Chapter 1: World that I used to know (1/4)
"Hey..."
He called out the Walker standing by the door of a car, before he shoved the hatched into it's face.
"You were ugly anyway, so no hard loss there." The blond boy commented as he pulled the hatchet out of the Walker's face.
Afterwards, he checked the car window, only to see another Walker inside, a female Walker wearing a yellow dress. "You on the other hand, was quite okay looking, so this will definitely be a waste..." He commented on the female Walker before he opened the car door and let it crawl out of it, before Bentley shoved the hatched into the back of it's head once it left the car. Then he pulled the corpse out of the car before he entered and closed the door.
Bentley Jones was currently in the middle of the street, surrounded by a forest, trying to inspect a seemingly intact car that he saw from a distance after he left the house that he was staying in. He had to run for hours to get away from the horde, but thanks to a fat idiot with an assault rifle, he was able to escape.
The car that he found was a 1967 Mercury Wagon, in the color black. It was relatively intact and the inside only smelled a little bad. The blond boy placed his backpack and his gasmask with the helmet in the passenger seat before he inspected the backseat, which was empty. But he could see a couple of boxes with the logo Save-Lots in the trunk of the car. Oh god, please have something good... He thought as he moved to the backseat and grabbed one of the boxes to check. The box was sealed, so he used his knife to open it. Yes... Bentley thought happily as the box was filled with cans of food. Wasting no time, he immediately adjusted himself on the back and opened a can of beef, devouring just like that. It tastes awful, but I don't care. The boy was starving, so anything was good enough. Once the can was empty, he grabbed another can, a can of pineapples, which he ate really slowly.
Once he was done eating, he opened the window and tossed both empty cans out before closing it again. Then he inspected the other boxes. Which happened to have the exact same thing inside. I guess... Whoever owns this car was smart enough to actually stock up on food. He thought he closed the boxes. No water though... He was a little thirsty.
Moving back to the front seat, Bentley decided to check the glove compartment. "Jackpot..." He spoke happily as there was a bottle of water inside, though it was only half full. There was also a gun inside, a revolver. And some papers that were probably documents.
Immediately, he gulped down the bottle of water. Killing his thirst, before he placed the empty water bottle inside. Then he picked the revolver to check. A cowboy revolver. The revolver was a Ruger Blackhawk, a single-action revolver. He checked for ammunition and saw that there were two bullets inside. I think this is a .357 Magnum... He thought as he inspected one of the bullets inside.
Taking a deep breath, Bentley placed the revolver inside his coat. Before he moved to the driver's seat. The keys were on the ignition, so either that woman was driving before dying or the owner of the car was. Whatever it was, he took a chance and... It turned on, a big smile appeared on his face, but then he noticed that it didn't have much gas. Only enough for a short ride, but it could be a short ride that would lead him somewhere with more gas.
So he decided to drive that car.
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Just a little more... There you go... Bentley thought as the car ran out of gas, thankfully, it did close enough to a gas station. But, he could see a few Walkers from a distance. Okay... The blond boy put on his mask and helmet, before he grabbed the machete and the shotgun. Mainly because his handgun was empty, though the revolver was still in his pocket. He decided to leave his backpack in the car, a bad idea but it was quite heavy and it affected his mobility. "Okay..." He spoke as he pulled the car keys and placed them in his pocket before he opened the door of the car.
"Rrrrrhhhh!" Suddenly, a Walker appears from behind the car and nearly grabs him.
"Fuck you." But Bentley headbutted the Walker's face, which had extra damage thanks to his helmet. The Walker fell on the ground and he stomped on it's face three times.
Turning around, he moved slowly towards the gas station. Once he got close enough, he saw a Walker eating someone's remains, he took the chance and swung the machete into it's head, killing instantly. Then he saw another one by the door, which noticed him and started to move towards him. Bentley returned the favor and moved towards it, before he chopped the Walker's head with the machete. But as soon as he did that, the door opened and three more went in his direction.
The first one, Bentley delivered a push kick into it's chest which pushed towards the second one and knocked the two into the ground. The third one kept moving, but Bentley killed it by chopping half of it's head off. Then he shoved the machete into the first Walker's face as it stood up from the ground and finished the third one by stabbing it's head with the machete.
"Anyone else?" He asked, since he wanted to get that over with. "No?" He asked. "Okay..." That was the last thing that he said before he moved towards the door. And... Most of it was looted. He thought in a slight annoyance as the place was pretty empty . The whole place was a mess, with several shelves knocked over and broken stuff on the floor. I guess, they have no respect for propriety. He thought as he placed the shotgun on top of the counter before he jumped over to check the shelves that were behind it, and there were a few protein bars on one the shelves. "Jackpot." He couldn't help but say it while placing the bars inside his pants pockets. After inspecting and finding nothing else, he jumped over the counter once again and moved to check the other shelves. Sadly, there was nothing useful there. No food or water, but I better check the rest of the place before filling the car up.
Looking around , Bentley saw a door that probably led to the back room. As soon as he tried to open it, he discovered that the door was locked. Until he basically kicked the door open. Once it was open, Bentley checked the backroom, which seemed to be the place where the manager operated. There was not much inside , there was a safe,a TV, a desk with a computer on top of it, a locker and a few other stuff not worth mentioning. Nothing... He was annoyed. But that... He thought as he saw something right besides the desk. Moving it a bit closer, he noticed that there was a gas can next to the desk. Jackpot! The blond boy thought as he immediately went forward to grab it. It was a large and empty gas can, which was very convenient. Why the hell is this here? Bentley asked himself, until he moved his head and noticed something on top of the desk. A plastic cup. I guess someone was sniffing gasoline. It was his best theory, and he also assumes that the gasoline sniffer was one of the Walkers outside.
"Oh well..." It was the last thing he spoke before he turned around with the gas can at hand in order to fill the car up to leave this place.
But the moment he went back to the door.
There was a very loud bang followed by a horrible impact on his chest. That pushed him back, causing him to fall into the floor. SHIT! AAAAHHHH! He screamed internally as he felt the pain on his chest.
"You got him?" He heard a voice coming from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I got the fucker." He heard a second voice.
Fuck... I left the shotgun on top of the counter and someone used to get the drop on me. It only took a second for Bentley to understand the situation. Okay... They don't know about the vest, so they probably think I'm dead. He started to formulate a plan. Revolver, pocket, move hand slowly and wait for an opportunity. Playing dead while planning was the only thing he could do.
"What an asswipe, what kind of fucking idiot leaves a loaded gun lying around like that?" The other guy asked. It was a middle-aged guy wearing a trucker's cap, a green flannel shirt and blue jeans with brown boots. He had long hair and an ugly moustache.
"Doesn't fucking matter, just check him to see if he got the keys of the car on him." The guy holding his shotgun said in response. It was also a middle-aged guy, an overweight man with a long beard wearing a denim jumpsuit and an similar trucker hat.
Unknowingly to them, Bentley slowly moved his hand towards his pocket as they talked and could pull the revolver out to shoot them. Just get a little closer... The blond boy invited them. Thanks to the gas mask, they can't tell that his eyes are open. Slowly observing as the man with an ugly moustache approaches him.
"Check the pockets." The fat guy ordered him. Then he looked to the right, probably to see if the shot attracted any Walkers.
As the one with the moustache kneeled down on his left to inspect him. Bentley pulled the revolver out of his pocket and immediately shot the fat guy.
"HHHHRRRR" It was the sound that the fat guy made as the bullet pierced through his throat.
Immediately afterwards, the guy with the moustache launched himself at Bentley in order to try to grab the revolver, which only had one bullet left. The guy grabbed the revolver with his left hand while pushing Bentley's face with his right hand to try to force him to let go. But Bentley's left arm was free, so he grabbed the guy's long hair and pulled, hard. "AAAH!" The guy grunted as he pulled his hair, in truth, Bentley was pulling his head down to his hips, once it was down enough, he hit the guy's head with his right knee. The impact, which was enhanced by the knee guard, was enough to make him lose his grip. So Bentley pulled the revolver off his hand, and shot the guy on the cheek. "ORRG!" It's the sound he made as he collapsed on the floor while holding his cheek in a futile attempt to contain the blood of the hole that Bentley made on him.
"Shit...shit...fuck..." Bentley cursed as he stood up from the floor. The pain on his chest from the impact was considerable but he could handle it. Wasting no time, the blond boy placed the empty revolver in his pocket before picking up the machete and the gas can from the floor.
"OORR!" He heard the guy once again, but Bentley ignored him as he moved out of the backroom. Where he saw the fat guy, dead on the floor, still holding on to his shotgun. He simply grabbed the shotgun and placed it on the shoulder with the strap and ignored the fat guy's corpse.
In fact, he actually ran outside as quick as he could because he knew that the shots probably attracted every single Walker in the area. So he quickly filled the gas can with gasoline before running back to the car and placing everything inside. He filled the tank as fast as he could until it was full. Shit. He thought as he noticed several Walkers coming in his direction. But they were slow enough, so Bentley immediately ran back to the station in order to fill the can up with more gas to use later. I have an idea. Once the can was full, Bentley filled the ground with gasoline before he ran back to the car.
"Bye bye." Bentley ever at the Walkers before he accelerated the car, leaving the walking corpses in the dust. But once he passed through the gas station, Bentley slowed down a bit before he actually set some of the papers that were inside the glove compartment on fire and tossed them on the ground that he covered in gasoline. Before he drove as quickly as he could to get away from the station. Any... Second...Now... That was his thought as he awaited.
Until a loud explosion could be heard from behind him. That should attract most of the Walkers in the area.
Okay... Almost there...
After driving for three hours, Bentley Jones could see his destination from afar. As he drove through an empty street, he could see the city from afar. "Home not so sweet home." He commented in a very sad tone of voice as he saw the city from afar. They said that they would be heading back here to see if they could find out about their families. Maybe I can find them or at least a clue. He thought hopefully as he made his way into the city. Okay... I don't really know where Mitch, Willy and Omar live, because I never asked. James never really told me where he lives despite the fact that I asked multiple times. Aasim's home is too far away. Violet wouldn't go back home. Brody and Marlon live next to one another. Louis's penthouse will probably be difficult to reach. Ruby moved recently and I don't know her new address. Minnie, Tenn and Soph's home are the closest, so I'll go there first. Clementine's home is not far from theirs, so I'll go there afterwards. He planned as he entered the city. My home... He doesn't know if he wants to go there.
Driving throughout the street slowly to avoid crashing into something. The blond boy couldn't help but feel depressed over the trail of death and destruction around the city. "What the fuck?" Bentley couldn't help but say as he saw his hometown. "Oh no..." From afar, he could see the building where Louis's family Penthouse was located. It was almost completely destroyed, like someone dropped a bomb on it. Which made Bentley realize that he could see some signs of bombardment on the city, something that gave him a severe feeling of dread. "Jesus Christ." He said to himself as he paid attention to the destruction around him. There were a few Walkers in the street, but not many, so he could just ignore them. After driving a few miles and getting depressed over the dreadful trail of death around, he arrived at the home of his three friends.
Minnie, Tenn and Soph lived in a small and simplistic home that was in a pretty bad neighborhood. Minnie and Soph once told me that they couldn't wait to move out of this place. Bentley thought as he turned off the car and placed the key inside his pocket. Okay, the shotgun only has three bullets left, the handgun is empty and so is the revolver, so... He thought as he grabbed the hatchet. This will have to do... He thought as he prepared to leave the car with only the hatchet at hand.
As soon as he stepped outside, Bentley checked his surroundings and saw a few Walkers, but they were far away. Taking a deep breath, the blond boy approached the door slowly with the hatchet at hand in order to check the place. The wooden door was damaged, which was Violet's fault, but he didn't think about that as he opened. Upon entrance, Bentley could tell that there was something wrong. "Shit..." The whole place was a complete mess, like someone purposely thrashed the place up.
The living room was completely thrashed. The bookshelves were knocked over, the TV was smashed on the floor, the sofa was knocked over and the walls were covered in something but it didn't look like blood.
The Kitchen wasn't any better, there were utensils all over the floor, the refrigerator was open and there were broken plates and cups all over the place.
"What the fuck happened here?" He asked himself as he made his way up the stairs. Which turned to be as thrashed as downstairs, since the passage was blocked by a wardrobe that was knocked over with several things on top of it. His response was to knock the things that were on top of the wardrobe before he jumped over. On his right, there was a door that led to Minnie and Soph's room.
Mmmmm... Unlike downstairs, the room wasn't really messy, except for some stuff on the floor. The room was separated in half, the left side had bright colors and some stuff that belonged to Minnie, while the right side had dark colors and had stuff that belonged to Soph. Either you two are equally messy or both of you got out of here in a hurry. Bentley thought he saw some clothes on the floor and some things missing from the shelves. What is that? Noticing something next to Soph's bed on top of the drawer right in front of a lamp. Upon approaching it, he noticed that it was an empty bottle of antibiotics. They were here. He was sure of it. The two probably picked their clothes and other stuff. It was his best theory.
Moving out of the room in order to check Tenn's room which was in front of the twins room. As he walked he passed through and didn't bother to check their parents room. Upon entering, he realized that, just like the twin's room, his was a mess and he can tell that they got out of there in a hurry.
Tenn's room was pretty childish, with very bright colors and some funny forest wallpaper and there were toys everywhere.
Okay... They were here, I can feel it.
After finishing inspecting Minnie, Tenn and Soph's home, Bentley went back to the car and made his way to his... Not official girlfriend, Clementine.
One, two , three! He thought as he jumped over the fence. After parking the car in a street behind the house. Reaching the backyard of Clementine's home. Standing up, he noticed that the place looked the same. The abandoned treehouse was still there, which he really doesn't understand why since they haven't used it since they were nine. The pool was dirty as hell and there were leaves everywhere. Alright... Moving towards the backdoor of the house, Bentley opened the door and noticed something unpleasant. Shit... There was a female Walker on the floor that had its head bashed in. "Mrs. Everett?" Bentley asked as he kneeled down to check. "No, you're not..." The Walker was too fat to be her. "You caused quite the mess though..." He spoke as he noticed the mess in the living room and the kitchen. "Fuck." He cursed as he stood up to try to get upstairs. But they were completely blocked and there was way to move it without making a lot of noise.
The blond boy could only sigh in annoyance as he tried to look for clues there but found absolutely nothing. Nothing but an answering machine with a message on it. How the hell is the electricity still on in this house? He asked himself in confusion before he checked.
"Message. Left at five-forty-three a.m. Clementine, I cannot believe you actually did that! I received a call from Mr. Fletcher and he told me that he saw you getting in a car and not coming back. I specifically forbid you from going on vacation with your friends after you failed at your exam. The only reason why I didn't fly back to drag you back home myself is because there has been a lockdown in the airport but don't even think for a second that you're off the hook little lady. Once I return from this trip you and I are going to have a very serious talk! And if you're not back home when I return, I swear to god that you will deeply regret it, Clementine Everett!"
Bentley sighed once he finished listening. "Always the bitch aren't you." He spoke in deep disgust. Poor Clementine, mother is never around but loves to demand things from her. Bentley thought as he saw the photo next to the answering machine. The photo was a family photo, where there was a father, a mother and a daughter. But it wasn't a happy family. Lee Everett, a good man pushed to the edge by a cheating wife. He described the father, a smart looking African-American man with black hair and a nice looking beard. Ema Everett, how did you give birth to someone as wonderful as Clem, is something that I will never understand. He described the mother, a strict and condescending looking Asian-American woman that had a narrow nose, thin lips, and almond-shaped eyes that were identical to her daughters . Clementine Everett, I would go to the deepest part of hell to find you and even if I have to go through an ocean of death, I will find you. He thought as he looked at her image, with her olive skin, wavy brown hair, narrow nose , thin lips, and light-brown, almond-shaped eyes. Before he opened the frame in order to take the photo with him.
You didn't come back here, otherwise the message wouldn't be here. He thought sadly. He did one last search but found nothing useful inside, so he went back to the car.
He tried to go to Marlon and Brody's neighborhood but the way was completely blocked, which indicates that they were not able to get there either, so Bentley had no choice but to continue.
Which sadly only left him one last place to go...
Come on... Just go inside... Don't be afraid... He thought as he parked the car in front of his apartment building. If they are home... You know what you have to do... But if they're not, that's a good thing... Come on... BJ... Remember what dad always says... The only one that can hold you back is yourself. Bentley thought about his father's words as he prepared to go.
Taking a deep breath, Bentley decided to let the mask and the helmet back. The helmet had practical uses, the mask is basically me being fuzzy about the smell. The blond boy thought in amusement. Okay, just run inside. He thought as he grabbed the machete, his handgun and his revolver despite the two being empty, but he also took his backpack as there were some things that he would like to get from home. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door of the car.
But the moment he did, two Walkers walked out of the building and the blond boy killed both by chopping their heads in half with the machete. Moving inside, he noticed that several Walkers were eating a corpse. Oh shit... The boy wearing a headband thought as the Walkers saw him.
There were seven of them.
He kicked the first Walker on the knee with a side kick, which made him fall on the floor. Before he sliced the second Walker's face with the machete. Then he hit the third Walker with the back of his fist, which caused it to stumble to the side. He followed by delivering a downward slice into the fourth Walker. What the fuck! Sadly, the machete got stuck on the Walker's skull. Come on! Being forced to let go of the machete, Bentley had no choice but to shove the fifth Walker back. Which served him well as he crashed into the sixth and seventh Walker.
Unfortunately, the third Walker grabbed him from the side and tried to bite his face. "Let go of me you ugly son of a bitch!" Bentley yelled as he used his forearm to keep him away. But then, he felt something touching his leg, which turned out to be the first Walker. "Fuck you!" He yelled as he smashed the first Walker's head in with his boot. Then he lifted his leg up and pulled the knife that he had on a sheath wrapped on his ankle, before he used his reverse grip to stab the third Walker in the eye.
Once it fell on the floor, the remaining Walkers approached him. The sixth Walker tried to grab Bentley, but he immediately pushed it back by delivering a push kick to it's chest. Before he grabbed the fifth Walker by the throat and shoved the knife on it's forehead. Wasting no time, he stabbed the seventh Walker on the side of the head, killing it. Then he finished the last Walker that fell on the floor after being kicked by stomping on it's face three times.
And that was Bentley Jones, ladies and gentlemen, these cannibal monsters wanted a piece of his pretty face but none of them were good enough to take him down. He thought humorously as he went to retrieve the machete. But it was stuck. I know a thick skull is a thing, but I never expected to be a literal thing. Pushing it as hard as he could, eventually, the handle actually broke with the blade still stuck on the Walker's head. What?! Come on!? The boy wearing a Duster coat thought in deep frustration as his weapon got destroyed. This was brand new, how the fuck did it broke so easily?! Dropping the broken tool on the floor, the blond boy was now stuck with a knife to defend himself. I could run back to the car and get the hatchet but I really need to move. He thought as he really needed to find shelter before it got dark and the Walkers he just killed did not give him the impression that the apartment was safe. Okay, bring it on... With that, he moved towards the stairs with the knife in a reverse grip, ready to stab the first monster that came at him.
Climbing up the stairs slowly, with his weapon at hand, ready to use it. Thankfully, the stairs were clear and he reached the second floor easily. The corridor however, was something straight out of a horror as there were corpses there with the walls covered in blood and he could see some bullet holes there. All that he could do was ignore it as he didn't wanna know who's corpses were those. Mainly because he's probably certain that knew them.
Arriving at the third floor, Bentley was thankful that the corridor there wasn't as bad as the previous one. It was mostly empty, except for a corpse sitting down at the end of it. Taking a deep breath, he walked down the corridor since he lived on that floor. His home was the penultimate door on the left, so he was forced to approach the corpse.
Oh no... Ms. Clotilda... Sadly, Bentley knew who the corpse was. It was a nice old lady that lived in the room besides the one that Bentley lived with her grandson. She was a woman in her seventies, and she was wearing a dress with a flower pattern.
With a sad face, he moved his gaze away and checked the door of his apartment. Please, at least be empty... He practically begged as he slowly touched the door knob.
Bentley Jones slowly opened the door of his home. As he pushed the door in slowly, he held his knife tightly in preparation, but to his relief, nothing came out. In a very slow pace, he passed through the door frame and closed the door behind him to avoid uninvited guests. Stepping inside, Bentley noticed that he dirtied his mother's carpet. Sorry mom. He thought as he kept moving forward through a narrow corridor that was painted in the color orange with several family photos hanging on the walls. There is a door frame on his right, which leads to the kitchen, which surprisingly, looks exactly the same as when he left for the vacation. Passing through the kitchen, he moved towards the living room, which also looked the same. The red carpet in the middle, the white sectional sofa, his dad's club chair, the small table on top of the carpet and the large plasma Tv. There were also bookshelves on it, but they were mostly filled with his mother's books. But the thing that called the most attention in the living room was the trophy case that was filled with Bentley's trophies and awards that his parents shamelessly loved to display to anyone who saw it. What the hell? It looks the exact same. Bentley thought in deep confusion, although it is a very good sign. He placed the backpack on top of the sofa and placed the empty handgun and revolver on top of the table, before he removed his coat and placed it on his father's chair. Why am I still wearing this? He asked himself as he removed the bulletproof vest as it was practically useless now.
Taking another deep breath, Bentley moved towards his parent's room, which was located on the right side of the living room. A little more relaxed thanks to the spotness of the apartament, he opened the door calmy. His parents room wasn't exactly something you'll expect, it was filled with his mother's books with more than three shelves there, there was a computer which she used for work and a double sized bed with two drawers on each side and a wardrobe. The boy could only sigh as he entered his parents room, since it smelled like his mother's perfume. Dammit, where the hell are you two? He asked himself as he grabbed a picture frame that was on top of their drawer.
It was a picture of the three of them, during his birthday last year. The photo had the three of them hugging each other and smiling.
His dad, Benjamin Jones. A tall, broad shouldered and muscular man, with dark brown hair in a crew cut and a nice and trimmed beard and dark brown eyes. Bentley was his spitting image with only a few differences. In the photo, he was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans.
His mom, Ada Jones. A very beautiful woman, with blond curls, green eyes and fair skin. She had a thin and feminine figure. In the photo, she was wearing a simple white dress and glasses.
Please be okay... He begged as he removed the photo from the frame.
Then he moved to the wardrobe to grab some things, mainly his dad's silver watch that he put on his right wrist and his mother's aquamarine bracelet which he put on his left wrist. Once he grabbed them, he moved back to the living room and placed the photo inside his backpack.
After that, he moved to his bedroom. His room was very decorated, with sports posters all over the walls, a small shelf filled with his collection of Spawn comics, his desk which had a laptop on top that he mostly used to play strategy games, chat with his friends, do homework and watch porn. His bed which was leaning against the wall with a mural of photos of himself and a drawer on the other side with a lamp and alarm clock on it. In front of it, there was his small sized TV with his Xbox 360 on top of it, and a pile of Shooter games next to it. And a wardrobe next to the door where his clothes were. There was a single window in the room which was located on the wall opposite the door, which was where his weights were, and his violin was also next to the window, mostly because he practiced while looking outside.
Wait, what the hell? Although the house was spotless, his room was not the way that he left it. There was an empty plate on top of his drawer and he's sure that he didn't leave it there and another thing that he noticed is that his favorite hoodie was on top of his bed and he's sure as hell did not leave it there. What the? Bentley immediately approached his bed to check. First he grabbed the plate, and noticed that someone ate a plate of tomato pasta. Lucky bastard. He thought he could really use a decent meal. Then he inspected his hoodie, it was a personalized letterman hoodie in the color blue with black sleeves, which had his last name on the back and a tiger drawn in graffiti style right below his name. I would never let this here, so someone was definitely in my room and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't my parents. Picking his hoodie up to check, Bentley decided to do something that may seem nonsensical but he sniffed his hoodie and immediately recognized the smell. Sophie? His hoodie smells like his friend Sophie, which was a weird smell of berries that she loved that was very hard to miss. No doubt about it, but... If you were here... Where are you now? While he was thinking however, he heard a noise coming from outside of his room, which caused him to get into a stance to use the knife. What was that? He asked himself while he slowly followed the noise.
Slowly and with the knife at hand, Bentley followed the strange noise that he heard. Passing through the door of his bedroom and back into the living room, he realized that the noise was coming from outside. He had an urge to ignore it, but he decided to check it since there was the possibility of that noise being Sophie. So he slowly walked towards his front door to check if it was his red headed friend. The weird noises kept getting louder as he approached the door, and all he could do was open it slowly in order to inspect the corridor. Looking to the right, he saw nothing, but looking to the left, he also saw nothing, which was bad. Ms. Clotilda was there when I came in... Bentley thought in dread. A sigh escaped his lips as he opened the door to check and as he approached the spot where the old lady's corpse was, he noticed that the door of her apartment was open. Taking a deep breath, he entered, ready for the worst. As he entered, he sensed a very foul smell coming from inside which was why wore the gas mask.
Ms. Clotilda's apartment was similar to his except for the decoration. Lots of paintings, on the walls, some pretty lame looking decorations like dog statues, chirstian crosses and a few other stuff that Bentley didn't really know what it was. The living room had no TV, and had a nice chair with a floor lamp and a very small table that that Ms. Clotilda liked to use to read her erotic books. Ms. Clotilda has eyed my father and I on more than one occasion. He thought in disgust. Once he was all the way in, he noticed an open door which apparently led to one of the bedrooms. Quietly, he moved towards the room slowly, only to catch the sight of a familiar face.
"Frederico?" Bentley asked as he noticed that the person inside the room was none other than Ms. Clotilda's grandson.
"Hello, Bentley." He greeted him without bothering to look back.
Frederico was a man in his late twenties, he had a slightly recessed hairline in a short hairstyle, a clean shaven face, a aquiline nose and he was a hefty man and was quite massive, honestly, he was a pretty unattractive guy. He was wearing a nightshirt in the color gray. He was standing in a room that was identical to the living room in terms of decoration only that it had a bed inside but to Bentley's shock, in the floor next to the bed, there was the corpse of Ms. Clotilda that he saw earlier.
"W-" Before he could ask what he was doing, Frederico spoke first.
"Could you please help me move my grandmother to the bed please?" He politely asked the blond boy for help.
"Ummm..." The blond boy was confused, but he decided to help. "Sure." He placed the knife on top of a drawer that was right beside the door in order to help him move the old lady to the bed. Shit... He thought as he grabbed her legs while Frederico grabbed her torso. And the two lift the heavy corpse up and place it on top of the bed. Once she was on top of the bed, Bentley decided to ask. "Wh-" But before he could speak, Frederico gently grabbed Bentley and pushed him towards the door and basically tossed him out of the room. "Hey?"
"Get out of our house, Bentley." The man spoke before he shut the door on his face.
The confused boy didn't know how to respond to that, although there was something that he just remembered. "Hey, my knife, I need it." He said while he knocked on the door. "Frederico? At least give me my knife back." Knock after knock after knock and no response. "Come on..." Still, no response. "Goddammit..."
Bentley had no choice but to give up, he wanted to kick the door down and retrieve his knife but he realized that the poor guy just lost his grandma and is clearly mourning her loss. Taking a deep breath, he decided to go back to his apartment and try to find a clue for where the hell did Sophie go if she was indeed in his apartment. But as soon as he made his way back to the door, Bentley noticed something weird. Right before the front door, there was a bathroom on his right, a simple bathroom that didn't stand out in any way. Except for something that was on the sink, something that he thought was familiar. Taking a little look back to see if the bedroom door was still locked, he moved into the bathroom to check only to be shocked with something.
Inside of the sink, there was Bentley's denim jacket that he was using on the vacation. I... gave this to Sophie after I got bitten... He thought as he inspected the jacket. Immediately, he dropped the jacket and left the bathroom. Shit, shit, fuck! He thought as he searched around the apartment for Sophie. The only room that I didn't see was Frederico's. He thought as he moved towards the door on the opposite wall of Ms. Clotilda's bedroom. Okay, don't make any noise, you're only checking the place up. Moving quietly towards the room, Bentely approached a white door that led to Frederico's room. As he slowly opened, he was greeted by a horrible sight.
His whole room was filled with nerdy stuff, like action figures, anime and movie posters, action figures that look expensive, and a very elaborate computer setting. But the thing that he found horrifying, was the bed, which was a normal couple's bed. What was horrifying was the fact that Sophie was tied to the bed with rope wearing only green panties and a blue bra. Fuck! Bentley thought as he immediately moved to check on Sophie. "Soph, hey?" He whispered in an attempt to wake her up, she had an black eye, indicating that she got knocked out. "Please wake up..." The blond boy begged as he caressed the face of his redhead friend before he decided to untie her.
"I told you to get out of our house, Bentley." As soon as Bentley untied her left arm, he heard a voice coming from behind him. Turning around immediately, he saw Frederico standing by the door, covered in blood and he had something on his hand.
"Frederico, put the sword down." To Bentley's horror, the guy was carrying a Gothic Bastard Sword that Bentley actually remembers that he actually picked up in the post office for him. The blade was covered in blood and he has the feeling that it wasn't Walker's blood. "I don't know what exactly is going on, but we can solve this without the need for violence."
"It's always like this, isn't it?" The guy asked the blond boy. "It's always the pretty boys like you that get everything, don't they?"
Bentley made a confused face. "What are you talking about?" The guy wasn't making any sense.
"I do everything, everything for them to like me, but they always just use me and then push me aside for guys like you." There was a certain spitefulness in the guy's voice. "I protected her, I fed her, I kept her safe but all she did was take advantage of a nice guy like me and try to leave just like that, just like all of those other whores."
What the fuck is the crazy bastard talking about? The boy thought in deep confusion . "Look, man, I just want to check if my friend is okay." He tried to reason with him.
"She doesn't need any friends, now get out of our house." His neighbor spoke in a very strange tone that Bentley noticed while pointing towards the door.
Our? Is it referring to Sophie? Oh god, this guy is crazy, I can't leave Sophie alone with him. The blond boy immediately noticed that Frederico is not right in the head. "Okay, look, I'm just going to walk slowly towards the door and then you will never see me again, okay?" Take the bait, asshole.
He took two steps away from the door, as he pointed at it with a hateful face towards Bentley. The blond boy then moved towards the door slowly with his hands up, he walked slowly as he tried to plan what to do against a crazy guy with a sword while he was unarmed. On three. He thought as he was about to reach the door. One... two... THREE! The moment that he got close to the door and Frederico, instead of passing through the door frame, Bentley instead sucker punched Frederico in the face with his right hand. "AAHH!" His punch landed on his nose, which clearly broke due to the loud crack that he heard, and the damage was definitely extra as he was wearing hard knuckle tactical gloves. However, the punch wasn't enough to knock him out, just make him stumble back a bit and as soon as he regained his footing, he swung the sword at Bentley in deep fury. The teenager jumped back to evade the blade and passed through the door frame, ending up in the living room. As the massive man passed through the door frame with the bloody sword at hand and a furious expression on his face as his broken nose bled profoundly.
"Fuck you!" Bentley yelled as he tossed the small table that was in the living room at him. Which landed on his chest, which caused him to stumble back a bit, but he quickly shrugged it off. So he grabbed the floor lamp and used to block the incoming attack of his sword, which he swung downward at Bentley. Thankfully, the lamp was enough to stop the sword attack, and Bentley immediately followed by pushing him away with his right foot. Before he tried to swing the lamp at him to hit him with the heavy bottom, but he moved back and Bentley accidentally hit the wall hard and broke the lamp. Frederico followed by swinging the sword horizontally, but Bentley ducked and he hit his grandmother's chair instead. Which the blond boy capitalized by tackling the massive man, managing to take him to the floor. Immediately afterwards, Bentely Jones mounted Frederico and started to punch his face over and over again with both fists, and the damage was doubled thanks to the hard knuckle gloves."Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Bentley yelled as he pummeled his face nonstop. Eventually, Frederico's face was nothing but a bloody mess, which was when he finally stopped.
"Dammit..." The boy cursed as he was panting heavily.
"Rrrrr..." Suddenly, the blond boy hears a noise coming from his right. Moving his head, he notices that there was a Walker inside the house, the Walker was Ms. Clotilda.
All that the blond boy could do was sigh in response to her. Before he stood up from the floor and immediately picked the sword that Frederico was using to try to kill him up. "I'm sorry." He apologized to the old lady before he chopped her head off with the sword.
Thanks everyone for reading this chapter.
(NOTE: If anyone cares, the cover image is what Bentley Jones looks like.)
Questions and Answers:
im not a fan of clementine, but good luck with your fic, love your work
Thanks, I'm glad.
Nice first chapter
Hope Bentley can reunite with Clementine soon
I'm also hoping Negan and Bentley become friends
You know with Bentley having been bitten already and all that would be pretty neat if a side benefit of this is zombies are a lot less interested in him still has to mind them of course but say he's in a group the zombies will always go for others first
What I'm saying his his condition could throw off the zombies a bit
Bit of a shame it isn't a multiple pairing for Bentley
Glad to hear it.
It might take a while.
Spoiler alert: They're already friends.
Nah, Bentley is simply immune and can't get infected.
Sadly, that is not the case.
There maybe some casual sex, but he only has eyes for Clementine.