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Road to Melancholy

Lyle: (He is driving with one hand and fully confident. Looks over to see Grant with Cindy in the back seat asleep. He pulls over once they all are in a town. He then gets out and grabs a bat that they have in the back of the car. Lyle is walking around the town looking for supplies. He notices a roamer walking down the street. With a note tagged to it. Lyle sneaks up to the roamer and bashes the head in from the side then looks at its back where the note was. It says "Melancholy Hill: Home of the Brave" with a map in an envelope. Lyle rips it off and reads the map. The place the map leads to is in Montana somewhere in the hills. Right now Lyle is on the west border on North Dakota. Lyle then puts the map away. And turns to go back to Grant and Cindy, who are still sleeping in the car)

it is about 11: 50 PM. Grant and Lyle and wearing hoodies and are hiding in a bush. They see Cindy walk outside the RV that her, her husband Harold, and Joseph live in.]

Grant: Looks like Cindy is outside waiting for the call. She's gonna be waiting by a tree. North of the RV, Joe is suppose to be asleep so I will meet with Cindy and you wait for Joe.

Lyle: That's a lot of info to remember but I guess that works. See you soon.

Grant: (Runs over to the tree where Cindy is and taps her shoulder)

Cindy: Hello? (Turns around to greet Grant) I'm ready to do this.

Grant: Ok, Lyle is in place and is ready to go. How do we get Joe away from your husband?

Cindy: Don't worry I get this. In the camp site there is a shed that was used to hold the lawn mowers and now it's filled with Walkers.

Grant: So a distraction?

Cindy: You got it. Just give me a minute to do so and when I come screaming bloody murder, then get Joe.

Back at the RV, Lyle is waiting. He hears a scuffle in the RV

Lyle: Oh shit...

Harold: CINDY!(wakes up and is looking around the RV for his wife)

Lyle: fuck... (Hides under the RV)

Harold: Joe get up! (Wakes up Joseph and carries him outside) CINDY!

Lyle: (Holds a hand to his mouth to not say anything)

Cindy: HAROLD! RUUUUN!!! (Comes running down the camp site with a herd following her) THEY'RE COMING!

Harold: CINDY! Our son! He won't wake up!

Cindy: What? Give me him you dumbass! (Feels Joe and shakes him a tiny bit) Wake up Joey! Please! (She sees the herd is still coming)

Harold: Take our son to safety! Go on! (Grabs an axe they keep next to the RV and starts to kill the walkers)

Grant: (Comes up behind Cindy and grabs her shoulder) C'mon we gotta go!

Harold: (Sees Grant touching Cindy and swings his axe at them)

Cindy: Noooooo! Harold what have you done! (Screams and she drops Joseph's body down and starts to tear up)

Harold: (Shocked at what he did backs up to see his sons head gone. He stands up and backs up in the heard as he makes eye contact with Cindy and mouthing the words "I love you")

Lyle is still under the RV, he gets out and starts to run to Grant and Cindy, he grabs the gas canisters first though

Lyle: I grabbed the gas guys!

Grant: SHUT UP! Just get us out of here! (Him and Cindy get in the back of the car)

Lyle: (Fills up the car with some gas and quickly gets in the drivers seat) Oh fuck...

Grant: What's wrong Lyle! (Angry and impatient)

Lyle: I can't drive!

Grant: (grabs Lyle's hand) Lyle you gotta be brave and get this show on the road we can talk more later. I need you to be calm...

Lyle: (Looks at Grant in the eyes) Ok I can try... (Starts the car)

The group makes their getaway in the car. Cindy is crying in the corner, Grant tries to be comforting but is unsuccessful. Grant then huddles in his own corner of the back seat. Lyle is shaking but getting more calm at the wheel.

11: 59 PM:

Harold: (Sitting at the foot of Joseph's bed) Hey kiddo, how you feeling?

Joseph: (He coughs a little) A little better dad...

Harold: (Looks at him and brushes his hair) I love you buddy... I'd hate for anything to happen to you.

Joseph: Can we go home yet? I miss my friends all in town...

Harold: (Tears up a little) Maybe when your older. There's monsters back there and dad is here to protect you from them.

Joseph: Dad I'm only 12, I think I can handle a few monsters (Punches the air making sound effects too) I'm super strong!

Harold: I know you are kid... (Smiles at him when suddenly Joe falls asleep) Hey what you wanna do tomorrow? (Shakes his arm) Joe?

The Deal

Grant: Wake up Lyle!

Lyle: Huh? What is it? (Just woke up)

Grant: it's smoke!

Lyle: And? It's probably the Vikes again...

Grant: We're so far away from them though. (Stops the car and parks it) Get packed. We're going on foot.

Lyle: We're out of gas now?! You know how inconvenient that is?

Grant: It's a thing though. So get up (pats his cheek)

Lyle: (sighs and grabs his back pack) What if these people aren't very friendly?

Grant: Then they're gonna get an ass whooping. Besides it wouldn't hurt to see if anyone wants to join us maybe.

Lyle: Your kidding.

Grant: What? (Chuckles)

Lyle: Am I? Lyle? Not enough company for the social butterfly that is Grant?

Grant: Your slathering the sarcasm kinda thick, don't ya think?

Lyle: Sorry I didn't know we were sensitive to sarcasm.

Grant: (gives Lyle the middle finger) Hold up, there's the site ahead!

Lyle and Grant walk up to the camp, they are greeted by a woman and her son.

Cindy: Hello?

Grant: Greetings! We are from a local group south of here, we had to escape them, for reasons that shall not be named! We just need some gas.

Cindy: Well welcome to our camp, I'm Cindy, and this is Joseph. My nephew. {Cindy has red hair and Joseph has red hair as well, Cindy is about 30 and Joe is only 12}

Joseph: Hello...

Lyle: Soooo, gas? We have stuff to trade!

Cindy: We have a few cans in the back but come back at night please.

Grant: Why?

Cindy: My husband... He's very protective and will kill and strangers on sight...

Lyle: I'm sure we can work something out now?

Cindy: I want to leave... And take Joe with me... Please leave and come back at night...

Long live the King

(Back at the Vikes camp, Snake sits in his truck/house smoking a cig and looking in the side mirror at himself)

Crow: (walks up to him, he seems like he's concerned) Snake...

Snake: What it it. Can't you see I don't wanna talk.

Crow: I see that but there's something on my mind...

Snake: What.

Crow: Are you sad? About Thor?

Snake: Fuck no. Guy was insane.

Crow: Are you sure? You've changed since the blockade..

Snake: Fuck off Crow! I'm fine can't you see!

Crow: You haven't smoked in 6 months. Something happened, whether you face it or not. I'm sad. Everyone is sad. Thor was everyone's friend. And he was yours too.

Snake: What kind of point are you trying to make?

Crow: I'm trying to say we're all human and yesterday proved that. We all have feelings.

Snake: Feelings are for the weak.

Crow: How about this, Kings may die and gods may remain. But we need a leader. Before some ass wipe becomes a shitty ass leader. And looks to be already a thing (looks to center of camp)

Zekro: I AM ZEKRO! KING OF THE VIKES!

Vikes (all): ALL HAIL THE KING!

Snake: (puts out cig and walks to the rest of the camp)

Zekro: HAIL THE KI-

Snake: (throws a spear made out of metal at ZEKRO, it impales him in the eye. Walks in front of everyone and pulls out spear) FUCK HIM. You pussies don't need some scrawny ass bitch to lead you. You need a fearless and killing machine! Someone who does this shit! (Grabs spear and licks off blood and stabs it back in the head) GODS WILL LIVE!

Confront the God

Thor: Oh man. You two really make it hard for me to trust you... (Pulls out pistol and shoots the air) Come. The. Fuck. Out. NOW! (Shoots again)

Grant: C'mon man we gotta face this... (Steps out of the car)

Lyle: (steps out too)

Snake: (standing behind Thor and sees Lyle and is instantly angry) PUSSHAIR!?

Lyle: What's up shiny!

Thor: Calm down children! We can work this out. Come closer you two.

Grant and Lyle: (walks closer to The Vikes)

Thor: Ah. Much better. Now we can negotiate. Grant, we'll let you go. But Lyle here needs to come with us.

Grant: Guys, let him come with me. I know what I'm doing!

Thor: Hm. Lyle? You wanna come home or go with this, diabolical bastard?

Grant: Don't say that Thor. I have not done anything bad to you guys!

Thor: You took Lyle without permission! He doesn't even know you.

Grant: Let him decide! Maybe he'll want to come with me!

Lyle: Uhhh... Um..

Thor: Ok fine! Lyle choose now!

Lyle: G-grant?

Grant: That's all I needed. (Pulls out pistol and points it at Thor)

Thor: Hey now! Put it down!

Grant: FUCK YOU!

Thor: What if I shoot first bitch!

Grant: You don't have any more bullets than your worth! Your confidence that the 2 shots in the air would be enough is pathetic. Luckily I saved this one for me.

Lyle: Grant? Put the gun down!

Grant: (pulls the trigger)

Snake: Thor!

Thor: M-mercy.... (The bullet hit his neck causing severe bleeding and his body fell knees first as he gave a small grin)

Grant: I hope I can die with a smile on my face. (Looking at the body, then turns and walks towards the car) Get in Lyle.

(As they get in the motorcycles move and the car blasts through the road passing the Vikes)

Lyle: I hope we can forget this Grant...

Grant: I don't...

Lyle: Are you ok?

Grant: No, and neither are you.

Lyle: I'm fine, I feel better than before I guess.

Grant: Nobody is alright anymore. I had to kill him either way. Even if it meant killing me in the process.

Lyle: But Grant, we're gonna lose our humanity...

Grant: The rest of the world already did. We have to not look for it Lyle, leave it where we left because this isn't a humane world anymore. Death rules us all.

Lyle: Can I tell you something?

Grant: I guess we can tell each other anything now.

Lyle: True, but I think your my best friend.

Grant: That means a lot dude. We're gonna make the long run kid.

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Ride

Lyle: Who the fuck are you! (Sits up and takes blindfold off)

?: Your savior dumbass. These crazy fucks are all about standing for a cause that doesn't even make sense. They want to make the world great again. There's no going back to the way it was. It was never great in the first place...

Lyle: Who cares? They have society and out there doesn't

?: (slams on the breaks) let me introduce myself. It's Grant. [He has long brown hair and grey eyes, kinda heavyset but still in good shape, wears tank tops a lot too]

Lyle: Nice to meet you, now take me back fuckface. (Scowls)

Grant: What language, do you kiss your close friends with that mouth?

Lyle: What? Don't you mean mother?

Grant: No.

Lyle: Why don't you say mother?

Grant: Do you still have a close mother or intact one?

Lyle: (silence)

Grant: Exactly (starts driving again)

{2 hours later}

Grant: Shit.

Lyle: what's wro- (the car hits a bump and a body flies over the car, blood smears on the back window)

Grant: We're gonna need to clean that later. Bloods hard to get off.

Lyle: Holy fuck dude! How are you so calm!?

Grant: (turns around to look at Lyle, still driving) It's my inner chi bitch. (Another body flies over the car) That's number two.

Lyle: (lays down for a nap to calm down when he hears another loud thump)

Grant: 3!

{2 more hours later}

Grant: 15! Fuck yeah!

Lyle: (wakes up from Grant) WHAT

Grant: Sorry did I wake baby?

Lyle: shut up dude. Why did you even help me.. I'm such a child for this stuff..

Grant: Your minds not poisoned with the false stories from the Vikes.

Lyle: will we see them again you think? Or better question, how has this car kept running?

Grant: Only our luck will let us know. And I filled along the way. (Squints ahead to see a line of motorcycles) fuuuucccckkkkkk...

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Sharp Objects

Lyle: (walks outside, The Vikes camp is an old worn down car dealership, many people just sleep in the cars and use parts of them for weapons or parts to build. Thor is talking to some others and has someone meet Lyle)

Crow: (tall really skinny man, mid 20's. Brown hair, blue eyes. Wears a lumberjack flannel shirt with cargo pants) Sup kid, names Frank but call me Crow! I'm the scout around here and I'll be helping you out a little. Thor has assigned me to help you get ready for what's to come. So follow me to where we train.

Lyle (follows close behind and watches people scraping cars to make new weapons and add on to their own) what is this place?

Crow: The workshop kid! You can make anything you could possibly want. So what kind of weapons you like?

Lyle: Um.. Sharp ones?

Crow: Got anything specific? Like I use these (pulls out a glove with metal sticking out of it, it looks like talons) That's why they call me crow!

Lyle: Do you have any like... Blades for, decapitation?

Crow: Something like a scythe? That's creative...

Lyle: yeah...

Crow: I can tell you're gonna be great at this job. Come back tomorrow and we'll get one. For now pick a car you like and claim it and sleep in for the night.

Lyle: Thanks Crow.. (Walks around and finds a silver car that's a minivan and gets it all set up for the night. It's now about 10pm and Lyle is sitting in the car thinking he starts to doze off when he hears the car start and someone shush and blindfold him)

Home

Lyle: (wakes up and picks up the brick and opens the front door, the light practically blinds him as he walks out) Who the hell are the Vikes... What a stupid name.. (He looks up to see a man by a motorcycle, he's tall and is wearing a leather jacket with the collar popper up, plus blue jeans and a shaved head, cleanly shaved)

Snake: Hey kid, Snakes here to take the old weeper. You got him in there? He's been stabbed in the stomach by the boss and ran. We gave him 30 minutes to run but we found him so he's gotta play by the rules.

Lyle: You're so sick you know that? He's a human being and doesn't deserve to be-- (before Lyle could say anymore he got left hooked in the face an was knocked out cold)

Snake: (In some sort of chamber with Krupich and Lyle tied up there is pipes everywhere and two other guys behind snake with various weapons) Hey fuck head! (Grabs Krupich's neck) Play by the rules next time! (Snake pulls out a jagged knife and rips into Krupich's neck with no effort except or some extra pushing needed because of the dull blade)

Lyle: (opens his eyes just to see the blood get all over his clothes and his head fall into his lap barely holding on to the neck still) WHAT THE FU- (Snake grabs Lyle's neck, his hand is still full of blood from Krupich)

Snake: Shut the fuck up kid! I'll slit your throat too!

Lyle: you didn't slit his throat! You mangled it!

Snake: Listen here, um... Let's see, Pusshair. Your gonna meet Boss and then we'll see what to do with you. For now you'll play nice? Aight?

Lyle: Fuck off shiny. (Spits at him)

Snake: listen here you little-

Thor: Hey Snake.

Snake: oh sorry boss...

Thor: (kneels down at Lyle) you got spunk kid. I like that one, shiny. (Turns to Snake) Hey can you give us some room shiny? (Laughs) Oh man, well I'm sorry about your new.. Friend.. (Looks down at the head in Lyle's lap) He was a traitor to our family. I'm willing to offer you a choice. You seem like you don't have much family. How would you like to join ours?

Lyle: I don't kill...

Thor: Oh! Neither do we! Snake just had a get out of jail free card. You see, Krupich was what we here call a diabolical bastard! (Laughs more) We gave no fucks about him! To be honest if you were with him longer he would have killed you!

Lyle: Oh... He didn't seem like that type...

Thor: He was. Now what's your name kid? C'mon tell Ol' Thor now. (Smiles)

Lyle: Lyle...

Thor: Nice to meet you Lyle welcome home! (Holds out his hand for a shake)

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Stranger

Lyle: (Lyle is 20 year old who recently went through some shit, has silver hair and brown eyes that sometimes look red. He's a little skinny. Not very tough. If he were too choose a weapon of killing it'd be a melee weapon of some sort. He sitting down inside a small house, there is a recliner and a couch as well as a coffee table in the living room. Next to the room is the kitchen it only has a fridge and a stove as well as a small sink plus some cupboards, the doors and windows are shut. It's about midnight) I guess this is the life. I'm forced to stay here... My life's over... Dads dead. Moms dead. Jacob is dead. It's just me now. I have to do this on my own now...

Person: HELP!!!

Lyle: (sits up) Oh god... I'm not made for this kind of stuff. (Looks out window to see a man running away from some walkers, he seems injured)

Person: HELP SOMEONE!!!

Lyle: (opens door) In here quick! (The man runs in and Lyle shuts the door behind him) Are you alright? (The man seems to be in his 40's, he has a black trench coat on and old worn out boots, brown hair that goes down pretty far. And lots of scruff from not shaving. He's in pretty bad shape)

Person: Thank you so much kid! I would have been dead out there... Actually I still kinda am (moves his hand from his side to reveal a wound in his stomach)

Lyle: (shocked) Oh god! What happened!

Person: I got.. Stabbed by them...

Lyle: (lays him out on a couch) I'm not sure if we have any bandages sir... I'm so sorry..

Person: Don't call me sir kid. It's not the civilized world we live in now. The names Krupich... All I have to tell you is that you gotta watch your back now. I don't know a whole lot about you. But it took some guts to trust a middle aged man like me into your home...

Lyle: I questioned at first myself, Krupich, I'll admit... But I still feel we have still have a chance left. Maybe?

Krupich: Well however you explain yourself just know that they'll be watching you from know on. (As he closes his eyes a brick flies through the window)

Lyle: Oh shit! (Dodges it and looks at the brick, on the back is a note) "Bring us the man with the wound, we have unfinished business with him" signed... The Vikes? (Looks at Krupich) What the hell have you done to deserve this shit man...

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