The final summary on page 52 has now been completed.
Is it alright if I write some more of the story? If nobody's told me not to write in the next hour, I will add to the story.
Jack enters the dining hall to the low hum of concerned conversations going on. Kirkmin walks with him initially but stays at the back of the hall as Jack makes his way to the front.
Jack doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have any weapons. What he does have, however, is a desire to keep this settlement safe. Kirkmin had made it abundantly clear that any attempts to rebel would result in the complete destruction of this community. His community, Jack thinks. The community he, his dad and Sarah had spent all this time building.
Jack walks to the raised stage at the front of the hall and looks out at a sea of frightened faces. There are around forty men, women and children in total. A couple of the community guards are present; they have their guns in full view. Jack glances uneasily at Kirkmin, who seems unconcerned. Just who the hell is this guy?
“I don’t want you to be alarmed,” Jack tries to reassure the crowd. “There’s been an outbreak of food poisoning. We need to stay calm and…”
“Where’s your dad, Jack?” asks Robert, one of the men who has been in the community the longest. His wife, Elizabeth, is a doctor and has been invaluable to the survival of the settlement. She nudges Robert gently and chastises him with a ‘don’t interrupt’ look.
Jack tries to think of a reason for his dad not being there. “He’s, uh… he’s been struck down with food poisoning.”
“Send Elizabeth to have a look at him, I’m sure it’s something she can deal with,” Robert offers.
Jack really wishes Robert wasn’t so outspoken. Most of the time, it’s a blessing. He’s the first to chime up with a suggestion at community meetings, often to the dismay of Elizabeth. At this moment though, it is going to get them all killed. Jack looks at the back of the hall; Kirkmin has gone to the door and is gesturing for his men to come in.
“Thanks for your concern, Robert, but he's fine. Please, we all need to…” Jack says desperately.
“This isn’t like you, Jack. Just what the hell is going on?” Robert asks, interrupting Jack.
Concern is clearly growing in the crowd; Jack thinks they look more worried than they did when he started talking. Kirkmin’s men have entered the hall. The situation has got away from Jack.
A shot rings out, then another, and another. Panic envelopes the room; some people are screaming, some are attempting to leave the hall.
“Silence,” Kirkmin shouts out. “Stop right now or we will kill you all.”
The room returns to some form of order. Jack looks out blankly at the devastating sight before him. Elizabeth is crouched over Robert’s body. Others crowd round the two guards who have been shot. Robert and one of the guards have been shot in the head while the other guard has been shot in the shoulder.
Kirkmin moves forward towards the injured guard and the crowd parts, backing off as Kirkmin draws closer. Some of the children are crying, their parents trying to console them. Jack has slowly made his way from the stage to the guard and is applying pressure to the wound. He looks up and realises he is the only one left tending to the guard as Kirkmin approaches.
“Don’t do this,” Jack pleads.
“This is your fault, Jack. You’ve failed them. You could have kept them safe but you failed them.” Kirkmin cruelly goads Jack.
“Please,” Jack says gently and tries to protect the guard with his body. Kirkmin shoves Jack aside and shoots the guard in the face.
Kirkmin turns to face the shocked crowd. “We expect no insubordination. You will do as we say. You are not the first settlement we have come across. Some adapt and survive. Others don’t understand how we operate. You will be fine as long as you obey our rules.”
Jack looks at the horrific mess the community dining hall has become. Elizabeth is sobbing as she holds Robert in her arms. The faces of the children looking at him, with all hope faded from their eyes, will haunt him forever.
Kirkmin orders his men to bring in all the members of the community who have been poisoned, leaving just Kirkmin in the room. Jack staggers to his feet, eyes fixed on Kirkmin. This bastard has killed his father, killed his three friends and destroyed what they’d all built up here.
Kirkmin still has his back to Jack, patrolling the door and waiting for his men to get back. Jack picks up the guard’s gun from under the body and slowly raises the gun.
Community dining hall
Jack enters the dining hall to the low hum of concerned conversations going on. Kirkmin walks with him initially but … morestays at the back of the hall as Jack makes his way to the front.
Jack doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have any weapons. What he does have, however, is a desire to keep this settlement safe. Kirkmin had made it abundantly clear that any attempts to rebel would result in the complete destruction of this community. His community, Jack thinks. The community he, his dad and Sarah had spent all this time building.
Jack walks to the raised stage at the front of the hall and looks out at a sea of frightened faces. There are around forty men, women and children in total. A couple of the community guards are present; they have their guns in full view. Jack glances uneasily at Kirkmin, who seems unconcerned. Just who the hell is this guy?
“I don’t want you to be alarmed,” Jack tries to reassure the crowd. “T… [view original content]
Community dining hall
Jack enters the dining hall to the low hum of concerned conversations going on. Kirkmin walks with him initially but … morestays at the back of the hall as Jack makes his way to the front.
Jack doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have any weapons. What he does have, however, is a desire to keep this settlement safe. Kirkmin had made it abundantly clear that any attempts to rebel would result in the complete destruction of this community. His community, Jack thinks. The community he, his dad and Sarah had spent all this time building.
Jack walks to the raised stage at the front of the hall and looks out at a sea of frightened faces. There are around forty men, women and children in total. A couple of the community guards are present; they have their guns in full view. Jack glances uneasily at Kirkmin, who seems unconcerned. Just who the hell is this guy?
“I don’t want you to be alarmed,” Jack tries to reassure the crowd. “T… [view original content]
Robert's lifeless eyes are blankly staring at the ceiling. Elizabeth is kneeling down next to him, tenderly swaying her husband's head around her lap. Tears roll from her eyes and fall onto his pale face. Her lips become cold when they touch his cheeks, kissing him farewell. With trembling hands she lays Robert's head down, carefully closing his eyes. A dangerous feeling of anger boils up inside her. Her hands are twitching and every muscle tenses. She breaths heavily when she notices the crowd that has gathered around her, they look concerned, yet their terrified faces are all distractedly pointing in Jack's direction. Elizabeth rises while wiping away her last tears, her sight becomes clear as the watery blur goes away. Behind her stands Jack, pointing a pistol at the man named Kirkmin. His aim is steady, his look determined. She stares at him with awe, silently rooting for him. The excitement within the crowd is soon obliterated when a disappointing click emits from the gun.
(Please listen to this from here on out: )
Kirkmin immediately turns around and pulls his own gun, aiming it at Jack. The former hero has opened his eyes widely, breathing heavily when he knows his days are numbered. ''Well, well, well... You honestly thought you could outsmart me ?'', Kirkmin chuckles. Walking closer and closer, the large man keeps talking. ''Trying to save the day... Look where that's brought you. Your father's dead and there's a gun in your face. Now tell me, was it all worth it?'' Looking straight down the barrel of the gun, Jack carefully steps back. Kirkmin follows his every motion, intimidating him along the way. When they finally reach the small stage he orders Jack to kneel down on the filthy planks. Feeling the cold metal of the barrel of the gun in the back of his head sends a shiver down his spine. Tears well up in his eyes, but he makes sure not to let them flow. Most of the inhabitants see him as a role-model, a leader, but most of all, their friend. Kirkmin continues rambling about the weakness of the settlement's leader, leaving Jack helplessly kneeling down before him.
''And now, yet another one of your so called leaders dies by my hand! Under my control, this community will thrive!'' Kirkmin grips his large hand tightly around the pistol. Jack breaths in slowly, embracing his fate, terrifying as it may be. When his oppressor is just about to pull the trigger, a taunting scream echoes from the back of the hall. Kirkmin lowers his gun and looks through the crowd, searching for the person who shouted. The crowd becomes restless and uneasy when Kirkmin starts screaming. His eyes are opened widely and his face has turned red. Spit flies from his mouth as he yells random insults to the unidentified rebel. ''Show yourself, right now!'' Elizabeth slowly raises her hand and the crowd starts forming a circle around her. ''It was me.'', she says with only a slight crack in her voice. She raises her other hand, which is holding a pistol, and aims it at Kirkmin. ''Who in the Devil's name are you?'', the agitated man furiously shouts.
''My name is Elizabeth Grey. And I will avenge my husband.'', she says before taking a deep breath and squeezing her finger tightly around the trigger.
Robert's lifeless eyes are blankly staring at the ceiling. Elizabeth is kneeling down next to him, tenderly swaying her husband's head around … moreher lap. Tears roll from her eyes and fall onto his pale face. Her lips become cold when they touch his cheeks, kissing him farewell. With trembling hands she lays Robert's head down, carefully closing his eyes. A dangerous feeling of anger boils up inside her. Her hands are twitching and every muscle tenses. She breaths heavily when she notices the crowd that has gathered around her, they look concerned, yet their terrified faces are all distractedly pointing in Jack's direction. Elizabeth rises while wiping away her last tears, her sight becomes clear as the watery blur goes away. Behind her stands Jack, pointing a pistol at the man named Kirkmin. His aim is steady, his look determined. She stares at him with awe, silently rooting for him. The excitement within the crowd is soon obliterated when a disappo… [view original content]
Robert's lifeless eyes are blankly staring at the ceiling. Elizabeth is kneeling down next to him, tenderly swaying her husband's head around … moreher lap. Tears roll from her eyes and fall onto his pale face. Her lips become cold when they touch his cheeks, kissing him farewell. With trembling hands she lays Robert's head down, carefully closing his eyes. A dangerous feeling of anger boils up inside her. Her hands are twitching and every muscle tenses. She breaths heavily when she notices the crowd that has gathered around her, they look concerned, yet their terrified faces are all distractedly pointing in Jack's direction. Elizabeth rises while wiping away her last tears, her sight becomes clear as the watery blur goes away. Behind her stands Jack, pointing a pistol at the man named Kirkmin. His aim is steady, his look determined. She stares at him with awe, silently rooting for him. The excitement within the crowd is soon obliterated when a disappo… [view original content]
It's not written but I think that after Sarah was brought in the room to explain to Jack how Kirkmin's group found Jack's settlement, she would have been taken to a holding place somewhere in the settlement.
She's not in the dining hall but it's possible she is being held somewhere. There would be a few of Kirkmin's men holding her but it would definitely be plausible for Clementine and her gang to come across her when they are trying to escape the settlement...
Clementine races down the hall of the community jail. "Come on... hurry..." She says anxiously. "I'm the one who has a person on my shoulder... please slow down." Jeremy says, trying to catch up to Clementine. When all of a sudden, they hear the guards coming back.
"Shit!" Clementine says as she hides underneath a chair. Jeremy, who is beginning to run out of energy slips, and falls with Bryan falling on top of him.
Strangely, the guards throw a woman in the cell, and leave. "Sarah is that you?" Clementine asks.
"Huh? Please help me get out! There's bad people who snuck in to the settlement. They're going to kill us all u don't let me out."
Bryan slowly gazes over to Sarah. "No don't-" Bryan coughs up blood. "Don't let her out, let her suffer..."
Jeremy interrupts. "But what if she's telling the truth? What if we die!"
Bryan and Jeremy look over at Clementine. "We got one vote to save her. One vote to leave her. What is it. Clementine?"
The last breath: I agree.
The walking E-Book: Hell yeah!
Video game: Like you said, this would be very difficult. But if it somehow one … moreday, becomes a thing, that would be awesome. (I'm an actor in real life, so i would be hired for voice actor. :P)
The continuation of Lily: Cool.
The 400 days like scenario (My idea) Not sure if you saw my post a while back, but I wrote this idea. Basically we could show for example, Charlie and his brother before he found our group.
And also, (Preparing for hate) I really did not like the farm group. I just didn't find it as interesting as the others.
Just wanted to point out that i dont have skype right now as that got hacked as well. in order to not get everyone to stretch there necks out for me i would just like to say one thing that i want added
I am so sorry, but once again you haven't read carefully...
Jeremy, Clem and Bryan already got out of the cell and reached their Camper with Kenny and Danielle in it. Nice story, not possible, though.
Clementine races down the hall of the community jail. "Come on... hurry..." She says anxiously. "I'm the one who has a person on my shoulder..… more. please slow down." Jeremy says, trying to catch up to Clementine. When all of a sudden, they hear the guards coming back.
"Shit!" Clementine says as she hides underneath a chair. Jeremy, who is beginning to run out of energy slips, and falls with Bryan falling on top of him.
Strangely, the guards throw a woman in the cell, and leave. "Sarah is that you?" Clementine asks.
"Huh? Please help me get out! There's bad people who snuck in to the settlement. They're going to kill us all u don't let me out."
Bryan slowly gazes over to Sarah. "No don't-" Bryan coughs up blood. "Don't let her out, let her suffer..."
Jeremy interrupts. "But what if she's telling the truth? What if we die!"
Bryan and Jeremy look over at Clementine. "We got one vote to save her. One vote to leave her. What is it. Clementine?"
Please continue...
Robert's lifeless eyes are blankly staring at the ceiling. Elizabeth is kneeling down next to him, tenderly swaying her husband's head around … moreher lap. Tears roll from her eyes and fall onto his pale face. Her lips become cold when they touch his cheeks, kissing him farewell. With trembling hands she lays Robert's head down, carefully closing his eyes. A dangerous feeling of anger boils up inside her. Her hands are twitching and every muscle tenses. She breaths heavily when she notices the crowd that has gathered around her, they look concerned, yet their terrified faces are all distractedly pointing in Jack's direction. Elizabeth rises while wiping away her last tears, her sight becomes clear as the watery blur goes away. Behind her stands Jack, pointing a pistol at the man named Kirkmin. His aim is steady, his look determined. She stares at him with awe, silently rooting for him. The excitement within the crowd is soon obliterated when a disappo… [view original content]
Since the story is continuing I just want to find out if the Skype date is still in planning and if yes we need a specific date as weekend's around the corner. I vote for Sunday, late afternoon - Europe / Sunday early noon - America.
So?
Since the story is continuing I just want to find out if the Skype date is still in planning and if yes we need a specific date as weekend's around the corner. I vote for Sunday, late afternoon - Europe / Sunday early noon - America.
So?
One thing I want to note is that it would be great if Elizabeth could stay alive. I haven't planned anything for her, but I think she could be an interesting character if we develop her personality some more.
Kenny & Danielle are both passed out in their cabin...
"Oh my god" Jeremy says.
Jeremy rests Bryan on a chair and puts a warm cover around him.
"Clem, feel their pulses" Jeremy says.
Clementine goes over to Danielle, before feeling her pulse.
"Danielle is fine I think, her pulse is actually kind of steady, maybe Kenny did some kind of CPR to steady it?" Clem asks.
"I don't think so Clementine, Kenny looks seriously out" Jeremy says sadly.
"Jeremy...I'm...(coughs) I'm...fine. Go...go help Clem with Ken" Bryan coughs slowly, his body felt like it was burning, like he was being tortured, but now he was with his friends, and didn't want Kenny to die.
Jeremy feels Kenny's pulse.
"Oh god" Jeremy says.
"What is it?" Clementine asks desperately. "Come on Kenny!" she shouts.
"Gotta be quiet Clem, but, Kenny's pulse is really slow, it's not like Danielle's, I think we need to use CPR" Jeremy says
"What if it wasn't the food poisoning? What if it was just a drink?" Clem replies.
"I doubt that, but if it was a drink, Kenny took a larger sip than Dani" Jeremy tells Clem.
"Come on, we gotta save him" Clem says.
Bryan points to a corner, "Look, it's a drink...it was the drink" Bryan points to the fake kool-aid.
"Bryan's right" Jeremy says.
Jeremy and Clem get to work.
So it's in your hands, Kenny still has a pulse, but it's not as steady as Danielle's. Is Kenny ok? Up to you.
"Rest in peace, Cleo. Guess, now it's only the two of us left...".
Frank makes sure nobody watches him, then he raises and sneaks behind a building, observing the scene:
The brute and the blonde guy walk towards a large building, looking like some kind of communal facility. A few guards are following them. Apart from them nobody else can be seen. "I'm gonna catch that bastard later - first we gotta find Kenny, right Oreo? Come on and stay quiet...".
Crawling silently from building to building he comes across a few passed out bodies. "Jesus... what the hell happened here...". When he steps over a lifeless body of a female he can hear loud sobbing. He looks around him, though cannot see anyone, but the dead-sounding voice tells him it comes from a large bungalow. The hopelessness and absolute sorrow resonating from the voice affects him, so he nears a window he thinks the crying comes from. Peeking into the room Frank can see a woman tied to a chair and a military looking men who seams to go through all off her stuff. The woman has black long hair tied to a ponytail. Unfortunately Frank can't see her face as she sits with her back to the window. On the window board is a canvas with a photo in it: It shows two women. One of them has very short dark hair and is putting her arm around the other woman, who is also smiling. Might be the woman in the stool... She crosses her arms and has a mysterious aura: Even though she's smiling it doesn't look authentic. She has the eyes of a cat and the fortitude of a tigress. It's the kind of woman Frank always admired but never got. He's never been good with women, even though he has had several chances.
"If I were you I wouldn't decline that offer for a date", his brother used to say, "You're way too picky, Frank, considering you're as handsome as a boar." "I maybe ugly but at least I know very damn well what I want - and I don't want to go on a date with our neighbour's niece." That was 9 years ago, and Frank now realizes that he's still a virgin - he sighs in frustration. In the lower right corner of the photograph Frank reads the words: "Best sisters forever! Kisses and Hugs, Erin". Then Frank notices something on the back of the canvas: There's a key taped to it. The woman in the chair moves her hands behind her, trying to get rid of the loops. Bemused, asking himself when was the last time when he has met a woman Frank gets interrupted by what seams to be a guard: He raises and walks towards the woman. Frank immediatelly steps back from the window with the aim to sneak to the next building. "We gotta focus, Oreo. We're here to find Kenny...". Suddenly something grabs his ankle and Frank startles, intuitionally shielding the kitten and pointing his gun at the woman who has become a zorg. "Jesus... something fishy's goin' on here..." he says, putting his gun away and killing the woman off with a machete to prevent noises. In the corner of his eye he can sense people and Frank hunkers down right away. It's three persons, a young afro-american, holding a blond guy only dressed in a wintercoat and a little girl. They look around, obviously avoiding witnesses. "Clementine, hurry - I'm right behind you!". They eventually enter one of the many campers. "Clementine... I guess, I've heard that name before." Frank says to himself while trying to prevent Oreo from jumping out of his coat pocket. Then the penny drops: "Pascucci told me about her, the little girl being the best shot he had ever seen! They are Pascucci's folks! Kenny must be there - let's go."
This was my very first time writing with Frank and I tried to develop his character a bit - hope you liked it.
"Rest in peace, Cleo. Guess, now it's only the two of us left...".
Frank makes sure nobody watches him, then he raises and sneaks behind a b… moreuilding, observing the scene:
The brute and the blonde guy walk towards a large building, looking like some kind of communal facility. A few guards are following them. Apart from them nobody else can be seen. "I'm gonna catch that bastard later - first we gotta find Kenny, right Oreo? Come on and stay quiet...".
Crawling silently from building to building he comes across a few passed out bodies. "Jesus... what the hell happened here...". When he steps over a lifeless body of a female he can hear loud sobbing. He looks around him, though cannot see anyone, but the dead-sounding voice tells him it comes from a large bungalow. The hopelessness and absolute sorrow resonating from the voice affects him, so he nears a window he thinks the crying comes from. Peeking into the room Frank can see a woman tied to… [view original content]
"Rest in peace, Cleo. Guess, now it's only the two of us left...".
Frank makes sure nobody watches him, then he raises and sneaks behind a b… moreuilding, observing the scene:
The brute and the blonde guy walk towards a large building, looking like some kind of communal facility. A few guards are following them. Apart from them nobody else can be seen. "I'm gonna catch that bastard later - first we gotta find Kenny, right Oreo? Come on and stay quiet...".
Crawling silently from building to building he comes across a few passed out bodies. "Jesus... what the hell happened here...". When he steps over a lifeless body of a female he can hear loud sobbing. He looks around him, though cannot see anyone, but the dead-sounding voice tells him it comes from a large bungalow. The hopelessness and absolute sorrow resonating from the voice affects him, so he nears a window he thinks the crying comes from. Peeking into the room Frank can see a woman tied to… [view original content]
"You guys actually know how to do CPR?" Jeremy asks. Clem, and Bryan both nod no, when they hear a sound outside the camper.
"I got this." Clementine says, pulling her pistol out from her pocket. "No please... please don't." Bryan says. Clem ignores him and continues. "Bryan, I'm strong enough now... I can do this, what if it's just a ghos-"
Her voice is interrupted when a man enters the camper. Jeremy looks back. "Who the hell are you?! Are you the one who did is to Kenny an Daniel?!"
The big man begins to speak. "Do you guys know a man named Pascucci?"
Clementine slowly puts her gun down. "How do you know Pascucci?" The man sighs. "I don't know how to tell you this, but.. Pascucci got shot.. he died. His last thing he told me to do was, find Kenny. I'm assuming this is him?"
Jeremy nods. "This is him... but we're not sure how long he'll last. He needs CPR and unfortunately none of us know how to do so."
The man begins to speak. "Its your lucky day. Before the world changed, I was a nurse."
"You guys actually know how to do CPR?" Jeremy asks. Clem, and Bryan both nod no, when they hear a sound outside the camper.
"I got this." … moreClementine says, pulling her pistol out from her pocket. "No please... please don't." Bryan says. Clem ignores him and continues. "Bryan, I'm strong enough now... I can do this, what if it's just a ghos-"
Her voice is interrupted when a man enters the camper. Jeremy looks back. "Who the hell are you?! Are you the one who did is to Kenny an Daniel?!"
The big man begins to speak. "Do you guys know a man named Pascucci?"
Clementine slowly puts her gun down. "How do you know Pascucci?" The man sighs. "I don't know how to tell you this, but.. Pascucci got shot.. he died. His last thing he told me to do was, find Kenny. I'm assuming this is him?"
Jeremy nods. "This is him... but we're not sure how long he'll last. He needs CPR and unfortunately none of us know how to do so."
The man begins to speak. "Its your lucky day. Before the world changed, I was a nurse."
Thanks, but I want to keep my ideas just a little longer. And regarding Kenny: I didn't want to touch his fate since I don't know if any of you has Plans for the next season involving him.
Good, I've honestly been waiting for one of your posts ever since you wrote that you are full of ''Ideas... I've got so many awesome ideas...''
EDIT: Nice post!
Thanks, but I want to keep my ideas just a little longer. And regarding Kenny: I didn't want to touch his fate since I don't know if any of you has Plans for the next season involving him.
"You guys actually know how to do CPR?" Jeremy asks. Clem, and Bryan both nod no, when they hear a sound outside the camper.
"I got this." … moreClementine says, pulling her pistol out from her pocket. "No please... please don't." Bryan says. Clem ignores him and continues. "Bryan, I'm strong enough now... I can do this, what if it's just a ghos-"
Her voice is interrupted when a man enters the camper. Jeremy looks back. "Who the hell are you?! Are you the one who did is to Kenny an Daniel?!"
The big man begins to speak. "Do you guys know a man named Pascucci?"
Clementine slowly puts her gun down. "How do you know Pascucci?" The man sighs. "I don't know how to tell you this, but.. Pascucci got shot.. he died. His last thing he told me to do was, find Kenny. I'm assuming this is him?"
Jeremy nods. "This is him... but we're not sure how long he'll last. He needs CPR and unfortunately none of us know how to do so."
The man begins to speak. "Its your lucky day. Before the world changed, I was a nurse."
The gunshot echoes through the large hall. The large group of people shout in fear and confusion. He carefully looks behind him, his aching knees and painful neck creak like the old hinges of a weary door. The intimidating silhouette of his previously terrifying oppressor has lost its grandness. The large man grasps for his chest, blood seeping from underneath his hands. He gasps for breath but when he realizes what has just occurred, he falls to his back. With a loud bang the air gets pushed out of his lungs. Jack quickly stands up and takes a step back from the twitching corpse. ''Damn...'' he mutters before turning to the anxious crowd. ''Thanks, Liz.'' he pants, his near death experience has left him feeling like he's not himself anymore, like a lifeless walker. As he finally catches his breath Elizabeth walks up to him, her chestnut-brown hair covering most of her depressed-looking face.
''Liz, I just want to--'' she pushes him aside and steps next to Kirkmin's body. Spit flies from her mouth and into the old man's face. Disgusted, she crouches down next to him and pulls out her knife. ''This one's for Robert.'' she whispers while stabbing him in the head, making sure he won't be able to harm anyone ever again. ''Elizabeth, we need to--'' The angry doctor cuts him off once again. ''I don't care what you think we have to do, there's still those other assholes left.'' She walks away from the stage and gathers the crowd around her. Forty-two people surround the woman with a new-found passion for vengeance. The entire population of their settlement is listening to Elizabeth, some are handed guns scavenged from the dead guards laying around the diner hall. Her behavior shocks him. She had always been one of the most passive people in this community, meaning Robert's death has changed her already. Jack is still staring at Kirkmin. He gets an uneasy feeling when he realizes the wide-open eyes appear to be following him, carefully noting his every move. Shaking off the terrifying thought, Jack moves closer to the body. Crouching down to pick up the gun, he notices a small black device hanging from Kirkmin's belt.
Carefully unhooking it, Jack recognizes the odd antenna poking out from the top. ''A walkie-talkie...'' he whispers to himself. As he looks at the display and the many buttons covering the device, an overwhelming rush of memories of the world from before engulf his thoughts. As a kid, Jack used to play a different kind of hide-and-seek with his friends using walkie-talkie's just like this one. They were his father's, so whenever they wanted to play, he had to sneak them out of the house. John knew he did that, but never said anything about it. Gagging heavily, Jack holds his hand before his mouth, the mere thought of his father's body is still sickening. When he turns around the group has stripped the deceased guards and has put on their small amount of body armor. The squad of ten looks ready, almost excited. Elizabeth stands in front of them, holding a lecture about how the gun's safety works. ''Let's go!'' the group screams as they rush out the doors, Jack hurries to catch up with them after telling the rest to stay within the safety of the hall.
''We'll be back when we've killed every single one of them.''
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The final summary on page 52 has now been completed.
Is it alright if I write some more of the story? If nobody's told me not to write in the next hour, I will add to the story.
Wow! Thanks for the summary! I don't mind, but I can't speak for the others. Still think the episode isn't nearing the end.
Community dining hall
Jack enters the dining hall to the low hum of concerned conversations going on. Kirkmin walks with him initially but stays at the back of the hall as Jack makes his way to the front.
Jack doesn’t have a plan. He doesn’t have any weapons. What he does have, however, is a desire to keep this settlement safe. Kirkmin had made it abundantly clear that any attempts to rebel would result in the complete destruction of this community. His community, Jack thinks. The community he, his dad and Sarah had spent all this time building.
Jack walks to the raised stage at the front of the hall and looks out at a sea of frightened faces. There are around forty men, women and children in total. A couple of the community guards are present; they have their guns in full view. Jack glances uneasily at Kirkmin, who seems unconcerned. Just who the hell is this guy?
“I don’t want you to be alarmed,” Jack tries to reassure the crowd. “There’s been an outbreak of food poisoning. We need to stay calm and…”
“Where’s your dad, Jack?” asks Robert, one of the men who has been in the community the longest. His wife, Elizabeth, is a doctor and has been invaluable to the survival of the settlement. She nudges Robert gently and chastises him with a ‘don’t interrupt’ look.
Jack tries to think of a reason for his dad not being there. “He’s, uh… he’s been struck down with food poisoning.”
“Send Elizabeth to have a look at him, I’m sure it’s something she can deal with,” Robert offers.
Jack really wishes Robert wasn’t so outspoken. Most of the time, it’s a blessing. He’s the first to chime up with a suggestion at community meetings, often to the dismay of Elizabeth. At this moment though, it is going to get them all killed. Jack looks at the back of the hall; Kirkmin has gone to the door and is gesturing for his men to come in.
“Thanks for your concern, Robert, but he's fine. Please, we all need to…” Jack says desperately.
“This isn’t like you, Jack. Just what the hell is going on?” Robert asks, interrupting Jack.
Concern is clearly growing in the crowd; Jack thinks they look more worried than they did when he started talking. Kirkmin’s men have entered the hall. The situation has got away from Jack.
A shot rings out, then another, and another. Panic envelopes the room; some people are screaming, some are attempting to leave the hall.
“Silence,” Kirkmin shouts out. “Stop right now or we will kill you all.”
The room returns to some form of order. Jack looks out blankly at the devastating sight before him. Elizabeth is crouched over Robert’s body. Others crowd round the two guards who have been shot. Robert and one of the guards have been shot in the head while the other guard has been shot in the shoulder.
Kirkmin moves forward towards the injured guard and the crowd parts, backing off as Kirkmin draws closer. Some of the children are crying, their parents trying to console them. Jack has slowly made his way from the stage to the guard and is applying pressure to the wound. He looks up and realises he is the only one left tending to the guard as Kirkmin approaches.
“Don’t do this,” Jack pleads.
“This is your fault, Jack. You’ve failed them. You could have kept them safe but you failed them.” Kirkmin cruelly goads Jack.
“Please,” Jack says gently and tries to protect the guard with his body. Kirkmin shoves Jack aside and shoots the guard in the face.
Kirkmin turns to face the shocked crowd. “We expect no insubordination. You will do as we say. You are not the first settlement we have come across. Some adapt and survive. Others don’t understand how we operate. You will be fine as long as you obey our rules.”
Jack looks at the horrific mess the community dining hall has become. Elizabeth is sobbing as she holds Robert in her arms. The faces of the children looking at him, with all hope faded from their eyes, will haunt him forever.
Kirkmin orders his men to bring in all the members of the community who have been poisoned, leaving just Kirkmin in the room. Jack staggers to his feet, eyes fixed on Kirkmin. This bastard has killed his father, killed his three friends and destroyed what they’d all built up here.
Kirkmin still has his back to Jack, patrolling the door and waiting for his men to get back. Jack picks up the guard’s gun from under the body and slowly raises the gun.
Can't wait
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Awesome, I really like how you handled the situation.
Robert's lifeless eyes are blankly staring at the ceiling. Elizabeth is kneeling down next to him, tenderly swaying her husband's head around her lap. Tears roll from her eyes and fall onto his pale face. Her lips become cold when they touch his cheeks, kissing him farewell. With trembling hands she lays Robert's head down, carefully closing his eyes. A dangerous feeling of anger boils up inside her. Her hands are twitching and every muscle tenses. She breaths heavily when she notices the crowd that has gathered around her, they look concerned, yet their terrified faces are all distractedly pointing in Jack's direction. Elizabeth rises while wiping away her last tears, her sight becomes clear as the watery blur goes away. Behind her stands Jack, pointing a pistol at the man named Kirkmin. His aim is steady, his look determined. She stares at him with awe, silently rooting for him. The excitement within the crowd is soon obliterated when a disappointing click emits from the gun.
(Please listen to this from here on out:
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Kirkmin immediately turns around and pulls his own gun, aiming it at Jack. The former hero has opened his eyes widely, breathing heavily when he knows his days are numbered. ''Well, well, well... You honestly thought you could outsmart me ?'', Kirkmin chuckles. Walking closer and closer, the large man keeps talking. ''Trying to save the day... Look where that's brought you. Your father's dead and there's a gun in your face. Now tell me, was it all worth it?'' Looking straight down the barrel of the gun, Jack carefully steps back. Kirkmin follows his every motion, intimidating him along the way. When they finally reach the small stage he orders Jack to kneel down on the filthy planks. Feeling the cold metal of the barrel of the gun in the back of his head sends a shiver down his spine. Tears well up in his eyes, but he makes sure not to let them flow. Most of the inhabitants see him as a role-model, a leader, but most of all, their friend. Kirkmin continues rambling about the weakness of the settlement's leader, leaving Jack helplessly kneeling down before him.
''And now, yet another one of your so called leaders dies by my hand! Under my control, this community will thrive!'' Kirkmin grips his large hand tightly around the pistol. Jack breaths in slowly, embracing his fate, terrifying as it may be. When his oppressor is just about to pull the trigger, a taunting scream echoes from the back of the hall. Kirkmin lowers his gun and looks through the crowd, searching for the person who shouted. The crowd becomes restless and uneasy when Kirkmin starts screaming. His eyes are opened widely and his face has turned red. Spit flies from his mouth as he yells random insults to the unidentified rebel. ''Show yourself, right now!'' Elizabeth slowly raises her hand and the crowd starts forming a circle around her. ''It was me.'', she says with only a slight crack in her voice. She raises her other hand, which is holding a pistol, and aims it at Kirkmin. ''Who in the Devil's name are you?'', the agitated man furiously shouts.
''My name is Elizabeth Grey. And I will avenge my husband.'', she says before taking a deep breath and squeezing her finger tightly around the trigger.
Hmm, wonder when i can hop in :P.
Just like to ask, where's Sarah? I totally forgot, I thought she was with Kirkmin but maybe not.
Not sure to be honest, she isn't in the dining hall at least.
Maybe somebody could write her seeing Clementine, Jeremy & Bryan into the story, that might be interesting.
It's not written but I think that after Sarah was brought in the room to explain to Jack how Kirkmin's group found Jack's settlement, she would have been taken to a holding place somewhere in the settlement.
She's not in the dining hall but it's possible she is being held somewhere. There would be a few of Kirkmin's men holding her but it would definitely be plausible for Clementine and her gang to come across her when they are trying to escape the settlement...
Clementine races down the hall of the community jail. "Come on... hurry..." She says anxiously. "I'm the one who has a person on my shoulder... please slow down." Jeremy says, trying to catch up to Clementine. When all of a sudden, they hear the guards coming back.
"Shit!" Clementine says as she hides underneath a chair. Jeremy, who is beginning to run out of energy slips, and falls with Bryan falling on top of him.
Strangely, the guards throw a woman in the cell, and leave. "Sarah is that you?" Clementine asks.
"Huh? Please help me get out! There's bad people who snuck in to the settlement. They're going to kill us all u don't let me out."
Bryan slowly gazes over to Sarah. "No don't-" Bryan coughs up blood. "Don't let her out, let her suffer..."
Jeremy interrupts. "But what if she's telling the truth? What if we die!"
Bryan and Jeremy look over at Clementine. "We got one vote to save her. One vote to leave her. What is it. Clementine?"
Please continue...
U no like farm group? rawhhh
Just kidding. everthing seems cool
Derp
Just wanted to point out that i dont have skype right now as that got hacked as well. in order to not get everyone to stretch there necks out for me i would just like to say one thing that i want added
Inclusion of the farm group
That would be the one thing i would want
I am so sorry, but once again you haven't read carefully...
Jeremy, Clem and Bryan already got out of the cell and reached their Camper with Kenny and Danielle in it. Nice story, not possible, though.
Ideas... I've got so many awesome ideas...
Since the story is continuing I just want to find out if the Skype date is still in planning and if yes we need a specific date as weekend's around the corner. I vote for Sunday, late afternoon - Europe / Sunday early noon - America.
So?
Sounds fine by me, if we can get an exact time, that would be nice as well.
One thing I want to note is that it would be great if Elizabeth could stay alive. I haven't planned anything for her, but I think she could be an interesting character if we develop her personality some more.
How about that:
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Opinions? Yes, no, shut up?
Around 5 would work for me.
Well nobody can write unfortunately because Randomz had a continuity error, so until its edited I guess we can discuss the Skype times.
Once again, I'm sorry guys. You can just dismiss my previous post.
Thanks, but maybe you can try reading more carefully next time? We really don't want to have to dismiss so many of your posts.
Clementine opens the door.
"Kenny? Danielle?" Clementine asks.
Kenny & Danielle are both passed out in their cabin...
"Oh my god" Jeremy says.
Jeremy rests Bryan on a chair and puts a warm cover around him.
"Clem, feel their pulses" Jeremy says.
Clementine goes over to Danielle, before feeling her pulse.
"Danielle is fine I think, her pulse is actually kind of steady, maybe Kenny did some kind of CPR to steady it?" Clem asks.
"I don't think so Clementine, Kenny looks seriously out" Jeremy says sadly.
"Jeremy...I'm...(coughs) I'm...fine. Go...go help Clem with Ken" Bryan coughs slowly, his body felt like it was burning, like he was being tortured, but now he was with his friends, and didn't want Kenny to die.
Jeremy feels Kenny's pulse.
"Oh god" Jeremy says.
"What is it?" Clementine asks desperately. "Come on Kenny!" she shouts.
"Gotta be quiet Clem, but, Kenny's pulse is really slow, it's not like Danielle's, I think we need to use CPR" Jeremy says
"What if it wasn't the food poisoning? What if it was just a drink?" Clem replies.
"I doubt that, but if it was a drink, Kenny took a larger sip than Dani" Jeremy tells Clem.
"Come on, we gotta save him" Clem says.
Bryan points to a corner, "Look, it's a drink...it was the drink" Bryan points to the fake kool-aid.
"Bryan's right" Jeremy says.
Jeremy and Clem get to work.
So it's in your hands, Kenny still has a pulse, but it's not as steady as Danielle's. Is Kenny ok? Up to you.
Well I had read it, it had just been so long since that scene was posted. I tried going back to look at the last one, but I guess it wasn't.
"Rest in peace, Cleo. Guess, now it's only the two of us left...".
Frank makes sure nobody watches him, then he raises and sneaks behind a building, observing the scene:
The brute and the blonde guy walk towards a large building, looking like some kind of communal facility. A few guards are following them. Apart from them nobody else can be seen. "I'm gonna catch that bastard later - first we gotta find Kenny, right Oreo? Come on and stay quiet...".
Crawling silently from building to building he comes across a few passed out bodies. "Jesus... what the hell happened here...". When he steps over a lifeless body of a female he can hear loud sobbing. He looks around him, though cannot see anyone, but the dead-sounding voice tells him it comes from a large bungalow. The hopelessness and absolute sorrow resonating from the voice affects him, so he nears a window he thinks the crying comes from. Peeking into the room Frank can see a woman tied to a chair and a military looking men who seams to go through all off her stuff. The woman has black long hair tied to a ponytail. Unfortunately Frank can't see her face as she sits with her back to the window. On the window board is a canvas with a photo in it: It shows two women. One of them has very short dark hair and is putting her arm around the other woman, who is also smiling. Might be the woman in the stool... She crosses her arms and has a mysterious aura: Even though she's smiling it doesn't look authentic. She has the eyes of a cat and the fortitude of a tigress. It's the kind of woman Frank always admired but never got. He's never been good with women, even though he has had several chances.
"If I were you I wouldn't decline that offer for a date", his brother used to say, "You're way too picky, Frank, considering you're as handsome as a boar." "I maybe ugly but at least I know very damn well what I want - and I don't want to go on a date with our neighbour's niece." That was 9 years ago, and Frank now realizes that he's still a virgin - he sighs in frustration. In the lower right corner of the photograph Frank reads the words: "Best sisters forever! Kisses and Hugs, Erin". Then Frank notices something on the back of the canvas: There's a key taped to it. The woman in the chair moves her hands behind her, trying to get rid of the loops. Bemused, asking himself when was the last time when he has met a woman Frank gets interrupted by what seams to be a guard: He raises and walks towards the woman. Frank immediatelly steps back from the window with the aim to sneak to the next building. "We gotta focus, Oreo. We're here to find Kenny...". Suddenly something grabs his ankle and Frank startles, intuitionally shielding the kitten and pointing his gun at the woman who has become a zorg. "Jesus... something fishy's goin' on here..." he says, putting his gun away and killing the woman off with a machete to prevent noises. In the corner of his eye he can sense people and Frank hunkers down right away. It's three persons, a young afro-american, holding a blond guy only dressed in a wintercoat and a little girl. They look around, obviously avoiding witnesses. "Clementine, hurry - I'm right behind you!". They eventually enter one of the many campers. "Clementine... I guess, I've heard that name before." Frank says to himself while trying to prevent Oreo from jumping out of his coat pocket. Then the penny drops: "Pascucci told me about her, the little girl being the best shot he had ever seen! They are Pascucci's folks! Kenny must be there - let's go."
This was my very first time writing with Frank and I tried to develop his character a bit - hope you liked it.
I'm fine with 4pm.
It's okay, try again next time! Just so you know, your writing isn't the problem, it's the continuity.
Good, I've honestly been waiting for one of your posts ever since you wrote that you are full of ''Ideas... I've got so many awesome ideas...''
EDIT: Nice post!
Nice! Good job developing his character. (I guess I didn't do much developing while I was writing him.)
"You guys actually know how to do CPR?" Jeremy asks. Clem, and Bryan both nod no, when they hear a sound outside the camper.
"I got this." Clementine says, pulling her pistol out from her pocket. "No please... please don't." Bryan says. Clem ignores him and continues. "Bryan, I'm strong enough now... I can do this, what if it's just a ghos-"
Her voice is interrupted when a man enters the camper. Jeremy looks back. "Who the hell are you?! Are you the one who did is to Kenny an Daniel?!"
The big man begins to speak. "Do you guys know a man named Pascucci?"
Clementine slowly puts her gun down. "How do you know Pascucci?" The man sighs. "I don't know how to tell you this, but.. Pascucci got shot.. he died. His last thing he told me to do was, find Kenny. I'm assuming this is him?"
Jeremy nods. "This is him... but we're not sure how long he'll last. He needs CPR and unfortunately none of us know how to do so."
The man begins to speak. "Its your lucky day. Before the world changed, I was a nurse."
Beat me to it! Guess I'll write after you.
Thanks, but I want to keep my ideas just a little longer. And regarding Kenny: I didn't want to touch his fate since I don't know if any of you has Plans for the next season involving him.
We don't plan anymore ever since... * Dramatically turns head to the camera * What happened.
Can i have your opinions, on this post. I don't care if they are bad or good, I just need to know.
I like it. I'm glad Frank is getting good development and has met the main group.
The gunshot echoes through the large hall. The large group of people shout in fear and confusion. He carefully looks behind him, his aching knees and painful neck creak like the old hinges of a weary door. The intimidating silhouette of his previously terrifying oppressor has lost its grandness. The large man grasps for his chest, blood seeping from underneath his hands. He gasps for breath but when he realizes what has just occurred, he falls to his back. With a loud bang the air gets pushed out of his lungs. Jack quickly stands up and takes a step back from the twitching corpse. ''Damn...'' he mutters before turning to the anxious crowd. ''Thanks, Liz.'' he pants, his near death experience has left him feeling like he's not himself anymore, like a lifeless walker. As he finally catches his breath Elizabeth walks up to him, her chestnut-brown hair covering most of her depressed-looking face.
''Liz, I just want to--'' she pushes him aside and steps next to Kirkmin's body. Spit flies from her mouth and into the old man's face. Disgusted, she crouches down next to him and pulls out her knife. ''This one's for Robert.'' she whispers while stabbing him in the head, making sure he won't be able to harm anyone ever again. ''Elizabeth, we need to--'' The angry doctor cuts him off once again. ''I don't care what you think we have to do, there's still those other assholes left.'' She walks away from the stage and gathers the crowd around her. Forty-two people surround the woman with a new-found passion for vengeance. The entire population of their settlement is listening to Elizabeth, some are handed guns scavenged from the dead guards laying around the diner hall. Her behavior shocks him. She had always been one of the most passive people in this community, meaning Robert's death has changed her already. Jack is still staring at Kirkmin. He gets an uneasy feeling when he realizes the wide-open eyes appear to be following him, carefully noting his every move. Shaking off the terrifying thought, Jack moves closer to the body. Crouching down to pick up the gun, he notices a small black device hanging from Kirkmin's belt.
Carefully unhooking it, Jack recognizes the odd antenna poking out from the top. ''A walkie-talkie...'' he whispers to himself. As he looks at the display and the many buttons covering the device, an overwhelming rush of memories of the world from before engulf his thoughts. As a kid, Jack used to play a different kind of hide-and-seek with his friends using walkie-talkie's just like this one. They were his father's, so whenever they wanted to play, he had to sneak them out of the house. John knew he did that, but never said anything about it. Gagging heavily, Jack holds his hand before his mouth, the mere thought of his father's body is still sickening. When he turns around the group has stripped the deceased guards and has put on their small amount of body armor. The squad of ten looks ready, almost excited. Elizabeth stands in front of them, holding a lecture about how the gun's safety works. ''Let's go!'' the group screams as they rush out the doors, Jack hurries to catch up with them after telling the rest to stay within the safety of the hall.
''We'll be back when we've killed every single one of them.''