Retribution
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The Walking Dead: The Journey of Two. - "I promised I would see you one day, sadly it had to happen like this."
"Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed, she's got everything uncle John needs!" The lyrics of a classic song written back in the 60's were blaring in the ears of a former U.S. marine who had returned home two years back. His head was nodding slowly as he reminisced about his tour back in Afghanistan. Those were the times the former marine thought but soon his day dream was ruined by his boot being kicked by a friend of his.
"Hey, jerk off, wake up. We have Z's at the gates, it's your turn to show off your crack shots." The wise ass's name who kicked the marine's boot is D.J. Riddle, a old friend of the marines. A smart ass but a good friend too. "E.J., come on!" Riddle yelled at E.J. the former marine to get up and so he got up. He pushed himself off the rubble covered floor and shrugged his large shoulders before slinging his gear over his back and strapping it to his chest. He reached over to the wall where his M16A3 assault rifle was sitting on its side and shouldered it to his side. He remembered grabbing this weapon exactly two years back when all of Hell broke loose. The National Guard were over run and some of the Alabamian hicks were the only ones who had a chance to survive.
"Yeah, yeah I'm going. I was just trying to get a little bit of me time." E.J. said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes as he detached the magazine from his gun and checked the rounds he had left in them. He nodded with delight noticing he had 25 rounds left out of the 30 he started off with. The pair walked outside into the sunlight, E.J. slid his pair of dusty aviators down over his eyes and pulled his beanie out from his side pocket below his Bowie knife and slipped it over his short hair head. He looked towards the gates that were a few blocks down. He could see the stray Z's that were trying to claw their way through the iron gates. The ex-marine raised his weapon and placed the gun on single shot mode and reaching up to the scope he clicked a few dials before locking on the Z's head. "Dig this." He said calmly before double tapping the trigger and striking two Z's right in the dome. He watched how their heads jerked back with their rotting brains flying out the back of their mangled heads. "Boom! Head shot!" Riddle looked at E.J. when he yelled out the small victory chant and laughed before patting his back. The pair had made it to Springville, Alabama a few months ago after promising a woman E.J. had been wanting too meet for a while, even before the outbreak. He wondered what she was doing this morning, probably helping her grandmother with breakfast or doing her fair share of killing Z's.
The Walking Dead: The Journey of Two. - "I promised I would see you one day, sadly it had to happen like this."
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"Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed, she's got everything uncle John needs!" The lyrics of a classic song written back in the 60's were blaring in the ears of a former U.S. marine who had returned home two years back. His head was nodding slowly as he reminisced about his tour back in Afghanistan. Those were the times the former marine thought but soon his day dream was ruined by his boot being kicked by a friend of his.
"Hey, jerk off, wake up. We have Z's at the gates, it's your turn to show off your crack shots." The wise ass's name who kicked the marine's boot is D.J. Riddle, a old friend of the marines. A smart ass but a good friend too. "E.J., come on!" Riddle yelled at E.J. the former marine to get up and so he got up. He pushed himself off the rubble covered floor and shrugged his large shoulders before slinging his gear over his back and strapping it to his chest. He reached over to the wall where his M16A3 assault rifle was sitting on its side and shouldered it to his side. He remembered grabbing this weapon exactly two years back when all of Hell broke loose. The National Guard were over run and some of the Alabamian hicks were the only ones who had a chance to survive.
"Yeah, yeah I'm going. I was just trying to get a little bit of me time." E.J. said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes as he detached the magazine from his gun and checked the rounds he had left in them. He nodded with delight noticing he had 25 rounds left out of the 30 he started off with. The pair walked outside into the sunlight, E.J. slid his pair of dusty aviators down over his eyes and pulled his beanie out from his side pocket below his Bowie knife and slipped it over his short hair head. He looked towards the gates that were a few blocks down. He could see the stray Z's that were trying to claw their way through the iron gates. The ex-marine raised his weapon and placed the gun on single shot mode and reaching up to the scope he clicked a few dials before locking on the Z's head. "Dig this." He said calmly before double tapping the trigger and striking two Z's right in the dome. He watched how their heads jerked back with their rotting brains flying out the back of their mangled heads. "Boom! Head shot!" Riddle looked at E.J. when he yelled out the small victory chant and laughed before patting his back. The pair had made it to Springville, Alabama a few months ago after promising a woman E.J. had been wanting too meet for a while, even before the outbreak. He wondered what she was doing this morning, probably helping her grandmother with breakfast or doing her fair share of killing Z's.