"Sit in the back". The blonde short haired man dressed in a black button down shirt, khaki work trousers, and black colored combat boots ordered Jane. His name was Erich, the leader of Wellington. He has bright blue eyes and a decent sized scar on his right cheek. In front of Jane was the back of a Deuce and a half military vehicle. She was standing in the middle of Wellington, or Erich's Wellington as her captors put it. She had a dirty rag shoved in her mouth so she couldn't scream; her hands were bound behind her back with a zip tie, though she wasn't harmed. The truck's engine then began to rev up; dark black smoke began to float into the air from the exhaust on the hood. The truck was painted in dark olive drab with a woodland camouflage scheme. Ever since her capture she had been incredibly defiant. She stood in front of the back of the deuce and a half, as a man in the front of the truck got into the passenger seat. She stood here for around five seconds before Erich got irritated.
"Ryan!" Erich called out and almost instantly a man approaches them. The man is very husky, around six foot, wearing a white long sleeve shirt with dried blood stains over it, worn out dark blue jeans, and dirt stained combat boots with some fabric coming off.
He stood at attention in front of Erich and Jane, with his AK-47 assault rifle slung behind his right shoulder. "Yes sir?" He asked.
"Blondie here doesn't like following simple orders". Erich told Ryan as if he was also giving him a set of unspoken instructions to act.
Ryan shook his head as Jane watched him, he approached her and struck her nose with his clenched fist, and she fell to the side, resting against the Deuce and a Half. He waited for her to obey, and she still remained defiant, standing against the Deuce and a Half. Erich turned away from the incident and began to walk across the street where a man was standing in front of a wooden two story building. Ryan struck her again in the nose, the same spot as before, and the sting from the hit made her finally want to do what they asked. She managed to climb aboard the Deuce and a Half and sit down in the middle of the hard seats. "Good girl". Ryan mumbled to himself as Jane stared at him. Ryan saw as Erich was now in conversation with the man in front of the wooden building, Erich then turned to him as Ryan held up his hand and gave him thumbs up. "All done boss". Erich nodded his head in agreement.
"Now if I were to die, you know the drill right?' Erich asked the man. The man was nearly bald, he had a military type buzz cut hair style. Covering his body was a black athletic jacket with a white strip going down the side, he had black work pants on, and a pair of dirty white sneakers that stood out from the rest of his outfit.
"Of course Erich, the will, I remember your instructions". He replied.
Erich smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm proud of you, today is a big day, and you will run Wellington on your own for a good while. I know you will live up to my expectations, Baron." Erich declared.
"You're taking some of our strongest men". Baron noticed as Ryan climbed onto the back of the truck and sat across from Jane.
"Jack, Ryan, Themba, the rest are expendable". Erich continued. "The scout said we're facing some dangerous people, a redneck, Timur, Buricko, Vitaly, and a baby too".
Baron had a surprised look on his face. "A baby?" He asked.
"Our ultimate goal is to get them all back here, but the baby is of highest importance, remember when I said we could rebuild from the ground up?". Erich paused. "First, we rebuild Wellington, then we branch out, things are looking bright for us".
Baron shook his head in agreement.
"Remember what I told you, when we come back have some soldiers in the buildings giving over watch. Make this place look friendly and alive, and most important, have the cells ready." Erich tried to put his thoughts back into the head of Baron, he then continued.
"Alex and his goons won't attack for a while, the winter is picking up fast, it's going to get cold as hell, and once winter is over we'll exterminate them". He quickly began to speak again. "When we come back, if all goes to plan, have my cell lay out sheet ready. I want that Becca girl and the young one to be in a cell together. I'm trying my best to make her want to be apart of this community, maybe gifting a friend will do it."
Baron didn't say anything and was silent as Erich began to walk back towards the deuce and a half, the ignition was on, and three other men were now sitting in the back of the truck with Ryan. Two of them were armed with rifles, and wearing raggedy clothes. One of them was a black man, wearing dark faded camouflaged pants, a white undershirt, a thick brown leather jacket, and covering his mouth was a solid black bandana.
Erich turned back to Baron and waved and turned to the truck. He approached the passenger door which was open, in the middle of the truck was a broad shouldered man with a long scruffy black beard and a black comb over haircut, in his lap was a silenced Browning Hi Power pistol. In the floorboard closet to the door leaning against the dash board was a hunting rifle, Erich climbed onto the truck and closed the door. The man driving put the truck in gear as they began to drive off. The snow was falling heavier than before and the temperature was getting colder. Erich looked to his right as they were driving down the main road of Wellington as a family of citizens was watching, the young child waved, Erich smiled and nodded back.
The intensity of the scene at Wellington had begun to die down. Arvo was consoling Timur whose rage was fueled by the sudden loss of his Russian friends. The last time he talked to his brother Buricko they said they were heading out for supplies. The group was inside the building, it was a tense atmosphere. Clementine was holding onto baby Lee Jr.,
Arvo and Timur were in the corner of the room by themselves, Lily was sitting next to Nate who was spitting some game to her, he returned after chasing away Eddie. Christa sat on the couch next to Clementine as Mike stood next to Luke who was guarding the door. No one was speaking a word as Clementine looked around at the faces of her comrades. As each half an hour passed it was getting colder and it looked like a snow storm could be inbound. Luke was sitting in the chair, leaning back against the door, his eyes shut, and about to fall asleep when he began to hear a noise in the distance. He quickly looked to the rest of the group who didn't seem to notice. It sounded a lot like a truck, maybe a pick up truck, but it was too loud for that. What was it? He asked himself, Mike then looked to him as the noise got louder.
"You hear that?" Kenny asked aloud.
Luke and Mike shook their head, Luke stood up, Arvo and Timur looked to each other. They began to mumble to each other in Russian. Clementine tightened her hold around the baby. "What is it?' She wanted to know, she then heard the sound of the truck, and it seemed to be getting closer.
Erich leaned forward and grabbed his hunting rifle by the middle of the gun and held onto it. Lying on the large floor of the truck was a sharp steel machete; some fresh blood was still on it. In the lap of the man next to Erich, was a severed head, sitting on a small towel on top of his knees. The head was sliced from the neck and sliced down the middle of the brain; it was a male with long dark hair, his eyes still opened. In the back of the truck was Jane, tied up sitting content as the truck began to come to a halt. Two men were sitting in the very back of the truck bed, they were both wearing worn out clothes and were armed. Ryan was checking her out and it made for an awkward situation. The black man was sitting next to her, with a bow and arrow resting against his legs; he had a good amount of steel tipped bows. The truck then came to a complete stop. The right passenger door opened, Erich dropped off from the truck as Jack began to scoot over and step out.
"Alright men, you know the plan". He said loudly but discreetly at the same time, down the road about twenty five or so yards were the house Clementine and the group was in. The black man grabbed his bow, and quickly jumped off the back of the truck. He then disappeared through the side streets; the two men then got off and took positions on the side of the road. Ryan stood up on the back of the truck and leaned his AK-47 rifle against the top of the truck; he bent over and was in position to fire. The driver opened his door, and then got on one knee and aimed his bolt action rifle towards the house. The man who was sitting in the middle left the machete and the head in the seat, and disappeared through the right of the streets. Eric began to walk forward, his rifle slung behind his back, he stood in the middle of the snow covered paved road and looked towards the house.
Suddenly the door opened, a man with a hat, beard, and a bandaged eye stood out of the door and made himself known, holding onto a rifle.
Erich waved with his right hand before speaking. "Hey we're friendly, tell Arvo to come on out".
Hey everyone! This is my new series and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It picks off from my last series which I decided to end and begin this one. Reviews appreciated!