Authors note: To my loyal fans please know im not deleting this story. But after a year ive become a better wrighter and ive noticed a lot of descrepancys in my storys so im doing a massive overhall of my stories, fixing errors and making them flow better. i hope you all will enjoy and welcome back to the apocalypse.
So after I took a break from writing I came back and read this chapter and realized there were a lot of errors so ill did a lot of editing so there is now more meat to the story. Hope you enjoy.
Hey all. Well as you can tell this isn't the sequel to birthday bash. That's on hold for a bit. Any who this is an idea I had a few months back and decided to put on paper hope you enjoy the apocalypse.
Buttercup's POV: I sat at the bar in this abandoned town I came across, shooting some of the whiskey I found behind the bar while I was looking for food, now normally I don't drink but being that it's my birthday AND the aniversery of the end of the world I think ive erned it. "It's not good to drink on an empty stomach, Buttercup" I think as I wipe my mouth. "Well happy birthday to me, I guess" I think again. I down the second shot coughing and I pour myself a third, as I bring the whiskey to my lips I hear a sound that interrupts my brooding.
I slowly pull my shotgun out of scabbard on my backpack and I check the chamber. "five shells" I rack the slide and thumb another shell in the chamber then I slide the bayonet on the end. I don't check the pistol The Professor gave me since I know I've only got two rounds left in that old high power. I sigh then shout out "If you lurkers want a fight, ill give you one". I hear the first lurker leap out of the bars back room, I turn and blast the creature square in what was it's head. I racked the slide and the second lurker grabbed her leg but only met the same fate as the first one. I racked the slide again as the third lurker enters the bar. I pulled the trigger and heard a faint "click" as the lurker charged. Instead of cycling out the bad shell I responded by ramming the bayonet into the lurkers head pinning it to the wall.
Im breathing hard as I try to pull the gunout of the wall but in my gustow I buried the blade to deep into the wall. As I try to pull it out another lurker comes from the east side and lunges for me while im distracted. Just before it bit me I felt a bullet wiz passed me striking the lurker in the head. I draw my pistol and point it at the person who fired the shot. He was about six foot, dressed in various miss matched cloths like me ecept for one of those stupid skull mask's paintballer's used to ware and he had a full duffle bag over his shoulder. "Woo that was close I thought you were…." He doesn't finish as I take a two-handed grip on the pistol. The guy responds sarcastically "Well, this escalated quickly". I say "Alright why don't you slowly lower that pack and drop the gun.
The guy shakes his head as he holsters his revolver and says "Look toots, I just did you a favor, now I understand you pointing that at me, considering you don't know who I am, but I don't appreciate being robbed at gun point after an honest weeks worth of scavenging" I stare at him for a minute then after I realize he could have just left me for dead I sigh and lower my pistol. "Look I'm sorry, I'm not gonna rob you ok I just amffdbddsb" I slur my last words. I'm light headed and my mouth fells like it's full of cotton balls. I try to talk again but all that comes out is a jumble of nonsense "man I knew that whiskey was a bad idea"
The room spins like a top and I feel myself start to fall. Instead of banging my head against the floor I feel myself fall into a warm embrace. I look up into the face of the skeleton mask guy. I see him push his mask back but my vision is blurry and I can't see. Then as I start to black out I hear him say "You haven't changed one bit Butterbabe". My last conscious thoughts are "oh no, anybody but him"
Butch's POV: "Aw man more fruit cocktail" I think as I find a can of the afore mentioned cocktail in a cabinet. "no not chili, or ravioli, but bloody fruit cocktail", look I know I should be grateful but I haven't eaten anything else for almost a week all, I'm saying is a little variety would be nice. I toss the can in my duffle bag and head for the door.
"Well that's all I'm gonna get out of here time to" I start to say when I hear some one scream "If you lurkers want a fight ill give you one". Now normally id ignore some idiot with a death wish, but that voice sounded very familiar, so I pull my revolver and out of habit I glance up before heading toward the shouting idiot.
After this virus started most of earths hero's went on the offensive taking the fight to the lurkers and keep people safe. They thought they were immune to the lurkers but what they didn't know was that HIM had, as a last gesture of evil before his death given the lurkers fangs coted in chemical-x making them able to bite and infect the hero's, turning them into super powered lurkers. These guys killed or turned there comrades and after they devowered the people they were protecting, they came after us. We put up a good fight but we were no match for them. Brick told me and Boomer to get to the safe house while he held the off. I told him that the Rowdyruff boys never back down from a fight and if we went down we'd go down together. Brick responded by doing something he never had done to me, he knocked me out.
When I came to Boomer had dragged me to a safe house under his orders. We both thought the lurkers had finished him off, but then a few months later me and Boomer heard over the radio that all of the super powered lurkers had been eleminated. When they rattled off a list of names identafaying the hero's Brick's name wasn't among them. After that I started to look up when ever I leave someplace. I know it's stupid but I always expect see him just hovering in front of me with that stupid smirk on his face telling me I look terrible.
As I make my way toward the shouting I see a dark haired figure drop two lurkers and pin a third to a wall I say to myself "man he's…". That's when I see a forth beast coming for the guy as he was trying to pull the gun out of the wall. In one swift motion I bring my mask down and raise my .45 Blackhawk and take carful aim. I squeeze the trigger and drop the lurker, Before the figure turns towards me I notice the curves and I think to myself "Butch my boy you just hit the jackpot" then she points her pistol at me. I start toward her and say " woo that was close I thought you were…". She takes her pistol in two hands and stop and say sarcastically "well, this escalated quickly". That's' when I notice that the woman I'm looking at is my old rival Buttercup (just my luck) who proceeds to tell me to drop my pack and my pistol.
Now I'm a reasonable guy…most of the time, and I let her point a pistol in my direction, after all these are dangerous times, but her trying to rob me took the cake. I shook my head and holstered my revolver and said "Look toots, I just did you a favor, now I understand you pointing that at me, considering you don't know who I am, but I don't appreciate being robbed at gun point after an honest weeks worth of scavenging"
She stands there a minute then sighs and lowers her pistol. "Look I'm sorry, I'm not gonna rob you ok I just amffdbddsb". She started to sway and I could tell she was going to fall, she tried to talk again and then she went. I darted forward and just managed to catch her before she banged her head on the ground. As she started to black out I push back the mask and say "You haven't changed one bit Butterbabe" her eyes get big and then she passes out.
"Man I knew I was a knock out but this is ridicules" I think as I pick up Buttercup and her gear. That's when I notice how light she is, I can even feel her ribs under her clothes. "So you were trying to get some food weren't you" I then notice the open bottle of whisky on the counter "tsk tsk, whiskey on an empty stomack is bad for you babe". I end up carrying her four blocks back to our safe house. I pull here up to the first floor by a rope then I carry her three more flights to the door of our place. I kick the door several times and Shout "Boomer open the door". That's when I hear the scuttling coming toward us. "I knew I heard something last night". I turn to see a huge lurker charge at us and all I can do is look into the eye's of my death…."
Oh no will butch and buttercup survive, so this is the start of a series of post apocalyptic adventures staring the greens, and there may even be a few old faces here and there so stay tuned. Anyway have a blessed day everyone and remember Jesus loves you.
