyes. If she weighed even a hundred pounds he'd be shocked. She was a Leninist friend of his from High School. The second was an African American about five foot nine with very light skin and he had curly short hair and wore a gray hooded sweater, a Mariners cap, and blue stonewashed jeans. He was overweight by about a hundred pounds and wore glasses. He was named Michael Harrison. He was biracial so he had lighter colored hair a ligt brown almost blondish color. To some, despite the texture of his hair he had been mistaken as a darker skinned white Jewish guy.

The third was a fellow Anarchist like Thomas. A taller thing man with long shaggy red hair and freckles and he wore all black as he and Thomas were part of the Black Bloc in which all Anarchists dressed in black. They would dress up in all black and wear masks so as not to be distinguished by law enforcement. His name was Ian Richards.

The two were confronting Amanda about her sign which said in a nut shell that the police were cracking down on their protests arresting peaceful dissenters wile drug dealers were up on 3rd. Matthew was telling her that despite drugs not being bad, the guyys doing that were disenfranchised and were "Hood proliteriats" and by making a sign like hers she was alienating those who could be potential allies.

"Okay, look I get what you're saying, "Amanda began. "But it's better to have allies who have a good clean record because if the cops have a felony old over you it'd be easy to get them to roll over on you."

"Where I come from we don't talk to cops. Period," Replied the protestor with glasses. "Yeah," Ian said. "I mean we could go over there right now and try and recruit them cause they're only criminals cause they went outside the system and found their own way you know? And like, the pigs illegalized that because only they can deal drugs. That's how they see it."

Just then, there was a loud rukus and they spotted a couple of men being cuffed and hauled towards police vans. Michael grabbed his camcorder and started to record. "This is an illegal arrest!" Yelled Michael. "This is kidnapping! You do not have the right to take our comrade, sir!" Thomas and Ian now had their masks on. The cops had snatched up two Anarchists as well so the Anarchists started rushing forward as did some of the others. The police started sawinging night clubs at them.

One man was on the ground and they had busted his head open, a Marxist with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing white khaki pants and a gray t shirt, standing at six feet had been hit as he had tried to rush the cops. "Stop resisting!" They yelled as the maced him. He screamed in agony. Ian swung his own sign at the face of a police officer. The ctrrowd was running now as people started getting into it. Another man had been beaten down with the same severity of thje first man, this guy looked to be Greek American and he had dark hair brown eyes and a beard and his hair was slicked back. He wore brown shorts and a green sweater. He tackled them even as they hit him. He fell over, unconscious as his head was cracked open.

"Tis is police brutality!" Yelled Michael. Amanda was grabbed by the police as well and Tommy and Ian started swinging their signs like weapons at the officers. The cops were trying to recesitate the Greek American. "Ya'll killed him!" Shouted Michael. "This is going on youtube! We got you live now!"

For three minutes they fought and an officer hit Tommy in the face. The nineteen year old fell over and the cops tried to cuff him but Ian and three other Anarchists plus two other non masked protestors rushed the cops. "ACAB!" Yelled Ian as he hit one in the helmet with his sign. "All cops are bastards!" They sprayed mace and it got in Tommy's right eye. He screamed, "SHIT!"

They tried to run the other way as more officers in riot gear closed man started to gt up and the officers tried to h old him down. Michael ran in holding the camera over them as they continued to beat him. "The man's got a fractured skull! Leave him be!"

They turned on him ordering im to turn off the camera and got physical with him. Despite being watery in one eye, Tommy tackled the men who had done this as did Ian. None of them noticed the police brutality victim getting off the ground. Tommy and Ian hit the three officers with their signs but one cop, a large muscular black man with a shaved head standing at six foot four two forty looking more like a fullback than a cop, took it and he punched the 19 year old in the face.

Just then, Michael cried out as the man who had been beaten to death bit him on his right shoulder. "You fucking bitch! Get off! I was trying to help!" He punched him and the man staggered but he kept coming. One of the cops exchanging blows with Ian, a Caucasian female with blonde hair standing at five eight, had the advantage over Ian and she knocked im to the ground but she cried out when she was bitten on the right arm by the same man that had bitten Michael.

The guy came at him next and he swung his sign at him. He hit him in the face and the man growled. A gay pride member, a Caucasian male wearing blue jeans, with a shaved head and a striped red and white t shirt joined in the fight swinging a sign of his own trying to drop the guy. The man went for the cop again and the cop who had taken Tommy's sign had dropped it and drawn his gun. "Not one step closer!" He yelled. Tommy helpd Ian to is feet and went for Michael. "Mike, are you all right bro?" The twenty seven year old cried out, "It hurts like a bitch! What's wrong with that guy?!"

"I don't know, bro. Let';s get outta here while we can. I think we taught these pigs you can't fuck with us."

Tommy saw the tents being taken down and more who had been homeless being arrested too for "Loitering"

POW! POW!

The sound of gunshots left a ringing in Tommy's right ear as he saw the big cop had started firing on the man who had bitten Michael. He hit him twice in the chest.

The man in the striped shirt told Tommy and Ian, "Come on! I've got a car! Follow me!"

"We can't just leave Amanda!" Tommy protested. "If you want to help your friend stay out of jail yourself long enough to post bail later! You can't do that if you're in with her!" He saw more Anarchists rushed the police officers as they didn't realize the man they were trying to help had become hostile. The female officer fired a round into the stomach of a rioter with reddish brown hair, brown eyes, a brown beard a white t shirt and black jeans., He fell over clutching at his chest wound. "We can't take them. Let's just go...at least with Amanda going with them they won't shoot her."

"This is so fucked up!" Tommy cried. The man in the striped shirt told them, "You two got maced pretty good. I'm taking you back to my place. We can rinse your eyes out in my sink but until then here," He said passing them a water bottle to rinse out with. Tommy removed his mask and Ian said, "You're bleeding bro," He had blood down the side of his face.,

"So are you..." The guy had a busted lip and a bloody nose. The driver said, "I'm Liam Parker by the way,"

The three introduced themselves. "I can;t believe that asshole bit me," Michael grumbled. "I was trying to help."

"Maybe he's bi polar," Ian suggested. "They get crazy when they don't take their meds. Or maybe he's diabetic. They get crazy when they don't take their insulin."

"That dude was on something," Growled Michael. "High or not I'm gonna fuck him up too. It's bad enough the cops broke my glasses..." He looked down at the broken wire rim glasses with a frown.

"I'll clean that wound when we get to my place," Liam assured him.

Rainier Beach

1:48 PM

The two brothers were packing up bags and suitcases. Leschi had planned on making a call for a U Haul truck next. "Goddamn Seattle, man. I'm so tired of this place. You're lucky I came along when I did. This place needs a natural disaster to clean everybody up. Or a nuke. I don't care."

"Hey that aint right, Les!" His brother scolded. "I mean this is all our home terrirory, right? Even if you hate the city or te people or whatever before all this was built up it was ours."

"Yeah but its not now so I don't care if it burns to the ground."

"Yeah but come on, Tacoma would be fucked up too. Same with Seatac. We'd be goners."

"Yeah well if Mt Rainier erupts I won't have to worry about that anyway. By the way where's your gun? You'd think you'd have one given your line of work. I know you're no gang banger or even a wannabe like those guys out there but you still should have one just in case. That's probably the one thing you do I don't got a problem with."

"I had to get rid of it last week when my PO came by. Oh shit check this out!" He turned up the tv and they saw shooting live at the West Lake Mall. The cops were beating people and they were people getting shot. "Jesus, Der. It's a good thing I got you out when I did. They'd have probably shot your ass too."

They looked at the screen as they saw the chaos unfold. "Good thing we're getting outta here," Leschi said. "City's falling apart," Derrick said with a frown. "You should be careful what you wish for, bro. Just might get it."

Pike Place Market

1:50 PM

A couple walked through the busiest market in Seattle. They would soon stop for lunch at the Pike Place Bar & Grill. It was a lovely view. The man's name was Alan Masterson. He was a Caucasian male of about six five with jet black hair and blue eyes and a goatee. He wore a brown leather jacket and a black t shirt plus black jeans. He was 30 years old. With him was his girlfriend, Melony Winters. She had auburn hair and bright blue eyes and wore a black parka over a white blouse and blue jeans. She was twenty seven years old.

"Babe, we should go in and eat," She said with a smile. "We haven't even seen the space needle yet. I just love it out here. We should move here."

The two of them were from Idaho but were on vacation. "Yeah we will. Before we do though, I got something I wanted to ask you."

He got down on one knee. "Melony Jane Winters...will you do the honor of being my wife?" He revealed he had got her a gold engagement ring. "Oh Alan...yes! I will!"

The people around them observed this and clapped and he stood up putting the ring on her finger and the two kissed as she teared up.

That's it for this first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it's my first try at a walking dead story so go easy on me. These characters ar all my own I am writing one walking dead story set in Seattle and the Washington area initially though they may go down south eventually to California and really I plan on having what characters survive here meet Travis';s group from Fear The Walking Dead. In my NYC walking dead fanfic which should be up shortly, they'll likely encounter Rick's group eventually.

I also am accepting OC ideas too. I need stuff such as age, weight, height, eye color, hair, background, religion if any, male or female obviously, race, (And don't say Hispanic or Latino there is no race of that sort. They're either Caucasian, Sub Saharan African, East Asian, Amerindian or middle eastern which still falls under Caucasian but still that's more distinguishing as opposed to just white so if somebody is Mexican, Guatemalan, Dominican, Cuban then just say that if you don't want to say race, use etnicity and describe their skin tone and hair texture then. Most of "Latin" America are mestizos but there are also white people black people Asians, etc., So the term Hispanic and Latino serves no purpose description wise) also need to know skills, job occupation, sexual orientation, and any skills they have.

This story unlike the walking dead the one in Georgia is not going to be mainly just ex cops and ex soldiers surviving. I wanted more regular people. So if your idea of a character is a cop or a soldier they won't likely be as big of a character. There's still more characters to come too.

Also if I think your idea of an oc is stupid I may not say it unless you give me reason to but I still won't put a dumb idea for a character in. And if I did I'd kill them quickly. Especially a Gary or Mary Sue. Really you don't have to give a suggestion at all I'm just leaving it open for for the rant I've gotten dumb ideas from people.

In a way, Leschi and I have some similiar beliefs about the city of Seattle and all though he obviously knows he's not responsible he does hate the city so he almost feels guilt that he thought the people there should just die but then this is going on everywhere. Still what better way to express your hatred of a city than destroying it in a story? Anyway, as far as Tacoma with the north west there's not that many bad areas but for a NW city Tacoma is pretty rough they got gangs from California and Chicago same as Seattle but are far more likely to shoot you or shoot at you. My dad was shot at in the Hilltop neighborhood when he had gone outside to smoke when he was in rehab. In Seattle, they're more likely to talk shit and MAYBE jump you than actually shoot you. Tacoma is at least rough enough or was to have earned the nickname Tacompton. I also named Leschi after a leader in the Puget Sound War.

As for the OC's all of these are mine but Jennifer is based on somebody I actually knew. Same with Michael. And as far as the discussion about cracking down on drug dealers instead of them is a conversation that really happened during my time Some of the stuff at Occupy that I showed is stuff I encountered first hand. Except the whole shooting and biting thing. And ACAB is a real chant. The People's Mic is pretty much what Derrick Jr. described it as.

So just based on what characters you've seen so far aside from those who are obviously fucked such as Michael and that waiter Jason, who do you think will live and will die? As far as Alan and Melony, I wanted to show them having a happy pre zombie moment as they don't yet realize what is going on. Nobody does. So far they're just assuming they're on drugs as their flesh hasn't started to rot yet.

It'll obviously be a while before they cross over with the group in California or in my NYC story any meeting with Rick and Alexandria but still. They also said that Rick and Travis's group might meet up or something or overlap I'm not sure and IDK how that will work but I would like to see that.

As far as with my NYC Walking Dead story what I'm going to do with that is when the NYC survivors go down south they'll glo to Georgia and they will encounter that guy Randal's group and those people will be somewhat of an antagonist. Because in TWD before Shane kills Randal he tells Shane there's maybe 30 or so or it's speculated there's that much I can't remember but they're said to be marauding rapists so i think it makes sense to make them villains especially since after his death the Ricktatorship didn't really encounter them again so that just makes me wonder if they're out there. I suppose tat could also be either Negan's group or even the Governor but then I doubt it.

Another thing I'm gonna do is try and come up with a cause of the infection something walking dead really hasn't done. And maybe a cure too. So which character or characters did you like the most? I know it's only the first chapter and maybe too early to tell but if you don't know then just don't say anything but if you do know then feel free to say.

Well in any case, hope you enjoyed I accept constructive criticism no flamers. I'm not sure when I will update again i got a story with 6 chapters left I need to update. Once that is finished I'll be able to update more stuff that is new. Till next time.