Hey everyone and welcome back to The hellish world we live in! Last time we learned that… Bill was alive and well, (Carver for all of you that didn't know) Yeah. So, uh, just saying, I'm going through really hard period in my life so I don't update often, plus I am currently attached to a forum, The official walking dead forum. (Come and join, advertising, I know.)But anyway, this random piece of crap as usual.
Will's POV
"The hell?!" I said, looking at the one and only Carver, with only one arm left, the right one, with the left one being a messily stump now. Carver walked up to me and smiled at the expression on my face.
"Must have missed me, huh?" Carver said, looking at the group, standing behind him.
"We ALL have missed them, haven't we?" The men nodded eagerly. Carver then knelt down to my height.
"Though we don't take very kindly to our base of operations being destroyed by a huge fucking walker horde." Carver slapped me across my face and I could taste blood. He then proceeded to kick me, a very painful experience.
"Get the girl!" Carver called out and then looked back at me.
"And the generator. We're going to have a little bit of fun, aren't we?" Carver said, smirking down at me.
"Fuck…you…" I groaned out. Carver laughed and kicked me again.
"Keep resisting all you want, little man, you're time is running short." After a short while, they dragged out a body with a head over it. I could tell the person was still alive by the fact that they were tied behind the back and was wrestling against the men's hold. The person was then pushed to the ground and the bag was taken off, revealing Meghan with a gag in her mouth, stripped down to a bra and panties. Next, three men carried a large generator and placed it beside me, hooking the power cables to my arms. Carver walked up to me again.
"Now, we're going to have some fun, first, after we're done strapping you onto the generator, we're going to shock you, just enough so it won't kill you but enough to keep you awake for long enough. Then, we're going to make you watch me have my way with her." Carver said, pointing to Meghan. Her eyes grew wide and tears began to form. I then kicked Carver kicked in the dick, with Carver bending over in the pain.
"Fuck…You…You sick son of a…bitch." I mumbled under my breath. Carver glanced up at me and snarled.
"For that, we'll keep the generator running twice as long." Suddenly, an electric shock coursed through my body and I jerked in my restraints. Carver smirked.
"Like that, huh? Good." Carver then started to approach Meghan and she tried to back up but was kicked by the guards and forced to stay still. Carver then knelt down to Meghan and removes her remaining clothes. I looked away only for an armed guard to slap me hard and I was forced to watch in pain.
James's POV
I walked through the camp as the last of the walls began to come up. Suddenly, a gun was fired off in the distance, only for a man to come out of the woods. I raised a discarded hunter's rifle I found after the attack. Others began to raise their guns.
"I'm not here for any trouble; I'm…here to warn you." He said, with a slight British accent.
"What do you want?" A man called out, not lowering his hands.
"Food, water, shelter?" The man shook his head.
"Nah, I'm here to warn you of an oncoming storm."
"What kind of storm?" A woman called out while two children hid behind her.
"There's an army on the approach, a real nasty group, them."
"Who are they?" I called out. The man glanced at me.
"Let's just say you wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alleyway. They've already taken over Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Central America, all of the southern states, and their coming for here next." A man in the now gathering crowd outside the gate scoffed.
"A group isn't large enough anymore to control that much land!" The man shook his head.
"It isn't just one group, it's a combination of multiple ones, the worst kind, and they eat other people for fun. They kill for fun. These people are drug lords, criminals, thieves, assassins, terrorists, you name it."
"This is a bunch of bullshit!" A man called out, heading back inside.
"You'll die if you stay!" The man at the gate called back. He ignored him and kept walking inside. The man outside the gate shook his head.
"Another life, already taken before it has…"
"So, if this…storm is coming, what are we supposed to do?" The same woman with the two children called out.
"Pack up you're things and leave." He said simply, looking around at the crowd.
"You're expecting us to just leave, like that?" I called out. The man shrugged.
"You don't have to; it's your choice really." And with that, he began to head back into the forest.
"Where are we supposed to go? Wellington?" I said. He laughed without turning back to face us.
"Wellington can't possibly prepare against this. You're best chance as of now is to head up north, too New York City, there, you will find you're final sanctuary."
"Also, they'll be here in about… a week." And with that, he left, disappearing into the trees.
An hour later
"What do we do now?" Sal whispered/shouted. Our small group, or what was left, was huddled together in a tent.
"I say we get the fuck out of here." Mike said.
"If what that man said is true, we'll be fucked if we don't leave soon!"
"I still have that van out back, with a few days-." Jose started to be interrupted by Shiana.
"A few DAYS?!" We don't have a few days!" Sal looked at me.
"What about you James?"
[Fix the van]
[Leave right fucking now]
Finally, a choice! Review, review, review!