Where Do We Go From Here
Fluffy-142
Sup Bros? Back once again on this fine day to bring you the next part of the story. I had some trouble wording this one, so there might be some "What?" moments. Other than that, try to enjoy the story as best you can.
Chapter 6: Robert Again
"Come on, let's get to work." James inquired as we finished up the small bowels of slimy oatmeal from the vendors. "We can find something better to eat from the Alley later." Gathering up our stuff, and depositing our somewhat empty bowels in the bus-bin at the counter, we make our way down the street. Passing the rows and rows of tents, buildings, and other vendors, we arrive at the Alley. Veering off the road before any of the soldiers notice, we plunge into its dark contents.
Sliding past the makeshift barrier of junk that fill most of the other side streets, the world opens up.
The street is packed with its usual 100's of people buying and selling most anything of value. Walking past a booth that sells fight dogs, I hear Rebecca and Jess' awes of delight as the dogs bark angrily and lunge at them from the inside of the large kennel.
"Can we buy a dog? Please, I want a puppy." Rebecca's plead sounds are closely mixed with the more agitated barking of the animals. I remember her saying that the first time we found the Alley, and she won't stop until she gets one.
"You know what those dogs are bred for, to kill."
"But that's the cool part!" Jess voice now rings out playfully from in front of the biggest dog with matted Brindle fur, and the attitude of a starved Clicker.
"Sorry Miss, these dogs are all reserved for the big fight on Sunday. Unless you're willing to pay in some other matter." Leaning up against the fence, with a seductive voice that a baby could do better, he smiles wittily.
"Well, in that case…" she moves in closer, but only to dislocate his jaw with her open fist. "Take that to the bank, and stick it up your ass!" As the man writhes on the ground, cradling his face in his hands, Jess flips her blond locks over her shoulders and stomps on the man's groin before her and Rebecca continue on with us down the Alley. After a while, Alyssa pipes up.
"So, what are we doing back here? We're only here on runs for… Hell no."
"You guessed it. Heard what happened to Debra, and he took off with our guns. Bastard doesn't know that it's not right to steal what's not his. Think we might want to pay him a friendly visit, and discuss the matter with him." Saying it with all the anger in my voice that I can muster, we arrive at the Bridge. The normal thugs guarding the way to Robert's HQ are not the smartest group of people, but they'll do most anything for a wad of cash or some ration cards. Those things have really gone far in the past few years.
"So, what do we have here? Another volunteer for the fighting tournament." Looking over to my right, there's a large group of men surrounding a pair of guys in a caged enclosure, beating the shit out of each other. Seeing what he intends, I'm not sure if he's joking, or he wants the shit beaten out of him.
"I don't know, I'm not really into fighting for sport. I'm more of a survival kind of guy. You know, what with all of the infected behind the Wall, think you would've lasted this long?" I say as I slowly grab him by the collar and lift him into the air. Our faces inches away from each other, I say silently into his ear,
"We wouldn't want any accidents today do we?" He shakes his head quickly side to side. "Good, now where would your good friend Robert be today?"
"He's at the old warehouse in Area 5, I swear!"
"Thank you for your cooperation, have a nice day." Dropping him on the ground we turn heel and head for the South 5 checkpoint, leaving the Alley behind.
We arrived at the checkpoint. It wasn't much, except for the military trucks and soldiers everywhere.
"You got the papers right?" I ask Alyssa as we approach the soldier on duty.
"Yeah, of course I do. Have I ever let you down?" I try not to mention the one time In Louisiana, in the bayou. I don't like to talk about it. Pushing those unhappy memories into the back of my mind, the guard asks us for our ID.
"What's your business here?"
"Got the day off, we're going to visit some family." Lying through my teeth, and with the fake ID, we're through.
"Right this way sir."
"Thanks have a good one."
"You too-"As we walk through the first gate, a military truck passes through ahead of us, and suddenly explodes.
"Get Down!"
"Fireflies!"
"Fucking shoot them!" The following barrage of gunfire knocks down two of the checkpoint, and another 5 push past us through the checkpoint.
"Get this checkpoint sealed NOW!" There goes the easy route. Retreating from the mix of blood gunfire, and explosions, we enter the apartment building Alyssa has pointed out. With no other place to go, we plunge into its semi lit depths. Slowing down, we walk past a number of doors on the first floor. Most of them are unoccupied. Others contain curious heads peeking through cracks in their doors.
"Well, there goes the easy route." Jess's annoyed voice pierces the silent plodding of our shoes on the worn carpet of the corridor.
"Any guards?" I ask the man at the end of the hall.
"Just checked, nothings out there." Nodding my thanks, we turned right at the end of the hall. Passing through another row of apartments, we arrive. Opening the door to a small break room, who's only contents were a few men, a flickering TV, and a small wardrobe.
"Someone want to help me?" I ask sarcastically as I struggle to push it aside.
"I got you covered." James walks over and gets into position.
"On 3, 1-2-3!" The combined force of two grown men on the wardrobe send it flying across the room, toppling over in the corner.
"Dammit, thanks for the mess Dick Head." One of the men inquires, looking at what's left the wardrobe.
"Sorry, got a little carried away." Climbing through the revealed opening, one by one, we drop down into the small basement.
Hope you've enjoyed this chapter. I've watched the play through of The Last of Us by Pewdiepie to get most of the details right. If you found something wrong, review it, and give me the criticism.
Fluffy-142