Howdy!

Now that the recent contest has come into its completion, its best to keep the wheel rolling and start the new one.

Me that is u/Canisventus and u/NazbazOG shall be your judges this time.

So without further ado the next theme is: >!Dominance.!<

This thingy means that someone would have a dominance, control or influence over something. Its about having a position of power whether its over others or over themselves. I know what you are thinking: its just some meh leader theme again! Hmm and mostly it is, but there are nuances! Okay, here me out:

Examples:

There is the classic: You can write about how someone comes into power or how they maintain and might eventually lose that power.

Someone might have such an influence in terms of values and beliefs, so people would follow them either willingly or begrudgingly. This might spark some interesting conflicts between what is right and wrong, when in apocalypse that line isn't as clear as we have in the real world.

People might have certain skills. Some might have strength, some might be good with strategy. some might have some skills which are paramount to have in the world they are in. This makes these people more important than others in a sense. It could lead to tensions between individuals and might actually form alliances or different power dynamics inside some group or community when others are deemed as more important. In the survival thingies, people might try to assert their place in that which is a pecking order when it comes to survival and overall importance of saving someone or not. Be it medicine or risking other people to safe one individual.

It can be about someone being a leader, but the struggles they face might fold them into a darker path in terms of survival, making them into a ruthless leader who keeps the dominance over others with an iron grip. This can go other way around as well. Perhaps someone was oppressive at first and embraced the darker side of leading people, but then changing for the better! I haven't seen bad people turn good very often so Its an interesting concept.

Perhaps someone is trying to keep their murderous nature in check and they are trying to keep that dominance over their urges.

Lastly, so people would have some more leeway about this thing, it can also be a about "personal dominancy" as well. You can write about people's internal journey to regain control over their lives and emotions. How they would overcome their fears or weaknesses. How they would claim dominance over their own doubts, guilts or bad habits!

End of examples.

I hope the theme is not too generic or too similar to other stuff and you find it at least somewhat interesting to write about.

I have yapped enough, so go forth mates and get to writing! I know you have your hands free this month.

You have till Sunday 1st of December 23:00 (EET)

Rules:

1. One entry only and it needs to be a one shot

2. It must be TWDG related.

3. The story must be about the theme.

4. Link the entry to the comments of this post.

5. Prequels are allowed only if they are very loosely connected.

6. Have fun.

3rd Place: >!NazbazOG - This is a 5.5/10.!<

My score and notes:

2.5/10

Well, Naz's was just some words put together. I did like the upside down zombies eating away Louis's skin, but that ain't enough to save it. Still better than your other horror.

Shen's score and notes:

Nazbaz: 3/10

Alright Naz. Iconic title that’s pretty amusing. And I can see you were likely going for a comedy horror, what with the characters explaining obvious shit multiple times or obliterating the 4th world. The issue is that you just didn’t know when to stop lol. The whole thing was so biased towards the “comedy” part in my opinion that you pretty much forgot you needed to make it at least a little bit scary until the part where the walkers ate Louis’ skin (yikes). That’s unfortunately not enough for me, man.

Total: This is a 5.5/20.

2nd Place: >!Kiesmaier - Counted days!<

My score and notes:

8/10

A good story about the people of Crawford after Anna's rampage, but focused way too much on the people where the zombies were just kind of there. DId like the blood bath/lake/river thing. Very Shining like.

Shen's score and notes:

Kiesmaier: 6/10

That’s a bit more like it. Though you played the pronoun game, it didn’t take too long before you announced you went for Anna. And the whole idea of her feeling betrayed by her senses as she’s assaulted by walkers was good stuff. So what’s the problem ? Well, the plot was hijacked by people. Granted, using Crawford’s loyalists as antagonists was a good idea that I’d welcome in any other story. Unfortunately, they ended up vastly overshadowing the walkers who were supposed to be the main source of the horror. I’m not even entirely sure why they even bothered keeping Anna alive, given they had no moral, emotional or pragmatic reasons to do so (quite the opposite actually, when you think about it), but Anna ending up being the monster at the end was kind of a neat twist. Still, good plot but wrong focus is what I’m going with.

Total: 14/20

1st Place: >!Canisventus - The Sound of Silence!<

My score and notes:

10/10

Canis knocked it out of the park for me. It was quick, but I nice slasher that got me into the story. Nice suspense and a cool monster man with cooler deaths. I liked how you sort of combined the two themes by having the characters suspect it was walkers killing people before we saw it. Hell, it still could have been a walker after the first kill, I wasn't sure yet. Easily my favorite. Great job, dude!

Shen's score and notes:

Canis: 8/10

And then we get the guy who did his homework. It’s gonna be a pretty short review given it is short in terms of plot, even though the intro give us good glimpses on the dynamics and characterization of the Cabin Group which was overall pretty faithful to the source material. But what we’re in this for is the scary stuff, and I’ll be honest with you: the bastard you came up with is cold. Whether it is in terms of whatever this is or its expressions, it betrayed absolutely nothing except how much it loved spreading pain and death. And spread pain and death, it most certainly did, taking its sweet time doing so. The atmosphere, pacing and sheer brutality of these kills were all pretty well-done. Kind bummed out that you wussed out on extending that brutality to them kids (at least explicitly), but that’s really A-minor issue. Hold this W.

Total: 18/20

Congrats on another win, Canis! And Happy Halloween, everybody!

ps, see Naz about the new car you just won

Thank you to our 3 participants. We will have them read and hopefully announce the winner sometime today. Thanks For Playing Writing.

My attempt for this month. More info in the summary

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60196546

The Sound of Silence

"Okay, we need a plan," Louis said looking at all the Ericsons who were all standing in the room.

"No, we need to survive," Violet responded.

"Yes, with a plan we will achieve that," Louis stood on business.

"Alright," Clem jumped in. "I have a plan."

"We're listening..." Ruby spoke.

"So I think we should all stick together," Louis suggested.

"That's..." Clem looked at him speechless. "The dumbest shit I've ever heard in my life. No, I think we should all go alone."

Everyone jumped cheering for such a brilliant idea. Except Louis.

"Are you guys serious?" Louis raised his voice in disbelief. "Have you guys ever watched a horror movie? This is how we die! We have to stick together. The scary monster or monsters or demons whatever we are FACING will pick us off one by one! But together we could jump their asses together! We are stronger together!"

"Shut up, let's go y'all," AJ said full of excitement.

Louis was reluctant to go ahead with this. But after everyone left, he sighed and went out too. He walked through the hallway and heard laughter. He decided to run up to the noise since they sounded familiar. As he arrived to the noise, he saw all the Ericsons together.

"Wait, wait what is this?!" Louis barked. "I thought we were all gonna be alone?"

"Oh nah we gonna stay together," Clem told him.

"Okay, good," Louis smiled and joined them.

"Nah, not you," Clem pushed him back lightly. "You have to go alone."

"Excuse me?" Louis said shellshocked by the words he heard.

"You heard her," Violet stepped up to him. "This is the plan. We go alone and we will meet outside away from here."

"But you guys aren't alone..." Louis pointed out.

"Oh don't worry, we will separate," Aasim assured him.

"Yeah, later," AJ said.

"Okay, whatever, I'll go with y'all until you guys decide to separate," Louis said.

"No, this is a stupid idea, it'll get us all killed," Clem said. "We have to stay alone to survive."

"No, I mean yes, no- yes UGH whatever! but you guys aren't alone, so by your words this won't work out!" Louis said.

"We told you, we will go alone later," Clem replied.

"Okay, and I said I'll do it later too," Louis frowned.

"No, this won't work we have to be alone," Violet facepalmed.

"Are you guys hearing yourselves!?!?!" Louis yelled.

"Look, you go alone, we all will, this is the plan it's how we survive," Ruby told him.

"Man, screw y'all!" Louis stormed off.

There barely being any light, he thought being with such idiocy actually gets you killed far more likely than being alone. He walked through the hallways as he started to hear the groans. The same groans from the things that led him and his 'friends' to the room in the first place.

With only a knife at hand, he prepared himself.

The monsters found him. Their teeth were disgusting, some have their eyes missing, their skin torn off the lot of em.

Louis was ready to piss himself, but, he remembered how his friends treated him. That anger and frustration he whipped out on the zombies. He decided to turn into Lee in Armed With Death. Because despite how many times they chewed on his body, he smoked all of them.

All blooded up, and weakened, he treaded on slowly and finally found the exit. He took a deep breath of the fresh air as he looked around and saw his friends from afar. They had blood on them, but the blood was only from the splashes of killing the monsters. They were all fine and well.

They came up to him and asked him what happened.

"So, you guys stayed together, huh?" Louis barely made out.

"Well of course, why would we go alone?" Clem chuckled.

"You guys made me go alone!" Louis said angrily.

"I mean, you were the one who walked away from us..." Violet said.

"We all know what happened!" Louis continued.

"Yes, we do," Clem nodded as she put her hands on her hips. "It was stupid of you to go alone, together we are stronger and that's why we all made it out alive."

Louis couldn't argue any longer. And that was because he lost consciousness.

Upon waking up, he saw himself in a gated community. Thinking this was a dream, dead people walking and all that nonsense, he escaped the community with a map he took out from his inventory trying to find his friends back at Ericsons.

He walked for days as the trees kept him company the whole time.

Suddenly, he came across a bunch of these... dead people monsters hanging upside down from the tree branches. There was a bunch of them like that.

He shrieked in fear as the sun blinked turning everything dark for 8 mins and 20 seconds.

Seeing absolutely nothing, he could only hear them. But because it went dark suddenly, he turned around rotating on himself and lost his axis. Meaning he doesn't know which way the monsters were.

He walked forward hoping it would do something good instead of waiting the 8mins and 20 seconds out, he felt something hit his head. It was a head.

He started to panic as he realised the monsters were alive- sorry dead... hold on.

would a zombie be considered alive if it is you know... active or whatever or are they called dead? Zombies are dead right so you can't really call them alive.. Meh, I shoulda done my research before writing this shit. Back on topic now.

The monsters started to swing themselves left and right, forward and backwards. Louis was passed around like a joint.

Finally, the 8 mins and 20 seconds are up. A monster had a mirror attached on it as Louis saw himself in the mirror skinless. They skinned him alive. It was only now he realised the pain as he screamed immensely. The scream was so loud, the sight was so horrifying, that the sun closed its eyes.

And the world was just left with Louis' screams as the monsters' break was over, back to munching.

This is for the 5.5. The quality of this entry is horror in itself. I expect that to up my score somehow. Sorry, Shen.

A gentle, yet firm, reminder that your stories are due in a little over 24 hours at the time of this posting.

When THIS TIMER hits zero, the contest is over and we'll start reading ASAP. Then we'll post the winner also ASAP.

Foreward.

In this revised edition, I have added more detail to help bring the scenes to life, as the original felt somewhat flat. This revision was inspired by feedback from a local beta reader who urged me to explore the emotional depth and complexities of the characters' stories more fully.

That is to say I am immensely grateful to everyone who has taken the time to read my work, and I thank you for your support. I hope this edition now resonates with everyone on a deeper level, and I would like you to share your thoughts on the revised story.

You Will Be Safe With Us

In the vast countryside, away from the busy city of Savannah, hills as tall as buildings and green as emeralds exist. There was also an aura of calmness, with a few birds twittering away in dispersed trees, followed by the gentle swaying of the wind.

 Then, out of nowhere, came a small, lonely girl, perhaps no more than nine years old, wearing a once-lily-white summer dress with a striped long-sleeved t-shirt underneath it. She was also wearing a dark blue and cream-white baseball hat with the letter ‘D’ on the front of it. She was moving wearily, with a pistol in one hand, and wiping her damp eyes with the other.  

 She knew what happened to make her weep. It was her fault that she got him killed; she was convinced by a towering man who said he knew her parents. But that was a brainless, childish lie that got Lee killed. She shouldn’t have run off. At least, Lee taught her how to use a gun and what to expect in the future before his tragic passing. But now she was all on her own.

 Eventually, she came to a log, which was next to the rusted shell of a car and proceeded to sit down on it. Throughout all of this, she was as quiet as a mouse, only looking at her feet and wiping her blood-red eyes. She noticed that on the floor next to the log was a mixture of bullets—some shell casings and some unfired ones. Out of curiosity, she picked it up and examined it before exhaling deeply, which is when she noticed something else. Something she could just about make out if she scrutinised her eyes—something on the nearest hill—looked like two figures. One followed the other, and they looked like they stopped to look at her, making her start to hyperventilate as her eyes extended to the size of oranges. Was it someone she knew? Was it a threat to her? She didn’t know.

 “Lee said I need to find Omid and Christa,” she said to herself, “before he got killed...because of me.” She did allow herself a moment of tiny moment of self-pity, before quite quickly snapping back into action, scanning the horizon for the strangers approaching. The way forward was unclear. Off in the distance, two figures were getting closer, advancing down a prominent hill. They didn’t look much like hikers. She clasped her gun tightly, prepared. She wiped her right eye with her fist and lined up the sight, allowing the crosshairs to trace the path of the potential threat. As they came into focus, she slowly eased her finger off the trigger. 

 It was no threat. Omid and Christa walked slowly up to her, and Clementine released the breath she had been holding; they were alive and well!

 Omid was a tall, slim Persian-American man with short dark-brown hair and a beard to match.

 Christa, on the other hand, was a slightly taller African-American woman. She also had jet-black hair tied up in a ponytail and was Omid’s girlfriend.       

 "Clementine, honey, where's Lee?" Christa asked, kneeling to the nine-year-old.

 "H-h-he's...dead," she stammered with her face buried in Christa’s shoulder.

 "Oh, Clementine, we’re sorry," Omid said, who started to kneel to her height as well.

 "W-where's Ben and Kenny?" Clementine asked, still with her face buried in Christa’s shoulder.

 “Well…” began Omid scratching the back of his head before getting ready to tell her the truth. “Before Lee came to rescue you at The Marsh House, we were trapped in that large house we were before and were surrounded by Walkers and forced into the attic. During that time, a heated argument broke out between Kenny and Lee, which led to Kenny throwing something against the wall. To our surprise, this revealed an escape route. The attic had a balcony that connected to the roof, and we decided to climb across in hopes of getting ahead of the Walkers. Christa and I were the first to reach the roof, followed closely by Lee, then Kenny, and finally Ben. Unfortunately, the railing didn't seem strong enough, and Ben fell from what must have been three stories. At that moment, Kenny rushed to a nearby ladder, determined to go after him and try to save him. That was the last we saw of them.”

 "So, it’s just us three," Clementine responded, now looking at Omid and Christa with her eyes dry again, a short while later.

 "I guess, Clem, I guess so," Christa replied. "Come on, let’s go somewhere safe."

 With this, the trio began to walk, with Clementine tagging behind while Omid and Christa were in front. They were busily talking away, apart from Clementine, who was still looking at her feet, along holding the gun in her hand. As a result of this, she wasn't engaged in the conversation that they were having. She was too melancholy about what happened today. With her being kidnapped, finding her walker parents, Lee dying, and now Kenny and Ben dying as well.

 It was a lot for her to take in.

* * * * *

Sometime later, the trio found an abandoned house that had the appearance of being deserted for decades, as thick ivy hugged the walls. Furthermore, it reminded Clementine of that house they stayed at in Savannah; it was hard to believe that was a month ago.

“Let's see if we can find anything useful inside,” Christa said aloud, eyeing the window.

 With a resolute nod, Omid and Christa moved closer to the entrance. At that moment, Clementine stepped forward, grappling with the ivy that intertwined with the frame. "Can you help me with this?" she called out, her voice tinged with urgency as she struggled to pry the window open.

 After a brief moment of collaboration, they succeeded in creating a small opening. "We did it!" Clementine exclaimed, her excitement spilling over like a burst of sunlight.

 “Clementine, honey," Christa said, kneeling to her once they were inside the hallway. "Omid, and I believe you can search parts of this house on your own. Just remember, if someone, walker or not, tries to hurt you, you got your gun. If you run out of bullets or are in a tight place, call us, and we will help you if you get into trouble. Do you understand?"

 “Yeah, I do, Christa; I will be careful."

 “Good, let me know if you find anything."

 With this, Clementine strayed a little by searching for anything useful on her own, though she stayed close to Omid and Christa.

 As usual in the kitchen, she found faded, rusted cans with nothing but spoiled food inside. So she decided to head upstairs, and it seemed like they creaked with every step; as Omid and Christa were searching the enormous living room. Once she was upstairs, she clasped her pistol tightly and opened the door with one of her hands and the other on the pistol. Nothing. The room was that of a bathroom, with its normal interior—a bath, sink, toothbrushes, and some cupboards—which was stripped of life.

 So she closed the door, walked to the next door, and proceeded to open it in the same manner she did for the bathroom. 

 This room was that of a child’s room, which made Clementine remember her room back in Georgia, with its toys and books. It felt like she was just coming home from school and wanted to play with her dolls until supper time; it was hard to believe that was a year ago. Yet, here she was searching for anything useful in terms of survival—and not searching for a certain toy she wanted to play with at present.

 “Just as well Lee found me when he did,” she said to herself as she glanced over at the room, trying to remember simpler times. When she went to school, she watched cartoons all day and rode her bike in the park with her parents. When she was thinking about this, she noticed that there was a medium-sized lump near the wall, cloaked in dust. It was a doll, and there was a string attached to its back, when Clementine pulled it, it produced the word "Mama”.

 Clementine remembered the doll that her mother gave her for her sixth birthday; it was probably still in the back of the wardrobe.

 Eventually, she found an old pocket-sized backpack with a few flowery stickers, along with a dark blue hoodie in her size.

 “Have you found anything, Clementine?” called out Christa.

 “Yeah, a backpack and a hoodie," answered Clementine, walking towards the edge of the stairs where Omid and Christa were.

 “Just remember to check the bag, Clem; they might have something useful!" replied Christa.  

 “Ok," Clementine called back, unzipping the bag and then putting her hand dubiously into it, but not looking into it. Lo and behold, she found a working lighter, and it looked like it had a decent amount of fuel for a while.    

Slowly, Clementine deliberately walked up to the door at the top of the stairs, the heavy air around her thick and oppressive. Reaching out for the handle, she realised that it wasn't so simple as turning the handle and opening the door; there had to be some effort applied to it.

 With a deep breath, she grasped the handle and then used her shoulder to nudge it open. The hinges creaked, the echo of sounded like some kind of warning bell. Of its own accord, her heart pounding in concert with the creaking, she paused. At that moment, a low, shuffling sound drifted up from below—a sinister rustle that hit her stomach. Somewhere, in the room, a Walker was drawn closer by the noise and came heading towards her. Inside her like a vice tightening around her chest, Clementine's hands chilled with sweat, slicking the grip of her gun. 

Even though she had rehearsed holding the gun a million times, on the other hand, its weight was oppressive and ominous. Clumsily, she stumbled backwards until her back was firmly against the door itself; her small, dainty fingers grappling with the tough, unyielding trigger. Self-doubt nibbled at the edges of her resolve- you're not ready, it whispered. But she just couldn't falter now.

 “Always aim for the head," Clementine said to herself as she exhaled deeply and fired the gun. 

 BANG!! 

 The walker fell with a deafening thud, and Clementine was astounded at herself for shooting the walker that was coming towards her.

 “I did it, I did it," she exclaimed in a loud whisper. Which was when the door burst open to reveal Omid and Christa with perturbed faces.

 "Is everything OK, Clem? Are you hurt?" asked Omid.

 “Yeah, I’m fine; I’m not hurt.” Replied Clementine, as the trio all stood in stupefied silence at the walker that Clementine gunned down. 

 "Did you find anything? Clementine asked after a minute of silence.

 "Yes. We have found two cans of beans and some water," Christa replied.    

 "Oh, not much then."

 “Well, let’s keep moving on, Clem. People might have heard the shot and might come here.” 

 “Ok," responded Clementine. "I said already, but I found a backpack and a hoodie."

 “Put it on, Clem; it’s starting to get colder, and we get going."

 “I’ll put it on now."

 Clementine then took off her hat, gave the gun to Omid, put on the dark blue hoodie, put her hat back on, and took the gun back from Omid. After that, Clementine followed Christa and Omid downstairs and out of the house and walked on.

* * * * *

Some short weeks later scavenging for any supplies that may prove useful towards them, the trio now situated in a substantial-sized forest under a thick canopy of leaves with Omid tending to a fire. Clementine and Christa, however, were sitting down on some nearby log around the fire as the faint scent of wood smoke curled around them. 

 Christa’s mind wandered to the small life growing inside her. The weight of the world still loomed heavily around them, but there was a spark of joy in Christa’s heart. 

 “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother,” she confessed, the excitement mingling with her fears. “I do want to create a safe space for our child no matter what’s happening to the world.”

 “Christa, I can’t believe it either,” Omid replied, his voice softening as he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers, taking his attention off the cooking rabbit for a moment. “You’re going to be an incredible mother. We've survived this long; we can figure this out together. We just need to be even more careful now; both with Walkers and other people.” 

 The stars overhead flickered and danced in the sky like a million tiny flames, casting a shimmering glow over the forest below. Furthermore, the sky itself was filled with low oranges, along with a mixture of light blues. Which were progressively getting into the realms of dark blues, purples and then full-on jet-black. Moreover, there seemed to be a chorus of crickets hiding somewhere in lush grasses, chirping away harshly. 

 “I would say that rabbit is cooked now, Omid,” Christa noticed.  

 “Oh, right, yeah,” replied Omid, as he began to take the cooked rabbit off the spit – and handed it out to Christa and Clementine, then to himself. 

 "Thank you very much," Clementine said as she reached for the rabbit meat before going back to look at the stars. She thought to herself as she ate: "How many are there? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Hm, what – sorry Christa; what did you say?”     

 “Omid and I said that we are going to rest here tonight and get going in the morning."

 "Ok, as my legs still ache from all that walking we did today."

 "Well, get some rest, you're going to need it," Omid said, rising from poking the fire. 

 "Ok," responded Clementine, getting up from the weather-worn log, wishing Omid and Christa a good night before she got onto the floor near the fire and began to close her eyes. She then began to dream about what she would be doing tomorrow, what would happen, and what she would see.   

 The next morning was filled with, not only the bright colours featuring the first faint flush of dawn breaking through the trees but rather with the invigorating scent of pine needles. Clementine rubbed her eyes before getting up from the harsh, tough ground and walked to the log where she sat last night, where she saw Omid was cooking again. 

 "Morning, Clem," Omid said. "How did you sleep?"

 "Ok, I'd rather sleep in a bed than on the floor."

 "Yeah, I don't like it either, but it's necessary until we get to Wellington." 

 With this, the trio began to walk on, with Clementine now near Omid and Christa. Yet, like last time, Clementine's fingers were still wrapped around her pistol. But instead of looking at her feet, she pensively looked around the clearing.

 The clearing was serene, where only a few Walkers were roaming around, but they could be seen more evidently through a few hacked trees. The trio strolled down the lane through dappled light filtering itself through the trees; moreover, the sound of the leaves rustled in the weak, wry, wind. There was also an occasional bird twittering away on a pile of stacked logs near the broad track as Clementine, Omid, and Christa strolled. There was also an infrequent number of signs that littered the road.

 "TWO MILES UNTIL TRUCK STOP", Clementine read as she walked on with Omid and Christa. 

 "How about...Isabella?" Christa said aloud.

 "Nah," scoffed Omid, "James is far better." 

 "That's if it's a boy, Omid. Clementine, do you have any name ideas?" 

 "What about...Carley?"

 "Yeah, that's a good name," responded Omid, with an expression of puzzled thought evident in his voice. 

 "What do you think about my name?" asked Omid, as he poised at the truck stop over the abandoned road before crossing it with Christa and Clementine. 

 "Omid, you can't be serious," answered Christa.  

 "I am." 

 "We are NOT doing that."

 "Why not?"

 "Because one of you is enough!" 

 For the next couple of miles, they (primarily, Christa and Omid) talked about what seemed to be endless baby names for Christa's child to pass the time. Clementine wondered if her parents had this amount of difficulty when they chose her name.    

 Eventually, Clementine slowed down as Omid and Christa walked on regardless; as she noticed there was a blackbird perched on a nearby tree which cawed before flying into the lush forest. 

I just finished the game like a week ago. Totally devastated. And these fanfics are good. Great even. It's a Clouis fanfic. The first part (Title: Light) is a mostly 1:1 copy of final season in Louis perspective with some added scenes that I also really like. There's also a sequel (Title: In the dark) which is a direct continuation of where the season ends. Love it, cried in some scene, just want to share. Ok bye, I'll try to move on now.

https://www.wattpad.com/1480920748?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=CHEEZ0nToast

|Howdy, y'all!| Your favorite writer, ChipperClegane ChippersGhost here, and I'm excited to announce, for the very first time (not counting when Shenron dropped the ball and leaked the theme 1077 days ago. . .), what this month's writing contest theme is. . . >!hootenanny HORROR!<

And since I'm known for having entirely uncontroversial >!horror!< contest results, this is sure to be a good time for all involved. My hosting abilities have been giving a 5.5 out of 10, which is a great score to be happy with.

I know what you're thinking. "ChippersGhost, why won't you just go away for good and stop haunting these subreddits with your stupid shenanigans? You're making inside jokes from years ago that weren't even funny to the people involved back then." And you'd be right, but I can't take you seriously if you use the word "shenanigans."

At the request of my current co-champion, (I think the count is tied not 100 on that) there is a twist.

I will accept my favorite types of horror stories where the main baddies are the zombies themselves, or slashers.

A zombie story is obvious. One where zombies, walkers, deadheads, muertos, or whatever you prefer to call them are the main threat. I've read hundreds of fanfics and only a handful have even treated the walkers like they are more than just a bee in your bonnet.

A slasher is a story with a high body count earned by a supernatural villain like Jason Voorhees(Friday The 13th), a totally possible insane person like Michael Myers(Halloween), a dreamy little sweater man like Freddy Kruger(A Nightmare on Elm Street) or one that is kept a secret til the end like Ghostface(Scream). The killler can be who or what ever, but the bodies need to be hitting the floor.

If more clarification is needed, just ask and I'll explain it or delete this whole thing and go have a Snickers instead.

Oh, and BREAKING NEWS!!! This will be cohosted with u/Super-Shenron.

#Rules:

• You can ONLY submit one entry.
• The entry MUST be TWDG related.
• It’s narrative MUST utilize this month’s theme. ZOMBIES or SLASHER
• It MUST be a one-shot.
• And, it MUST be linked in the comments of this post.

This contest starts the moment this post goes up and ends October 31st, 12:00 a.m. Tulsa Time. The winner will be announced on Halloween! Isn't that fun?

Good luck!

ps, I'm not a mod anymore. Someone flair this bad boy up with a spooky color. Thanks!

Okay guys another contest done and dusted! More of dust since that's what I see more of than entries right now, but anyway!! Let's get started!

Coming in at second place it's ..... >!Contentine!<

Overall Score: 4/20

Naz's notes: ive got nothing to say, except I'm not surprised, and nothing really changed about the Bridge Scene defenders. They really get mad at everyone for using their brains on a piece of fiction. I also don't understand the purpose of this entry... As in where is the theme?

2/10

My notes: Okay I'll start off by I actually did laugh at like the first pee-pee-poo-poo joke, yes that's my level of humour and the second time too when the bird shit on his head and the third time when Kenny went 'Kaav Kaav' but then the same jokes repeated 20 times and it didn't just do it for me which is kinda the criticism I have for most of these comedy entries they repeat the same joke throughout the story!

So if and that's a major if you're looking to improve (not implying you need to ofc), gimme a variety of jokes! But alas all i can give you this time is 2/10 (for making me laugh! Otherwise would've been a 1 and if you incorporated the theme would've been atleast 4)

Congrats on the silverware tho, second place!

2/10

And now for our gold medal it's >!Super-Shenron!< again... goddamit

Overall Score: 7/20

Naz's notes:That line of Lilly not following her father's example line was funnier and better than the whole of your competition in this contest. I like how you adapted it consistent to the canon of the game, without really having the canon be shown in the entry. That was well done. I liked how you chose to have several things referring to things that happened off screen and on-screen. For example the gift Lilly gave Clem, the killing of the brothers, of course Larry's death.

that being that I don't really know what the purpose of this story was... Lacking theme relevancy also we got nothing really going on top of it.

4/10

My Notes: Ohhkayyy what's this, a cute lil scene between Lilly and Clem talking about Lee and his morally dubious choices, naturally setting up a great conflict later on in the story and a nice relationship to build upon between Clem and Lilly! Well that was a great first scene... wait wut that's it?

That is the gist of how I felt reading it, also where was the purpose Shen? Did you forget we have a theme in these! Hm? 😤 I swear if contentine also didn't forget about the theme I'd have made him win.

Here take this fucking 3/10 and take the crown! Congratulations on the W, being the less worse outta the 2! Prolly the weakest winning entry I've had the pleasure of reading beating Chipper's betrayal... why y'all gotta do this in my contests huh?

3/10

So a job well done by... me and my buddy Naz in taking this humoungus task by the balls and seeing it through! On a serious note tho thanks for entering and making this a contest guys, don't mind me I'm just a bit cranky due to um.. some handling issues. Hope to see more of you all next time tho, until then, cya!

The contest has come to an end! Congratulations to Conte and Shen for making the podium!

“You really want to do this? Now?” Every word Lilly spoke had been filled with more venom than the previous. She wouldn't expect a killer to listen to anything anybody's got to say. But the way he continued to run his mouth to her hours after he splattered her father’s brains all over her was just about the last thing she expected. 

“If everything that crazy lady on the video said is true, we oughta do something. If they find out the St Johns are gone while we’re cooped in here like a buncha sittin’ ducks, it’s over!”

“Uh-huh?” Lilly crossed her arms. “And what happened to us and our guns can handle a couple of punks with bows and arrows?”

“Come on, Lilly, that was before–”

“Before what I said about leaving the dairy turned out to be a very good idea?” 

“Just listen!” Kenny said. “The only reason you wanted to stay here was because of the pharmacy for your dad. But now–”

“Leave.” Lilly growled that one word. 

“Lilly–”

“I said get out!” Kenny flinched at her outburst. 

“Just leave her be, Ken.” Katjaa held her husband. “Please.”

Kenny opened his mouth as though to protest, but closed his eyes for a second, thinking better of it. “We can talk about it in the morning, then.”

As soon as they closed the door, she had been half-tempted to wreck everything in her room. But rather than following her late father’s example, she settled on rubbing her face. Just as the food situation got sorted out, there were bandits out there about to come down on them like rabid dogs. One mess to deal with after another. No matter how anyone felt about her dad, he gave him the strength to do this every day. At least with him, it meant something. 

Now she didn’t even know how long she remained on that bed. Her body had left, but her mind remained stuck in one space and time. In between these four, cold metal walls, warmed only by his blood and brains. 

Meanwhile, he got away. From her. With his family. With what he did. He got away. 

“Fuck!” She exclaimed as sudden knocks ripped her out of her thoughts. Almost reluctantly, her legs allowed her to move towards the door, but not without her cursing her visitor’s name.

“I’m pretty sure I just told you to fuck off!” She said as she opened the door. But to her surprise and horror, Kenny didn’t come back to bother her again. 

It was Clementine, who stared at her with shining, wet eyes. “I didn’t mean to bother.”

Just as she turned around to leave, Lilly held her arm. “Wait. Don’t go.”

“Aw.” The girl’s small gasp prompted her to loosen her grip before removing her hand entirely. But this time, Clem wasn’t trying to leave.

“I’m sorry.” Lilly said. “I just…I thought you were someone else.”

Clementine looked to the door then back to her friend. “Who, Kenny?”

Lilly bit her tongue as her throat dried, struggling to choose her next words. 

“You’re not with Lee.” Clem looked to the ground, somehow even more upset than before. “It’s about what he did at the dairy, then.”

“Lee’s always kind. He even helped me find my hat.” The girl said, unaware of the blood shed to get it back. “But then…he’s so scary when he’s mad.”

Reflexively looking at her covered scars on her arm, she focused back on Clem. “These people were dangerous, Clem. They had to be stopped.”

“That’s what he said too.” Clem said. “But that man couldn’t even stand up. He didn’t have to kill him. Lilly, Lee isn’t a bad guy, right?”

Her dad told her about him. What he did to the senator. She didn’t think she had it in him, but after tonight…she wasn’t sure what to think. 

“Lilly?” Clem asked. Then, she mentally kicked herself for even hesitating. Her father treated him like shit, knew who he was, and still he tried to save his life. Again. 

“It’s not bad to fight for what you love.” Lilly answered her question. “Maybe he didn’t have to kill him. But at the time, he was only thinking of what would happen if he left him alive. He did it to protect us. To protect you.”

“You think so?”

“Of course.” Lilly said. “Lee just would’ve preferred you didn’t see that.”

“Is that why he let the other one go? Because of me? What if he comes back?”

Lilly shook her head. “We saw what he’s like. How he acts. How he thinks. If he comes back, we’ll be ready for him this time.”

Even if he got out of the dairy, the bandits would probably get him first. It’d be especially easy without his family to back him up. For some reason, this thought pulled at her heartstrings. He deserved it, but watching him all hollow, all broken didn’t fill her with any satisfaction.

Not that she would want or need to tell any of it to Clementine, whose expression lightened a little. It appeared that she managed to reassure her a little. 

“I’m sorry about your dad.” Clem said.

“...Don’t worry about it, okay?” Lilly said. “You should get some rest.” 

“You mean I can stay here?” 

“As long as you need to not be afraid anymore. Wait.”

She ran through her pockets and handed Clem her hair ties.

“You’ll ruin your hair if you keep sleeping like this. I found them in the car. You can keep them.”

“...Thank you.” Clementine flashed her friend a smile before putting them on. 

This day’s events would give anyone nightmares for a lifetime, let alone a little girl. Yet it didn’t take long for her to drift to sleep. Good for her. And she wasn’t just thinking of sleep.

“She’s lucky to have you.” 

She once told Lee. But as she stared at the quarter in her hand, she couldn’t help but wonder which of them struck gold in this crapsack called world. One thing for sure, neither of them fully realized it yet. 

Hopefully they never would.

"Fuck fuck fuck FUUUCK!" - a grumpy voice could be heared from the outside this calm sunny morning. Lee got up, opened the door and saw furious Kenny who's teeth were creaking from pure hatred.

"Kenny, what's going on?"

"Fuck off Lee!"

"Hey" - Lee frowned - "Why are you acting like someone shit in your cereal?!"

"Because someone DID SHIT in my cereal!"

Kenny grabbed the plate from the table and shoved it towards Lee's face. In this nice plate Lee could see a fresh cereal that Katja cooked this morning, and on top of it - a huge pile of bird shit.

"See!?" - yelled Kenny

Lee tried to resist as much as he could, but still giggled.

"What's so funny, you Shitbird!? You have a spare plate of cereal!?" - yelled Kenny, already getting out of control, but by the look of Lee's he still thought that whole situation was funny.

"Kenny! Stop it!" - said Katja, who was really unhappy with Kenny acting so loud and ruining this morning.

Kenny exhaled - "Yeah, sorr..." - before Kenny could finish a bunch of bird shit dropped right on his hat. Kenny froze for a second with open mouth, then swiftly raised his head. There, on the blue sky, he saw a bird flying away like nothin happened.

"K.. K... Kaa... Kaaaaw!" - yelled Kenny at the shrinking silhouette of the bird, he was so mad that he couldn't even think of any words to curse this bird. For a second Lee thought that the sound Kenny made reminded him of rooster's cock-a-doodledoo...

After this accident, Kenny didn't yell at anyone anymore, and whole situation surprisingly calmed down. Peace returned to the Motor Inn, Kenny washed and dried his hat under the hot sunrays, and about 5 hours later Kenny with Lee departed on a hunt. The day wasn't as sunny as the morning, dense clouds slowly started covering the sky, a light wind began. The storm was coming.

Kenny raised his hand and stopped, so did Lee. "See it?" - asked Kenny - "I wanna try" Kenny raised his rifle and aimed at the bird who was sitting on a branch. Kenny calmed his breath and was about to shoot, but... Pile of bird shit dropped on his head. Kenny pulled the trigger because of shock and missed, bird took off and started flying away. Kenny looked around and saw another bird flying, that apparently did this unpleasant attack.

"Damn, you are really unlucky today..." - commented Lee with a smile.

"What the fuck, this is bullshit, it just can't be! It can.. Caa... Ka! Kaaaaw!" Kenny closed his mouth with left hand. This time he noticed it himself, he really did sound like an angry rooster. Like a bird... Shitbird...

"Hey you with a bird shit on your head!" - came a voice from behind. Lee and Kenny turned back, both shocked that someone was able to sneak so close to them out of nowhere, and saw a strange middle aged man with a beard in a hood.

"You! They chose you, they will not leave you alone untill you turn into a shitbird, and then you will help them get rid of the humans" - said the man and pointed at Kenny

"What the hell are you talking about" - said Kenny and raised his gun even though the man was unarmed

"You will either become a shitbird, or they will shit you to death if they won't break your will. I saw that many times already, it never ends good. I still hope you will survive it, just remmeber: beware the skies"

Only for a moment Kenny and Lee lose their concentration, the man yelled "Tehy are coming", turned and started running away. He was pretty far from them in the first place, so eh easily disappeared behind the bushes. Kenny and Lee looked around, and saw a large dark flock of birds approaching.

They weren't scared, but considering the situation they weren't calm either.

"What the hell?" - asked Lee with a bit nervously

"No fucking clue.. c... Kaa... Kaaaaw!" - yelled Kenny, dropped his gun, and started moving his arms in a way similar to birds flapping their wings.

"Kenny what the hell!?" - asked Lee who was actually scared now.

But Kenny didn't reply, he continued imitating bird sounds and movements, and in the same time he bent, and charged on Lee with his head pulled formward like some kind of wild bird that can't fly. Lee fell, so did Kenny, but Kenny instantly junped back, yelled "Kaw! KAW! Lee is vanilla ice! Kaw! Fucking useless! You are all shitheads!", and ran away still bent and with his arms flapping like a wings.

Lee couldn't say a word and just froze, all he could see was running away Kenny and a flock of birds that were landing massive shit strikes on him.

Lee got up, he tried to yell for Kenny and to run the same direction he did, but he slipped and hit lis knee really hard so he couldn't run and chase him anymore. A lot of thougths were crossing his mind, but he decided to return to get help. He remembered the place and direction where Kenny disappeared.

When Lee was walking he was still trying to realize what just happened. First, Kenny started acting strange, this coincidence with birds, this man appeared, and in the end Kenny literally lost his mind... and turned into shitbird.

When Lee returned to Motor Inn, he told the story as it really was, except he didn't mention how strange Kenny was acting.

"But Lee, did he say anything? Why did he ran away!?" - asked Katja, no surprised she worried the most.

"Umm, he... he changed... He was acting strange... He insulted me and yelled..."

"But what changed?" - replied Katja with a strict face, she wasn't worried anymore - "He always acts like this, he always yells and insults everyone. Like a shitbird he is."

"Why did he left you alone and ran away?" - joined Carley - "Only shitbird would do something like that."

Lee couldn't believe what he just heared. They clearly didn't realize what really happened.

"Kaw kukaw! Y'all are assholes! Kaw!" - roared Kenny's voice just behind the fence. Everyone turned their heads and saw Kenny. He was covered in birds shit and looked very annoyed. He slipped past the fence and fell, waving his arms.

"What, didn't expect to see me like this? Assholes! Assholes!"

"Like what?" - asked Lilly, she was absolutely calm and not surpised at all - "Nothing changed."

Katja didn't show any sign of shock either and indiffirently said "Lee, please make sure he doesn't touch anything untill washes himself, i need to cook" and just walked to the kitchen.

Lee couldn't believe what just happened. Absolutely no one in whole Motor Inn showed any bit of concern about what happened to Kenny. At this moment Lee realized...

"Kaaw! Kaaaw! Y'all suck! Ben come here you son of bitch! Son of a bitch!" - Kenny's voice could be heared, but Lee didn't even listen, he was thinking - really, nothing changed at all. Kenny was always a shitbird, he always acted like this. No matter what happens - he will find someone guilty, someone who shit in his cereal, someone who is repsonsible for everything and just shit in his pants in danger and just run away... It's just he is now shitbird not only inside, but also outside. It is just his purpose in life - to be a shitbird...

I'm just curious.

I've just finished the game and I want to get into reading some fanfics. What are your guy's favourites and do you have any recommendations for me?

Hey, guys! How yall doing? I actually wanted to talk about zombie novels I don't think there are many 'good' zombie novels and that's why I'm writing a zombie novel series. It's about an ex militant named Emma who lost her baby brother to the apocalypse due to her anger issues, negligence and due to some drugs. And now she's wandering around mentally upset and lost Well anyways, I kinda needed help and was looking for a partner so... if anyone is interested, lemme know. Because I believe that this project of mine has some real potential and yea, I'd even write a few chapters if that's what any one of ya need to show what the story could be If did right and could even compete with twdg from a writing prospective

Welcome everyone to the um... 57th? I dunno how many of these have we done, I only know I keep winning these which is why we're today! So I'll be hosting this month along with my buddy u/NazbazOG!

So the theme right, that's what we're here for! So what exactly is the purpose of these contests hmmm? Have you ever thought? In my opinion it's to have fun!! That's right! That's your theme for this month >!Purpose!!< That was funny!

The deadline for this month's contest is 23:59 GMT 29th September 2024.

So anyways you know the drills:

Rules:

-You can only submit one entry

-The entry must be TWDG related

-Its narrative must utilize this months themes

-It must be a one shot

-It must be linked to the comments of this post

-Prequels/Sequels to existing stories are allowed as long as they are loosely connected

Hope to see y'all's good work this month! Goodluck and see you at the end of the month!

We have officially moved past the FOURTH anniversary! I am very honoured and feel very special to see that there are FOUR entries for me! Four for the fourth? ha.

Let's waste no time. I'm the only guy to get you the results on the day the contest entered. That's Nazbaz the GOAT for ya. 16th contest hosted!

Whilst there is a guy out there who couldn't even do it with two entries and someone else had to post it for them. I say them, because I'm referencing to two donkeys here.

Anyway, results!

4th: >!u/Kiesmaier for "five courses"!< Score: 7/10

My reactions before final words:

"Omar said nothing, like he barely ever did." this was def personal 😂

"Where's the one that says: 'Aasim can't draw?'" 😂

bunch of laughs from the start, but once after Aasim's presentation to where I am right now (just after the abel jokes), it's unfortunately fallen off a little.

Do you also want to hold a speech afterwards?" She said and crossed her arms" 😂

"Oh please do little guy. You're truely dinners last hope." 😂

yo Violet is the joker here dang. There is something funny that in a comedy story, Louis has no tongue and he the joker. And Violet is the joker.

"If Willy ever turned, he wouldn't turn into a walker anyways. He'd turn into a wanker." 😂

"Ruby missing dinner." Violet mocked. "Highly unusual indeed." Yo Violet is def my favourite 😂

no way bro killed off 90% of his comedy (violet) mid way bruh.

...cannibalism?

I have to admit, great job creating tension and intriguing me on this mystery killer.

Ok, Omar is revealed and this is supposedly supposed to be a joke. I don't believe this. Ima make a prediction with the foreshadowing... of cannibalism. I think he killed his fellow friends and will make food out of em for Clem. Sorta like my halloween monsters entry, witchentine!

YEAHH my prediction was ON POINT. And now Omar wants em to eat up. Omar is Witchentine, Keismer version.

Well, what an ending. I have to like this ending because it's similar to one I made!

I did predict it though, and unpredictable endings GENERALLY are better, unless it makes the story worse.

Overall, this was a good story. however for comedy it wasn't the strongest, but I really did enjoy the story. Unfortunately, Violet was easily the strongest part of your story. Without her and this entry would fall flat. But for this ending and direction, you had to kill her off. And I don't think it's coincidence that since her death it turned into a horror show than a comedy show.

3rd: >!u/Canisventus for "The Fool and the Fury"!< Score: 8.5/10

Reactions before final words:

yo... that start of carver manipulating Clem in the office... is this my identity entry?!

WE GOT JOHN WICK IN THE HOUSE YALL!

You got 3 laughs from me from the start till the mexican standoff. Interesting going to Clem there actually makes me really intrigued and excited for what's coming next with the Mexicans.

"I poked him with a pencil" ok this the funniest yet 😂

ok, in my opinion, the joke of stabbing him but phrasing it as poke is funny but going back right after to say it normally... isn't good imo. you shoulda moved on from there imo.

Nah jane is a menace letting everyone argue when she was the solution 😂 "nobody asked" DAMN GIRL

yo jane what u doing with the gun 💀

or the gigantic slap you performed on her the other day would be the second worst thing that might happen to her.” 💀

“Make no mistake, Luke. This plan of theirs was not mine.” Kenny felt necessary to add. 😂

nahhh carlos got exposed DIFFERENTLY

when AJ was born you shoulda said "and a devil was born" or something like that. woulda loved it

JANEEEEEEEE!!! 😂

“He said his goodbyes and threw himself out of the car.” Kenny answered.

I expected the final punchline to be wellington to be full and none of em can enter. So they did all that for nothing and shoulda went to the lodge. that woulda been better imo!

Overall, this was a great read. it was fun! for a long entry, staying comedic isn't easy. and it started to fall off near the last parts but a few good ones came through, such as one of my favourite of Nick throwing himself out of the car allegedly.

Part of me was a bit disappointed the Mexican standoff didn't have a more significance to it, it was just to cause distraction and whatnot. but you weren't going in a different that needed more significance I guess!

I'm proud!

2nd: >!u/Super-Shenron for "Left Behind"!< Score: 8.6/10

Okay, we got Gabe as your MC. for your massive size of balls, ill grant u a 10 point bonus headstart. But, also cause Gabe is the MC, you start with a negative 10. Hey, looks like we start where everyone did!

“Of course.” her smirk turned into a grin, “I didn't know anyone could point a gun at someone and still look like a huge dork.” damn 😂

“No, it was really scary. I thought you might shoot your own foot off.” 😂

whoa whoa whoa there, Shen, mentioning the theme in the contest? smhhhhh

“Definitely.” this is hilarious it's like he is a coward and he like ur def coming cuz realistically i aint gonna do shit vibe. 😂

As you challenged yourself, plenty of themes coming through. Fatherhood is naturally in there considering a father is relevant. Gabe is desperate to save him. From what I sense, the revenge part is predictable. Of course legacy was forced in there!!

Gabe probably sees himself as a burden, and wants to prove himself.

With revenge there can be a rebellion! Fighting against... evil! Rebellion can also be defiance and gabe proving himself not as a burden can tie as identity!

Gabe woke up and... the evil identity is revealed. Joan! hopefully Gabe has a thing to say about her cake.

"For a while, Gabe could barely breathe, let alone speak." Oh come on, now big boy. Don't start choking now!

“Think whatever you like.” Joan said. “But you can’t argue against the results: it all worked like a charm. Then you showed up and turned my people against me.” And there is the defiance and rebellion!

oh shit, is this deal of kill her or him, referencing my desperation entry at the end with Lilly?! but dang fr, this is sick!

So Clem gets info for AJ, or Gabe gets his dad... DECISIONS DECISIONS!!

Wow. What a crazy ending. There is a lot to say about it.

And perhaps you chose this direction to appeal to the reader (me). But the truth is, I'd actually have liked a lot more if Gabe suddenly fought back. to show that he CAN do what it takes to survive. to save HIS DAD as in the game he desperately tried to do. To add on against someone he liked too but, I guess that ain't him, huh?

That being said, there is still respect gained for Gabe with the direction you went. And I can't believe you made me respect Gabe, let alone like him. This is like Tillie making a good comic.

And this is one of the most shocking ending I've seen you do. it was wild. I still really like it! But as I went through earlier, I think it woulda been a lot more heavy and more action had Gabe fought back imo.

These kinda deals and stuff are awesome.

And having challenged yourself to such a challenge is not easy.

Reunited with the dad and the legacy of his trash game.

I had you neck and neck with Canis. I have given you the edge though! Perhaps for doing the impossible.

Champion: >!u/ChippersGhost for "Easy Win"!< Score: 9.5/10

My reactions before final words:

"Willy approached the table, placed his book down and looked everyone in the eyes before smiling. He rolled up their carefully laid plan and tossed it into the fire to help heat up the stew." surprised you did your boy Willy like that 😂

"Willy-" Ruby began with a dangerous tone of defiance that she better just go ahead and keep to her fucking self." 😂

"Your face is so ugly your hair is running away from it" 💀💀

"What was that Mitch?" Willy asked. "Nothing." "That's what I suspected." Willy" 😂

He put him in a headlock while placing his feet on his lap. 😂

ayyo neider caleb Dianite 😭

"wore it as a mask. "NeVeRmInD tHe DaRkNeSs!" the way I burst out laughing 🤣🤣

"Well, I guess the jig is up." 😂

yo that ending 😂

man murdered a million people then talks about life is precious and then Lilly dies to add to it. 😂

I don't think those references with Dianite and Caleb was necessary, but in comedy you can whatever, right? You remained consistent throughout the entry, out of the other comedies they lacked consistency but hey, not everyone is chipper, am i right? As the two time Comedy champion has declared you the winner in a comedy contest and a Legacy with everything else feature.

Chipper did not disappoint in the only thing he is good at, Comedy! You're probably lucky comedy was an option here, else I don't think it would have been an "easy win". Still, you come back and remind us who tf you are!!! Congrats!!!

Sorry for being late. We can exclude this from the contest for missing the deadline (Not that I expect to win.)
The theme is mostly comedy

"Thank you all for gathering." Aasim began. He looked around the directors office, casually leaning on the desk by the window. Clementine and AJ contributed to the expectant silence that filled the room. Everyone was eager to hear what he had to announce. "Is everyone present?"

"Everyone important. And Willy." Violet remarked.

Ruby signalled Willy, who was about to retort something, to let it rest. Aasim nodded at her contentedly before he went on.

"Well then." He said and grabbed his diary that was sitting on the table. While he was browsing through the pages, he gestured everyone to step forward. "Please, come closer."

"What's this gonna be?" Violet asked skeptically. "A history lesson, or a book reading? I think we've heard plenty of your monologues recently already."

Willy chuckled, Aasim glared at him and Violet with disapproval. "Neither." He said sternly. "Have a look at this." He pointed at the two open pages of his journal.

Everyone else, except Louis, who continued to stand next to Aasim, leaned over the book to have a closer look at the content of the two pages. Clementine lifted AJ up in order to make him see. "Art." He said softly, in memory of Tenn. The pages were full of stick figures in different poses.

"Yeah, art of a pre-schooler." Violet mocked.

"As we all experienced ourselves in the last weeks, communicating without words is a challenge." Aasim began, doing his best to ignore the comments in the crowd. "Especially with someone who was as talkative and eloquent as Louis."

"Lilly probably only aggreed on talkative." Clementine thought to herself, remembering the horror she had felt when she had realized Louis' state in their prison cell.

Unlike her though, Violet once again didn't hesitate to utter her thoughts. "It even was hard to communicate with him with words. But why don't you add talented, while you're at it." She stated.

"For god's sake, stop interrupting him." Ruby grumbled in her direction. "Or perhaps you'd care to see how it feels to have no tongue?"

"Atleast I wouldn't have to taste Omars boring meals anymore." Violet snapped back.

Omar said nothing, like he barely ever did. Clementine couldn't remember anything he had said in these last two weeks in fact.

"But exchanging notes or letters isn't always an option. Especially in dangerous situations." Aasim continued, raising his voice. He seemed eager to get everyone to listen again. "That's why I, - we - thought of this: Communication with gestures and poses."

Louis nodded with approval.

"Do you really think you just invented sign language?" Willy suddenly asked provocatively. "I remember that I had a lesson about it once, they showed us some symbols and stuff to do with our hands."

"Oh I know what you did with your hands throughout childhood, and it definitely wasn't sign language. I'd be surprised if you could recall more than the name of the teacher from that lesson, given your attention span." Aasim snapped.

Willy clenched his fist, a sign that made Clementine intervene. "I think this could be a good idea. If everyone knows how it works."

Aasim looked satisfied. "I was about to tell you, so let's go through these." He pointed at the first stick figure. It had both arms extended over its head. Arrows indicated that the arms were also spinning around. "Every stickman is exemplifying one pose, applicable to a certain situation. This pose for example means: 'I need help over here.' "

His finger moved to the next, a figure that had both arms extended before its body, creating a dismissive gesture. "This one means: 'Danger! Stay away.' " Aasim explained. "Any questions so far?"

Violet raised her hand. "Where's the one that says: 'Aasim can't draw?' "

Aasim sighed. "I thought someone as simple-minded as you would realize that these are also meant to be simple. Minimalistic."

"There's a difference between minimalistic and minimal skill. If this is meant to be a dictionary to your language, then it better be at least a little bit expressive. Tenn would have done a better job with his eyes closed."

"You only say that because you put style over substance. This isn't a drawing, it's an instruction."

"A bad one nonetheless."

"I'll make a more detailed banner with descriptions, alright?" Ruby offered. "It can be put up in this room, so everyone will be able to learn the correct signs when they want."

Violet seemed pleased for the moment, and Aasim was able to continue. "Thanks love." He said to Ruby. The next on the list was a figure with the index finger of one hand on its mouth, the other hand waving, as if luring someone over. "This one is saying: 'Stay quiet, but come over.' "

Aasim went through a bunch more of the drawn poses, each with its own distinctive meaning.
"It's pretty self-explanatory actually." He concluded, about to close his diary.

"What's that one mean?" AJ asked, pointing at a figure with both arms fully stretched out in one line sideways, basically creating a human T.

"That one means: 'I'm currently thinking about my next step.' " Aasim declared.

"And the hell is that one?" Willy yelled, pointing at another one.

"That's just Louis playing the piano." Aasim answered bluntly. Louis smiled with approval, his fingers playing on invisible tiles in the air.

"Why would we need a description for that?" Willy inquired. Violet shook her head in quiet disbelief. "You can hear that plonking from three miles away."

"Ask him." Aasim said pointing at Louis, who still showed a content smile. "He wanted me to put it in."

"Why would we ask him, so he can answer by spinning his little toe around? These are way too specific." Violet yelled. "Think about what this pose means instead." She said, flipping him off before heading towards the door.

Aasim rolled his eyes.

"Do you think we'll be able to use this language soon?" Clementine broke the short silence.

"If everyone takes part, yeah." Aasim answered, angrily looking at the half open door through which Violet had left. "First, it would mainly be to speak with Louis. But we could even use it to communicate between each other. Think about it, it's completely silent, so no problem with walkers." He was visibly and audibly excited by the idea.

"I bet the walkers will be less confused than ourselves." Willy said.

"Think what you must." Aasim said, closing his diary energeticly. "Everyone will have enough time to learn every sign. We'll see who's able to comprehend them, or whose brain already shut down in 6th grade."

With that, the assembly was over.

A few days later, Rubys work was done. Instead of a banner, she had opted to plaster the whole walls of the upper building with the drawings, as well as short explanations. Even for the name of every group member, there now was one sign.
Clementine stood infront of hers right now. A "C" out of thumb and index finger.

"Admiring our new wall art?" Aasim had approached without her noticing.

"Still working my way through it." Clementine answered truthfully. She still wasn't sure if this wasn't all just a waste of time. But Aasim was unstoppable and Louis was happy, so she went along.

"Well then, let's test your skill!" He said, and with that, he switched over to his sign language. She did her best to translate.

First, Aasim created a double "W" with his fingers.

"Willy..."

Then, pointed in an indistinct direction.

"Out there..."

He waved his fist up and down.

"Masturbating again...?"

"Noo." Aasim yelled, truly disappointed. "I was going to tell you he's late. Two hours atleast. That was just me mimicking clock hands."

"You aren't really convincing as a clock."

"Well I didn't come to you as a clock. I came to you because I'd like you to search after him." Aasim said ernestly. "He was just supposed to get some fish by the shack. Shouldn't take him the whole day."

"Was nobody with him?" Clementine asked.

"Oh yeah. Omar I guess." Aasim scratched his head and grinned. "You never really notice him until dinner. But yes. He too."

Clementine nodded.

"Maybe take Violet with you. So nobody else goes missing." He said.

"Why don't you come?" Clementine inquired.

Aasim shook his fist up and down again.

"I see."

"This new sign stuff is all bullshit if you ask me." Violet said on their way to the river.

"I figured." Clementine began. "I just think that, as long as it helps Louis-"

"It only helps Aasims ego." Violet interrupted. "Useful to be quiet around walkers..." She laughed. "The only language that helps against walkers is physical." She said, now holding up her cleaver.

"We're there." Clementine noticed, while Violet waved about with the cleaver, as if hacking down a herd.

"WILLY!?" She then suddenly began shouting. "WILLYYY!?"

"Shhh." Clementine made and smacked her on the back.

"What?" She said in return. "You want me to yell out his name in sign language?"

"Let's just look inside first." Clem said and stepped into the shack.

At first, everything seemed to be in order. There even stood a bucket half full of fish on the floor.

"Smells good." Violet said while Clem went in further.

"What the hell is that?" She yelled.

"What is it?" Violet asked and followed her.

Next to the heart with their initials, which Violet and Minerva had carved into the wall, there was a new one. Way bigger, with only the letter "W" in it. It was crossed out with blood, which was slowly dripping down the wall.

"Who did this?" Clem asked.

"I guess whoever did this." Violet answered. She had picked up one of their spears, its tip was covered in blood.

Clems eyes went around the room, searching for another clue to what happened. On the table, a half burned cigarette caught her attention.

"I thought Abel was dead." She said when she held it in her fingers. It looked familar, like it was made out of the page of a book.

"Last time I checked, he was very much un-abel." Violet said with a giggle. "Or dis-abel." She added.

She stopped laughing when she noticed Clementines glare, and looked at her wooden replacement leg, which for some had 'Kenny' written on it.

"You think someone else from the Delta did this?" She opted to say to change the topic.

"I don't know. I thought we destroyed them for good."

"Well, what do the words on the paper say?" Violet asked.

Clementine uncurled the cigar and did her best to encypher the words that hadn't gone up in smoke. "...to be mixed with flour and baking soda... stirr the eggs and mix in... the meantime, prepare the iron with..."

"This whole thing." Violet began and spun around the room. "Sounds like a recipe for..."

"Trouble?" Clem finished her sentence.

"Waffles."

"Seen Willy anywhere?" Were the words with which Aasim greeted them upon their return.

"Clem, you're back!" Were those of AJ.

"Nope, or do you see him now?" Violet answered. She handed him the bucket of fish. "I'm hungry."

"So?"

She rolled her eyes. "So, Aasim. You'll cook for me."

He shrugged. "I can't cook."

"If you can eat then you can cook."

"Didn't we have a guy for that once?" Aasim asked.

"No trace of him, unfortunately. It appears however, that whatever happened to Willy, it's serious." Clementine informed.

While she explained all of the clues that were left behind in the shack to Aasim, Louis tapped Violet on the shoulder.

"What is it?" She already sounded annoyed.

Louis made an "L" with his fingers.

Violet stared at him. "I'm not part of Aasims dumbass class." She finally stated.

Louis rolled his eyes. He indicated at himself with his thumb.

"You want... what?"

He began making a movement, which looked like him stirring an imaginary stew with an imaginary spoon.

Violet still looked puzzled. "What the hell are you cranking on?"

Louis sighed and pulled her by the arm, over to the fireplace. He once again pointed at himself, then the big pot.

"You want to cook for us?" She asked.

Louis nodded with content.

"Sure, let's let the guy with no tongue cook. Do you also want to hold a speech afterwards?" She said and crossed her arms.

"Can I help?" AJ asked. He had listened to their "conversation".

"Oh please do little guy. You're truely dinners last hope." Violet said, her voice loaded with sarcasm as usual.

A few meters away, Aasims concerned voice spoke out. "That sounds terrible. You think he's...?"

"Don't worry Aasim. If Willy ever turned, he wouldn't turn into a walker anyways. He'd turn into a wanker." Violet said while coming back, before Clem could answer. "You'd barely notice the difference."

"I don't know, we should keep investigating. Especially if he doesn't reappear soon." Clem added.

"It's probaly just one of his little jokes." Violet stated. "Nothing that should stop us from having dinner."

'Dinner' made a disgusting soggy noise when Louis loaded it on their plates half an hour later. An indefinable mush.

"What. Is. This?" Violet asked dramatically.

Louis made a wriggly movement with his hands.

"We know it was fish." Aasim declared.

"We brought it to you." Violet added. "The question is, what did you turn it into?"

"We did our best." AJ sounded disappointed.

"We'll try it AJ." Clem said. "We're sure it'll taste good."

"Speak for yourself." Violet said.

"I wonder where Ruby is..." Aasim spoke his thoughts out loud. "She should be back from guard duty."

"Ruby missing dinner." Violet mocked. "Highly unusual indeed."

Just then, a loud scream pierced through the otherwise silent afternoon.

"Ruby?" Aasim asked with worry.

"That came from the bell tower." Clem noticed.

"Let's go look." Violet declared.

Aasim didn't look so sure. "Ehhh... I'm not so good at climbing."

Clem looked at Louis. He just waved off.

"She has a wooden leg and she's still a better climber than you?" Violet shook her head. "Let's lose no time."

The climb up was accompanied by a tense silence. Both if them weren't sure what to expect.

Violet reached out her hand as she reached the top first. "Seen anything yet?" Clem asked her.

"Haven't looked." She answered.

They searched the platform.

"Nobody's here." Clem announced, stunned.

"Not a person perhaps. But take a look at this." Violet said.

Clem came over to her. There was a pool of blood, a piece of paper amidst it. She picked it up, it was soaked with blood. "That's a drawing of Ruby..." Violet said.

Clem nodded, then noticed another cigar, still smoking a little, lying on a brick.

She read what it said out loud, while Violet leaned on the railing.

"....roast over fire... take off after 45 minutes... to be garnished with onion..."

"Seems like..." Violet didn't get further, as someone grabbed her from behind, and dragged her over the railing. She screamed as she fell, as Clementine sprinted over, carefully looking over the railing.
She saw a figure scaling down the walls with immense skill, hooded in black cloth. When they reached the floor, they dragged the motionless Violet away.

"We found this." Aasim gave her another cigar after she had explained to him what she saw on the belltower. "Her cleaver was also left behind. Stuck onto a... drawing of her."

"We have to assume the worst." Clem said. "Where's Louis?"

"Apparently he chased after the person you saw. We couldn't find Violet."

"Let's help him. He must be in the forest." She turned to AJ. "Wait in the basement for us. Lock the doors. Only open when I'm back."

"Don't you think that's a little risky?" Aasim asked.

"Whoever's behind this, will be occupied with us. It would be more risky to take AJ with me." And with that, they made their way into the forest.

"Did you notice how all of these cigars are from the same cooking book?" Aasim asked her while they walked, looking for Louis. "It's like Abel all over again. Except the bible stuff."

"I did notice that parallel." Clem agreed.

"But there's more." Aasim said. "Every now and then, a word is replaced on these."

"So?"

"So, some words in these recipes are 'fingers' or 'eyeballs'. It's like someone is hinting at cannibalism."

Clem remembered the St. Johns and shivered. "Let's find Louis."

Aasim suddenly held her back. "Maybe we just did." He pointed in a direction. There he was, waving and gesturing wildly. Clem wanted to go, but Aasim still didn't let go of her arm. "Wait!" He said. "He's signalling to stay away."

"He's clearly saying to come over." Clem argued, and looked at Louis, who desperately waved in all directions. She tried to free herself from Aasims grip.

"You clearly haven't paid attention, do I really have to teach you what that signal means?"
He reached for his diary, that's when Clem freed herself to go over to Louis. But she couldn't see him anymore. When she reached the tree he had been standing next to, there was only his coat, again, soaked in blood. Another cigar laid there, not far away.

"You're making the wrong call!" She heard Aasim count. "He clearly said to stay away from the..." He didn't get further. She turned around, only to see him dragged off by the hooded figure. He was abonormally fast. She tried to follow, but it was like they disappeared into thin air, and she wasn't fast enough with Kenny.

She was aghast. "AJ!" She suddenly screamed at herself. He was all alone in the basement. She ran as fast she could, reached the school gates and kept running, until she reached the basement door. She hammered against the door. "AJ!? AJ do you hear me?"

He answered. "Clem?"

She was relieved to hear his voice, all well and unknowing.

"Open the door. We have to stay here for a while. We can't let anyone in. It was nighttime by now.

"Who could be behind all this?" Clementine asked into the silence. The room echoed her voice. "It just doesn't make sense."

"Maybe... Maybe it does?" AJ said.

Clementine kneeled down to him, caught off-guard by his answer. "What do you mean AJ?"

"Well..." He began. "You know how Aasim claimed to have an accurate calendar in his diary?"

"Yeah... I think I heard him talk about it...?"

"Well, I heard them talk about your birthday. And... there was gonna be a surprise so..."

"My birthday? Haven't thought about that for a while." She couldn't help but smile a little. "So you mean to tell me that this whole thing is just a big distraction for my birthday? A joke?"

"Well, I'm not part of it." AJ said defensively. "I just heard about a surprise. And tonight, it should be your birthday according to him."

"But Violet looked pretty dead." Clementine argued.

"Maybe that's part if the gift?"

Before they could go on, someone interrupted by loudly applauding them. "Bravo!" A familiar voice exclaimed. "You figured it out!"

Clem and AJ spun around. The hooded figure approached them, still clapping its hands.

"Don't come closer!" Clem said and went for her knife.

"Don't worry." The hooded guy said and raised his arms. "No need. You already figured it out."

He took his hood off and revealed an equally familiar face.

"Omar...?" AJ said, almost whispering.

Omar put a little toy trumpet in his mouth and blew into it.

"FLÖÖIIOP!" It made. "Happy birthday Clementine!" He announced.

Clementine laughed in relief. "So you mean to tell me this is all part of the surprise?"

"I do." Omar answered proudly. "Everyone is part of it. You'll see. Though I would say I had the biggest part in it."

"So, all just to distract me? To make me forget about my birthday?"

"Yes."

"So, even the stupid sign language thing? Just another distraction?" Clementine asked hopefully.

Omars smile faded. "No." He admitted. "That was genuine."

"But come on, let's see the best part!" He said shortly after. "A feast is waiting for you, everyone is waiting!"

He lead them out of the basement, out into the courtyard, where the decorated table by the fireplace waited for them, complete with candles and napkins and most importantly, lots of food. Not complete, however, with the others. It looked the table was only set for two people.

"This looks fantastic Omar..." Clementine began as they reached the table. "But... where is everyone?"

"Sit down please. Don't worry. Everyone is here! Can't you see?" He pointed at the loaded table.

That's when Clementine saw it. Rosie, prepared like a pig with an apple in her mouth, garnished with onion and carrots. She gasped. "What the..."

Her eyes wandered around the table. What had looked like sausages at first were actually human fingers. There was a soup with what could only be ears inside. And another dish that looked suspiciously like Mark.
She was about to throw up.

"Omar, tell me this is just another joke."

"I'm not Louis, so I'm not in the mood for stupid jokes."

"Why the hell would you do this!?" She screamed.

Omar shook his head. "The question is, why wouldn't I? Did you live with these assholes for years or did I? And now tell, do they remember your name or mine?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. I can cook dinner, that's what I'm good for. Not only did I endure their annoying personalities for years. Violets bickering. Louis self-centered performances and shitty jokes. Aasim, that know-it-all prick. Willys hornyness. Do you know how often he masturbated into our soup?" He ranted.

"What?" AJ asked.

"You mean to tell me we ate that?"

Omar ignored them. "I served them for years, and what do I get? Respect? No. They barely remember my name. They didn't even look for me when I got missing. I wasn't gonna spend the rest of my life with these assholes." He finished.

"What do you want from us?" Clem asked.

Omar looked at them directly, with the hint of a smile. "I don't hate you two. You didn't ruin my life... yet. I only ask one thing of you, then you can go."

"And what would that be?"

"To eat up." He announced. "I've made you a nice five course meal. One course for each...subject. Free me of these memories, and you're free."

"No way." Clementine declared. "I'm not letting AJ go through the same thing.." AJ held onto her tightly. She wasn't if he had actually grasped the whole situation.

"That's a pity. If you don't, I'll have to turn you into dessert."

Clementine went for her knife, but it wasn't there.

"Don't try anything. I've been planning this for a long time, aquiring all necessary skills. You can't stop it."

Clem had to admit one thing. Omar really could cook.

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"We cut our losses!" Lilly yelled throughout the courtyard. "Fall back! Pull in and fall back!" Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the soldiers of the Delta stopped what they were doing and disappeared into the night with their captives: Louis, Violet and Clementine. . .

The Next Morning Omar, Aasim, Ruby, Tennessee, AJ, and Mitch with an intact throat and face, were at the picnic table in the center of the courtyard. On the table was Marlon's crudely drawn map. "They must've came from here." Mitch said, pointing to the river where Marlon had wrote 'DON'T FUCKING GO HERE'. "As a good fighter, that's where I'd come from. And Marlon must've been covering his ass by keeping us away from the place where he gave away the twins. Everyone remember that? From before?"

"Very smart theory." Omar said, smartly as he stirred the stew above the fire dangerously close to the carefully laid out plans. "You need a huge pat on the back for being smart enough to figure that out."

"And since we just went over the whole perfect plan, " Ruby began, "There is no need to repeat it now."

"That's right." Mitch answered. "No one could ever forget a plan as perfect as the one we have here."

Ruby had remembered the plan they had just made moments ago, but she did not remember the plans they had made years ago. A plan that by all reasons should never take place. But the prerequisite for such an event had taken place. And although no one seemed to remember, one person did. One person conspicuous by their absence. Willy.

Willy entered the courtyard with his chest out and Rosie by his side. In his right arm, a large homemade book that simply said "Bylaws". Willy approached the table, placed his book down and looked everyone in the eyes before smiling. He rolled up their carefully laid plan and tossed it into the fire to help heat up the stew.

"What the fuck, Willy!?" Mitch yelled. Willy opened his book.

"That took us hours!" Aasim cried. Willy found his page.

"What is that?" Ruby asked. Willy pointed to the top of the page and cleared his throat.

"In the event that I, Marlon, the leader of Ericson's am murdered," Willy began, "And that murderers surrogate mother, along with Violet and Louis, are captured, then the role of leadership shall fall upon the shoulders of Willy. Anyone who disagrees with this decision or his methods shall be banished from the school forever."

"Willy-" Ruby began with a dangerous tone of defiance that she better just go ahead and keep to her fucking self. "I- Nevermind. Just tell us what to do."

"First things first." Willy stated. "Where is our prisoner?"

"The ugly guy?" Mitch asked. "He's tied up in the basement." As he finished, so did Rosie finish her large coil of shit by his feet.

"How did you not know immediately what I meant? We have one fucking prisoner. God damn."

"Willy, I drew this picture of Clementine, Violet, and Louis." Tennessee announced, holding up his art. "I thought they might like it when we get them-"

"That's perfect, Tenn." Willy said as he snatched it from Tennessee's weak fingers, used the art to pick up the pile of dogshit and toss it over the wall. "Keep it up. Now, to the basement!"

And so, the school children followed their new leader to the basement as he said they would do. Upon entering that basement, Willy made eye contact with their captive, Abel. "What's with the ugly, toothless kid." Abel asked, rudely.

"Who the fuck are YOU to call anyone ugly. Your face is so ugly your hair is running away from it, one armed having, piece of fucking shit."

"We might as well hurl insults at each other, cause you ain't getting nothing out of me."

"We'll just see about that." Willy said as he scanned a shelf of books that is probably down there, I'm not sure, I was too scared of zombie Brody getting me. He scanned them up and down until finally finding exactly what he needed. "This will do." He grabbed a very large book titled "How To Get Information From A Captive Very Quickly For Beginners". He pulled the book out and showed it to Abel who just gave a smug laugh.

Willy then raised the booked over his head and started to pummel Abel to a pulp with it. "Jesus Christ!" Abel yelled as the blows continued.

"Are you gonna talk?"

"Yes! Fuck! There's a note in my boot that says something, and we have a boat on the river."

"As I suspected. . ." Mitch whispered to himself.

"What was that Mitch?" Willy asked.

"Nothing."

"That's what I suspected." Willy then looked to his followers. "Alright, let's head out."

"What about him?" AJ asked.

"Like I said." Willy approached Abel. "Let's." He put him in a headlock while placing his feet on his lap. "Head." He proceeded to pull as hard as he could until Abels head came off. "Out!" He then threw the head to Rosie who took it out of the basement.

"I didn't think something like that was possible." Aasim said.

"Me Neider." Ruby answered, referencingly.

The school children then traveled to where the boat is. You know the place. Once there, Willy began to scan the area. He saw several guards doing lots of different tasks. The one that stood out the most were guards picking up heavy wooden crates and taking them onto the boat. "Aasim, get into one of those crates. Once you're on board, let the rest of us in."

"You got it, boss." Aasim replied before going to the crate. He opened the lid, removed the rifles and hand grenades, threw them into the water, and then entered the crate.

"I fucking hate Aasim." Mitch said. Just then, two guards approached the crate and picked it up. They then carried it over to the roaring camp fire and toss it in. "Good."

"No that's not good!" Willy scolded Mitch. "Now we have to figure out how to get in there ourselves."

"What about Aasim?" Ruby asked.

"Who?"

"Aasim. He just got tossed into a fire." Willy looked puzzled. "He came here with us, and you ordered him, by name, to get in that crate!" Willy shrugged his shoulders. "Fine. I'll go help him."

"Who?"

"Ugh!" Ruby let out as she ran over to Aasim. She can't run very fast, so it took a while.

Willy crouched behind a rock to listen in on a conversation between a set of guards guarding the entrance to the dock. One guard was speaking and the other appeared very bored.

"...and I got my chainsaw resistant chaps." Caleb continued. "My heavy duty construction gloves. . ."

"Dude." Dianite interrupted. "Please stop. I don't fucking care."

"and this backpack has my knives, my can opener, my straws, my plates, . ."

"I can't. . ."

"My gun, my bullets, my other gun, my other bullets. It's enough to get by."

Dianite, realizing the end is near, used the very last of his energy to decapitate Caleb. Caleb's head fell off his shoulders and rolled into the water, still talking about the many things he carries. "And now, me. . ." Dianite plopped to the ground. He had died of boredom listening to Caleb's story.

Willy then spotted one set of guards in front of the boats main entrance. He picked up two peach seeds off the ground and threw one into the woods to their side.

"Hey, that sounded like a distraction!" Gad said.

"Let's go check it out!" Michael replied as they ran into the woods.

"Who would've thought that would be able to work?" Omar said.

"I say the same thing when I see you make stew." Willy replied. They all then boarded the boat. Once inside, there was another set of guards. He grabbed the other peach seed from his pocket. "Here goes nothing." He then tossed the seed towards the window to hopefully draw Sullene's attention, but it bounced off the wall and landed in her mouth. She began to choke.

"Oh my god Sullene!" Dorian yelled. "That was a peach pit. You're allergic to peaches." She pulled her knife out to perform a tracheotomy. Sullene hit the floor and Dorian put the knife in her throat, but it was too late. Sullene had passed away. Just then, still alive Yonotan entered the room.

"You killed my girlfriend!" He yelled at Dorian, drawing his pistol. He shot her in the head with no hesitation. "Fuck this." He said before shooting himself in the head as well.

"Okay. . ." Willy began. "The coast is clear." The crew kept being sneaky until they reached the brig. The cells. Boat jail. He saw Minerva was busy talking shit to Clementine through the cell door. "You guys get her talking, and I'll handle the rest. Willy then hid behind a box next to the hallway leading to the cells. He nodded to Tenn.

"Minnie?" Tennessee asked for her attention. She turned to see him.

"Tenn!" She shouted before running to her brother to embrace him in a hug. "I can't believe it's really you."

"We're here to save our friends. And you too."

"I can't leave here, Tenn. It's too late for me,"

"No. You have to come back with us. No matter what you've done. It's never too late to change for the better."

"You're right. Gosh you're so smart. What did I do to deserve such a sweet brother? I'll go get the keys, and we can all get out of here without ale-" Minnie's sentence was cut short by Willy slitting her throat.

"NOOO!" Tennessee yelled.

"Yes." Willy corrected. "That was the plan. Great job, Tenn!"

"She was going to help us!"

"As if. She was brain washed. I can tell."

"No you can't!"

"Sure I can." Willy then stuck a knife into Minnie's skull, pried it open and grabbed her brain. "See? If her brain wasn't washed, this would be WAY grosser. Tennessee vomited into his dead sisters open skull. "Jesus, have some god damn respect for the dead, Tenn." Willy then peeled Minerva's face skin off and wore it as a mask. "NeVeRmInD tHe DaRkNeSs! Let's go get those keys!" He ran down the hall until he came face to (someone else's) face with another guard.

"What the fuck?" Armando said at the sight of Minerva's face.

"I need the cell keys." Willy said in his best Minerva impression. "The night will be over soon."

"You fucking killed her!"

"No, they're still in the cell. I need the keys." Armando then charged at Willy. "Well, I guess the jig is up." He stepped to the side as Armando continued into the laundry chute. After the lid closed behind him, a piece of paper that said "Laundry Chute" fell off and revealed in was actually a kitchen knife and piranha chute. So he's dead.

Willy looked on the wall to see they jail keys and a bow and arrow with a grenade tied to the arrow. "You guys let them out." Willy said as he took the weapon. "I'm going to talk to Lilly." Willy ran to the upper deck to find Lilly and Gina standing at the helm, chit chatting. Willy pulled the pin from the grenade, and fired the arrow at Gina. Gina proceeded to explode causing Lilly to get knocked down as her gun flew over into the hands of Willy. Willy fired a shot and hit her in the shoulder as the rest of the kids came up to join him.

"Well well well." Lilly began as so many people do in this story. "If it isn't Minerva. What're you waiting for." She gripped at her bullet wound as blood flowed freely through her fingers. "Finish the job."

"Yeah, just shoot her, Willy." Clementine said.

"No." Willy said, lowering his gun. "Then I'd be no better than her." He took Minerva's face off and tossed it towards Tennessee, hitting him in the chest before plopping onto his feet.

"What do you mean?" AJ asked.

"Killing is wrong." Willy answered and turned towards AJ. As he stepped, his foot went into Gina's abdomen and got stuck on her rib cage. "You see, life is precious." Willy hopped to the edge of the boat to scrape Gina's torso off his foot. "If you murder someone, that's it." Gina finally broke free and fell into the water below. "They have no chance at becoming a better person." He turned back towards Lilly, stepping on and crushing Gina's head in the process.

"That's why I won't kill you." Willy continued. "I-"

"She's dead dude." Mitch said.

"What? I just shot her in the shoulder."

"Yeah, and there are arteries in there and you hit one. She bled to death."

"Well. . ." Willy accepted. "Shit."

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