Wyatt story
41 days in
Wyatt's POV
It was dark and quiet, nothing happened until a car started rushing down the road. The road was near a diner, but the diner is not in focus right now. The focus is on these two people in this car that are rushing down the road.
"God, this is so f*****," the man with a beanie said, super afraid and scared. "Why the hell did you shoot that guy, man? What the hell was that?" Wyatt said, shocked and scared at the same time. That situation was so f***** up, he thought to himself.
"I didn't mean to do it, it just happened, okay? Where the f*** were you with a warning?" the man that Wyatt knew was Eddie, his best friend as well as a stoner.
"Me? You're putting this on me? I didn't see the guy either. I was more worried that those dudes upholding guns are on us," Wyatt was cut off. "S***, dude, how did they catch up to us?" Eddie said, more afraid than before. This made Wyatt look over towards the back window of their truck or SUV or whatever the f*** it was. Getting out of this situation was all that Wyatt cared about, but it looked like it would be a little harder than that.
Wyatt was able to see the outline of a truck; he could tell because it had six lights on it, and Wyatt wasn't sure why someone would need that many lights. "Who gives a s***? Just drive!" Wyatt yelled.
Once again, Wyatt was cut off, but not by Eddie, by a gunshot hitting the back window of their car. Wyatt instinctively ducked, making Eddie swerve but quickly regain control. Now they were in a steady chase with this truck, and Wyatt didn't know what they should do.
"Hurry up, Eddie!" yelled his best friend, who was always the smartest one. If anyone could get them out of this, it would be Eddie.
"Here, man, shoot!" Eddie pulled out a magnum from his pocket. Wyatt waited for Eddie to give a response, and when he didn't, he grabbed the magnum and aimed it toward the truck. Hoping to maybe shoot the guy, but that was probably not realistic. However, if he was going to hope for something, it would be that.
"Get it, man!" Eddie encouraged as he started unloading on the truck. While shooting, he kept hearing Eddie say, "Jesus, man, Jesus," or "God, this is so f***** up. I didn't mean for this to get this f***** up. F***." Other profanities followed, hurting Wyatt's concentration. However, Wyatt was able to focus enough to shoot one of the truck's headlights, making the driver veer off the road, possibly into a side road. He didn't know, but he was just relieved that they lost him.
"Holy s***, man, did you get him? Are they back there?" Eddie asked, wanting an answer from his best friend.
"F*** if I know!" Wyatt said. Eddie was seriously getting on his nerves. "What does that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked, not sure what Wyatt was talking about.
"It means he could be back there, but I don't know if they are. Could be back there for all I know," Wyatt yelled, getting frustrated with Eddie. Eddie frowned. "Here, how about we turn over here?" Wyatt then saw a side road that he wasn't sure the guy went into a few miles back. Who knows if he might still be in that area, but it seemed like Wyatt didn't care. He just went and turned like a dumbass, Wyatt thought to himself.
They started going down this side path, and stupidly, Eddie just turned off the lights. Now, they couldn't see anything; it was pitch-black darkness. Wyatt could barely see his hands, let alone the road. Wyatt then gave a glare.
"Don't give me that look, man. I'm not being a ****. I'm being smart. No lights means they can't see us, Eddie justified his actions."
Wyatt didn't know what to say. Eddie did have a point; no lights meant they couldn't be easily seen. "I guess that makes sense," Wyatt said, not entirely convinced but understanding it was the best chance they had to survive.
"Yeah, it makes sense," Eddie growled at Wyatt. "God, I can't believe we're in this F***," Wyatt said, not sure how his life came to this.
"Please don't barf yet, okay? This road is straight; we'll be fine," Eddie reassured Wyatt. "At least slow down," Wyatt tried to reason with his best friend, but he knew better than anyone that if Wyatt was shaken up or stressed, you couldn't easily reason with him.
"What the s***, no! Did you see that one dude's eyes, man? He's ****** gone. I don't want that dude in my life," Eddie said, shaking as he spoke. Wyatt became concerned. "Dude, you're covered in this guy's blood," Wyatt pointed out, not entirely sure why he said that. Maybe the stress was getting to him.
"I know, Wyatt. My shirt is soaked," Eddie said, a little annoyed at the comment. He was always really touchy about his clothes, which annoyed Wyatt. They didn't say anything; they just needed to survive. "They just needed to say, 'Hey, that dude's taking a **** over there,'" Eddie said, not particularly to Wyatt but more to himself.
"I told you not to bring that gun," Wyatt said, knowing too well that Eddie had a really bad trigger finger. He almost got them killed when they were practicing at the gun range that one time. "F*** right off, Wyatt. Those guys were going to kill us, take all our F***," Eddie argued.
"You don't know that," Wyatt said. He wasn't dumb; he knew he couldn't see the future. "Yes, I do. That gun saved your chubby ass. Look, Wyatt, all I know is those guys had me all jacked up, like I was on speed or something. I was just on edge, you know," Eddie explained. Wyatt could tell Eddie was feeling bad for what he had done, and Wyatt couldn't help but feel responsible as well. "Then I was like I was watching that."
these brains come out of his skull," Eddie said, just zoning out for a few minutes, kind of scared because he was driving. But he immediately snapped out of it. "I'm sorry, man. I..." He stopped what he was going to say. Wyatt needed to figure out how to cheer up his friend because he felt bad for him going through something like that. Wyatt couldn't even imagine what it would be like to see a man die right in front of him—messed up stuff.
"Well, thanks for getting us out anyway, I guess," Wyatt said, grateful. Ever since this entire ordeal began, he and Eddie had only grown closer as friends, and Wyatt felt like he wouldn't have survived this long without him.
A few moments passed, but then, to Wyatt's relief, Eddie turned on the front car lights. "Let there be light," Wyatt said jokingly, as well as to antagonize his friend.
"Dude, shut up," Eddie said. A few moments of silence passed. "See, it's fine. The road's straight, as my dick," Wyatt said, cracking a smile, and Eddie couldn't help but join in. The guys were just having a good time, and making jokes, and the atmosphere changed from one of dread to one of happiness and laughter.
"Do you think we're in the clear?" Eddie asked Wyatt.
"Not until we get out of this fog. I can barely see anything even with the lights," Wyatt said, giving his honest opinion.
"Oh, so do you want the lights off? 'Cause I thought you'd see better if the lights were on," Eddie antagonized Wyatt, making Wyatt frown.
"Was that a pun?" Wyatt asked, joking around with his friend.
"No, idiot," Eddie said, annoyed.
"I know," Wyatt said, still amused by the joking around. There were a few moments of silence, but then both of them started bursting out in laughter. The entire atmosphere changed from one of dread to one of happiness and laughter. The guys were just having a good time.
"All right, let's Tom Cruise out of here," Eddie said, trying to say something cool but sounding more corny than anything else.
"Really, Wyatt?" he asked, super confused. When did Wyatt ever watch a Tom Cruise movie? Of course, he was pretty interested in Tom Cruise and his movies. His favorite movie was Top Gun, after all. But he had to see it himself because Eddie wouldn't come with him—the a******. It was kind of weird to him.
"Hey, see if there's any sticky in the glove box," Eddie said.
Wyatt looked at the CD player and reminded himself of a funny memory. "Remember when TJ got high? He tried to put a pancake in the CD player," Wyatt asked his friend, chuckling to himself.
"No," Eddie said. He didn't look towards the main driver.
window, and you couldn't see anything. "I can't see anything through this fog; it's kind of creepy," Wyatt said, unnerved.
"Who are you talking to?" Eddie asked.
"Obviously, you," Wyatt replied.
"Oh, what did you say again?" Eddie asked, curious.
"I forgot," Wyatt said, not wanting to repeat himself.
"Oh, okay," Eddie simply said. "Well, it's really foggy," Wyatt stated.
"Whoa, it's foggy! Holy s***, I didn't think that would happen," Eddie said in surprise, clearly being sarcastic, though.
"Shut up," Wyatt simply said.
Eddie decided to go and get the sticky from the glove box. "I don't see anything," Wyatt said.
"Dude, it's in there. Look harder," Eddie urged.
"What I do see is that ammo that you lost last week," Wyatt said, clearly angry about that.
"Oh my God, really? Was there any weed?" Eddie asked.
"No," he urged. Wyatt grabbed the ammo and started putting it into the revolver just in case they had to deal with those things. Wyatt still didn't want to get used to them. It was bad enough having to deal with assholes, but now they had dead assholes. What has this world come to?
"This one time, you know, I was going out with this girl, right? Abigail, you know her. When she was five, her dad took her to the circus sideshow. They walked around. So, they check out two heads, some dude with lobster hands, some sort of monkey-human with a dick for a face She also said she saw a little girl the size of some apple, but I call b******* on that one. The point is, she sees this guy butt naked and singing this weird... That's when Eddie noticed Wyatt wasn't listening to him, so he asked, "Are you listening to me, man?" Eddie asked.
"The guy peed on her dad," Wyatt blurted out, needing to say this. That's why Eddie put the gun back, fully loaded. The story happened in a flash. One minute, they were driving down the road; the next minute, there was a guy on the road, and they hit that guy. He tried not to hit a tree, which he succeeded in, but it took him a while to control the car. Eventually, they took a direct stop. Their car was sideways, not flipped over, just sideways on the road, facing the tree line.
playing tricks on him, but he couldn't be sure. He squinted, trying to focus on the darkness beyond the fog.
"What the... This f****** fog, this night is so f*****, man," Eddie said, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Wyatt then started noticing what he could only assume were eyes in the forest. But there were more of them. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but he couldn't be sure. He squinted, trying to focus on the darkness beyond the fog.
moment they were there, and the next moment, they were gone. "I think he was alive," Wyatt said, still not quite sure. Without any warning, Eddie punched the dashboard in frustration. Wyatt couldn't blame him, though; if he wasn't so shocked, he would do the same thing.
"Let's see if there's anything around the car. You know, anything that could tell us if this dude was actually alive or if he's dead. If he's alive, we're not leaving," Eddie said. "Okay, man, it wouldn't be right," Eddie said. Wyatt didn't know how to feel right now. Should he feel fear or frustration? This could be just a wild goose chase, and they could get killed. Lately, he and Eddie had been getting into goose chases and almost getting themselves killed.
"How about another one? It's not like it's going to get any better," Wyatt decided to roll down the windows to get a better view. "Come on, man, that window is broken; the car's inside," Eddie said, concerned about the car. "It's the only way out of here, so if they somehow break it, who knows if they'll make it. I can't see through the cracks," Eddie continued.
"It's fine," Wyatt gestured to the empty road. It was still foggy, so he couldn't see exactly what was there, but there was nothing. Eddie's expression suggested he wasn't convinced. "Dude, what is that on the broken center?" Eddie asked, and Wyatt decided to look into the glove box for no apparent reason. "Seriously, man, you think a piece of that dude somehow got into the glove box?" Eddie said, throwing some remarks at Wyatt. "Man, I don't know," Wyatt said, frustrated.
"Do you think that blood on the windshield is fresh or rotten?" Eddie asked, looking towards the blood-covered windshield. "Does that blood look fresh to you?" Wyatt asked. "Yeah, it looks kind of dark, though," Eddie responded, still unconvinced. This made Wyatt even more annoyed. "Yeah, damn," Wyatt said, not sure what else to say. "It's just pretty gnarly."
He looked over towards the broken side mirror. "They had a piece of a shirt, looks like a piece of a shirt," Wyatt said. "But plenty of dead guys got shirts on. Keep looking," Eddie ordered. Wyatt, for some odd reason, decided to touch the CD player. "Dude, stop messing around. We need to know what's going on," Eddie urged. "Okay, okay, geez," Wyatt said, remembering the good old tunes on the radio. Those were really good days.
Wyatt looked out of the window, and after looking hard, he was able to make out something like the mirror that came off the car. "Is that the broken mirror from the car?" Wyatt asked. "I can't tell from here," Eddie answered, not sure either if that was the mirror. "Look, Wyatt, it was a guy," Eddie said, unnerved by the implications. "Are you sure?" Wyatt asked in disbelief, still unable to believe it. Eddie just gave a simple yes. "How sure?" Wyatt asked, wanting to gauge the certainty. "Pretty sure. Never mess with Tiny Carlos, for sure," Eddie said. Wyatt didn't even want to be reminded about Tiny Carlos; the dude gave him the creeps and broke Jim's arms years back.
"So what do we do?" Wyatt asked, unsure about the next steps. "What do you mean, what to do? We go out there, Wyatt. If that guy back there is still alive, we have to help him. There aren't a lot of live dudes these days. We can't just hang out here all night," Eddie said passionately. "What about the guys in the truck?" Wyatt asked, concerned; he seriously did not want to do this just for that reason alone. "Man, forget those guys. If that guy back there is still alive, we have to help him, Wyatt. Out and back in. That's all I'm talking about here," Eddie urged.
"Come on, man, this is stupid. We go out there, we check it out, we get moving. Fine, I'll go. Give me the gun," Wyatt said, mustering up his bravery. For once in his life, he didn't take initiative.
"Dude, I got us into this mess. It's only right for me to do it," Eddie disagreed, insisting that Wyatt shouldn't go.
"Then why did you ask which one of us should go? Sounds pretty counterintuitive, man," Wyatt said, angry and scared.
"Sorry. Next time, when I get into this situation again, I'll remember to ask," Eddie replied, clearly sarcastic.
"Okay, well, s***. Here, we'll rock-paper-scissors for it," Eddie suggested.
"No way, man. That's nuts," Wyatt refused, not wanting to play a game when a man's life was at stake.
"I'm clear as s***Wyatt. This is the only way it's fair," Eddie said, genuinely believing that rock-paper-scissors is fair.
"How is this fair? You shot that guy. You also hit that guy on the road. This is not fair," Wyatt argued, not wanting to go through with this at all.
"Alright, okay, I'll go. I just thought it would make sense, you know?" Eddie said, hyping himself up but whispering to Wyatt.
"What's so bad about stepping up as a friend like that, you know?" Eddie continued, clearly frustrated with Wyatt's reluctance.
"You're a p****. I'll go. Give me the gun. I've already made up my mind; you might as well just give it," Wyatt said.
"No, man. It's not fair," Eddie insisted, being unreasonable and frustrating Wyatt.
"Come on, man, you usually win anyway," Eddie tried to appeal to Wyatt, which was kind of working.
"I can't believe I'm doing this s*** with you," Wyatt said, preparing to play rock-paper-scissors. "It would just take two minutes. It's over."
"Alright, two out of three, right?" Eddie asked, really not wanting to go out there. He was a hypocrite, but he still cared about this idiot, not in a romantic way, but in a bro way.
"Sure," Wyatt simply said, and then they started the first round of rock-paper-scissors. When they got to three, Wyatt decided not to show anything, which made Eddie upset.
"Come on, man, play the game," Eddie urged. Frustrated, Wyatt agreed to try again, and they restarted the first round.
"Is this really fair?" This time, Wyatt decided to pick rock. Luckily or unluckily, both of them got rock – a complete tie. "F***, what were the chances of that happening?" Wyatt exclaimed. Eddie was completely amazed at the odds of both of them tying, and Wyatt was also pretty amazed, but he didn't shout. They restarted the first round again.
This time, Wyatt chose paper, but once again, they tied. It was as if both of them could read each other's minds. "S***, man," Eddie started chuckling to himself. They restarted the round again. This time, Wyatt tried scissors, thinking the third time was the charm. But nope, they tied again, this time with scissors. "Jesus, how many times is this going to happen?" Eddie was starting to get annoyed at this point.
"And you're saying this is fair? That dude could be dying, and all we're doing is playing rock-paper-scissors," Wyatt said, frustrated but also amazed at the same time. Wyatt decided to switch it up and go for rock again. Yet again, for the fourth time, they tied.
"I don't think we've ever tied this much. That guy is dying out there, and all we're doing is playing rock-paper-scissors. It's like I've been saying, a******," Wyatt said, expressing his frustration with his friend.
"Okay, man, you don't have to be an a****** about it. One more time, if we..." Eddie tried to calm the situation.
"If we tie this time, then we'll have to try a better way to resolve this because I still want to be fair," Eddie said, realizing that rock-paper-scissors wasn't quite a good idea. They did another round of rock-paper-scissors, and finally, Wyatt was able to beat Eddie's scissors with his rock in the first round. "F****** finally, man," Eddie exclaimed, being fed up with the game. Wyatt smiled; no one knew he was winning.
They then started their second round. Wyatt decided to go with paper. It wasn't the greatest choice, but he thought he knew his friend well enough that he'd choose rock. Just as Wyatt predicted, Eddie chose rock, and Wyatt chose paper, winning the second round.
"Alright, this is the final round. All the marbles are in this one. Of course, if Eddie wins this one, we'll have to do a fourth round, and then the following will be the fifth one. But Wyatt didn't care at this point; he was probably going to win.
"Really, man? Paper? Are you serious?" Wyatt showed scissors, and Eddie chose paper, meaning Wyatt won. Eddie had to go, and not gonna lie, Wyatt felt relieved.
Before Eddie left, he made sure to grab the Magnum he had, which was the only good weapon they had. "S***, alright," Eddie whispered to himself, trying to hype himself up but not wanting Wyatt to hear, though Wyatt did hear it, so his attempt was in vain.
Eddie got out of the car and shut the car door. Wyatt watched Eddie go around the car and head towards where that man supposedly was. Wyatt then got into the driver's seat, making sure he felt as comfortable as possible, which was easier said than done because he was completely terrified. What if Eddie never came back? What would Wyatt do? These were the questions that Wyatt was asking himself.
As Eddie went towards the fog, getting less clear by the minute, Wyatt called out, "Hey, Eddie!" He was starting to have second thoughts.
"What, Wyatt?" Eddie said, but Wyatt could barely hear what he said, unable to make out his words.
"You should get back in the car," Wyatt said, scared and concerned for his best friend.
"No f****** way, man! What if it was you?" Eddie said, and as he said that, Wyatt couldn't see him.
Wyatt was now unnerved; so many emotions were coursing through him, and all of them were bad. Suddenly and unexpectedly, something dropped into the car. It sounded like keys, which surprised Wyatt due to Eddie's throwing arm. Eddie could throw it from that distance, but Wyatt couldn't see where it was. He knew it dropped near the passenger seat bottom. He couldn't quite see it, so he needed to find the light in the car. He also made sure to adjust the seat back so he could reach it, and he found the keys.
"Why didn't he just leave them to begin with?" Wyatt asked himself. Nonetheless, he put the keys in the ignition, not just leaving them there in case he needed to make a quick getaway. Wyatt then turned off the lights; he didn't want to attract any more attention than he already was. He didn't notice six lights, and before he knew it, the driver's seat door swung open. He was now being pulled out of the car, or at least he was trying to, because he quickly grabbed the steering wheel. He tried to pull away, but the man was just too strong. He was pulled out of the car and started getting his face beaten in.
Wyatt tried to block his attacker's attacks, but he just got kicked in the stomach. Then, he got kicked in the face. Wyatt's eyes were dazed; he didn't know what was happening.
"You piece of s***! You killed my only friend! I'll show you what happens when you mess with me!" the unknown man said. Wyatt thought this was the end for him. It was a tough road to get here – Wyatt, the stoner who dropped out of college, now going to be killed on the side of the road by one of his drug dealers. How ironic was that? But it seemed like fate had other plans for him because the man got shot in the arm, and then another shot came severely close to his head. Wyatt couldn't keep himself conscious anymore, but the last thing he saw before everything went dark was his attacker quickly running towards his vehicle and driving off. When he was driving off, he was being shot at by three people, but he didn't know if they were friendly or even worse than his attacker. At this point, Wyatt didn't care anymore; he just wanted to sleep.
The present-day
Unknown POV
In the forest near the St. John Dairy, a huge crater was created when Naruto used his strongest wrestling move. Two people were watching. The crater was still settling when something started forming in the middle of it. It was first a torso, then its arms, followed by its legs, and finally, its disgusting head. It completely reformed, but it was completely nude. Jackson had returned to the world of the living once more. He was panting; he almost died. Thanks to the wrong thing, it didn't kill all the cells; they just splattered him all over the place. He was able to reattach himself. He then yelled in anger, his power flaring.
"Curse you, Naruto Uzumaki! I'll make sure your group, as well as that little b**** Emily, will all suffer. I can promise you that!" Jackson yelled to the sky, absolutely humiliated. "But the one person I'll leave alive is you, Mark. I'll make sure that you suffer the most so I can get as much amusement as possible," he said crazily, a true monster at its finest.
"It's such a pity that someone like Jackson could be bested by a boy," the woman said. She couldn't believe the boy could defeat such a powerful vampire. Of course, he was less powerful than herself or her companion, but this would be an interesting game. Ever since their leader escaped from the darkest pits of hell, it's been a lot of fun. It had been three months, but she loved every second of it. She licked her lips in anticipation. Her companion, on the other hand, loved it even more than she did – all the suffering and fear.
"What should we do now? Should we take him out?" the unknown man said, showing his sharp teeth.
"No, that won't be necessary. I want to see where his revenge goes. I'm super interested in that boy, as well as that little group. I want to see how far they get before all of them get slaughtered," the woman said, having a naughty thought. "Maybe that black man, though. I might take him for my own pleasure." She licked her lips when she said this. "Do whatever. As long as I can slaughter most of them, then I'll be fine. You can do whatever you want with the rest that you choose to."
"You know what? That's why I like you. Usually, the others are way more picky and won't share. You, on the other hand, love to share with me," the unknown man said a lethal pleasure in his voice.
"You just gave a dark shiver in a good spot," the woman smiled. "Can't wait for the hunt, but I think I'll wait for a while. I'll wait until the time is right. We have plenty of time. No, we have all the time in the world. This is our world now, and we're just going to live how we want to live."
Andy's POV
After the events at the dairy, someone else made it out – the person to whom Lee showed mercy, though he clearly shouldn't have. Against all odds, it was Andy St. John. But it wasn't going to be any easier because he was being chased by walkers, and his body was flaring in pain. He knew he should sit down and rest; at least, that's what his body was telling him. But he knew that wasn't an option.
"How dare Lee and that little..." he cut himself off. She's dead to him. When he regains all his strength, he'll make sure he comes for them and kills them all. He swears on it. He was starting to get tired; he didn't know what to do anymore. Everything he worked his ass off for, everything he believed in, was all crushed after today.
He saw two walkers flanking him, but he was able to slip back. The problem was, he was now on his back, and he had a bow between two walkers, piling on him. His arms barely worked, but with his tremendous strength, he was able to push them off. He checked for other walkers, got to his feet, and got his bearings, but he still had to make his way away – the same speed as the walkers. He tried to run multiple times, but he always fell.
Andy then tripped again, and there was no getting out of this one. He was surrounded. All the walkers were coming for him to eat him alive, and he wasn't the type of person to lay down and just die. He'd fight his way out, and if he died in the process, then so be it. With his bare hands, he punched one of the walkers in the face. He quickly got rid of two of them, kicking the other one and making sure that one stayed face-first into the grass. He was able to push the other two walkers off, yelling with determination.
"Come on!" Andy yelled before he could confront the walkers once more. However, all of the walkers were killed by being shot down by a young woman who probably looked as old as Andy did. She was wearing a nun's outfit. Exhausted, Andy dropped to his knees. He had lost a lot of blood, which was the reason why the walkers were drawn so towards him. Probably, many more were coming here; he was a beacon or a dinner bell. He fought his way, and that was all that mattered. Now, he just wanted to go to sleep. He just wanted to forget about this day, just for one good night's sleep. He then dropped to the floor, completely unconscious.
Wyatt story
42 Days In
Wyatt's POV
Wyatt woke up, and the first thing he noticed through his senses was the smell of smoke from a campfire, making him grimace. The second thing was the pain in his jaw, flaring up as he tried to rub it with his hand. He then saw mud on his hand as he rubbed his face, and surprisingly, the pain from his jaw disappeared.
"What the hell happened?" he said in a raspy voice. As he lifted himself and sat halfway, he saw three people, including Eddie. When Eddie noticed Wyatt waking up, he quickly walked towards him.
"Holy s***, man, you're awake!" Eddie exclaimed, hugging Wyatt. Wyatt didn't expect Eddie to hug him, not in his wildest dreams, but it felt good. Wyatt then noticed another man wearing a police outfit, an African American who was still sound asleep right next to him.
"Whoa, dude, where did all this come from?" Wyatt asked, surprised by Eddie's behavior. Eddie, like a flash, quickly took a few steps back, kind of embarrassing himself, which made Wyatt chuckle. He fully got up and then saw the three people who he now remembered had saved him when he was getting beaten up by the drug dealer, Nate, though that information didn't matter much right now.
The person on his right had dirty, slicked-to-the-side hair and light hazel eyes. Wyatt could see some fear in those eyes as if he had seen some stuff, and Wyatt didn't blame him. He had a white complexion, evident with the campfire light, wearing a white shirt, normal blue jeans, and dress shoes – looking quite clean compared to the others.
The one in the middle gave off leader vibes. He was of Asian ethnicity, with majestic yet greasy and mucked-up black hair. He had black irises, making his eyes appear completely black, filled with suspicion, stoicism, and understanding.
The one on the very end had a tan complexion, looking the dirtiest but also the most threatening of the other two. Before Wyatt could speak, the Asian man, Vince, spoke first.
"My name is Vince. These two beside me are Justin and Danny," he introduced. The two beside him weren't sure what to think, at least according to Wyatt's interpretation. After Vince spoke, there was a brief silence. Wyatt didn't know what to say – should he say thank you or something else? He was disoriented after the encounter with Nate.
"Thank you, I guess," Wyatt said, not sure what to express. Vince smiled warmly, while Justin and Danny were still uncertain about Eddie and Wyatt.
"So, what happened?" Wyatt asked as the only thing he could remember was when Nate got shot in the arm and then drove off.
"Well, when I went out to try to save that guy who's still sleeping, by the way, he didn't look that beat up from what I could tell. When I was trying to pull him out, some of those dead dudes came out from the forest, so I had to use the Glock I got from the car to shoot them," Eddie explained. He paused for a moment, trying to get all the details out at once, and everyone waited patiently, mostly Wyatt and Eddie.
"You could figure out how hard it was to drag that dude, as well as look, shoot, and kill those dead things. So, eventually, I got surrounded by them. I thought I would have been a goner, but these three guys came out of the..."
Eddie continued, "So, if me and those guys weren't able to mow down most of them, that's when we saw you getting pretty beat up by Nate." Eddie was cut off by Justin, who added, "That's when I went and took a shot. I got him in the arm when I was trying to aim for his head, but I missed the headshot – not my best performance."
Vince put his hand on Justin's shoulder, reassuring him, "Don't worry about it. It takes practice, and you'll get better." They then got into Eddie's car, with Wyatt in the back and Danny and Justin helping. "You're pretty heavy, to be honest, man," Danny said bluntly, not mincing words.
Wyatt didn't take much offense, realizing that he had picked up some weight. "Well, it's not really a good thing in this day and age. I hope you can get slimmer now. It will probably take a while, though," Wyatt thought to himself.
Eddie continued with the story, explaining that they drove to this area and set up camp. A few hours later, Wyatt woke up, and Eddie finished the story. It was a lot to take in. Before Wyatt could process everything, he heard a yell behind him. Wyatt quickly turned and saw that the man who was peacefully sleeping was now writhing in agony. No, it wasn't agony; he was laughing. Wyatt noticed the man's crazy eyes, froth coming down his face, and his teeth becoming sharper, almost like razors. The man didn't just grow hair; he expanded, becoming as big as the Incredible Hulk, but surprisingly lean in the muscle department. Sharp claws grew on his fingertips, and his face transformed into a wolf-like appearance. He howled under the full moon of the night, shocking everyone.
They didn't know what to do in this situation. Wyatt felt an overwhelming fear, even more than in the last situation they were in. At least in that situation, they could run. Now...
were both still in shock from the recent events. The Beast had attacked and killed Justin, and now they were running for their lives. Vince grabbed his gun, and Wyatt heard gunshots behind them as they ran. The situation seemed grim.
Eventually, they arrived at a clearing, where two figures surprised Wyatt. One of them was pretty wrecked, with a huge gash on his arm and heaving heavily. Eddie, in his usual manner, approached Vince and asked if he was okay. Vince began to respond, but he was cut off mid-sentence as the Beast jumped over them. Wyatt thought, "I'm going to die, am I?" But just as the Beast was about to attack, it was punched in the face by an emerald green fist, creating a sonic boom that launched the creature miles away. Wyatt couldn't believe his eyes – it all happened so fast.
An unknown voice spoke up, saying, "I'm glad I'm here just in time." Everyone turned to see a man in black 1950s-style clothing. The man was African American, with hazel eyes that looked bored, and he wore a black fedora with a white ribbon. His black jacket or tux had a silver vest with golden buttons, and his hands were covered in black gloves. His pants were slick, and he wore white socks and dress shoes with strange symbols on them. The most peculiar thing about him was the emerald green avatar coming out of his body, resembling the Human Torch from Marvel.
Before Wyatt could process the strangeness of the man, the Beast burst out of the forest, ready to attack. However, it was pushed back by a barrier created by the mysterious man. Wyatt was surprised by the Beast's nimbleness as it landed on its feet after the somersault. The man showed no fear, and he casually grabbed an old 1950s watch from his tux pocket, checking the time.
Wyatt thought the man was crazy – facing a Beast, and he wanted to check the time. "What an idiot," Wyatt thought to himself as he looked over toward Vince and Eddie, who were still in shock from the bizarre turn of events.
Everyone was as shocked as Wyatt, but none of them moved because they didn't know if the Beast would come for them, and none of them wanted to die. They just watched.
"I don't think I'll need you to deal with this thing," the man said, addressing no one in particular and looking away from his watch. "I think I can kill it in 10 minutes flat, maybe less," he said nonchalantly. He put the watch back in his pocket.
As the avatar disappeared, Mitchell grabbed two objects from his vest. They were either knives or machetes; Wyatt couldn't tell, but what he did know was that they had the same symbols on them. They were glowing with an unnatural power. Mitchell started spinning these machete knives, creating impressive tricks. Wyatt guessed he was doing this to look cool, which made him mad. Wasn't he going to kill the Beast already, or was he just going to keep playing around?
In the blink of an eye, Mitchell was gone. Wyatt looked towards the werewolf, still unable to believe that such creatures existed. Wyatt shook his head, not wanting to think about the implications. What surprised him most was that Mitchell was now right in front of the werewolf in mid-air. Mitchell took two slices, cutting off two of the werewolf's arms as if he were cutting butter. The Beast roared in pain, but Mitchell just smirked. He didn't stay behind; instead, he kicked its back, making it lunge for the ground. Wyatt felt relief; maybe this guy could kill the Beast.
However, the Beast got up, and its arms started to regrow. This frustrated Wyatt, Vince, and Eddie. Walkers were scary, but werewolves? They were even scarier. Wyatt would take being trapped with the dead over facing this creature. It seemed hopeless. Mitchell smiled, seemingly enjoying the challenge. "Werewolves, man. I wish I had gotten an easier mission or maybe a way harder one. Oh well, I like my job," he said to himself.
Mitchell jumped forward, and once again, in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of the Beast. This time, he cut it straight in half with a single stroke. He didn't cut it a second time, making it into four pieces; instead, he repeated the process, cutting it into many pieces until it was just gore and blood.
"Well, I killed it. I certainly destroyed its heart, but maybe I went a little too overboard," Mitchell thought to himself, pondering if he should do something differently next time. Wyatt was shaken out of his shock and wanted to know who this man was.
"Hey dude, how in the f*** did you do that? Who exactly are you?" Wyatt was about to say, but Vince seemed to read his mind or something because he asked the very same thing. Mitchell grinned in response to Vince's question.
"One question at a time, everyone." He turned towards the three men. "I can't believe I forgot about you guys. You should be more secretive, but the jig's up. I've been seen," Mitchell said, not caring if his cover was blown. To Wyatt's analysis, he looked happy to be found out. "Well, I guess introductions are in order. My name is Mitchell, and I am a monster hunter. And you're wondering how I did that? Well, you probably won't really understand it or even believe it for that matter, but if you really want me to explain it, I guess I will because, to be honest, I like flaunting myself," Mitchell said, being brutally honest.
Everyone stayed silent, wanting to know how he did it. "There's a thing that lives inside all of us, an energy in our guts," Mitchell explained, emphasizing his point by rubbing his stomach. "It's sort of like a container, or to make it more simple, I'm able to draw on this power, creating my magical ability, which is called the green torch. It can burn anything, but I don't really like using it that much unless I really have to because it's very draining to use," Mitchell explained.
Wyatt didn't even know how to process this, let alone give a response. "Okay, so all of us can do this magic thing? Like, s***, man. I'm not sure if we're high, or f****** dead, or this is a f****** dream, but I want out, man," Wyatt exclaimed.
"Is too crazy for me," Eddie said, clearly struggling to accept this newfound knowledge. "Well, you can believe me if you want. My job here is done. I'll see you guys later, or maybe I won't. Maybe you guys will die. I don't know," Mitchell said nonchalantly. He used one of his knives, drawing a circle in the air, and creating what looked like a hole or portal. They stepped through it.
"I hope I see you guys again. Maybe, if we meet again, I'll teach you more about this. But for now, it's not your time yet. Everyone can awaken this power, and with all these monsters running around, we'll need more Monster Hunters. So, I hope you guys attain your power soon," Mitchell said thoughtfully. The portal closed, and Mitchell was gone. The only thing Wyatt could say was, "How did we even get here? What the f*** is this?" Wyatt yelled to himself, not caring if he attracted walkers.
"Dude, shut up," Vince said, not wanting walkers to be attracted. "Just calm down. He needed to get that out for a second. This day, man," Eddie said, agreeing with Wyatt. Vince also nodded in response. "So, what should we do now?" Eddie asked.
"Well, we should find a road, find a place we can crash for a while," Vince proposed, a suggestion Wyatt and Eddie had no problems agreeing with. After today, a good night's sleep was well-deserved. They began walking, unsure of the challenges they would face ahead.
author notes
Sorry for jumping around the timeline a lot, but I want to create more seeds for the next episodes to come. If any of you guys remember my original, I'm bringing back Mitchell. I'm planning on a different spin on his character, and I hope you guys enjoy what I do with him because, to be honest, that fight scene was one of my favorite ones to write. This will be the last you'll see of me on Walking Shinobi. I'll be working on this one-shot right beside a whole new story, and I hope you guys all like the new stories :)