The Walking Dead: Warlord

Day one of being captive passes by relatively quickly. I am a little hungry, but I’ve been eating less than usual for the past few days anyway, so this isn’t much of a bother. The other thing that is a bother is that whenever Ricardo comes in, it always ends with him getting impatient and hitting me. But I hold on. I know I’ll get the chance to escape, otherwise the system wouldn’t have given me that quest.

Day two goes like the first. My stomach grumbles all day, and using the bathroom is a pain in the ass. They do let me up to go to the bathroom, but Ricardo always has a shotgun pointed at my back. My shotgun. The blond girl, who I’ve learned is named Kelsie, is the most oblivious of the group. When she’s here, she walks around the room or sits with her back towards me, reading a book. She’s the only one who actually speaks to me, too. Though that’s usually to call me a bitch for fucking Vanessa. I think she’s directing her anger at the wrong person.

Day three is when everything changes. I wake up in the middle of the night to incredible stomach pain. My throat is dry as well. My tongue feels like sandpaper. Ricardo doesn’t look good. He’s stopped hitting me, and is just sitting in the corner, nodding off every now and then. I think… he may be bitten. 

Right now, I’m being watched by silent George. There’s also a horde moving outside the apartment, adding to my growing sense of dread. I’ve been looking for a chance to escape, but so far nothing has come up. Maybe the system has abandoned me? I dunno… I don’t think it would…

The lanky redhead is looking around the room right now, writing stuff down on a notepad. It seems the cardboard boxes stored around the room are actually their stolen goods. Talking, half to myself, half to George, I ask in a raspy voice,

“Taking inventory?”

And… A blue screen appears in front of me.

[Inventory:]

[Bowie Knife]

[…]

I slam my head back on the pipe, causing George to jump. He speaks in a low voice,

“Fuck, did you already lose your mind or something? None of this would’ve happened if you’d just tell us where your group is.”

I stay silent as I look at the glowing screen. I’m tempted to take out the knife and stab this fucker right here and now, but he’s got a gun, and…

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[Enemy Status:]

[Name: George Miller]

[Age: 23]

[Health: Healthy]

[Stamina: Good]

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[Stats:]

[STR: 14]

[AGI: 10]

[DEX: 13]

[INT: 9]

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[Skills:]

[Fist Fighting 2, Pistol Shooting 2, Psychological Strength 2, Walker Killing 1, Rifle Shooting 1]

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Those aren’t stats I’d choose to go up against right now… I’ll wait for him to be focused on the other side of the room and…

*beepbeepbeep*

My watch, which is on a desk in the corner of the room, goes off. He sighs and says,

“Alright. Kelsie’s turn. Good, I was getting bored.”

As he walks through the doorway, I quickly get my knife out of my inventory and cut through my restraints. I’m about to go for my leg restraints, when the door opens up again. I quickly put my hands back behind me and wait to see whoever comes in. It’s Kelsie. I wait for the door to fully close behind her, and say in a raspy voice,

“C-can I have some water?”

Kelsie jumps a little at my voice, but eventually says,

“Sorry, but no. I was told to not let you have anything.”

I stop responding to her and face down at the ground with my eyes closed. Slowly I fall over to my left side, making sure to knock over one of the bottles lying to my side. I also hit my head a little for added effect. I hide the Bowie knife close to my body and up my arm, making sure she can’t see it. I hear Kelsie speak in a slightly panicked tone,

“Oh god. Fuck, fine.”

I hear her grab a plastic bottle and make her way over to me. I feel her grab my head and lift it off the floor, while putting the bottle up to my lips. I open my eyes slightly… And I speak to her softly,

“I’m sorry.”

She looks confused as my arm rockets out from behind my body, the knife point ripping through her neck in a split second. It enters the left side of her neck, and exits the right. I then pull the knife forward, severing her vocal chords, her arteries, and her jugular all in one go. I get sprayed by a gush of crimson which covers my face, chest, and arms. The girl struggles for breath and falls back to the ground as a puddle of blood begins to form around her neck. She makes a sickening gurgling sound,

“Ugrgg! HUkggggggG!”

I watch her as she slowly calms down, before falling unconscious, and dying. Just to make doubly sure, I jam my knife into her brain from her temple.

[Human - 100p]

[510p]

I get up and turn on the light, trying to find a set of clothes because I’m tired of being naked. I end up finding a black tshirt, a denim jacket, and a black pair of jeans. I also find a pistol on Kelsie’s body, tucked into her waistband. As I look at the girl’s body, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for her. But, her group is the one that imprisoned, starved, and beat me. At least one of them did, anyway.

As I stuff the Glock into my waistband, I hear a knock at the door as a low voice speaks up,

“Kelsie, I got you some food.”

I quickly move over to the door, and turn off the light. I hide to where when he opens the door, I’ll be behind it.I hear the voice again,

“Kelsie?”

I hold my knife up in an ice pick position, ready to bring it down on this big oaf.

“I’m coming in.”

As the door opens, light from the stairwell pours into the room, illuminating the floor in front of me. As he steps in, I see him looking around. Strapped to his back is some kind of bolt-action rifle. He enters the room slowly,

“Kelsie. For fucks sake. Wh- Oh shi-”

I jump on his back and jam the knife into his shoulder, just barely missing his neck.

“GAH! SHIT!”

He reaches back and grabs my hair, but I pull the knife out and keep stabbing him over and over again. He pulls at my hair, causing my eyes to tear up. He falls down to his knees in between stabs, I hear a clicking noise as his other arm reaches back. I see a switchblade headed straight for my face. He bellows out in anger,

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! GRAH!”

I barely react to it in time as the blade pierces through my eyebrow, and down my cheek, barely missing my eyeball. I dig my knife down into his chest as his switchblade rips back up my face before being stabbed down across my cheek. I stab my bowie knife one more time, deep into his neck and down into his chest.

Blood seeps into my right eye as I twist my knife and rip it out of his neck. My hand is covered in sticky crimson as it spouts from him like a geyser. He drops the switchblade and reaches for his neck, trying to keep the blood from leaving him. He falls over and rolls onto his back, looking up at me as his life slowly seeps out of him.

[Human - 100p]

[610p]

Alright… After a quick stab to the brain, I pick up his switchblade. The blade is black, and the handle is a dark, stained bone. I hold it in my hand and swing it around a bit. Not gonna lie… I kinda like this knife.

I put the blade in my inventory and head out the door, ready to get some revenge.

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