Subject: Drew

Carly is alive. She had become the experiment he feared she would, looks like a regular human, but destroyed anything in their path. "This can't be happening. I can't do this." Drew said. "What's that? You forfeit to a little girl?" Winston laughed along with his fellow men. "I can't kill her." Drew said as he witnessed Pinky emerge from the crowd. "Sure you can. You just have to try!" Winston said. "This is my sister. I can't kill her." Drew said. "Then I guess you have to die. Alcry, kill your brother." Winston commanded as Carly, now Alcry, made her way to him. "You don't want to do this Carly. I care about you." Drew said as Alcry tried to hit him. She landed a punch that could knock a brick wall down. She then kneed him in the gut and pushed him. "Carly. Don't make me do this to you." Drew warned.

"My name is Alcry!" She shouted landing a huge blow to the head. "I knew he was weak." Winston said. "I don't want to hurt you." Drew pleaded. "Then die!" Carly said hitting the side of his neck knocking him to the ground as she kicked him. "So be it." Drew said as he got up and tackled Alcry to the ground. He started to knee her in the stomach, punch her, and soon she reversed it by throwing him off with great strength for a small thing. Drew tried punching her throat but she caught it and twisted herself around and swept his leg. He only was down on one knee but it was enough for her to initiate a choking position. "Having fun?" She asked menacingly. "Want to stay for dinner?" Drew said as he slung her over his shoulder and elbowed her chest a few times. He then initiated a choking position, he had his left arm under her chin ready to break the neck and the other holding the back of her head. "Don't make me do this!" Drew yelled.

"Die in a hole! I never wanted you as a brother you failure!" She yelled as Drew snapped her neck like a twig. She went limp and she was officially dead. Drew held her in his arms almost regretting doing it, but it was life or death. "Fucking impossible!" Winston yelled. Drew then pushed her aside and got up. "I guess she was a bitch to begin with. Where is our cut Winston?" Drew asked. Winston was clearly agitated and ready to fight Drew if push came to shove, but he didn't. "Fine. Fuck it, I don't give a damn. Give them all that crap! Figures a superhuman experiment has fucking flaws! Just like any other story!" This had Drew extremely angered and he grabbed Winston by the throat. "She was more than an experiment! She was a person just like you and me; you think I won't snap your damn neck? Huh?" He yelled as people tried getting Drew off of Winston. He was finally free and Winston held his own neck trying to regain composure.

"You're a sick man! Come on boys, we are leaving this Hell, anyone who wants to stay go ahead! Leave the weapons and all that shit!" Winston was clearly enraged and he left with a majority of his men. All that was left from his group that stayed was a short Mexican male, possibly a former gangster, and a woman who seemed to be in her thirties, and a redneck in his twenties. They had no site of Derby anywhere in the crowd either. The Hispanic gangster walked up to Drew first to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm Carlos. Damn good fighting back there." He said in a heavy Spanish accent. "At what cost though? Do you know where Derby is?" Drew asked. "No man. I don't know any Derby guy. Maybe Tyler knows. Hey Tyler! You know who Derby is?" He asked. "Rich boy? Yeah he died a while ago; don't know why anyone would want him anyways. Too talkative." The redneck stated as he walked away. "Great. One term that was void from the beginning."

"That's how Winston works. Kind of a prick if you ask me, I had no choice but to work with the guy."

"Why is that Carlos?" Drew asked as he sat down on the steps. "Winston thinks smart, he sees a threat and destroys it. Somehow you guys are more of a threat to him than the big guy walking around New Coventry. Lost half our fighting men to that guy."

"What big guy?" Drew asked. "You've never seen him? Guy is bigger than a skyscraper, carries a huge chainsaw too, and rumor has it, he came out of that chemical plant, like your friends over there." He gestured to Crabblesnitch and Lola. "How can you tell Lola is one of them?"

"Pretty easy to spot a supreme being just by watching them fight. You seem like you took a dip in something too, the way you were fighting and all."

"I'm just a regular guy. I just got taught the right things I guess." Drew stated. "Yeah. By the way why did you act so weird around that girl, you had no problem tackling a few meatheads; what's up with you?" Carlos asked. "I was thinking the same thing." Jimmy said as he came and sat down next to the two. "That was her, Carly, my sister from back then. Now I know she's dead, or I kind of hope she is." Drew stated dryly. "Damn I had no idea. Sorry. If I had known that I would have stopped her, and try and talk Winston out of it, he listens to me more than anyone else, other than Jill." He pointed at the woman walking over. "Why her?" Drew asked. "Because I am the scientist of the group. I can also explain why she was acting the way she was. It's quite simple really she was brainwashed." Jill stated coldly. "I saw her get taken away by the undead. Her flesh was torn before my very eyes!" Drew yelled. "Not really. The Carly you saw get torn was a decoy at the church, however we rescued the real Carly before she could get killed. We tried to find you and help you, but we lost sight and had to leave since there had been more of them than we had previously intended. She volunteered herself for the experiment knowing all of the costs. We injected her with a groundbreaking virus that could make you superior to your fellow man, but unfortunately as we had just witnessed, failed to pass the test. You see Drew there is a reason behind your nightmares, and yes I know you have them, is because you repress many memories that got you here, basically anything in between the southern incident and your arrival here at Bullworth is all nothing but a blur. The only reason why you have the church dreams is because you have no other memory to hold on to, it is the one that scarred you the most, but it really is nothing in comparison to what happened to you in between the two memories." Jill stated.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Drew asked. "You are an experiment, a more proper word is you were an experiment. That is why you are the way you are, the way you are wired, but you had become more human than many other subjects. You developed a sense of freedom rather than latching onto commands, why you developed emotions in place of obedience, but as I have come to understand as of recently, you have grown into a superiority role rather than being emotionally attached. That is because the virus is spreading faster, it is a host that latches on to your brain and commands you to do what it wants. The virus unfortunately can only be countered by an alternative chemical imbalance, meaning if you had to do it, you would have to go to the chemical plant not far from here, and become one with the plant. The host in turn will die, and unfortunately for how much it has latched into your emotional and mental state; it will kill you in turn." Jill finished regretting stating this in such an emotional time. "So you're saying, I have to die?" Drew asked with Jimmy feeling his pain.

"Unless you can control the host and use it to your advantage. However it has never been done before, and unfortunately the chemicals are the only thing holding you back from total destruction, all you once loved will be gone, the people you knew crushed bones underneath your feet, and it pains me to say this, but if you have a loved one, you must tell them about what is destined to happen to you." Drew nodded his head in agreement, he couldn't confront Pinky, but he knew he had to do it. "I don't have anybody." Drew said with a surprised look from Jimmy. "But Pinky is your wife to be." He said. "I can't let her down easy, I have to try and make her push me away." Drew stated dryly. "Look Pinky may not be the brightest bulb in the house, but I am pretty sure she can spot something wrong with you if she tried. She has changed a lot since this all happened and you arrived. Try letting her down easy first, and if it doesn't work just leave anyway." Jimmy informed him. "It doesn't matter anymore. Let's just get this mess cleaned up." He pointed to everything around him. They all nodded in agreement. "So Carlos where do you hail from?" Drew asked jokingly.

"I have descendants from Mexico, Spain, Cuba, and even Russia, although I was born in Puerto Rico." Carlos said cleaning some blood. "I asked where you were from not your life story." Drew chuckled. "Eh, you know, just the slums and ghettos of the south I guess. I grew up moving a lot so I never had a real resting place." He explained. "I understand that one. How did you meet Winston? He seems to trust you from what you had told me." Drew said. "I ended up moving in with him when I was fifteen, my parents got tired of my shit, so they told me get out, and within a couple of days I was tight with Winston. He wasn't always an asshole; he used to charm the hell out of the neighborhood girls. He had a different girl every night for five years. That is until he finally wanted to settle down with a girl. He never told me about his gang activities until the night of the wedding reception. He opened up pretty hard about that one, and he just let every secret he kept, like how he paid rent and extra, why he came home late, how he got the girls. Everything I learned was from him, and soon after he was married I asked to join the gang. Winston became sort of emotional and hotheaded, and I didn't like it so I called him out. Still I couldn't bear to see him become so attached to her and struggling with the gang too. He wanted out of the life, the gang for good I mean, and my only advice was to follow his heart. What I didn't realize was that at some point the gang told him that his own wife was being a snitch and a slut and sleeping with other locals. He was sent on a mission to find her, and kill her for being a snitch. I should have told him to opt out of the gang, he just became even worse after killing her, and the thing was she wasn't snitching or even sleeping around. She was being raped on her way home, and so she just died innocent beyond measure, all because the gang told him little stories. He lost the love of his life because of corruption, and you lost your sister out of hatred and anger. Don't lose your soon to be bride because of the same reason he did. I know deep in my bones that Winston would take it back if he could, he doesn't talk about it, especially since he saw her again after the incident. As soon as the apocalypse broke out where we were, he saw her standing on a street corner staring at him not out of surprise, but out of hunger. He had no choice but to kill her again which only pained him further, and we found Bullworth, and we came, and soon enough he was at the top with nobody by his side. If it came down to it; would you kill your woman to save her from suffering?" Carlos asked Drew.

They both stood silent waiting for an answer and Drew just plopped down on the ground landing on a pool of blood. He now knew what Winston felt, and he may have tried to have him killed, it didn't matter anymore to him. He now regretted every false move he had made over the entirety of his conquests. He got up and tried brushing the blood off and Carlos watched his every move. "I hope so." Drew finally said as he gathered himself and looked around him. Alcry was laying there a blank look on her lifeless face.

Month 2 Day 15:

Subject: Gary Smith

Gary was finally outside again looking for supplies with Vance, Norton, Ted, and surprisingly Pete by his side. Pete only comforted him since he knew it was his little punching bag. "Well Pete, I never thought I would see you still alive. Let alone walking outside the gates during Hell breaking loose." Gary said with a smile. "Be careful Gary, you know what happened with Derby. I don't want to have to do the same thing and get in trouble." Pete stated. "Femme boy, relax a little. I'm just messing with you, for old times sake. I am impressed by you lacking the pink shirt, and replacing them with muscles." Gary said sarcastically. Pete took it as a compliment however. "Either way just be careful Gary, you may have been released from your inner sanctum, but we still have an eye on you." Pete stated threateningly. "I am also the only one with the brains to be far more superior than all of you. Save for that Drew kid who replaced Hopkins and turned him into a little bitch." Gary said with a smirk.

It was the first time anybody was compared to Gary and being called smart by him. "Well his head isn't in the right place at the moment. He's been losing his temper a lot and having a clear head isn't his forte. Besides Jimmy is still a leader in my eyes, even if Drew considers himself supreme leader, I feel like Jimmy will always be there to save the day." Pete confessed as Gary looked at him questioning his words. "You really think that pathetic excuse for a human being can actually save the day again? You're just as naïve as he is if you truly think Hopkins could even stand up to him or I. Wait a minute. Pete are you gay for Jimmy?" Gary said a smile brewing. "Very funny Gary." Pete said shoving past him. "Answer the question little boy. Just because you have muscles doesn't mean I can't kick your ass if I have to." Gary laughed at the thought of Pete being able to fight him. Pete stomped straight up to Gary sizing him up.

"To think I had thought you would change because of all of this happening. You want to go I am more than willing to teach you a valuable lesson." Pete said anger welling up. "Pete calm down." Vance said quickly. "Yeah Pete. Back the hell off." Gary said bumping Pete back. "You aren't the only one who has been working out lately." Gary said lifting his shirt to reveal a six-pack Pete never knew he had. He didn't let his guard down, Gary may be lean and fast but Pete felt strength could outmatch speed. "Where did you get the fake abs?" Pete asked taunting Gary for what seemed like a real threat to Gary. "Funny Pete. I had a ton of free time when I wasn't out chasing wolves with a spear. I did a bunch of exercising and gained some muscle. It should be obvious the kind of routines I did, I have become similar to Jimmy's body type. Though I shouldn't bore you with the details you won't listen to anyways." Gary said hitting his palm with his fist. "Guys." Vance tried calling. "I'm sorry Gary, I couldn't hear you over the loud bullshit coming out of your mouth." Pete said. "Guys…" Vance dragged the word out. Gary feigned a sneeze. "I'm sorry I am allergic to little girls acting tough." Gary said cackling. "Guys!" Vance yelled finally getting their attention. He pointed over to the tunnel entrance to the carnival and they all saw a monstrous thing standing in the entryway. "What the fuck is that thing?" Pete asked quietly.

The beast came out of the tunnel wielding a chainsaw bigger than what it should be. "Is that the thing those guys were talking about?" Ted asked. Pete nodded. "We really shouldn't start anything with it though. He does have a damn chainsaw." Pete said backing away. "He may have that but we have guns." Norton said wielding a large fully automatic assault rifle. He walked closer to the beast and stopped about twenty yards away and sprayed bullets in its direction. The beast moved slowly and kept walking despite all of the bullets hitting it. "Son of a bitch!" Norton yelled as he fumbled with the gun finding another clip to put in but before anyone knew it the beast started running faster than anyone anticipated heading straight for the large greaser. "Norton run!" Vance yelled. He was too late and the beast knocked the greaser to the ground and sawed into his abdomen. "Fucking run!" Ted yelled as the boys sprinted back to the school hoping the beast wouldn't follow.

Gary looked behind him and realized the beast was in full motion nonstop to the boys. "Split up, he can't get all of us!" Gary yelled as the boys followed his command. Gary jumped over the bridge railing into the water and realized the beast ran past him. He swam to shore once he knew the coast was clear and walked through the sand. The sand stuck to whatever wet part of him touched it. He soon realized he wasn't too far from a large group of the undead. "Fuck me!" He said going the other direction though the undead followed him faster than he anticipated. "What kind of injustice is there in this world of ours that makes the slowest fucking monsters faster than a lightning bolt?" He complained in his running as he made his way up the ramp and past the boxing gym. He soon realized he found himself in a nesting ground for baby wasps in the park. The wasps grew larger and he soon realized their mothers and possible fathers would be back soon.

He didn't take any chances and he ran the other way after seeing one of the eggs begin to hatch. He caught sight of the sprinting zombies and he turned the corner close to the carnival entrance and headed for Bullworth. He soon realized that he would not be the only one in trouble. Unfortunately of all the luck in the world Ted the dimwitted jock led the monster straight into the gates of Bullworth. Now it was the monsters playing field in there as he soon realized people were losing their minds over the monstrosity they came to fear. He could hear complete mayhem erupting inside the school; which reminded him of his ploy the previous year. Instead of just hearing fists, he heard gunshots, girls screaming terrified, blood splattered along the walls, chainsaw revving, and to make matters worse, the undead were forming over the bridge. Gary wasted no time running back into the gates of Bullworth to seek something out that could aid in the fight. He knew it was too late to block the gates, or even close them since the gate and archway was destroyed leaving the school wide open for attack.

He had to look for a destructive weapon and fast. He muttered curses under his breath. This wasn't like him, any other time if he would see chaos at the school he hated, he would have whistled and kept walking. This time he knew he had nowhere to go since the park and surrounding areas would be housed by the large wasps, the streets of the Vale and old Bullworth Vale would be overrun by the undead, and now the monstrous wielder of a large chainsaw was terrorizing Bullworth and its people. He now knew what the Indians must have felt like once the American people stormed their land, took their crap, killed their people, and forced them to move. He knew going on in this moment that it probably wasn't as terrifying but pretty fucked up nonetheless. He tried finding the cache of weapons; which the terrified students and "Soldiers of Fortune" he heard the leader call them once were already raiding. Luckily he was able to move past the people once they cleared out with their assault rifles, pistols, and various other weapons. Unfortunately there was no weapons left other than the one Gary had been looking for, seems completely unlikely for a good weapon now, but he felt he had to gain the trust back of everyone, even if they hated him.

He pulled out the armbands and put them on and tested them out. He flicked out the blades and saw them for the first time in ages. He knew nobody could take his secret weapon in a time like this. He walked outside with them on as chaos spread quickly when the undead piled into the school. Three zombies came up to him as he sliced a head off of one, and stabbed the other two in the forehead. He made his way to where a ton of bullets had been sprayed for the past twenty minutes and saw the monstrosity in front of him swing a load of different people off of him and his precious chainsaw. He looked Gary square in the face and Gary realized the beast had a dark ebony face and body. It seemed like he had no face, but he looked closer and realized what this thing was. He saw this in an old book he read in the library about mythology, or religion, or something. He saw the beast for what it was and realized it was Osiris the Egyptian God of death. He wondered for a brief moment why he wielded a chainsaw.

Soon he could see Osiris charging at him and he jumped to the side and attempted a run up the beasts back. Anubis swung Gary off of him and tried to lunge the chainsaw through Gary but he rolled over dodging in the knick of time. He climbed again up the giants back and this time scaling his back with the hidden blades. It sent a shock through the beast's body since nearly every time it stuck into his spine. Soon Gary was at the top of Anubis and he soon ejected the hidden blade into the beast's head, and if he were nothing the beast soon fell and Gary hopped off of the lifeless beasts back. He thought striking a pose was overcompensation in many other eyes so he didn't bother just brushed off invisible dust as the undead continued ensuing chaos around him. He found himself face to face with numerous undead as he continued slicing heads off and making the once lively bodies lifeless again. Soon the chaos had finished and Gary was left helping pick the pieces up, although the body of Osiris mysteriously disappeared and the chainsaw was still left there. He assumed Osiris had disappeared into thin air and got redeemed or some stupid mythological story. "That was some reckless killing." Said a female from behind him. "You could thank me you know." Gary stated sarcastically. "I can tell you're a friendly type." She stated. "Who are you? I don't think I have seen you before." Gary asked.

"You have met me before actually. Not a proper introduction though, and I haven't really been seeing you outside of the library." She explained. "You only answered half of my question." He stated. "Sorry. Holly Price. I have heard of you and it doesn't seem like you hate everyone too bad." Holly told Gary. "Nowhere else to go." He shrugged. "Well Gary, I believe you have a more sensitive side than you show everybody." Holly explained with a smile. "Have you been spying on me?" Gary said taken back. "Funny. I know what you've done, and you may be crazy, but I truly think you have a softer side." She explained getting closer. "I'd rather you didn't get near me. Just because I saved everybody's ass from an Egyptian God with a chainsaw, and fended off numerous undead, it doesn't mean I have a soft side. I still hate everyone, and I even thought of just going off on my own. More of the people are dying now; Osiris could still be out there, a large nest of fresh wasps at the park, and a corrupt leader that probably is going to kill him sooner or later. Thanks to that stuck up little prep girl. Figures and I thought he was as smart as I am, a real leader doesn't fall for a woman and give up his duties to take care of her." He stated darkly.

"I think a real leader balances it out. Not overworks himself to death, or take care of his woman full time, I think he balances his work hours with his personal hours. Like a nine to five job." She said Gary not liking the comparison. "Unfortunately he can't be on just a nine to five shift, he has to be on his guard at all times and ready to fight if he has to. Speaking of where the hell was he during all this chaos?" Gary asked a little agitated. "He said he had a personal errand to run, Pinky was concerned since he talked a lot of suicide, and she sent Jimmy to look after him from a distance, to see what he was up to." Holly stated. "Great, send her former slave to look after her new slave. I don't think she could last a day without attention or someone serving her." Gary stated chuckling. "Well from what I have seen, she must have changed dramatically from a snobby little brat to a fine young lady." Gary shuddered at the thought of comparing Pinky, or any girl at this school and saying they are a 'fine young lady'. "Good joke. What is she pregnant or something?" Gary asked coldly.

"Wouldn't surprise me, that Mandy chick is getting a bit of a belly, it wouldn't surprise me if the next girl in line is Pinky, if she already isn't." Holly said laughing a bit. "Gross. Who would want to see a snobby clone, or a child that looks like Pinky and has webbed toes?" Gary stated. Holly broke into laughter as people around her were a bit freaked out over hearing the sound of happiness they had sought for and forgotten. "I don't know. Still our leader isn't too happy with her now though. He kept pushing her away and taking her back, rinse, and repeat. She even complained about not getting anything in bed. For a stuck up princess she seems to love something she probably never even knew about. Still I can't help but wonder when the two idiots will be back." Holly said as Gary now went into a small laughter. "Who cares? Two bastards out in the broken world probably getting killed, I may not mind that too much. No more dictatorship, or democracy, and who even cares about our system of government? We could do whatever we wanted." Gary stated.

"I don't know Gary. Wouldn't chaos break out and everyone be dead?" Holly asked in a very serious tone. Gary tried choosing his words carefully. "I don't care much. I'd honestly believe people would be better off without a large group. I'd rather go it alone myself." Gary stated. "I was on my own too. I lost my brother, he was in the military before hell broke loose down south, and he tried protecting me but he ended up dead. The only thing I have left in his memory is his dog tags. Shit happens though right?" She asked trying to brush the subject off. "Fascinating. I have work to do so if you don't mind." He said walking away Holly following after. "I thought we were hitting it off pretty well. Why'd you just stop talking all of a sudden?" Holly asked. "I don't really enjoy other peoples company in case you didn't notice. Even being here without torturing someone is just too dull. Speaking of a couple of people are off wandering the streets of Bullworth somewhere." Gary stated as Holly stopped in her tracks. Gary didn't really care, he knew it would stop her, and he continued on with a smile on his face. Despite all of this he knew Pete had to be saved before Hopkins came back and spit in his face or something. Pete could probably handle himself and didn't need much help, despite the fact he is still a dainty little fairy compared to the rest of the boys'. He chuckled at the thought and found a place to sit in privacy.

A/N Sorry folks, I'm back, tired, and just a bit sick. Ended up finding an abandoned kitten, that's why I couldn't post monday or yesterday. Kept me up most of the night, and even more during the day. As for last week I've had some stuff going on, mostly trying to plan out my very first story to send to a publishing company. I've been planning out ideas on what to do with it, but the basic gist of it is an actor is a vigilante hero. To add to all of it he basically has a background of being experimented on and he is technically a refugee unaware of being on the run from a major underground organization called IRIS. He's also got a team of heroes including one who's a pilot, another who was a stage performing magician, and an African refugee turned successful doctor. The leader is the only one who could be considered the one with superpowers, but he has to train himself to use them as well as adapt to anything thrown at him. So he takes the old saying "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" very seriously. I've also been in the works to make a script for a separate project as well as thinking up new ideas to post here. Mostly GTA fanfics, as well as others. It's likely they'll be short, but they'll be fun to read if i can make it good enough. Other than that I've tried getting in contact with a few buddies to start doing multiplayer gaming videos as a hobby. So as you can imagine there's been a lot more going on recently as far as just life and things in general, I may also start up writing reviews or posting opinions on entertainment. I've also got a small podcast I'll be joining soon to talk about video games, and maybe other things as well on a segment. There's definitely been a lot of things I've had to work out, and I'm still in the process of finding the best ways to go about it. Other than that I know I've been continually pushing the chapters out later than I want to, but I've just had a lot of different things going on that I'm trying to do. So if I post something be sure to leave an opinion or favorite, or even just visiting and spreading the word to other fans and FF readers, because I try my best to make the stories as good and entertaining as possible, and mind you some of my stories may be a bit older than you might expect, like this one as it says has been in the works for a long time, and since then I've tried improving my writing style as well as story and character development and sometimes it can be a lack thereof. So there's a good chance some fanfics will be written completely different as well as lengthwise there's probably a huge difference more or less for reasons of ideas that got trashed, or I wanted to approach a new story instead and wanted to wrap this one up. There was a lot of ideas I had at the beginning of the writing of this that I altered, I didn't originally want Drew to be an experiment, and as you can probably tell I originally had Carly as more of a Girlfriend figure as opposed to a sisterly one. I actually cut an entire day out from the story primarily because it wasn't a necessary component. Also if there are subjects in this story that offend you, such as the idea of Lola sending Russell to get tampons, and the unintentional forms of racism, well I did warn you it was going to have a lot more than just a simple story. However, if it does offend you I apologize, but you shouldn't get offended anyway. No disrespect, but if you're offended by a word or some kind of misinformation about genders or race, then you probably shouldn't be on the Internet. That being said I am simply a Hispanic young male, call me a wetback neckbeard racist if you'd like, because I know what I am and I could care less what someone else calls me. So with that being said stay sweet readers, and don't let anybody tell you that you can't do something with your life. Don't let anything in the world break you, and if it does, wrap it up, pick up your weapon, and keep going. Life is too short to let someone or something try and break you down to something you're not.