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Season 1: Culling
Before
"I've never broken down before. I took pride in that. You win, you fight and you lose, that simple; no in between. I never looked down the road because there's nothing to see, zero visibility. I don't want to be who I am now, I want to be who I was. Before the pills. I never thought I was safe because when you're head is down, that's when you lose. Most guys run from confrontation because they never want the answer to the inevitable question. Am I one of the weak or am I one of the strong? Everyday is a fucking war. Someone trying to take something from me, you know? Challenge me. Dominate me. These motherfuckers don't know who you are! It's the consistency, the fucking fire in your heart. Who wants to be normal? No ones fucking normal. Don't be afraid of greatness. Bet on yourself. This is your fucking moment so take it, that's what I tell everyone. Its a rare privilege, so enjoy it. Because this is going to end. It'll fucking end Doc, it always does. Men like me don't take pills. Great men, we take chances. And I know…I know the highs are a little higher, the lows are a little lower, but I…I..I can cope with that, I have a handle of that, always do. But to coast right in the middle? Nah man. That's the death of me. No Bueno."
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Now
"Frank!....FRANK!!"
"What? What?! Lower your fucking voice!" Frank responded to the desperate teenager, a boy called DJ from the restaurant district. Urgently the kid ran towards the desk, pushing aside everything that covered the city map. He pushed his index finger down on a location, north of the police station they were taking refuge in – Houston Midwest Patrol Station.
"Right here! Like fifty, maybe sixty of them. It's a shit ton of them man and they're coming our way," the kid informed, his breathing distressed by the elevated pulse of his heart. He seemed cold, shivering in weather that was near-damn perfect. Frank cursed under his own breath, looking down at the map then out of the window to see if he could spot them. "How far out Jay?"
"I don't know man, twenty, maybe thirty," he responded, a look of indecisiveness just plastered on his face. The kid looked around wondrously over the map, eyes starting to water as if he was going to start crying. He was seventeen maybe eighteen years old, parents nowhere to be found and had just returned from a scouting mission. Acting, Frank took the boy by the collar and pushed him towards the wall, away from the doorframe of the office where the rest of the group could see. "Calm the fuck down!" Frank uttered between his teeth. "You're going to scare the shit out of all these people, so shut the fuck up and keep your voice down. Don't you fucking cry!"
Sniffing away the fear that crept, DJ shook his head in agreement. He looked out the doorway to see the rest of their group looking his way. Giving them a gentle minimalistic smile, he returned to the map. "Now think. Twenty? Thirty what? Miles, yards?"
"Miles. They're coming straight from downtown. I spotted them when I uhh….I uhh…when I found the store. It was empty though so we headed back quick. I don't even know if Tyler made it out, I didn't see him. We were supposed to meet at that pet place, but he never showed. I waited ten minutes!"
"You fucking left Tyler?! What the fuck were you thinking? Goddammit!" Frank scratched the back of his head, thinking about their next step as he walked around the table nervously. The horde was about twenty miles out, that gave them a fair amount of time before they came into view. They were completely out of water and were down to a pair of canned beans, so supplies were needed immediately. Waiting the horde out would ensure their survival – that is if all went well. If the horde stopped their forward motion and surrounded the department, getting supplies would be near damn impossible. The crew would die of dehydration or starvation – especially the older folk.
Speaking of the devil, "What's going on here? Is everyone okay?" Ms. Walker interrupted Frank's thought process by barging in the room with that smug look on her ragged face. The old woman was one of those Bridgeland money folks from Cypress – you know who I'm talking about. Anyhow, she stepped into the room disrespectfully, looking about the policeman's operation. Her pale skin lighting up the room.
"Ms. Walker, please, just…just go back, were okay," Frank stated, hand up near the elderly woman's chest. He tried to block her from entering the room any further, calling forth Father Walters to pull the leash around the damn woman's neck. The look she gave Frank as the priest pulled her away was surely the demon possessing her wicked soul. Her eyes seemed to go black, which frightened even the toughest of men. "Cunt," Frank whispered to himself as he returned to the map. He analyzed the situation again and knew he had to decide quickly before the dawn started to cast the day away. It was four forty-five post meridiem, but time ticked like blazes. "Alright, listen. You and I are going to find Tyler, clean up your fucking mess. If you fuck this up any more DJ, if you FUCK this up, I'll kill you. You hear? I'll fucking kill you! Once we walk out of this office you stay shut, keep those lips closed. They don't need to know." Frank shook off the raging heat that slithered up his spine, warmed up his jaw and shot out of the office, looking at the group he oversaw.
"Jay and I are going on a run. Were going to meet up with Tyler and come back with food and water. You all stay put, do NOT open this door for anyone but us. You already know the rules. Officer Autumn is in charge until we get back. Keep an eye out, but don't get seen. If someone tries to get in…you kill them."
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