You can call me Moon, Dupe, Dupervisor, MD, or just Moon Dupervisor (but that feels a little formal)
Pronouns He/They
I’m in my mid-20s surrounded by younger people at my job, so I often feel quite “unc” and “cooked”
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I haven’t been on tumblr since like 2018, so the whole layout of the website now feels foreign yet familiar. I hate the algorithmic engine of instagram.
I suppose I’ll introduce my intellectual interests, then fandoms, then other stats.
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My day job is in linguistics, specifically Chinese, and it’s consumed me for the last year. However, when my brain has some space to breathe, I love…
Creative writing
Sketching
Fitness/the gym
Zines
Psychology
History
Reading
Fandoms
The Walking Dead (favorite character Rick, total Negan hater)
Better Call Saul
Invincible
Marvel
Project Hail Mary
Pluribus
Minecraft
Other info
Minors DNI… that’s like… stranger danger. Go away guys.
Languages I’m fluent: English 🇺🇸 (native speaker), Chinese 🇨🇳 (HSK 7ish)
I know some: Spanish 🇲🇽
Want to learn fully: Spanish 🇲🇽, German 🇩🇪, Portuguese 🇧🇷, Russian 🇷🇺
Intermediate weightlifter: joined the 1,000 lb club recently (285 bench press, 385 deadlift, 365 back squat)
This story is in a world where The Walking Dead and Breaking Bad are in the same universe.
Main characters: Jimmy McGill, Kim Wexler, Jesse Pinkman
Timeline wise, there is a continuity error that I would like to address: the final events of the Breaking Bas universe (Saul’s confession and prison sentence, Kim’s confession and life in Florida, Jesse escaping to Alaska) take place around December 2010; while the wildfire virus in TWD breaks out in August/september 2010. In this fic, the events of Breaking Bad all take place six months earlier. So Jimmy is in prison, Kim is in Florida, and Jesse is in Alaska when the virus breaks out.
This is my first fic and it’s just something I’m doing for fun in my spare time. The writing won’t be perfect, I just hope I have a good story to tell that somebody can enjoy.
Thank you for reading,
MD
Jimmy McGill - August 29, 2010
JIMMY has settled into his new life at ADX Montorose, he had a single cell in the delta unit, for general population. This prison holds some of the worst prisoners in America including Ted Kazinski, Timothy McVeigh, El Chapo, Rami Yousef, and Robert Hanssen. Luckily for him the worst of the worst were confined to either “bombers row” or solitary. Luck is relative though; most inmates at Montorose are at “the Alcatraz of the Rockies” for attempted murder or the real thing.
Last month was Kim’s last visit, and he’s been desperately waiting to hear anything from her since.
Though to keep himself occupied, Jimmy has been working at the bakery almost daily and reading what he can from the library. He made solid rapport with other less violent inmates and guards. Most of the inmates respect him for his legendary status as Saul Goodman, or consider him an irrelevant old-timer and ignore him.
In the prison library, after returning his copy of Don Quixote, he hears ugly heavy hacking and coughing behind him. Jimmy was about to tell him to make sure he covers his mouth, but he turns around and sees that it’s Big Tommy, one of the more unpredictable inmates who got transferred to Montorose for attempting to kill a guard at the last place. Jimmy shuts up and keeps his head down.
News of the virus and martial law in major cities, the police shootings, and the rumors of cannibalism shot through the prison. That was of course before the guards shut off the news. People have been on edge these last few days.
Jimmy was searching the shelves for something good when-
“Get the fuck off me!” Tommy Shouts as he swings at a guard. Another guard hustles in and they drag him down the hallway.
Jimmy hears some distant radio chatter. He and another inmate eye eachother nervously. Then, over the PA, an announcement for everyone to return to their cells immediately. I guess I won’t have anything to read tonight, Jimmy thinks.
The cells at Montorose are individual: 7 feet wide and 12 feet long, a concrete bed lies in the back corner, then a concrete desk jutting out from the wall, and a metal toilet/sink setup next to the bars.
Jimmy feels a pit in his stomach as he returns back to his cell. All the inmates are shouting for an explanation. Dinner chow was supposed to be right now but Jimmy’s too nervous to be hungry. People are pissed. There’s less guards than normal but they’re noticeably more aggressive. From across the cell bay Jimmy sees a guard pull his rifle on an inmate. He can’t hear the argument over all the other shouting. Though after about an hour, everyone wore themselves out. Max security must’ve gotten everyone else in trouble and we’ll get food in the morning, Jimmy thinks.
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A loud boom wakes Jimmy up. He groans as he rises from what barley passes for a bed. It’s dark and he leans his watch in the moonlight from his small window to check the time. It’s a little after 11. Then the generator lights kick on, dim with an orange tinge.
“What’s going on?!” Someone shouts. Then they hear the faint popping in the distance.
“Shooting! Shots fired!” Another shouts. Then another chorus yelling rises up again.
Then, with a boom, the door to their cell bay swings open and 3 armed guards stomp through, rifles up. One guard stops at the first cell in the row. Jimmy strains himself against the bars of his cell door to see what’s happening. He can’t hear anything but the sees the prisoner argue with the guard, guard aims his rifle at the prisoner with deadly intent and shouts back but Jimmy can’t make it out. Then the prisoner takes off his shirt and flips off the guard, then pulls down his pants and mechanically shows his frontside and backside. The guard moves on to the next cell. The other two guards must be on my side of the bay. But why are they doing strip checks?
Then a fourth guard enters the room. His rifle slung over his shoulder and he’s swaying and stumbling side to side. Is he drunk?
BOOM. A heavy caliber gunshot rings through the room.
Instinctively Jimmy rushes to the back of his cell. Then he scrambles down under the concrete slab of a bed and cowers in the fetal position hyperventilating.
Then he hears the screaming. Not the righteous berating of angry men, but the desperate shrieks of someone in great pain.
Jimmy whimpers nonsense to himself. I need a weapon, he thinks. No, that’s ridiculous, I have nothing! That’s the whole point of this place. He balls his hands into fists and imagines a confrontation “Augh! Who am I kidding?” He mutters to himself. His hands cover his face.
BOOM. BOOM. PAPAPAP. PAPAPAP. Gunshots fill the room. Then they stop.
Jimmy hears a different kind of commotion. One of confusion and dismay. He hears a click, at his cell door. He peers out from under the bed and sees one of the younger guards. Face beading with sweat and clearly scared. “Get out! Save yourself!” The guard says. Jimmy sees inmates running behind him. Some of the inmates have guns.
Jimmy can’t even process what just happened before the guard is off to the next cell. He considers leaving, then hears some more distant gunshots and cowers back under the bed.
This is all gonna be over by morning. This is just some crazy escape attempt. But… guards being in on it? It’s happened before at other places. Don’t think about it. Keep your head down and don’t get involved.
“Eighty seven years… but with good behavior, who knows?”
Kim is gonna be worried sick. I can’t give her more reason to worry.
“Imma grab Saul!” Jimmy hears, and he peeks out from his hands again to see Zheng. One of his friends in the bakery.
“Come on!” Zheng urges him, “Get up!”
“I- I can’t” Jimmy mutters.
Zheng swiftly drags Jimmy by the collar and looks him in the face. “If you don’t leave now you never will!” Zheng is strong and in his 30s. He killed his boyfriend’s parents when he was 22, but little did he know his boyfriend's dad was a Senator.
“No! Jimmy shouts desperately. “I’m not a part of whatever stupid prison break escapade you have going on. I know how these work, and they don’t!”
“You don’t understand.” Zheng says, then drags the pleading Jimmy into the hallway, “I’m saving your life.”
About 10 bodies lay on the red soaked floor. Guards and prisoners. Some other prisoners are rummaging around. Two are stealing from the body of a guard. And… then Jimmy sees it.
A guard is eating a prisoner. He sees one of the more professional guards, Smith-Arnold, kneeling over Fat Jordan, digging into his sternum. And pulling out a bloody chunk of an organ.
Jimmy dry heaves and Zheng pulls him up. “What is happening?” He mutters.
“That virus in the news,” Zheng says grimly, “looks like it came here.”
“Zheng! What’re ya doing with ‘Better Call Saul’? He’s dead weight. Let’s go!”
“Follow me if you want to live,” Zheng says in Jimmy’s ear.
Zheng follows the ringleader, Montana, down through the corridors of the prison, and Jimmy follows Zheng, along with about seven others from their bay. Montana has a guards’ rifle, and some other prisoners have armed themselves but Jimmy hardly notices.
The lights flicker. The hallway is dark. They see one of the doors to the yard. “Who has the keys?” Montana yells.
“I do!” A balding white prisoner tosses the key ring to Montana, and Montana opens the door. A cool nighttime breeze flows through the hallway, helping with Jimmy’s nausea. The emergency lights illuminate the whole yard.
“Nobody move,” Montana says. He eyes the outside suspiciously, “they could have guards waiting to pop us.”
Everyone gets quiet. From behind them a growl echoes through the flickering hallway. Jimmy turns back and sees the silhouette of a prisoner stumbling toward them.
“I think it’s a sick one!” Dallas Devon shouts and he raises the pistol he took from the guard and shoots. BAM. BAM. BAM.
The prisoner falls on his back, then props himself up and keeps walking toward them. Everyone panics and runs outside.
KRAKOW. The balding white guy running next to Jimmy falls with a scream. Jimmy sees the younger guys - Montana, Zheng, and Gonzalez - sprint ahead of him.
Jimmy’s lungs ache and burn. He can’t run very far, or fast.
KRAKOW. Montana is hit and Zheng picks up his rifle and shoots at the guard tower. He hits the guard. “Get the door!” Zheng shouts.
Jimmy turns around and behind him, four flesh eaters stumble out from their cell block. Two guys rush in to close the door. One is tackled by a flesh eater. The other slams it shut and is surrounded and they take him down.
Zheng fires randomly at the commotion and then with a lucky headshot one of the flesh eaters slumps over. “We need to get to the woods! Everyone get to the far end fence.”
Everything from there was a blur. They climbed fence after fence, Zheng shot some more flesh eaters, two more in their group died, and when the sun finally rose, they rested at a quiet creek in the mountainside.
tried to work toward a solid formula to calculate the perimeter of an oval, which we apparently haven’t done yet (we can only very closely approximate with some overly hefty functions)
my feet hurt so bad
i miss my husbwife
my back kinda hurts too
i want more friends
i wish i wasn’t like ugly and cis-coded idk
i might get a yummy meal in a minute :D
i am officially like 48 hours or whatever without sleep and somehow i feel better than earlier?
i wish i had horns and fangs and fur and a little beer gut man bears are so cool
is an emoji now
i miss my wifesband
well at least my sweater fucks
thank you for the continued support so i can continue making high quality content like this
"We make poison for people who don't care" he was included in that. Jesse was including himself in the "people who don't care." He knows full well how he's killing himself and he doesn't care. They make poison for people who don't care, and he's addicted to their product.
