Month 2

Subject: Russell Northrop

It had been a long time since Russell even spoke to Jimmy about anything since the new leader got here. Jimmy had to be the right hand for the new leader Drew, and Russell felt like a third wheel. This day he was going to confront Jimmy about what had been going on and why Jimmy pushed him away. He walked the length of the gymnasium to the main building in hopes of finding Jimmy. Russell felt lonely knowing many of his former comrades were dead. He still couldn't grasp the concept of death as quickly as those around him, all he cared about was helping Jimmy, and unfortunately Jimmy hadn't said a word to Russell since the day of the attack. Russell wanted to sleep forever, and he wanted to express his feelings to someone. He just wasn't sure how to grasp the concept of talking to someone about his problems. He looked around for someone to talk to since now he knew Jimmy was running another errand. He looked through different groups of people who were shuffling around nervously.

Russell wondered why people were cowering in fear when there was nothing to fear. Finally he found somebody to talk to, an unlikely hero you might add. He saw Lola Lombardi sitting on top of one of the broken auto-shop cars outside. She looked somewhat sad and agitated at the same time. "You! Why so sad?" Russell asked in broken sentences. "Johnny just left for town. I hope he comes back in one piece, they said they were going to salvage supplies. I heard from that small hunk of boy meat Pete that they were running low here and in town. I also have… Other problems…" She said dragging the last part on. "Problems found Russell too." Russell said. "What's wrong with you? You haven't talked to anyone in a while. Why did you choose me?" Lola asked as Russell sat down on the very top of the broken car. "Russell believes you had problems like him. You sad. Russell nervous." Russell said as Lola tried comprehending him. "Sweetie, girl problems and guy problems are two completely different things. I am on something serious. I'm not too sure what kind of problems you're having. Care to explain?" She asked.

"Jimmy not talk to Russell in long time. All because of the new face, he stole Jimmy from Russell." Russell tried explaining. "Jimmy was your best friend wasn't he?" Lola asked. Russell nodded as Lola acknowledged the answer. "In this world things have become more complicated. I thought the one we left was terrible enough as it is. Now we have the dead rising, giant insects blowing people up, and not enough tampons to go around." Lola said as she grabbed Russell's attention. "You bleeding?" Russell said as Lola nodded. "After all this time I expected you to at least know the word for it. That stupid bitch takes up all of them like she's the queen around here! Serves her right for doing stupid things to herself during the end of the world!" Lola yelled as if someone was going to hear her. "Who take all of Lola's things?" Russell asked getting up. "Don't worry about it. Besides I could tear her apart if I wanted to. It just wouldn't be wise to let my anger and power get the better of me! So I have decided to be the mature one. I still hate her for being so ignorant of those around her. Even in the midst of death going on she can still be primp and improper bitch she always was. That isn't the point though Russell, you don't have to worry about that, so just rewind or reboot or whatever." Lola said trying to back Russell off.

"Russell concerned for Lola. Lola shouldn't get treated this way. Russell hurts for peace; he would like to give Lola peace with Lola. Who took cotton balls from Lola?" Russell asked. "You don't know the term for menstrual cycle yet you know what we use to… Never mind, just go to the gymnasium and find her locker. It's the one with crap and writing all over it. You can't miss it. If you can leave this message attached to the broken locker door or however you break into it. Don't open or read it, just tape it to the door or something. Got it?" Lola asked. Russell nodded and took the note and went to the gym to find the locker. He walked through the doors to the basketball court and found the girls' locker room. He searched the lockers for writing like Lola said and found it. It looked like a smaller version of Russell's old locker, which made him bellow. He tried to open it but it was locked which didn't make sense to him. He decided to punch the locker and break it open, upon the first punch it was already caved in and he pulled the door out with ease. He found the packs that looked like they had been hidden for months and took them. He shoved them in his oversized pockets, some in his shirt, and others in his boots.

He was slightly curious about the letter he had to tape to the locker so he decided to open and read it if he could. He couldn't make out most of the words as he tried concentrating on the smaller words he could understand. Finally he read to the end and read a name that he could read. Mandy Wiles. "Mandy bleed lot? Means one thing, and one thing only, Mandy pregnant." He said to himself in slight disgust and folded the note back up and set the note in Mandy's broken locker. He ran out as quickly as he could with all of the boxes nearly popping out and he tried to find Lola. He caught up with one of the last surviving greasers, Peanut. "Where Lola?" He asked. "Lola is in her room in the dorm. Is that a tampon hanging…" Before Peanut could finish the sentence Russell was off and running. He soon found the girls' dorm and before long he found her in her room putting on the last of her lipstick. She turned around to see a fully loaded Russell standing in the doorway and making his way in. He emptied the contents of his pockets, shirt, and boots and let them fall to the ground. "A lot more than I expected. Good nonetheless. Thank you Russell. You do realize though…"

"Mandy pregnant." Russell finished her sentence. Lola nodded getting up from her position and walking over to Russell. "Try not to tell anyone about Mandy. They may notice her getting chunky over the next few months, but it doesn't mean we should lay a burden over her head. Promise you won't tell." Lola said. Russell nodded and made a scout's honor swear. Russell went for a walk after meeting with Lola and he wanted to help guard the school with the rest of the boys. He accidentally bumped into a girl he hadn't even seen before. "Sorry big guy." She said. Russell looked at her in amazement at how beautiful she was. "Who you?" Russell asked nervously. "I'm Holly. I'm guessing you're Russell." She said in a friendly voice. "You know Russell?" He asked almost thinking she was a witch of some kind. "Sort of. I've heard about you from some people, about how you're one of the heroes of the school before all of this. I assumed you were… Well you from your height for one, another is your broken English, and the fact that Jimmy talks highly of you." Holly finished. "Jimmy talk about Russell?" He asked with a spark of hope. "Yeah, he says you've been a sibling he never had. At least from my time here he has talked of you like that." "How long you here?" Russell asked struggling to even breath at the sight of this mystical girl.

"I kind of just woke up from a two month nap. So in flesh form I've only been out for a day or two, and in spirit for the two months." She laughed jokingly. "High power in sky?" Russell asked. "Not really. I don't think he exists anymore, I was just saying some people say they're somewhere spiritually if they aren't actually there. It's kind of a joke. If there was a God he wouldn't smite us like this." Holly said seriously. "God not exist?" Holly shook her head. "You can believe, I personally don't from all the shit that had happened. Lost a lot of family and friends within the first couple of days, so I walked alone, abandoned my cross and former life, and became myself. If God is what keeps you positive in these tough times then please don't let me stop you." Holly said in all seriousness. "You lost parents?" Russell asked avoiding the discussion.

"More than that. My former life as I know it is gone. I don't care though; they can rest in peace or become the walking dead for all I care. My stepfather was abusive, and my real father came back too late. As for my mother and two siblings they were just a small percentage to fall victim in my group of people. I can't even name all of the people I once knew. It's something I would rather forget about than dwell over and get myself killed. They didn't die in vain. I can assure you whoever is responsible for their deaths I can guarantee torture. They won't get away with this." She said as she sniffled a bit. "If guy is responsible, he paid price long time ago. Your family already in peace…" Russell said. "Thank you Russell. That is sweet." She said as she fell into his arms embracing him in tears. "Welcome… Friend…" Russell said as Holly dug her head into his body. Russell thought he was going to be in a real partnership, and was thankful for that.

Month 2: Day 2

Subject: Jimmy Hopkins

Jimmy sat in a small room with the current clique leaders discussing certain matters about situations over the past few months. "Okay we need to make sure we still have survivors. We've lost a number of people in a short amount of time and we need to do something to keep them alive. I want all of us to go around the circle and tell me whom we've lost so we can give them a proper goodbye. Pete could you write these names down?" Pete nodded and had a pen and paper ready. Bif, the current leader of the preps spoke first. "We have lost, Parker, Gord, Bryce, and Derby from the preps. Derby is nowhere to be found at the current moment. We don't really need him anyway, he was a liability." Bif stated as Johnny had a look of surprise. "Where did he go?" Jimmy asked. "He wanted to search his paranoia, he thought he saw the chopper get blown up by a missile a while back. Highly unlikely anyone in Bullworth, military or townsfolk would have a rocket propelled grenade launcher shoot a private helicopter out of the sky." Bif stated trying to get his point across. "Fair enough. Johnny?" Jimmy asked.

"We've lost Ricky, Lefty, and we just lost Lucky from the attack the other day." Johnny said as Peanut comforted him. "Earnest any news on the nerds?" Jimmy asked. "We lost Fatty and Bucky." Earnest said almost not caring about it. "You want to say a few things when we hold the multiple funeral services? They were your closest friends." Pete asked. Earnest did nothing but shake his head. "Ted, you lost a lot of lives in the fights." Jimmy said with remorse. "Yeah… Juri, Dan, Kirby, Casey, and Luis." Ted stated shaking his head at how many old friends he had lost. "Russell lost Trent, Davis, and Tom." Russell said. Jimmy shook his head as Pete wrote it down. "Edgar?" Jimmy asked with sadness in his eyes. He knew Edgar suffered the most casualties in the fight. "Everyone except me, Zoe, Clint, and Omar are dead. Everyone else is dead. Omar had to get his arm amputated, it managed to stop the infection from spreading further." Edgar said. "We've also lost Angie, Constantinos, Ivan, Ray, Karen, Trevor, Pedro, Karl, Seymour, and Eunice." Pete said as he wrote the last names down. "Any staff?" Jimmy asked. "Ms. Peabody, Mr. Slawter, Dr. Watts, Ms. Danvers, and that music teacher are dead." Pete stated.

Jimmy nodded his head as he looked outside the classroom window and saw blue skies for the first time in what seemed like years. Drew then walked in the door and stood near Jimmy. "Someone's here to see us face to face. They want to try and reason with us." Drew stated casually. "An outsider wants to speak with us? Without violence?" Bif asked. "Jimmy and I will take care of it, the rest of you wait near the gate in case things go south. The guy is alone by the looks of it, but he wants to talk with me and Jim." Drew stated as he walked out. Jimmy followed close behind. "How come you've become the leader all of a sudden?" Jimmy asked with a hint of anger. "How so? I want to help keep things running, after all you are still alive." Drew stated. "If you were in there when everyone listed the dead, I don't think you'd say so yourself." Jimmy stated angrily as Drew chuckled at the thought. "However I have brought a hefty amount of survivors, former soldiers of the old world, soldiers of fortune in our fights." Drew stated with a sly smile. "The people we lost weren't soldiers, they were our friends."

"Sometimes you have to cut the cord in war. If you had matured at all you would have opened your eyes and seen the world for what it was. Not only is the undead tearing our bones, and we have rival survivors trying to kill us. Break the ties Jimmy, sometimes everything happens for a reason, the reason why your friends died was because they were too weak to hold their own. They hadn't a strong bone left inside and they collapsed under pressure. Befriend the soldiers you might learn something." Drew stated darkly. "What happened to you? You were always there for us, and us for you. Now you treat everyone like a soldier in war. You don't even know the real war is fighting for survival and helping those you care about at any cost. Do you even care about anyone? What about Pinky?" Jimmy almost yelled as Drew heard the last name he grabbed Jimmy and held him by the collar against a wall. "Don't try me Jimmy. Just don't. I do care about something, that something is gone though." Drew stated loosening his grip. "Pinky is dead?" Jimmy asked in remorse.

"It was someone before her. Pinky means a lot to me now, and I keep having the same goddamn recurring nightmare. Every night I sleep with Pinky and keep her safe all I can think of is her, another woman. I can still see it happening. I felt like I lost everything that day, she was somebody close to me, blood related. I can't tell Pinky about it, she might get agitated." Drew said looking away. "Whom are you talking about?" Jimmy asked. "Carly, one of the only women I was capable of even talking to. We knew each other for a while, we did everything together, from going to the beach to sitting at home watching scary movies and huddling close. One night we were watching some zombie flick and she got frightened. Out of all of her worst movie monster fears, zombies were her worst. She would always bury herself deep into my side, curl into a ball, and squeal. I tried comforting her and said; it was all a movie, nothing was real. After a while we finally decided to run away after sticking up with abuse for a couple years, and we tried finding refuge here in the New England area. We were being chased one day, and we hid out in an old church. It was a bigger mistake going there rather than take our chances running. They grabbed her and took her away. I couldn't comprehend the idea of God being real after something like that. What they could have done to her once she was dragged out. I tried going after her but zombies soon started surrounding me and I had to do something. So I ran… Too many of them all around me, screams heard from all over the church, the only one I could recognize… Hers. I ran back when I found a blunt stick and I tried taking her back. It was far too late; they had already gotten away with her. So I decided to find Bullworth after hearing something about it before everything happened. A talk show of some kind discussed about it and leads me to believe this place was a castle. Got here and thought I was satisfied, had the whole place to myself despite all the dead bodies. Then I found all of you, truly better than I thought I would find." Drew said with a smile.

"Let's just talk to this tool." Jimmy said. They walked toward the front gate to meet an unfamiliar man. He seemed like a beefed up giant standing at the gates. He had a white undershirt, stonewashed jeans, and a pair of kicks. He was of Asian descent and looked angry. "Which one of you is the untimely leader of this place?" He said in a heavy Eastern accent. "I'm Drew. Nice to meet you too." Drew said sarcastically. "I have no time for this shit! Who is the leader?" The beefed Asian asked again. "You aren't going anywhere with that attitude. What's your name son?" Drew asked. "Winston. No affiliation with the game. Now who is the leader?" Winston asked one more time. "Better. Jimmy, who is the leader of our group exactly?" Drew asked, as Winston got angry. Jimmy thought about it and truly he wasn't sure, he thought he was but with Drew acting the way he was he could be the leader now. "Drew is." Jimmy said as Drew gave a sly smile. "Good. Drew we have proposition from the survivors of 3rd street. We were the ones who shot your plane down, we were the ones who attacked you, and we were the ones who took in your precious little Derby. We want to call a truce between us, but only under our conditions. We want you to fight our best man to the death. If we win we take control of all of your assets, including your hideout, people, supplies, and women. Name your terms for victory." Winston finished.

"Interesting proposition so far Winston. Now here is what is fucked about it. The fact you want a truce after a leader is killed isn't going to sit so well with our crowds. There'll be bad blood between our groups and colliding them will only make things worse than they already are. That being said I have my terms already set. I want your group to leave this state for good, we seize three quarters of your supplies, including weapons, food, clothing, the whole nine yards. However, if you return to Bullworth territory you will be shot on sight. I expect someone like you to understand the system of honor amongst fighting. You must also give up Derby to us, and we will decide his fate. Also any person we might want to merge into our group we have that option, we are limited to three people if we do so. Deal?" Drew said extending a hand close to the gate. Winston smiled evilly and said; "Deal. Alright boys come on!" Winston ordered as a large group of people emerged seemingly out of nowhere. "They're going to charge the gate!" Jimmy yelled. Drew started to walk the other way dragging Jimmy with him. "I know. Stand back. Have every one of ours meet in the front courtyard on the steps. Our people have to be prepared in case the code of honor Winston follows gets us screwed over tenfold." Drew said as Jimmy ran in to collect all of the survivors. He could see through some windows the people now pouring in to the courtyard, as Drew stood firm in the center facing Winston. Jimmy walked out with everyone and surrounded the other half of the courtyard. There was now a large circle surrounding the now fighting field. Jimmy walked to one side of Drew.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Jimmy asked. "If I do die, get everyone out, even if you lose a majority, get as many as possible out." Drew commanded possibly for the last time. "Everyone is here to witness history in the making. As the leader of the Bullworth kids, takes on a person of our choosing. Of all of you fine men and women in the crowd, which of you will take on the leader?" Winston asked as a roar of reactions came from the crowd of 3rd street survivors. "Let's warm him up shall we?" Winston asked. He ordered a few powerful men out to fight. Drew cracked his knuckles and was ready. Had he planned for an unfair fight, and was he good without a weapon? Jimmy thought this to himself. Before anyone knew it the fight already began as a large dreaded black man came after him and Drew tripped him into the ground. A fast nimble Asian man came out with kicks and punches in a flurry as Drew blocked them all and dropped the little Asian hard to the ground which broke his neck. The dreaded man came back and Drew caught his arm and broke it over his shoulder. He kicked the black man in the stomach and landed an uppercut to his jaw snapping his head. Soon a Hispanic man came out with a large knife and tried slicing at Drew. He caught him twice, once across the chest, the other in the leg.

Drew then proceeded to kick the knife out of the Hispanic's hand, break his leg, sweep him, and stomp him in the face crushing his skull. A large Caucasian male came out and swung as hard as he could at Drew. A sledgehammer was thrown into the circle and the white male swung and caught Drew in the ribs hard. "How do you like that one bitch?" The Caucasian asked. Drew laughed coughing a bit of blood. "Cocky prick, I don't feel pain." Drew said approaching the white male slowly. He dropped the hammer and cowered in fear but then snapped back and hit Drew in the jaw, Drew then landed a head butt, a knee to the stomach, and as the white male tried to grab his face, Drew bit three fingers off and spit them into his face, and landing another head butt which sent the white male into a daze. Soon his head was spinning and Drew broke the man's neck. He stepped back in triumph.

Winston clearly didn't approve of this happening. "You haven't won just yet, I only have one more person for you to fight. I believe they will be able to pierce right through your shell. They are a coldblooded killer, and when we found them; it was just what we wanted. A murderer. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Experiment Alcry the deadly female warrior." Winston and the others cheered in approval. Jimmy tried looking for the biggest and worst one to fight, however he realized a small figure was moving through the crowd of the TSS. It was a girl with black hair and dyed certain colors, pale skin, dark clothing, and eyes that will pierce a soul. He realized Drew for the first time cowered in fear, but why?