"I can hear you, motherfucker." Sasuke felt a sudden embarrassment hearing Billy talk about him in that...glorious way.
Unaware of Sasuke's ability to share senses with his summons. Which was under the bed in that room, hidden from both.
'I'm sure he wouldn't say that shit if he knew, damn...it feels weird to be praised as a little brother here.' He scratched his neck and took a look from the window of the house he was in.
Until now, things were good.
He found a whole mall closed and damn full...it was a surprise in this world where looters left nothing, but understandable as the walkers right outside were 56, all locked in the parking lot right outside the entrance.
It all joined his own storage seal and his chakra threads...
And another two shops along the way, with one having clothes for women; fashion didn't mean shit in this world, but he knew clothes would be necessary when everything is settled later.
The first police station was half empty but not looted; probably those officers left with their gear, and no one has returned so far.
The second was stacked with walkers; both police and civilians took refuge there, locking themselves in, which also made everyone turn due to whatever happened.
Sasuke cleared it and looted everything in there before finding this place in the outskirts to take a rest.
It is now {20:13 pm}; he already checked with the group in the prison and talked with the two Everdeens. Everyone is fine, and they are doing good.
Sasuke started going through channels on his CB, trying to hear something, someone. Maybe some random info, survivors, or anything to pass time with.
|~zzz~The emergency alert system has been activated. The Civil Defense Office issued the following statement: Regular broadcasting will cease immediately. This is a civil emergency. Avoid any injured person at all costs, stay calm. Help is on the way.
The emergency alert system has been activated....~zzz~" Sasuke skipped it, just another auto broadcast from the government
'I'm curious about Japan and other countries; did they all fall like this one? Islands...would be a great place to build a new community in one, but one tsunami and it's all bad again here too...one dangerous earthquake, flood, or storm and we will be in trouble.
Sasuke, who was thinking of random things, suddenly stood backing to a corner where he could observe from the window, kunai ready in hand.
"Are you serious?" A man's voice sounded nearby as they were walking by the house he was in.
"Haha, hell yeah, Bob, two girls, and young...their pa is in there too. Tom told me to hurry or they will start without us. They want to have him watch as we go down on them like we did last time to that Caucasian."
"Damn, I'm getting worked just hearing they're young. It's been weeks since I tasted a young one. I loved their crying, but not that last bitch. She bit her damn tongue...what are we doing, man? Let's run there."
"Hey, easy, there might be roamers around. I won't be killed before eating their little pus—" and his head rolled from his shoulder, finishing the words in choked gibberish.
"Reed, what did you say?" the man who stinks became horrified seeing his friend, who was speaking a second ago, now beheaded on the ground, a young guy beside him holding a sword dripping in blood.
"Hah? W-who are–mmmff,"
Before he even reacted, a gloved hand closed around his jaw, lifting him up. His hands were suddenly tied by a sharp object behind his back, and he felt his arm's skin being cut whenever he struggled.
"Shush, Bob, we don't have much time, so give me the direction to the place you were heading to now, and I will spare your pathetic existence. Now now...don't struggle; for each 5 seconds of meaningless waste of time, I take a limb. Talk, where are others?" Sasuke then moved his hand from his mouth to his neck, letting him talk.
"Who are you? What th-mmmff?"
"3"
"Gho to hel, Athol."
"1"
*Slash*
...
Fifty seconds later Sasuke ran from his safe house at his top speed, practically vanishing, leaving a legless man behind whose cries called for whatever walker that was nearby.
Rape, of course it has to be fucking rape. There are very few people surviving this damn world now, and even then, the females are way less than the men.
For those fuckers who shed their morals and became merely a husk led by instincts, not much different than walkers...They don't think of saving people, civilization, repopulation, or anything; to them, all things get down to taking whatever you want.
Beating the weak, enslaving men, or killing them and doing that act to every female.
As in the end, weakness has become the major sin here.
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No no no no...
Why? Why this? Is there no sane man here?
We did nothing wrong; we were just surviving. I even wanted to help him, so why does it always have to be me losing things, being the one on the receiving end of the cruelty?
I lost my wife already; isn't that enough?.
I can't even speak, to beg them to let go of my daughters.
I hate this pathetic life, this pathetic me.
Even roamers weren't that cruel.
"Haha, are you crying now? Hey, don't be. We are sorry you know; we don't want to do this either. But who told you to be an awesome host and have two damn beautiful daughters? The world is ending, man. Didn't receive the memo? You should be grateful to us; I promise we're going to take good damn care of them." One fat man slapped my face and laughed. And turned to my little girls, who were already shivering in fear and cold as they started...
"Only clothes, dumbass. Dave is the first; those are rules...I don't want to have my head bashed because I got too damn horny and stopped thinking with my head."
"And who cares? Stop being a pussy. He will take at least an hour to come here. We can put him to sleep anyw—"
"Say that again. SAY THAT AGAIN!!" The other man strangled him, pointing a shotgun at his head and shouted.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't know what happened to me. Alright, I won't do it. We wait for Dave."
I wish for roamers to come here and tear us all apart here; it's better than seeing this, having my daughters cry hearing what those men are going to do, what they did to those before them, and looking at me for help, and all I can do is shed tears and wish for miracles.
'Please, God, anything. I will pay with my life, roamers, even if it is them to tear me piece by piece here...just not my little girls.' I couldn't even close my eyes as they used tape to force me to see all this.
I...hate myself and this world.
...
*Whoosh*, I didn't care, like everyone here hearing that sound, just the wind.
Until the first candle in the empty warehouse I was using as shelter died.
*Whoosh* *whoosh*.
Two more of that sound, and two candles had their fire extinguished.
I looked around, like everyone here who started asking what is happening.
And I saw it; something was on the roof, eyes looking straight at mine, and a voice reached me, us...
"Fucking reptiles"
The shadow on the roof moved, and the last candle got extinguished.
The fat man fired up at the roof; the slight flash was enough for me to only witness one of the 5 men getting tossed at a wall, then a loud crack and his pained scream.
Then those whooshes again, many, each time resulting in a thud and a cry.
"Please don't kill us; don't hurt Dad!! Save us!!" Lilly screamed, which is what I wanted to do myself, to beg this thing to spare my daughters. But I was gagged.
It didn't talk, the gunfire stopped, and only moans of the men sounded.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," that cold voice sounded again right beside me, making me flinch in fear.
"Mmpph"
"I won't harm you and your daughters here...drink slowly." I squinted my eyes as the person who did all this, who saved us, lit a torch, pointing it up, and I felt my hands free.
"Papa," "Dad" Lilly and Maria ran to my side, and the man, our savior, stepped away a little after giving me a bottle of water.
"Why did you let them live?" Lilly cried to the person whose only silhouette was faintly visible in this dark place.
I hastily covered her mouth, afraid she might've angered him.
"Because I would've wanted to be the one to do it if I were your father, do you? Or I finish my job, and we need to leave... walkers are attracted to sound." I squinted again, rubbing my wrists and pulling my little girls behind me.
His hand pulled a gun, and his other pointed the light at the five men, still alive, all on the ground, knives piercing their hands and ankles, crying in pain or crawling, trying to get away.
"I—I will do it; please, let me do it." I was the weak one and the victim once; never again. I took the gun cautiously, telling them to turn away.
"D-Dad?"
"I'm sorry, Maria, but I have to do it, me..."
"*Sob* O-okay, but please don't go far."
"I won't."
I turned to the man who did all this; now my eyes are getting used to the dark a little.
He just nodded, asking me one more time if I'm sure I can do it; he must be young from what I can tell.
"Thank you, sir. I can't say enough to express my gratitude, and I'll do anything to pay for the lives you saved. Please let me do it; it has to be me."
"Alright, go; don't worry, I'll lead you outside safely after this."
I nodded and walked to the nearest one, the same one who tricked me at first, making me open the door for him, the same one who tied me and called for his men.
"Please, I'm sorry, don't do it, please, I beg you, I didn't mean to—" I pulled the trigger.
The sound wasn't too loud; this gun has a silencer, but his scream was.
I fired at his chest two times more and turned to the other four, who started crying and crawling faster.
"Why, we were just...we have a big group!! They are near. They won't let this be—" and fired at the leg of the man who started speaking, the other leg, then his back...until he stopped moving.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to waste your bullets." It suddenly struck me what I was doing, and I hurried to explain to him.
"Go ahead, I don't lack them. Finish your job and avenge your daughters."
I felt tears still running down my cheeks, part of me saying this is a hallucination, and I will wake up to death, or worse...but nothing of that came.
Only the cold night and the screams of the remaining three as I gunned them down one by one.
I wiped my face and handed the gun back to the man; he had a mask hiding the lower part of his face. He was clean and young, maybe around Maria's age.
"Thank you."
"Mhm, if you are good, we need to leave...here." I saw him take off his jacket and give it to me for Lilly, who was shivering, hugging me with her sister.
"Y-yes, we have nothing here."
He nodded, helped us find clothes, and packed everything before we followed him out.
I don't know what is awaiting me and my daughters out there.
But I will never be the one on the weak side, I promise that.
For them, for me...and for our safety.
Never again.
//A/N: So in case someone is about to start telling me that I'm adding too much OC and it's not good, this happened in the show; not a scene, but Randall talked about it when he was being taken care of by Daryl's loving fists.
I simply need one profession in their group but didn't find the right person; thus, this guy is the gifted one... Hope you liked it. //
{{{Also we are 1m view, something I never expected to happen, thanks to you all, My schedule is a mess so I'll drop bonus chapters when I can, have a good day}}}