Originally Posted by John_Brian_K
Alright people I have no idea where I am going with this story, but someone on here gave me the idea with their story including the Punisher so here it is. well at least the beginning anyway.
There is absolutely nothing fun about what I do. I have to deal with guts and gore every fucking day of my life. I have to. It is my mission. No one gave it to me. I decided my fate, but I am not sure if anyone in my position could choose to do anything else. The old me would have said fuck it, but there are not a lot of people like me. There are not many people period. The old me would have holed up in one of my many palatial palaces with protection galore and women clamoring at my feet even more so than before all of this.
“Going out again today sir?” Leopold asked as I walked by to take a piss.
“What do you think Leo? When was the last time I took a day off?” I didn’t mean to sound like a dick, but this shit is really starting to get to me.
“You really should take a day or 2 off sir. It is good for the soul.” He added.
“Good for the soul? Are you fucking kidding me Leo? We have been over this many times. There is nothing ‘good for the soul’ left on this planet.” I never felt guilt at swearing at him he was one of the very few people that could understand my personality. Every once in a while I felt a little shame because he is 30 years older than me, but never guilt. He wasn’t built like that. I never got a lecture and he has never so much as looked at me funny when I did lose it a little.
“Ahh sir, but I think you underestimate your contribution to the fight. You give hope to many people.”
That really was one of the better things I have done. If I had not set up that broadcast no one would have any idea what I was doing. I was not in it for the fame this time, but I felt like they needed a reason to fight. I was hoping word of my involvement was what they needed. Apparently I was right. I didn’t hear as much about mass suicides or people simply giving up. Maybe what I was doing gave them hope for a life after all this.
I am talking about the communication tower I had constructed during the first wave of infection. I had the main communication tower constructed in the middle of my complex and during a 2 day expedition I retrofit the surrounding radio towers to accept my signal and also made sure power would remain on for the next…oh…. 500 years or so. It is not hard when you hold the key to power in your head.
Every day when I get back home I broadcast how many I killed and what I saw as I flew over head. Kind of a daily zombie report if you will. I would tell people where I saw a store that had supplies or where to avoid because the ground was thick with them in those areas.
“What do you say sir? How about a day off?” Leopold said breaking me out of my thoughts and bringing me back to reality.
Reality. That is really what decided my day. That one single word. It was the reality and until I extinguished every single one of the fuckers it was my reality day in and day out.
“Not today Leo.” I said thinking of my promise to myself.
“According to my calculations I will not be taking a day off for about 30 years and that is if everything goes according to plan. I really wish I had the resources to build a couple more of these things so I could train other people on how to use it and give me that day off. I might even have been able to get you in a suit.” I said while laughing.
“Not me sir. I am past my prime.” Leopold said smirking at me.
“Well in any case get things ready for me to go will you? The mood I am in today may just keep me out all night.”
“That is definitely the opposite of what I tried to accomplish.” Leopold said with a frown as he walked away.
And off I went to take a quick piss before I went out smashed as many fucking zombies as I could before I was too tired to go on.
At first I tried thinking logically on where to cut them down. I would think if I could clear a certain area it would help the people in that area take back their land, but either I am an idiot or there are way, and I mean way, more zombies than people left. Every time I cleared an area it got re infected with more than I dispatched. Finally I just decided to fly around until I was ready to take them on.
Sometimes that was a matter of minutes and other times I would fly for hours until I cleared my head enough to do it.
This day was pretty quick. After I got the suit on and gave departing words to Leo I was in the air and ready to take on the first group I saw which happened to be a group walking the streets on New York of course.
Now I had set up noise makers all over. I had 30 in the New York area alone. I figured it was worth it to spend the 2 months or so it took to make them and install them all over the North Eastern United States. The idea was to get as many together as possible to save time. This little group was nowhere near one of my noise makers and they pissed me off at the site of them. I didnt spend long on my calculations, but the mere presence of them nowhere near one of my noise makers seemed like a personal affront to me. Like the zombies are thinking "Hey we know you put those noise makers up but we dont give a fuck. You are not going to heard us!" Of course this idea was ridiculous. They didnt think. Most likely their ears are not working anymore. Maybe they got tore off by a bird and they cannot hear shit anymore. Either way the still pissed me off.
New York! I had managed to clear Long Island in a little over a year and have been trying to get things in order to help repopulate this area, but it has been slow going because of New York. Over 7,000,000.00 people in this area and I have the Atlantic Ocean and the East River to help keep them out, but New York on the main land is just too much sometimes. I frequently just flew over this area and tried less populated areas so I could feel like I was accomplishing something. After all dispatching a town like Marietta or Elkins I could get done in a week or 2, but New York just felt like a never ending fucking fight.
So I lean a little left and start my descent. It only takes me a couple seconds to reach their position. With a quick twitch of my wrist I speed up. Going over 200 MPH now I head right at the group. I will not take them all out, but I will get more this way than if I come in slow.
Fuckers ears are working fine. I am about 200 yards from them when a couple of them turn towards me. They see me flying in and as usual they kind of stand there staring for a second. They are not sure if I am food or not. They turn as a group in my direction and I run right through the middle of them. About 9 of them go flying in about 100 different directions. Hopefully there are no crawlers to deal with. I make a quick turn towards the sky and twist around so I am now facing the group. I slow down enough to make a hard landing breaking the concrete and they turn in my direction again. About 20 left and thankfully there are non left alive from the ones I slammed into.
I guess this time they do think food because they all come at me. They always do. I am not sure how many red and gold humans they come into contact with, but hell they may not even have eyes left. They may just be reacting to extinct which in their case is to move towards sound because there must be food there. I start walking towards them to make it quicker. I rear back with my right arm just as the first 2 reach me and slam my arm right at their heads. Both come off with ease and go flying hitting the ground about 40 feet away and coming to a rest about 50 feet away. Talk about a bitch slap! And this is the cool part. The others keep coming. I rear back my left hand and dispatch another 3 that way. I raise both arms over my head and bring both fists down on the next 2 in line and flatten them like pancakes on the hot pavement. They ooze brown/black sticky looking fluid all over the pavement. Unfortunately the next ones in line are a couple yards back or I could have come up with both arms sending a few of them flying. I step forward and grab one by the head. I squeeze and his head pops like a watermelon. Poor guy. He looked like he was probably a banker in his former life. His suit was in shreds and he was missing half his jaw. I looked at the 10 or so left in front of me and sighed. I started up my hand mounted photon beam and took aim. I fired and made a sweeping motion with my right arm disintegrating the remaining 9. I wish that thing didn’t take up so much energy or I could use it all the time. As it is I will have to wait another 10 minutes before it is charged enough to use again.
I hope I won’t need it.