Author’s notes: Yes, this took a buttload of time to get to, and I’m sorry. Read Louis first, then BIll. I’m also aware of that this can’t be canon due to location issues.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
I have a question for you.
Does god know who we are?
Does he wonder what has become of us?
The star replied “He no longer knows nor cares.”
I replied “Why has he abandoned us?”
“You abandoned yourselves.”
Cheers!
“Hey! Another round for everyone!”
“Yeah!”
“Woohoo!”
“On three! One, Two, Three!”
“Cheers!”
Francis sat at the bar amongst the hubbub of the evening. He wasn’t unhappy, he as having a great time. Something still niggled at him, made him have a bit of a odd disposition. As the bartender slid him down a beer, he whispered “I hate beer.”
His friend, hearing him, said “You are such a comedian Francis! You drink like a fish!”
Francis laughed a little, and took a swig of the beer. He set the glass down, and saw his reflection in the yellow liquid. He grimaced and downed the rest of the glass. The evening progressed, and Francis became increasingly inebriated. His mood lightened, he laughed, danced, participated in all the hubbub. Finally, it was time for him to go home. He asked his buddy, Joe, to take the gang home. Since Joe was the designated driver for the evening, he agreed. All the guys piled in the back of Joe’s van, since whenever they went drinking they left their bikes at home. They all laughed, and Francis, in a jolly mood, jokingly said, “I hate vans!” Everyone laughed, and slowly started to drift off into a drunken sleep.
Joe, pulling up to each of the members houses/ trailers, got out, and woke them up, and dumped them off one at a time. Finally, he got to Francis’s trailer last, and gave him the same treatment as everyone else.
“Get up you lazy bum.” Joe said, shaking Francis.
Francis woke up, confused, and with a splitting headache. Joe dragged him out of the car and helped him into the trailer. He set him down on the couch and walked out. Francis, still very tired, lay down and went to sleep.
Apocolypse 1, Humanity 0
Francis woke up, and was immediately assailed by the effects of his hangover. He got up and slowly walked over to one of the cabinets. He looked for some pain pills, and found some. He swallowed four of them, and put them down on the counter. He flicked on the TV, adjusting the antenna. He finally found a signal, and noticed it was a black screen with a few lines of text on it, alert tone playing.
“Meh, must be a test.” he mumbled.
He flicked the channel, the same screen. He flipped the channels multiple times, all of them with the same thing. He finally gave up and turned off the TV. He rummaged through the fridge, and he found some soda. He quickly opened the can, and took a large swig. As he recovered slowly from the effects of last night’s festivities, something clicked in his brain. He quickly turned the TV on, and looked at what the alert screen said.
He read the screen, and it said to proceed to the nearest evacuation centre, and that public carrying of firearms was permitted. Francis was a bit perturbed, but thought he wasn’t in any immediate danger. He then heard pounding at his door.
He irritably yelled, “Keep your shorts on, I’m coming.” He opened the door, and a dishevelled man stood there, just staring at him. The man had his shirt ripped to pieces, jeans torn in several places, and he appeared to be wearing white contacts. Nothing out of the ordinary for the neighbourhood.
“Well? What do you want?” Francis said irritably.
The man stood there, just staring, swaying back and forth.
“Are you gonna say something?”
The man maintained his stare, not even blinking. Francis decided that this guy must be high off of something and started to close the door. The man suddenly sprang forward and forced his way through the doorway. He knocked Francis back, and continuing his rush, slammed Francis against the wall. Francis shoved him off and delivered a kick to the crotch. The man was stunned for a second, but rushed Francis again. Francis stepped to the side, and slammed the man mid-run into the wall. The man slid down, leaving a blood trail.
Francis stood still, staring at the body. He thought over what was going on, all the while the feeling sinking in that this wasn’t just some weird coincidence.
What was that? He didn’t even react when I kicked him! Like a freaking zombie…
For one of the few times in his life, Francis decided that running was the best choice. He went to his closet and pulled out the shotgun he had used for so many purposes. After stuffing his vest pockets with ammo, he left his trailer. He looked around the park, and saw many people shuffling around, the same way the one man did.
I probably just fell asleep watching some bad horror flick.
Being outnumbered about 50 to 1, he headed down the road into town, since none of them were standing anywhere near the exit. Francis proceeded for many hours on thie road, heading in to town. Finally, he saw the outline of buildings on the horizon, and he quickened his pace.
Mania
Francis passed into the suburbs of the city after many hours of trekking down the desolate road. He entered to see a scene he would have expected to see during one of his gangs outdoor parties. There were burning cars, doors and windows smashed in, bits of paper littered about on the street. Francis proceeded carefully, and walked slowly down the road. He came across a car that was still running.
Maybe I can use this to get out of here…
Francis smashed in the window, and set the alarm off. He immediately heard a wail that he had never heard before, and it sent a chill down his spine. In the mist of the morning, he saw outlines running towards him, many of them.
“Bring it on, I’m invincible!” Francis yelled towards them, seeing that they were just like the man that had attacked him earlier.
He started unloading shotgun shells into the crowd of people running towards him, but they had little effect at the range. He stood his ground, waiting for them to come closer. They charged, running over each other even if one of them fell, like a dog chasing a car, focused on nothing but their target.
Finally, they reached a range where Francis could take them out. He started opening fire, taking down a few with each shot. No matter how many he took down, they gradually kept getting closer and closer, until finally, while Francis was reloading, one of them got close and tried to scratch him. Francis batted him off, but the horde had surrounded him. He spun, hitting back the crowd with the butt of his gun. At one point in the fray, he dropped his gun. He started throwing punches, kicking them in the stomach, even trying to tackle into some of them. They all kept attacking him from all sides, making his attempts at resistance increasingly futile. As he was worn down by the fighting and being hit from all angles, he finally dropped to the ground, still being attacked. as his vision went blurry, the crowd started to lighten up, and he thought he heard gunshots. Finally, his vision faded off.
Saviours
Francis woke up in a bed, and it appeared to be morning. He tried to get up, but his bruised and beaten body wouldn’t let him. He looked around, and saw a man sitting in the corner.
Weakly, he said “Who… who the hell are you?”
The man shook his head and looked up, and yelled “Hey, Hey Bill! He’s awake!”
The man was black, wearing a button up shirt with a tie, and torn jeans. He was clean shaven, and looked to have suffered some recent injuries. Another man walked in, an old man, wering combat fatigues.
“Well son, we thought you were dead, the beatin’ you took.” The old man said.
Francis, regaining a little strength, smirked and said, “What can I say? I’m invincible!”
The black man said, “No, you ain’t invincible, just stupid.”
“Listen bub-”
“It’s Louis.”
“Well listen Louis, I don’t see you fighting off zombies with your fists!” yelled Francis angrily.
“Both of you, shut up!” The old man said.
“Now, if we’re going to get out of this mess, we’ve got to work together. Now, I’m Bill, can you say your name, or did the zombies take what was left of your brain?”
“Names’ Francis, old man.” Francis said, laying back down.
“We’ll stay here for now, until we can get you back on your feet.” Bill said with a sigh.
