Day 2
I jolted awake from a nightmare I couldn't remember and looked around, finding myself still in the barn from last night. It wasn't a dream I thought getting up, Fuck! I walked out of the barn. It was pretty early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet. The silence felt beautiful, with the cool breeze brushing against my skin. The only unpleasant thing was the acrid scent in the air I hadn't noticed yesterday.
Hershel's farm was surrounded by trees, leaving only one side for crops. The field was quite large, the crop swayed left and right with the wind.
I was leaning against the fence when I heard footsteps in the distance. They were rhythmic, so I didn't bother turning around. Soon, the girl I met last night came and leaned on the fence beside me.
I didn't say anything; neither did she. We just looked into the distance, taking in the scenery, while my head continued to mope.
"Aren't you scared?" Suddenly, the girl asked, "Of what?" I questioned. "What's happening to the world and all, this pungent smell filling the air, the alarms blaring in the distance?" She said.
I turned to her; her eyes stared at me with questions, seeking answers.
"There's a lot of green in your eyes." The only thing I took notice of were her eyes; they were beautiful. The girl chuckled, "That's all you care about?"
"What else is there to care about?" I say, and look back into the distance, to the swaying crop, "Who's that girl you're with?" she asked shifting closer, "Just some kid I picked up," I replied, I don't know why I am protecting her, 'I would've left her with Lee if he showed up that is.'
"Where are her parents?" She asked with concern.
"Dead, likely," I replied.
"That's horrible,"
"It is what it is, and she already thinks they are, I can tell," I said.
"Where's your family and friends?"
I paused. I cannot remember my past, what my name was, who I was, what I liked or disliked, but I know that I'm not from this world, I know this world, in great detail, I have seen it before, on a screen, I have seen many worlds, not just this one, yet I couldn't tell anyone; they wouldn't understand. The vague memories remained, and now that they have merged with the man whose body I had taken over, they have blurred my own existence. In simpler words, I couldn't answer the question.
"I don't have any," I lied or told the truth, even I didn't know. She fell silent, her eyes stayed on my face, as if lost. I turned to her and back to the field. "H-how is it?" The first time I heard her stutter, "How is what?" I asked, confused what her question was.
"Being alone," she said meekly.
I couldn't think of an answer, again. "It just is," I said with no value or life in those words.
For the next five or so minutes, we just stood there looking at the sun peeking in the distance, as if afraid to shine, for the world was ending.
"I thought it would feel liberating," She spoke, "Free, unfettering, but looking at you, it feels…"
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The sun had risen above the horizon, the farm was stiring with laughter and stories, Hershel was taking care of the farm, Otis had gone hunting, while Shawn had begun to reinforce the fence, suddenly the girl from the morning came up to me, "Here, I believe it's yours?" she said her arm extended toward me, holding the harness I had given to Hershel last night.
I took it from her and wore it over my shirt. "Are you a cop?" she asked. "A Scientist," I said with a small smile. She chuckled hearing it. "Words of your father, not mine," I said, glancing at the back of Hershel, who was now in the barn, cleaning it.
"Name's Maggie," she introduced herself with a sigh that exhaled exhaustion, maybe because I didn't ask her for her name, because I knew it already.
"Albert Wesker," I replied, looking away, "I'll be around and see if someone needs my help." I nodded at her and left.
Hershel walked up to Maggie. "You better stay away from him," he said, standing next to her. Maggie's face contorted hearing it. "When have you ever let me get close?" she murmured and walked away.
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I was walking around the farm when I saw Kenny checking his truck's engine. "You heading out?" I asked. "Yeah, we are headed to Macon. Want a ride?" He asked me.
"When will you be leaving?" I asked, "When you two are ready." He said while glancing at Clem who was sitting with Katjaa.
I nodded. Though I did want to stay here on Hershel's farm, I don't think he'll let me stay for more than a few days, so the motor inn would be my best choice as of now. I don't know if Rick exists in this world or not. Guess I'll see.
I walked to Clem who was busy talking to Katjaa about her school, "You mind if I borrow Clem for a minute,"
I walked with Clem to the edge of the farm where the fence was, leaning on it, I looked over at her, "How are you feeling?" I asked her, "I'm not a kid, you know that, right?" she huffed, "Sure, but you were crying yesterday," I told her.
She looked at me, even more annoyed than before. "I just want you to know, I'm headed to Macon. If you want to go somewhere else, you can tell me," I said with a serious tone.
After thinking for a while, "I'll go where you go," Clem said with a saddened face, probably remembering her parents leaving her all alone.
I patted her head, "Alright then, go sit with Katjaa." I said, and she left, dashing toward Katjaa. I moved to the back of the two-story house, where Shawn was working on the fence, and Kenny Jr was pretending to drive the red tractor.
"Need a hand?" I asked, standing behind while he hammered the nails, trying to attach a plank on the broken down section of the fence.
"That'd be great. If you could cut those two-bys to length, that'd sure speed things up," he said, standing up and pointing me to the saw bench.
"Sure,"
I went over, picked up the plank, and began to saw it in half. "My dad doesn't know how bad it is." "No, he doesn't," I replied.
"I saw a guy in Atlanta shoot a kid in the head. He put the barrel right between his eyes and pulled the trigger." Shawn said, shaking his head. I changed the plank and began sawing again. "A Walker?" I asked. "I don't know." "Sometimes, it's kill or be killed." I said, "But… A kid?" Shawn muttered. "Did you have to… kill one?"
"No, not yet."
"Dad just wants to keep the family safe and thinks inviting people in is a bigger threat than whatever's out there."
"I can agree to that," I said, and finished cutting up the second one as well.
"That'd be it for now, thanks."
I put the saw on the table and put the planks next to Shawn. My eyes wandered into the distance, but I couldn't see any walkers nearby.
"Thanks again for the ride, Shawn." "Don't worry, Wesker- Is it alright if I call you Wesker?" I nodded. "Anyway, if you see my dad around, he needs some help in the barn."
Hershel the Interrogator, "Sure," I said though I didn't want to leave him, I wanted to return the favor for the ride, maybe I was too confident in my skills.
I walked toward the barn, finding Hershel inside, still cleaning the barn. "How did you escape Atlanta?" He asks, even though I told him last night, crosschecking. "on foot, then I came across Clem's house and found her hiding, hungry and dehydrated, I thought of getting her out of their and your son showed up just in time," I stared at him as I repeated myself, "You gotta try harder, old man,".
Hershel stared at me for a few minutes, when we heard a scream, 'You can't be serious, there weren't any walkers,' I reacted faster than any one on the premise, I ran toward the sound, my gun drawn, I reached him just in time to see, Duck sitting on the tractor, panicked what he had done, suddenly a walker extended his arms toward him, trying to grab him. But before he could do so, I aimed and shot it right between its eyes.
Kenny came running and grabbed the boy and ran away. The only thing I dislike about Kenny… his incompetence.
I aimed my gun at the walkers pushing against the fence, I shot three rounds, two for two, and one for two, that had aligned in my sight. Two of the walkers fell on top of Shawn while two fell back.
I wasn't fast enough as the walker fell on Shawn with its mouth open. Shown had his arm above him, its teeths dug into the palm of his hand.
I quickly removed the dead walker from Shawn, grabbed his hand, and saw a light scratch. My eyes wandered around for a solution, I hesitated for the first time when I looked at the saw sitting on the table.
'Fuck it,'
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A minute ago:
Hershel ran into his house, looking for his gun. Finding it, he quickly yanked it and ran outside, his old age showing in his speed. Maggie, who had just gotten out of the shower in a hurry after hearing her brother's scream, looked at her dad grabbing his gun and running out.
She ran after him, wearing shorts and a loose pink T-shirt that hugged her damp frame. Reaching to the source of the sound, they saw a horrible event taking place: Wesker, cutting off their, Son/Brother's hand, while Katjaa helped hold the tourniquet made with a belt and an iron rod wrapped around his hand in place.
While their son/brother had passed out from the blood loss and pain, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING," Hershel yelled, while Maggie was tearing up, holding her scream. Patricia, the oldest of the three sisters, and Beth, the youngest, came running behind them and witnessed the horror.
I turned to them, my eyes landing on Maggie, "Get me a blow torch, now!" I yelled, but she wouldn't move, the situation, the blood, it was all too much for her. until I saw Kenny running toward me with a blow torch in hand. I quickly took it from him and started to heat the saw. "Hold his arm up."
When the Saw had reddened due to the heat, I pressed it against Shawn's amputated wrist, cauterizing it.
I sighed, with a drop sweat falling from my forehead, "Fuck," I cursed aloud, Will it be enough? I wondered.
"Kenny," I called to him, and he looked at me. I gestured toward the tractor, and we both lifted it while Katja, Hershel, and Maggie pulled Shawn away from it.
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"Get the fuck out here, all of you!" Hershel yelled.
I stood by the blue truck, talking with Kenny about our journey. "I can't believe he kicked you out even after you saved Shawn," Kenny said with guilt visible on his face.
"He saw Brutality, not necessity," I replied.
"I'm glad you're coming with us."
"For now, it's the best option."
"Heh. Ain't that the truth?"
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