Jennifer
"So you say that this man tried to bite you too?" The officer, a thin Caucasian in his late twenties, with blonde hair and brown eyes, was questioning her. "Yes...and he attacked the waiter. He fought him off and came inside...the man was acting relly weird...he growled at the door and then he just kind of went away...like something else caught his attention."
The Asian American's eyes flashed with anger as he looked down at his bloody wound. "That piece of shit...I'm gonna have to go get tested to make sure that guy didn't give me aids. If you want to know if I want to press charges the answer is hell yes. Put that junkie behind bars. Or in an insane asylum. But take his teeth out first,"
"All right sir, just calm down..."
Just then, the sound of gunshots sounded outside and he withdrew his weapon from his holster. "Stay inside," He warned. He went outside to see his partner, a brown haired blue eyed Caucasian female being bitten by a man. "That's him!" Cried Jennifer. The female officer pistol whipped him. "I'm warning you! Stay back!" She shouted as the man snarled with bloody teeth. The officer fired two shots into the man's chest. The thing grunted but was not slowed down. "What is this thing on speed?!" Cried the female officer as she too, backed up firing and hit him with three rounds in the heart. Jennifer's heart jumped with each gunshot. It was louder than they portrayed in the movies. Then again, maybe there was no real way to make it as loud in the movies as it was in real life.
She looked at the bloody gunshot wounds wondering how the man could keep coming. The male officer fired a shot into the man's neck. Alex freaked out too. "Dad! We need to lock the door!"
Jennifer grabbed a fork off the table. The officer fired hitting him in the forehead. The man went down. He turned to his female partner. "Connie, hang on!"
"This is Officer Roy Parsons. We have a 10-00! my partner's been bitten."
He kept pressure on the wound and Jennifer went outside. She tore off a piece of her shirt and put pressure on the wound. "What the hell was wrong with that guy? He didn't go down..." Asked Jennifer. "I don't know. You did the right thing by calling us..."
"I need to get tested..he might have had aids...what if it was a new strain...? Or drugs...?"
"Just stay calm...I'm pretty sure he didn't have aids. He was a bum...Just a crazy bum..."
She started to lose consciousness. "Hang on..." He told her. They waited until the police and paramedics arrived. They each gave a statement and the EMT bandaged up Jason's arm. He was visibally angry but he told them, "I'm not going to the hospital I gotta work tommorow."
Alex's father, Gen Fong, an Asian male standing at five eight with black hair and some wrinkles in his face wearing a black vest around a white dress shirt and black slacks told him, "Nǐ yǐjīng wánchéngle yītiān. Míngtiān xiūxí."
(You're done for the day. Take tommorow off too)
Jason protested, "Wǒ xūyào qián!"
(I need the money!)
Gen replied, "Wǒ huì fù nǐ liú zài jiālǐ, hǎo ma? Nǐ bèi yǎole gōngzuò. Nǐ yīnggāi xiūxí yīxià. Nǐ yǐjīng gōngzuòle 40 gè xiǎoshí běn zhōu."
(I'll pay you to stay home, all right? You got bitten on the job. You deserve a break. You already worked 40 hours this week.)
Alex's mother, Ju Fong, the one who had greeted Jennifer before, a woman of Han descent with neck length black hair in her mid forties and glasses with skin the color of bronze wearing a white button up blouse standing at five seven, warned Jason, "Quèbǎo bìng ràng zìjǐ cèshì jīntiān huò míngtiān. Jíshǐ tā méiyǒu àizī bìngdú, tā kěnéng yǒu bié de dōngxī."
(Be sure and get yourself tested either today or tomorrow. Even if he doesn't have HIV he might have had something else. )
Before long, the police and medics cleared out of there. Alex asked Jennifer, "Is your room mate coming?"
"I guess not. I'm gonna have to ring her neck when I get back there," She said jokingly. "Today was...Jesus...i don't ever want to go through that again."
"Me either. But you're not walking back home. I'll give you a ride."
Leschi
"You know you really don't even need half of this shit," The older Salish man told his brother. "I mean you got clothes and all of that. Basic essentials. Pretty much anything else we can replace."
"How the fuck am I supposed to pay for new furniture and what not?"
"It's this little thing you may not have heard of called a job, you fool. You're not selling dope anymore."
"I can't at least get rid of the rest of this shit so I can have some walking around money?"
"No! You know in the old days guys like you would have either been killed or driven out. Then again we didn't have crack cocaine back then."
"Yeah well this aint back in the day. I get it, Les. You're a hunter. But what are you gonna do when there aint anymore game to shoot? No more fuckin baby and mama deers to shoot?"
"You watch too much Bambi, dumb ass. I don't shoot baby deers or mother deers. I shoot the males. And besides you eat meat. The way I kill animals I hunt is a lot more humane than the factory farms. So unless you plan on going vegeterian, shut up. What are you going to do when the system collapses and there's no more super markets? No more gas stations to get beer and cigarettes at? What then? It'll be guys like me keeping us fed. I don't kill more than we need., Just like the old days."
"Yeah well you forget the thing about the old days. If you drive guys out of the village they'd go off and start their own renegade band do that doesn't work."
"We need to go, Derrick. Between your warrant and me pulling a gun on those buffalo soldiers and the peckerwood bystanders, I'd say we're both subject to arrest."
"You think we won't get arrested in Tacoma? It may not be King County jurisdiction but they do cooperate ya know."
"That's just it bro. We're gonna lay low until we can get a place to stay on the rez. Rez police don't have to play ball with King or Pierce County. Sovereign fucking land, baby. It may not be as glamorous as the city but let's face it. You weren't exactly staying in the Hilton. A man doesn't need all that other shit."
They went outside and saw a man of African American descent wearing a brown jacket and a dirty brown shirt and gray jeans. He stood about five foot seven and he looked to be in his late 40's. He was coming towards Leschi and Derrick. "What do you want?" Demanded Leschi. Derrick took a look at him. "Don't worry about him. He's a base head. He's gone. The man came towards them. "Hey, what are you doing? Leschi demanded. The man growled at him. He pulled out his gun aiming down at him. "That's close enough."
Leschi backed up. "I'm warning you. Stay back," The man let out a raspy snarling sound. The man grabbed him. "Hey you fucking tweaker get off me!" He punched him in the face. The man fell over. He got up lunging for his leg. He tried to bite him and he got his teeth all over the jeans but Derrick kicked him from behind.
"Did he bite you, bro?"
"I don't think he broke the skin..."
He lunged at him and Leschi kicked him in the face. "You're starting to piss me off. Back off!" He yelled. "Let's just go, bro. He's probably a minute from an OD."
The man growled again and Leschi gritted his teeth. "Asshole," He gave the man a kick in the face and he saw a few bloodied teeth come out. He got to the car and they began to drive out of there. "Fuck this. We're getting you outta here. We'll come back fotr the rest of your shit while you stay put," Leschi told him. He then asked, "Why do you want to be a gangster so badly, huh? Dealing dope and sagging your pants. You think that's what we do?"
Derrick rolled his eyes. "You think it's cool? You may not have noticed this when you look in the mirror but you aint black. No matter how much rap you listen to. Think it makes you one of the homies?"
"Hey, I'm in the game they're in the game it's a money thing it aint about color. What's any of this have to do with what happened at the apartments?" Leschi said, "Because your dumb ass got on a radar. The police radar, stupid. What do you have against working for a living? As for this money you're willing to get arrested for you know you can't take it with you when you die, right?"
"I aint dead, man. I'm alive and while I'm alive I need money. We can't all be hunters, dog.,"
"You know you were shown how to do it, remember? You just didn't pay attention. You're lazy. You expect help all the time and yet you think selling tar is gonna make you indendent What did you think would have happened if I didn't show up? Maybe you got your ass beat. Then maybe you get some friends. Then you either beat them up or maybe your friends thinks you should go further than that. Then you get 5th avenue white people calling the cops on you. You're an Indian. You're already suspect. They're just looking for an excuse and you give them one."
"Man, you're the one tat pulled the gun on motherfuckers," Derrick protested. "Yeah that was stupid of me. But stupidity must be contagious. I come to get you and what happens? I gotta stop you from getting the shit kicked out of you. Next time I should just let them do it too. Maybe then you'll get your head out of your ass."
"You act like you're so much better than me, Les. I remember school. You fought people too. Just as angry as me but I ytried to do something. I aint cut for regular work and as far as cutting fish up or skinning deer that looks too complicated. You think I want to eat bambi?"
"Why not? You eat cows. They got moms too. They're just as cute."
"Cows?"
Leschi chuckled. "When they're babies. Not so much as adults."
"Yeah that's the thing though, the farms stink."
"Nobody saying youy gotta live on a farm but you should at least know how to fend for yourself. You know that old saying give a man a fish he eats for a day teac a man to fish he eats for a lifetime? There's truth in that."
"Yeah but I don't like fish. I'm tired of salmon. Never liked tuna. Only thing I like is catfish. You can't catch them around here."
"That's not the point. The point is...nevermind. You're determined to not listen to me. Maybe you'll listen to dad. Sometimes I wonder how we're even brothers. I always gotta look after you."
They stopped to get gas. He gave Derrick money to go pump. "I should make you pay for it..."
As the younger man pumped the gas, a cop car pulled up to fill up. Leschi felt his heart start to race. He kept pumping the gas. He signalled fot Derrick to stay back. The officer, a Caucasian man in his early thirties with blonde hair and brown eyes greeted him. "How you doing?" Leschi nodded at him in an aloof manner. Derrick finished pumping the gas and put the gas nozzle back. Just then, the officer stated, "Hey come here! Let me see your ID!"
Leschi saw Derrick start the car and he started to get in the car but the cop pulled Leschi out throwing him against the gas tank. He pulled out his pistol aiming at Derrick. "Out of the car!" Leschi got up tackling the cop as the cop was about to fire at Derrick. The gun discharged as he hit the ground. Derrick sped off. "Hey that's my car asshole! You forgot me!"
The cop threw him to the ground and tried to go for his gun but Leschi kicked it away. The cop tackled him and the Salish man threw a right blow at the cops face. The officer grappled with him and they exchanged blows. The cop then grabbed his tazer and let him have it in the chest as he charged at him. He fell over his tackle weakened but he'd hit Leschi last minute. He fell over twitching. "You don't have jurisdiction! Fuck you!" Yelled Leschi. The cop snarled, "You're in my jurisdiction, punk."
He grabbed his pistol and aimed it Leschi. Several gas station patrons, people of every ethnicity from Japanese to Korean to Mexican and Samoan to white and black were recording it. "I saw it," Stated a Mexican American male of about five foot eight wearing a striped gray and red shirt. "He threw him first without warning."
The officer told him, "You move I'll blow you away. I'd be justified in it too. No court in the world would convict me."
He cuffed him. "All this for a drug charge..."
The paramedics came later to see if he was okay. He told them to fuck off. Soon he was on his way to jail.
They put him in a room and read him the verdict. He had illegally brandished a weapon at a woman downtown plus he was being charged with assault on an officer and resisting arrest not to mention interfering with an officer and aiding a fugitive. They'd asked him where the gun was and he told them he wouldn't be talking to anybody without a lawyer. He tried to call his dad but got an answering machine once his phone call was allowed.
They took him to County. He knew he was going away for a long time.
The time seemed to pass minutes faded into hours hours into days. He was in a cell and he was going through the motions. He found himself walking to his cell when an African American inmate approached him. The man had dreadlocks and a tattoo tear drop on his right cheek. "You Leschi Wright?"
"Who the fuck's asking?" The guy had about six inches on him. "Your brother's a bitch, homie. I see that motherfucker I'm stomping his ass out. I know he ripped me off before I went in here."
"And I care because? i'm not a drug dealer. He's the idiot of the family."
"He owe and he aint here so you owe."
Leschi beckoned at his crotch. "Yeah, i got a tip right here, open wide."
The black man swung on him hitting him in the face sending him back and he fell over. The man was strong and packed a hell of a punch. "Damn! Reggie just molly whopped that Injun!" Whistled a mulatto inmate with tattoos on his left and right arm. Leschi got up with an upper cut and sent the man staggering back. "i'm getting really tired of Derrick's problems being mine. Me, I'm a problem solver."
He kicked the man in the right knee cap and he swung hard hitting him in the throat. The man fell over and he hit him again. The other man who commented on the fight stepped in. "You want some too, fuck stick?!" He head butted him and the guy staggered back with a bloody nose. Several black inmates rushed him. There was only two or three Indian inmates plus one man who was part Salish part Mexican from Tacoma named Rudy Gomez. On his right arm was a tattoo that said East Side Locos. He hadn't seen him since middle school but he didn't know why he was locked up here instead of Pierce County. They stepped despite being outnumbered and both sides started throwing blows.
The guards came in breaking it up and grabbed Leschi hauling him off. He drove an elbow into the guard behind him a pink faced Caucasian male. "Get off me, pig!"
They beat and subdued him hitting him with clubs and then tossed him in solitary. "I'M GONNA KILL ALL OF YOU!" He yelled.
"You're only making this harder on yourself, pal."
They left him.
Tommy
The Anarchist arrived at the good samaritans apartment. They had to go up a flight of stairs. "You wanna tell me what the hell that was back there?" Asked Ian. "Shit if I know," Stated Tommy. Things are going crazy. I mean the pigs out there are always fucking with the homeless. Sometimes it's just guys that need mental help. They should be getting them the help they need not you know...locking them up."
"Yeah well they bit Michael. That was kind of a dick move."
They cleaned Michael's wound up and Liam bandaged it. "So what's your deal? You Anarchist, Leninist?" Asked Michael. "No," Stated Ian. They looked up at some of the flags on the wall. He had a rainbow flag which either meant he was gay por supported gay rights or both. He also had a Palestinian flag. "Not an Anarchist," Stated Ian. "Probably Marxist am I right?"
"Nope. Actually I'm a liberal. Registered democrat. But I take it you guys are Anarchists, right?"
"That';s right," Thomas said. "A liberal? Then what were you doing at the protest?"
"I was gonna say," Michael said. "Don't ya'll just want reform? Aint nothing revolutionary about that. Trying to fix a broken system within."
"Hey it's just like New York you got people who are tired of the 1%," Stated Liam. "Yeah but guys like you are for the 1% if you support the democratic party that's just as bad s supporting Republicans. There's nothing revolutionary about being a stateist."
"Eventually, if you gain any grounds you're going to have to come to an agreement. We agreed to keep these protests non violent. That's what it was agreed upon on Wall Street too."
"We never agreed to that," Tommy stated. "That was what you guys decided for yourselves. You don't get to make group choices regarding what we do. If we so happen to all agree at once, then awesome but we're about the individual over the group."
"When you put it like that, where's the difference between you and say, a libertarian? Or any capitalist for that matter? It sounds to me like Anarchism and democracy are opposed to each other."
"We don't call it democracy we call it assembly. And we believe the larger group's rights can be respected but it has to start with the individual. And we do not have anything in common with those Liberterian douches. Aside froim the fact that we're under represented," Said Ian with a smirk. "Those douchebags support free markets, private property and capitalism. No Anarchist would."
"I don't see it that way," Liam said. "How do you see it?" Asked Tommy.
"A Socialist is just an extreme Democrat, a a Fascist is an extreme Republican and an Anarchist is just an extreme liberterian.
"A socialist is an extreme democrat a Fascist is an extreme Republican and an Anarchist is an extreme liberterian. It's like sex versus a rapist."
Since Michael was an outspoken Marxist which was considered socialist he demanded, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that it's in the same place but one uses violence to get what they want."
"That's it, come on, we're outta here," Michaael said. Liam protested, "You need to get that wound looked at and in case the cops are out there looking for you I don't think you should go."
"Who gives a damn what you think?" Thomas snarled. "You're a Stateist. You think anything outside the mainstream norm is comparable to a rapist? What kind of bullshit is that? If anything the state is more guilty of that than any of us. With the exception of Fascism but fascism is parallel to the state."
"For guys that want to overthrow fascism, you sure don't do well with other opinions besides your own," Liam said. "Besides, you know hard it is to say a Marxist or an Anarchist seriously when after a protest they go eat at McDonalds? I mean talk about greed and capitalism!"
"We still have to eat," Thomas said. "I appreciate your hospitality but we're going to go."
"Not until I at least clean your wound," Came a voice from the hallway. He was an overweight Caucasian male with red hair wearing a Cougars sweater. He had a medical kit. "That's my partner, Amos," Stated Liam. "He's a nurse."
Thomas thought to himself, How are you gonna be a nurse when you're that fat? That's like being a doctor and smoking. He knew that was a thing too but he still didn't understand it. Michael told him, "Nah Liam already did that," The man tossed him a bottle of pills. "What's this?"
"Vicodin."
"Man, I can't be holding this stuff."
"Just take some for the pain. And take it home keep it in your house you'll be fine."
"Yeah but I'm already on parole still. They piss test me even though I went inside mostly for protests. I don't have prescriptions for this."
"It'll stay in your system for seventy two hours usually," Stated Amos. "You are a big guy like me though so sometimes it can stay in your body as long as five days. So if you don't want to risk it then you can always try and be a macho man and take the pain until your next visit then take some then," He touched his head saying, "You're burning up, too. You may want to pay a visit to the hospital anyway."
Ian turned to his comrade. "You should be fine, dude. You just did saw him yesterday so you got six days."
"Yeah if the pigs don't scoop my ass up in the next six days I should be gold."
"Look, I'll hold onto them," Stated Thomas. "I'm not on parole."
He handed him the pills. They thanked them for their hospitality. They headed down the stairs but Michael fell over taking a spill down the stairs. "Shit!" Thomas cried and he and Ian fell down as he pulled him down with him. "Fuck! My ankle! You fat bastard!" Cried the red head. Michael was unconscious and Thomas rushed to his side as he hit his head pretty badly. Liam and Amos heard the commotion and came down too. Amos took his pulse. "All right now we have to take him to the hospital. He's alive but he hit his head pretty badly."
Thomas and Liam loaded the unconscious man to the car. "Shouldn't we just get an ambulance instead?" Asked Liam. "No," Stated Amos. "The paramedics might be able to do some things we can't for him but they'd just be going to where we are. It's a short drive to Harborview."
"What about my foot?" Complained Ian. "I don't want to go to the hospital."
Liam sighed, "We're gonna need to elevate it. It's gonna get swollen. You can stay at my place. For now. Just until it gets better. You'd better stay here anyway. Both of you."
"I'm going with you two," Thomas said. "Just let me get him upstairs."
Liam let him back in and they had him lay on the couch getting him a water to take one of the Vicodin. "All right. Wait here. We'll be back," Stated Thomas. "Don't you think you should stay too? Let them take him. It's their fault. He wouldn't have fallen down those stairs if it wasn't for them taking us here. Plus there's cops out there."
"Yeah I know but Michael is our brother in the struggle. We can't leave him in the hands of strangers. He'll need to see a friendly face when he comes to."
They got into the vehicle and began to drive. "So you guys were out protesting when all this happened, huh?" Asked Amos. "Yeah. Something like that. Nobody can see it now but the momentum's starting to die down. People may see us as assholes cause we don't go by the rules even in Occupy. Some Anarchists are anti violent but we're not. But we're trying to keep the fire inside people alive."
"I understand. Look, I'm not political myself but I respect the right to free speech and your right to protest it too. You know, when I was in college out here, I came here from Minnesota. I was doing sort of a student journalism deal and I was out at Evergreen. I tried to get an interview with some of you guys at some Anarchist hang out spot. They weren't willing to let me in. It was kind of a student film and I was trying my hand at that sorta thing. I thought maybe I could do that instead of nursing. Anyway, they didn't let me in, they wouldn't let anybody in, actually."
"Ian's from Olympia, too. They didn't let you in cause they don't want outsiders knowing too much. No matter how small our movement is, the feds still hate guys like us ever since 99'. Really all throughout history. Haymarket, Czolgosz. We're still public enemy number one. Even though we've only ever resisted against a state that's killed a lot more people than we have."
"Ah I see."
Just then, Mike sat up. Thomas thought he was unconscious but something looked off about his eyes. He sat forward and Thomas asked, "Hey are you okay, man?"
Just then, Michael sank his teeth into Amos's shoulder and Amos yelled, "Hey what the hell are you doing?!" Liam swerved the car in a panic trying to pull him off and was hitting the breaks and they were blind sided by a red GMC. The car flipped over and windows on the left side shattered. It rolled over onto its side and then upright due to its shifting and Thomas, bloody in the head weakly got out. His right arm was cut up with glass. He limped out. He weakly got the door open helping Liam out who's arm that was bitten had been torn up. He had a bad compound fracture and the skin was flayed away.
He looked to see Amos's neck had been broken. "What...what the hell is with your friend...where's Amos...?" Cried Liam weakly as Thomas ripped his sweater off trying to wrap his wound up. "Shit...just hang on..."
The man who had been driving the GMC was somewhat banged up too and he got out. He was a Samoan male of about five foot six, thin in size with light brown skin. With him, was a woman who was also Samoan and white with dark brown skin and wavy brown hair and she'd hit her head and cut it. A Chevrolet pulled up and a Chicano man with light brown skin and a goatee. He was about five foot eight and thin and wore a white t shirt. He took his own shirt off and started wrapping her face up and the driver of the GMC did the same and she sat down saying, "I'm okay...I really am..." She insisted but he had her sit down on the bumper. Several people were calling 911.
The Chevy driver ran up to help Liam too. Thomas tried to keep Liam calm. The bald man approached saying, "Just sit tight all right? I'm a paramedic help is on the way."
He went to get a medical kit from his car. The Samoan woman also came forward getting out some pads to use on Liam's arm. Thomas objected saying, "I don't know if that's a good idea..."
The medic said, "It is. Feminine protection pads and urinary incontinence pads are good. We gotta dress this and get him to the hospital or it could get infected."
Once the ambulance got there, they got him inside right away as well as Amos. He would stay just long enough to get the damn cuts taken care of but then he needed to get back to Ian. As he was in the ambulance he looked and saw that Amos was covered in a sheet but he saw Michael, mangled and bloody but still walking. He came towards a police officer who was trying to calm him down.
As the ambulance turned the corner, the sirens drowned out the sound of the officer's screams as the light skinned black male sunk his teeth into his throat. The mans partner fired four shots into his back.
Melony
They were riding in a taxi on the way to the space needle. She looked down at her ring with a smile on her face. They'd eaten at the bar and grill. She'd had the salmon and he's gotten a burger and they'd split the fries. "Babe, that place was amazing. How did you find it?"
"It was recommended by Doug. He;s going to be meeting us at the space needle. Show us around the town," The cab driver was an East African. He had dark black skin and big eyes his hair shaped almost like a fade but it was growing into more of an Afro. The traffic was bumper to bumper. "What's going on? Why are we moving so slow?" Asked Alan. "I can't control the speed," The man said, his thick Kenyan accent hard to understand. "I don't normally do this but is there a station you want to listen to? It might make it easier."
"I...don't know what the stations are up here. Melony...?"
"I don't mind," She said. "Any music is good."
Horns were honking all over the place. Inside of a Range Rover, a man of Salvadoran descent hollered at a driver of a red BMW. "Get your head out of your ass! It's green!" He yelled. "Fuck you, pal! I can't move an inch! Blame the jack asses that set up construction in the area!"
"There aren't any construction sites around here! The closest one is five blocks over!" Yelled a woman of Japanese American descent in a dark green Dodge. "I didn't realize the traffic up here was as bad as L.A."
"It's not usually," Said the cabbie. "i've worked there and New York. But every now and then, people seem to forget how to drive. There must be a game on."
Just then, they heard several gunshots and it made Melony jump and Alan held onto her. They saw an African American male officer and his partner, an Indonesian male with glasses, were firing on two men. They looked homeless. The first cop hit one of the men, a Caucasian in his late 50's with a graying beard wearing a dirty brown jacket, brown jeans and an ugly green sweater, three times in the chest and he kept coming. "Don't look..." Melony sobbed burying her head into Alan's chest. "Don't look, sweet heart," He told the cabbie, "Get us outta here! Step on it!"
"I can't break traffic laws!" Alan yelled, "They're too busy shooting to notice. There;s a hundred dollar tip for you if you do it!" The African reluctantly took them out of the area. The Indonesian officer managed to take out the other man firing six rounds into his chest and he fired into the temple hitting the drifter, a Caucasian in his late thirties who had a receding hairline. He went down.
"Arthur! Shoot for the head!" Hollered the younger cop.
Meanwhile, they were finally at Seattle Center. Alan shelled out the money. "Thanks...what the hell was that back there?"
"I don't know, sir. There's been reports on the news of cannibalism. Mad men going around biting people and there's been some people shooting. The average Seattleite doesn't have a gun so some have been killed. I don't know anything. It could be drugs, could be mad cow disease. That's why I don't eat beef."
"All right...listen...can we call you personally to come get us when we're done here?"
Melony wiped her tears away. "Can we just... go home?"
Alan told the cabbie, "Can you hang on for just a second?"
"You want to go home?"
"No...just...can't we go back to the motel and see the space needle tomorrow? i just...I didn't need to see that. Why did they have to shoot them? Those poor men...they should have been helping them taking them to a hospital or a shelter not murdering them... I'm so sorry, Alan I know we just got here..."
"It's no problem...don't worry about it," He said in a soothing voice. "We can always..."
"Alan? Melony!" A voice called. He looked to see a Caucasian male with blonde hair and blue eyes and a narrow frame waving them over. He had with him a woman with black hair in bangs with dark brown eyes and a Mediterranean tan. "Here...just get in the car, I'll go tell him what happened."
"No..." She said wiping her tears away. "I changed my mind. I...don't want to ruin this for you and he did promise to show us around."
"No, it's no problem, Mels, I can always ask him if we can tomorrow,"
She put on a smile and her sunglasses. "Hi, Doug!" She gave the blonde male a hug and he said, "Hey about time you guys got here!" He hugged her and then turned to Alan who shook his hand. "Hell with that, buddy, get the hell over here!" He asked them, "How've you been?"
Melony smiled showing the ring on her finger. Doug grinned. "No way!" He said, "We gotta celebrate. Oh shit, I forgot. This is my friend Isabella Martin,"
Isabella was from Spain and had a thick accent. "Nice to meet you," She said shaking their hands.
They went to go to the space needle paying their way in and soon were going up the elevator. Melony stumbled a bit. Doug caught her arm and asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah...I'm just...afraid of heights, remember?"
"But she wanted to see the space needle so she braved it," Said Alan with a smile. They'd already eaten but maybe after a tour they could eat again, and catch up. It had been years since they'd seen their college friend. She held Alan's hand and smiled. She wanted to put the shooting behind her and this was somewhat helping. "Oh my God, Alan...look at it all..." She said as they ascended up to 500 feet. She could see practically everything and they had gone up in 41 seconds at ten miles per hour. She could see the downtown Seattle skyline, the Olympic and Cascade mountains, Elliot Bay Mount Baker and the surrounding islands.
She felt queasy at ascending like that and she wasn't sure if it was the shooting or the quick ride to the top but they commenced the tour.
Jennifer
She was getting a ride home by Mr. Fong. "I really appreciate this. You didn't have to."
"Don't worry about it. After today, my conscious won't let me have you take a ride home by yourself. Something very wrong is happening here."
"Is that why you brought your shotgun? Or is it the trip to Cherry Street?"
The Chinese immigrant chuckled. "I've worked in Chicago before this on the South Side before I had a family. Far worse and I survived. Because of that shotgun. Seattle is a walk in the park. And both Seattle and Chicago is a walk in the park to the slums back home."
"What do you think is going on here?" Asked the ebony woman. "Why is everyone acting so crazy? First that guy who attacked me and then that shooting wit the police..."
"I don't know. I've seen plenty of people die. Both in Chicago and back home but I've never seen people get shot that many times and keep going. I've also never seen cannibalism."
"This is me..."
They pulled up. "You sure you don't want me to walk you inside?"
"No it's okay...I'm sure it's fine. Honestly, from the looks of things, you need to safeguard the restaurant more than you do here. I think you're right something is wrong but I hope it ends soon."
He let her out and he said, "Stay safe. If you run into any trouble, don't hesitate to come back. We have food and medicine."
"It'll be fine. Really, thanks," She said with a reassuring smile.
She went inside the apartment unlocking it. Just then, she heard screams inside. It was her mother. "Mom?!" She came in and saw her mother, a middle aged black woman with slightly lighter skin than hers, straight black hair, almond honey colored eyes, wearing a red sweater and blue jeans, struggling with Nicole. er name was Zoe Bryant.
Nicole wore a white sweater and blue jeans and was a darker skinned shade than both of them. She spotted dad as well and he tackled her. "Jen, she's gone crazy!" Her father, Willie Bryant, a taller and somewhat overweight African American with skin about Nicole's shade and graying hair wearing a blue demin jacket and gray jeans with paint all over them, pinned her room mate to the ground.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jennifer asked. "She went crazy!" Yelled the big man as he pinned her back down while the black woman growled under him. "She bit Alvin, the neighbor! We were here to see you!"
She looked and saw on the floor, the bleeding body of a Caucasian male in his mid thirties his lips had been torn up revealing more of the teeth and gum line that would otherwise have been covered by his lips. "Alvin...?!" She got next to him. "He's going into shock!" Zoe cried.
Jennifer knew CPR but there wasn't any real safe way to give it to him without risk of germs and bacteria. Normally, gloves were recommended as well as a face guard. He had stopped moving and stopped breathing. Nicole snarled at Willie trying to bite him but he kept her head pressed into the couch. "Willie, stop it you're going to kill her!" Cried Zoe. "Woman, there's a better chance of her killing me! She already killed that boy there. I aint letting her go. We need to tie her up. She's outta her rabid ass mind."
"Daddy, I saw this on the streets today. I was down in Chinatown and some man tried to grab me."
"Did he bite you?" He asked, concerned. "No. Five oh shot him but...I'm really scared we saw some cops get bitten..it's a mess. I heard sirens coming here the whole way back."
"Did you ride all the way here on your bike?!" He asked with alarm. "No, I got a ride," She then realized, Damn it! I left my bike in the car!
"From who?" Demanded Zoe. "It aint that boy, Jeremiah from 28th street is it? I told you that boy aint no good. He's on the road to nowhere."
"No, ma it aint Jeremiah. It was a college friend's dad. They..."
Just then, Alvin sat up. "Alvin, are you okay, buddy?" Asked Willie. Zoe went to tend to him and he lunged for her. In a panic, he got off of Nicole and tackled the man. "Get off her!" He screamed. Nicole got up from the couch lunging for Jennifer. Jennifer backed away into the kitchen and Nicole fell over but crawled towards her trying to get back up, snarling. "Stay back..." Jennifer kicked her as she went for her foot. She backed up towards the sink going into the drawer trying to find a knife, preferably the largest one. She couldn't find it and she panicked. "Shit!" She must have been doing the dishes...
Nicole got to her feet so she grabbed what felt like a fork just as Nicole grabbed her shoulders. She stabbed her in in the forehead and the woman gave out a growl and she stabbed her again and again. She pulled it out and stabbed again this time between her eyes. She did it again and again as Nicole fell over. Jennifer began crying as she did this. "I'm so sorry..." She thought, Why didn't you stop?
She looked to see her father and mother struggling with Alvin. "Stay away from his teeth! Whatever's going on, this is what causes it!"
Willie threw Alvin towards the sink and the man hit his head cracking it open. This does not kill him but blood did spray everywhere from both his head and the wound he'd already gotten from Nicole. He weakly got back up still snarling. Her father rammed into him like a football player. It tried to grab Jennifer but he put the man's hand down the garbage disposal. Zoe turned it on and it shredded the mans hand with blood spraying everywhere in dark red bursts. It lunged for him and he grabbed him putting his face towards the garbage disposal holding him down pushing the back of his head down with all his strength. Blood sprayed everywhere including into Willie's face and hair.
"You still got your little league bat, Jenny?" Asked Willie. "Yeah," She replied through her tears in a shaky breath as she held Nicole's head in her lap. She looked more peaceful now with the exception of the ghastly stab wounds. Her eyes were not shut per say but were almost.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered. Willie retrieved her wooden bat. Just then, there was a knock at the door and they heard screaming outside. An old African American woman was being eaten alive. She fell forward and the door fell open. "Oh God!" Zoe cried and Jennifer stood up in a panic as at least six people came in and the old woman fell over being devoured by two of them. Jennifer opened the dishwasher finding the sharpest and largest kitchen knife. She realized, as her heart beat that she must have left the door slightly ajar in a panic when she heard screaming.
Four more people came in. The first was an African American male in his late teens who was tall and wore a Garfield High sweater. The second was a black male in his late thirties, overweight, wearing a Seahawks jersey with blood caked around his lips. The third was a Caucasian male in his early 50's with a bite mark on his cheek and gray hair wearing a gray sweater and black track pants. The fourth was an African American woman with short hair in her early 20's light skinned in a pink blouse and black jeans. The sixth was a Mexican American male with light brown skin and no shirt at all but had black jeans. The seventh was a Brazilian woman with a green t shirt and black sweat pants. The eighth was an Asian American male, looking to be of Thai descent wearing a Subway hat. He was in his mid twenties.
The ninth was a Caucasian female with dark blonde hair and brown eyes wearing a teal blouse and blue shorts and the tenth was a Filipina woman of five three with neck length. They backed up and Willie started swinging at heads hitting the man in the Seahawks jersey first and next he hit the older guy connecting with the heads of both. Since the Garfield High teen came towards Zoe, she hit him in the face with the lamp. "We gotta get outta here! It's not safe!" Cried Zoe. "The guy who brought me back! He said we can come to his restaurant if we needed to!"
The Mexican American came towards Jennifer and she dodged his attempt to grab her and stabbed him in the face. With a snarl he went down and she stabbed him in the back of the head.
Willie swung the bat keeping as many of them back as possible. "Come on!"
They headed out into the hallway running as fast as they could. As they got to the stairwell, she saw Mr Fong's car was still outside and felt a rush of relief. She saw he was firing his shotgun at people trying to approach him. "MR. FONG!" She yelled.
Minutes Earlier
Gen Fong had been just about to leave when he realized that the young black girl had forgotten her bike. It was locked up in the trunk. He got a call on his cell from Ju. "Wǒ hěn kuài jiù huì huí jiā. Yǒu shé me wèntí ma?"
"Tā shì Houjin. Tā bùzài zhèlǐ, tā xiànzài yīnggāi zài zhèlǐ."
(It's Houjin. He isn't here and he was supposed to be here by now.)
"I'm sure he's fine. You know the saying boys will be boys. But i'll call him here in a second. Is everything else okay?"
"Ci is back. So is Dawei and Mei. They came over when we told them what happened."
"Just stay there and i'll be home soon. Twenty minutes, okay?"
He got out of the car as he got off the phone to have a smoke lighting a Camel when he noticed a few men dragging towards him. He blew smoke. "Can I help you?"
They gave no answer but pained groans. He went into the backseat of his car racking the Ithaca 37. "Stay back!" He warned. They kept coming. He fired hitting the first one in the face blowing the things skull in half. He fired at the second one backing up and he hit it in the stomach. The gunshot was ghastly and ripped open. It was just to test his theory and he frowned upon seeing this. He'd seen whatever these things were take bullets from cops but those had been handguns. But he could see now that it didn't seem to matter. He fired again taking out the skull of the second man. He fired a third shot and hit the next man blowing the man's face off while the skull was largely intact but the blast had penetrated its brain.
He saw more coming, drawn in by the shots. He fired at longer range hitting one in the chest aiming more for the head as it seemed to be the thing that took them down easiest. He hit it mostly in the chest and partly in the throat. "Tā mā de èmó. Nǐ xiǎng hé tā mā de ma?"
(Fucking demons. You want to fuck with me?)
He fired again this time getting it in the head. He saw another trip coming and he fired emptying it. "Shit!" He began reloading with a 7 round tubular magazine. A lot of the redneck gun owners in America thought it made them look like hot shit by loading each shell one at a time but Gen was more practical. He didn't have time to fuss with seven shells on the risk of dropping them. He reloaded and racked. Another got within twenty five yards and he fired at its knee caps and it fell to the ground. He ran over and stomped on its head. It let out a growling murmur and he brought all his weight down onto its skull.
He fired one more shot before getting back in. He thought he heard screaming and he saw shadows running out fast enough to be human as he was starting to drive.
Puyallup Reservation
Derrick pulled up in a panic. "The cops...they got Les..." His mother, Angelia Wright, was a light brown skinned woman with crescent moon shaped eyes the color of honey. She wore a black and white striped blouse and dark gray jeans. She hugged him. His dad, Joseph Wright, was a larger man with darker skin and slicked back hair, somewhat overweight but still strong standing six foot two. "Where's your brother? Why do you have his car and not him?" He demanded.
"I..."
Angela let go of him. "Son...?! Where is Leschi?"
"He...got arrested...I think..I don't know a cop stopped us at a gas station...I mean we stopped and a cop noticed me and Les fought him told me to run for it."
"So you left him there?!" Cried his mother in horror. His father hit him in the face with the heel of his hand. It was not hard enough to be a punch but his hands were like giant meat hooks and it left Derrick's ear ringing as he fell over. "You little shit! You left your own brother to get arrested while you came back?! You couldn't have called me to let me know ahead of time?!"
"How could you, Derrick?!" Demanded Angela. "I...I just panicked."
"Oh you just panicked? Imagine how me and your mother felt when we found out our idiot son has a warrant for his arrest? Again? You know the cops could shoot him without repercussions."
"We have to go after him," Declared Angela. "Agreed. And we're bringing Derrick with."
"What...but you said I got a warrant...I..."
"You should have thought of that before you got your non fuck up brother arrested."
"I didn't tell him to swing on a cop!" Joseph replied, "No but he probably wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for you. He risked getting shot for you and how do you repay him? By letting him go to jail in your place while you thought you'd come back and kick your feet up. Honestly, son, I know you're dealing but as stupid as you are I gotta wonder if you're using too. You're coming with. And if I have to trade your scrawny ass for Leschi then I will cause if one of you deserves to be inside and one deserves freedom I think we both know who is who. Jesus! I can't believe King County didn't call me when my son got arrested! I'm going to tear them a new asshole. As for you, young man this isn't over."
"Can't we just solve this when we get Leschi back?" Asked Angela. "You may not be able to get him out of jail and if you can't and they arrest Derrick we'll have two sons in jail."
Joseph checked the car and saw Leschi's hunting Rifle and Handgun. "These cocksuckers violated our sovereignty. Warrant or not, it wasn't their arrest to make! They should have called me."
Alex
Chinatown
10:42 PM
She looked to see Jason. He was in the shadows. "That was pretty scary, huh? What are you doing here? Dad told you to go home."
He gave no response. He kept dragging towards her. "Are you okay?" He didnt respond. She went back in through the kitchen door letting the screen slam shut. "Mom! Ci!" She cried out. She saw Jason coming and his eyes looked milky white. He'd still gotten in, it seems he'd made his way in with his arm in the door. She searched the room as he was fifteen feet away trying to look for the best thing to fend him off.
She found a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper. All though people often ordered soda from the fountain when they dined there, they sometimes ordered carry out and so when they wanted soda they'd get a 2 liter. She grabbed the bottle swinging it hitting him in the face. He fell over his lip busted open and she hit him again.
She hit him a third time and again and again but she lost the grip on it and it fell from her hand hitting the floor and it sent soda spraying everywhere including into her eyes and she slipped backing up. She was blinded trying to blind through it and she saw Jason was still alive, bleeding badly but alive.
"Alex! Get out of the way!" Called her sister, Mei. Meiwas Chinese American like her sister with jet black hair in a sleek bobcut. She was wearing a women's business suit with the chic dial turned all the way up. At base, it consisted of a black skirt and jacket accented by a red button-up, matching red pumps and tastefully sized white vertical pin stripes. Around her throat, was a black choker.
She was carrying a 9mm Browning HP. She fired two shots into Jason's chest but the man didn't go down. She fired a third into his throat and he bled extensively, his blood exiting from his wound down his clothes and to the floor mixing with soda.
She fired a fourth round into his right eye and he went down. She checked to see if he was really dead or not. No pulse. "Where..dd you get a gun? I thought there was just the shotgun..."
"No...I have one too. Are you okay?"
"I think so..."
She went to wash her eyes out in the then went into the bathroom to grab paper towels rather than doing so in the sink in the kitchen. She leaned over the sink, tearing up not only from the soda to her eyes but also due to what she'd almost done and what she had witnessed. "Jason...I'm so sorry..."
Leschi
It seemed the power had gone out. It had been days. He was starving. The asshole guards hadn't fed him. Some time ago, somebody did unlock his door and heard a guard say, "I'm not having your death on my conscious," But he'd also heard screams and even gunshots out there. He smelled bad and he knew it but they hadn't let him shower either. But now, despite his fear of stepping out, he had to. Whatever was out there wasn't worse than starving to death. He began to walk through the halls of the mostly empty jail. He spotted a deceased guard with a Handgun next to him. It was too dark to see what kind. He took what spare magazines there were too. He noticed dead police officers too.
He walked down the hallway making his way out. He saw a couple of inmates looting dead corpses but he paid them no mind. He made his way outside. He was still hungry and hadn't had any water in days either. He was at least free. A guard coming towards him stank of rotten meat and in the dim light his face was illuminated. Leschi aimed at him thinking, Just think of it like a deer...He fired hitting the guard three times in the chest but it only slowed him down slightly not seeming to faze him.
He recognized him in the reflection of the flickering dying light as well as the moonlight from outside. He got a smell of his rancid breath. It was one of the guards who had thrown him in solitary. "You just made this easier," He said, his hand shaking., He fired hitting him dead center in the forehead and he went down. They fell different in real life from the movies. A combination of his death and the smell caused him to vomit. He had nothing but fluid to vomit but he still had to heave. He heard footsteps and he turned around but they were normal footsteps. He aimed at the silhouette but put the gun down
He spotted Rudy who had a shotgun. Rudy had aimed at him until he lowered the piece and the Tacoma Native got a look at him. "What's up, Chi? They finally let you outta the hole?"
"Yeah, but I heard what was going on and I thought it might have been a riot."
"Nope. Worse than that. People are eating each other. Damn, that's right you didn';t know that? They only kept me in the hole three days and I came out and saw it all."
"No. How long have I been in here?"
"Beats me, fool. Then again, let's see, I went to the hole for three days same day as you and I got out four days ago so...damn...seven days you been in there? You gotta be hungry as hell, bro."
"Yeah...thirsty too but I gotta get back to the rez."
"Puyallup? Shit, I gotta get back to Tacoma. I can try and give you a lift if my car is still where I last saw it."
"Sure...we can work together till then. Let me know if you see a water bottle."
"Will do, hermano."
As they found their way out of the jail he thought to himself, Derrick, I am going to kill you. That is if dad doesn't first.
That's it for this chapter. Could have been longer but it wasn't. Anyway, besides these are the first few chapters.
So now, actors. Initially I wasn';tr sure about any and Zilla did try and help with some of that but I can't remember who he said for Leschi or Derrick so Leschi will be Chaske Spencer.
Li Bingbing is the visual basis for Mei. Hence the hairstyle. Alex's siblings Ci, Huojin and Dawei have not appeared yet Dawei and Ci are in the resteraunt same as Mei where as Houjin is...well you'll see. Let's just say he's at a party he probably shouldn't be at. And he's the youngest of them.
Haven't really decided on Gen or Ju. Alex is visually based on Angela Zhou. With help from zilla 2000, Simone Missick is the visual basis for Jennifer.
As for Jennifer's parents, undecided there too. But the guy who resembles Doug is probab;ly gonna be the guy who portrays Dylan on Bates Motel, Isabella is based on Penelope Cruz, I haven't decided on Alan or Melony I think Zilla had suggestions and i cant remember who they were but if he can't either I tink Melony could maybe be Dakota Johnson.
Amos doesn't matter he's dead. As far as Liam he was bitten on the arm where he got a compound fracture but oddly enough it's so damaged they have to amputate and the thing is with TWD they show amputees a lot (Pandering to certain pornographic demographics, much?) but one thing we havent seen is what if a guy got bitten and had an arm amputated and this is before anybody figured out that with arms and legs it doesn't have to be a death sentence?
As for the driver of the GMC he is visually inspired by Daniel Logan from Star Wars Episode II but as an adult obviously. Undecided on his gf and the paramedic so far but as far as what they were saying about feminine hygiene products that actually is true and it is at least more sanitary than a lot of other stuff you might find in the vicinity of an accident.
Not sure about Rudy as far as a visual representation it'll come to me im sure. And as far as Leschi and Derricks father and mother Joseph is based on Eric Schweig while Angela is based on Michelle Thrush.
As for reviewers choice i got two things I leave up to all of you. Should Derrick be made to come along to find Leschi despite his arrest warrant or should he stay behind much like Ian did in Liam's apartment to avoid the heat? Whatever choice you do make, will effect the outcome in a different way and I'll tell you what that outcome is. Basically in one scenario, Angela would go with in another, she won't.
The other thing I leave up to you all is obviously Jennifer and her parents will be heading to Mr. Fong's restaurant again but as Jennifer is screaming out to them, should it be that he doesn';t hear them in time and he drives off not knowing it was her or should the fact that he was initially going to go and knock about the bike be reason enough and should he be there to give Jennifer, Zoe and Will a ride? Either way, relatively soon, Leschi and Rudy will encounter Jennifer and the Fong family either way.
Anyway that's all for now hope your holidays were good and new years. I'm not celebrating new years because I'm not going by the gregorian calendar. It aint new year until the Mid winter festival. That;s when new years is.
Later.
