December 31, 2011

Safe Haven - Let Me Tell You About My Day

[...Posted by Ted H]

2011 ends...I have nothing profound to say. 2012 starts tomorrow and I'm prolly gonna start the year out with something a little different besides a constant stream of Safe Haven...I still have a lot of backlogged entries, but I'll change things up for my sake. My little December break is over and I'm itchin to write some new stuff, including the final Our Town 2 act and some more elaboration on my anti-LotD run.
I resolve to write more next problem...other authors? Who knows... See you on the other side and happy apocalypse!


[Safe Haven - Let Me Tell You About My Day]

Kate descended the rock slope into the basement of a collapsing building. From there she entered a hallway and forced open a door into another room. She was home. It wasn’t quite safe, and it was far from illustrious, but it was far enough away from the rest of the world for her to find some much needed solitude.

“Amber? I’m home!” she called out as she fished out a lighter and lit an oil lantern, illuminating the entire room. She wasn’t expecting Amber to answer her back, what with Amber being dead and all. Amber sat in the far corner with her head back and a bullet hole between the eyes. She was long dead, skin discoloration and decomposition had taken most of her features, one eye had rolled back into her skull and much of her hair had fallen off. She was frozen in a slack jawed, open eyed expression that made it look like she had the utmost interest in whatever someone was saying to her.

No sane person would ever live with such a sight, but Kate could never make herself part with her old friend. Everyone else she knew was either dead, John or Laura. There was also Patrick, but the two of them had a falling out and Kate never felt the need to reconcile. Amber died shortly after they had arrived in Safe Haven, managing to hide her infection from the ResEs. When she died for good, Kate didn’t know quite how to deal with removing the body, and when all her other friends were done either dying or hating her, she realized that she couldn’t bear to part with Amber.

The room was seldom entered anymore, Kate had since set up a different room in the basement to sleep in since this one tended to flood whenever it rained. The purpose of “Amber’s room”, besides secretly containing its one resident, was it was a good place to hide anything illegal, especially when Jezus stopped by. She didn’t need Jezus seeing any weapons or alcohol or bodies.

“Just here to grab a quick drink,” Kate said to the corpse as she went to the back of the room and relocated some rocks, granting her access to a stash of glass bottles, all but one of which were empty. “Hmm, not much left,” she said as she eyed the clear liquor, not sure what it was once. She downed it in several gulps, noting to herself very bitterly that it was pure vodka, then tossed the empty bottle with the others before adding her gun and John’s map to the stash. Then she replaced the rocks and made for the exit.

“Remind me to tell you about the day I had today,” she said as she slipped back out of the room, leaving Amber in darkness once again. She then made for the end of the hall where her current room was and entered. She killed the light and laid down on her bed, which was just a mattress on top of a couple pieces of particleboard propped off the ground by cinderblocks. She wrapped a thin blanket around herself and thought again about what had happened that day. She hoped John had gotten away, but she also needed to be ready to carry on without him.

She stayed awake as long as she could, hoping Jezus would show up and at least give her day a happy ending, but she eventually slipped into sleep. Kate would dream that night, and unfortunately for her, her dreams always turned into the same nightmare.


“If I don’t get my beauty sleep, Imma murder someone,” Nick said as he threw open the door and dropped all his weapons and equipment onto the floor as made for the couch. “Long day?” Brad asked from a corner of the room next to an open window, blunt in hand. “Lemme hit that!” Nick said as he stumbled over and took the blunt from Brad before he could even answer.

Kyle was tired, but he decided to indulge Brad in some conversation. Nick walked away with the blunt as he retrieved a beer for himself. “Thought you were tired?” Brad asked as Nick ignored him and proceeded to chug. “Why are you pantsless?” Kyle asked when he realized Brad was only sporting heart-patterned boxers below the waist. “I don’t kiss and tell,” Brad said with a smile “Just understand this: chicks dig the eye patch.”

Nick tossed Brad back the blunt, noticeably smaller than before as he made a strait path for the couch before collapsing onto it. The apartment style living quarters for the ResEs only had two small bedrooms each. The trio had drawn straws and Nick lost, meaning he didn’t get his own bed, but no one ever sat on the couch with him around, mainly because of the numerous and varied styles of stains.

“Some nut shot at us today,” Kyle said as he pulled a chair over and walked over to get a couple beers. “Rogues don’t like you,” Brad said as Kyle handed him a beer. “Wasn’t a Rogue,” Kyle said as he sat down “Civilian with a dead ResE’s rifle.”

“What’s the world coming to when just any nut can run around with a gun.”

“Very funny.”

“Actually I heard about that earlier. You guys chased him into a whore house?”

“Yeah…unless there were two civis running around with guns today.”

“Must have been nice.”

“Not really, no one got a good look at him and he gave us the slip.”

“Are you serious? You guys really suck.”

“Fuck you, cyclops. We rounded up everyone inside and none of them looked familiar.”

“Shit. At least you got a bunch of impromptu tit, right?”

“None, fully clothed the lot of them.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“They knew we were making the rounds and dressed beforehand.”


“Only nude was some fat loser with a tiny cock.”

“Bwaha! Only you guy could walk into a whore house and only find cock.”

“How bout I shoot out that other eye of yours?”

“So why was the naked guy naked? You not want to let him dress?”

“He was so scared he couldn’t find his pants fast enough. It was the last room we checked and I was impatient.”

“That means he was the guy you were looking for.”


“Guy runs into a whore house, strips anything incriminating off his body and runs to the farthest away room he can find? Definitely.”

“Alright, Sherlock, whatever you say.”

“And if his cock was as tiny as you say, then he wasn’t there for sex, that’s for sure.”


“Seriously dude, hear me out. A cock as small as you say knows better than to embarrass himself in front of a grown ass woman, though I’m only assuming he was with a woman, please don’t correct me if I’m wrong. But if he were, say, running away for his life and needed to blend in in a hurry, he may not have had enough time to get his “engines” fired up.”

“I stopped caring about this conversation when you said “cock”.”

“Well-wait, which time when I said “cock”?”

“Dunno, but clearly it’s all you talked about.”

“Ha ha, I’m only helping you do your job better, fuck-nut.”

“I’d appreciate help beyond wild speculation.”

“What are you doing to catch this guy?”

“Naked man or the real culprit?”

“Seriously. What are you gonna do?”

“I really don’t wanna do anything about it. All I plan on is interviewing all the people who were there again. We got their numbers. Not much hope in that plan though, so when it fizzles out, I can go back to doing nothing.”

“Why do anything?”

“Cuz The General is leaning down hard for someone to do something about it. Figure I’ll do it until he loses interest and drop it first chance I get.”

“You’re a man of action when it comes to not acting.”

“I do my best.”

“You got the naked dude’s number?”

“I don’t like how you worded that, but yeah, he’s on the list of people I need to find again.”

“Start with him, and maybe he won’t get away twice.”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.”

“Don’t you wanna hear details about my day?”

“Not particularly,” Kyle said as he got up and tossed his empty beer can into a corner. “Well while you two were looking at cocks, I was having sex!” Brad called as Kyle ignored him and went to his room. “Nick, do you wanna hear details?” Brad asked as Nick turned over on the couch. “While I’m glad you finally lost your virginity, if you wake me up again, I’ll fucking kill you,” he said then turned back over. “You guys suck,” Brad said as he started to roll himself another blunt.

December 25, 2011

Safe Haven - CSI: Safe Haven

[...Posted by Ted H]

Oh boy...Another sequence involving the Doctor...he Is based off a real creep I knew...Last post of 2011? Prolly not...


[Safe Haven - CSI: Safe Haven]

Jezus knew Juan was dead, but at least now he could confirm it, and finally quiet everyone around him saying there might be a chance he was still alive. Kendall had found him, at the bottom of a staircase in the basement of an office building. From the looks of the body, it seemed like he fell down the stairs and was later looted of his weapons, the day old hole in his throat told a different story however.

“Rogue?” Jezus asked to Kendall, who was knelt down examining Juan’s body. “No,” he finally said “Or at least not the one we saw. This was probably something else.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re the one last night who talked about them having a rendezvous point, this place is nowhere near that point. You’re gonna tell me another one of them happened to be over here at the same time they’re suppose to be elsewhere? And that Juan happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?”

“And you’re assuming he died around the same time cuz that’s when he stopped answering his radio.”

“Yeah. Takes about as long to get here from our starting point as it took the Rogue to get to where we got.”

“Maybe our mystery runner did it, then.”

“Then why was he here today? He didn’t kill Juan. Someone else did.”

“The girl?”

“As good a guess as any.”

“You think her and the runner are related in all this?”

“That would be asking a little much. Guy was probably a scavenger who stumbled onto the body, shot the radio when he knew we were looking and took off when I apparently got too close.”

“So who should we go after?”

“Let RC handle the runner. He seems to have a plan that I’m not privy to anyway. Not much I can do to help until we recover that rifle anyway.”

“So we’re back on the girl?”

“So it seems.”

“What’s the plan?”

“The plan is we call in someone else to deal Juan, get some rest, then worry about the girl starting tomorrow.”

“That should give me enough time to think up a new name for myself.”

Kendall called in the body and they waited until a few more ResEs arrived with a gurney. There they loaded the body up and walked it all the way back to the Hub where The Doctor was waiting for them. “So you did find him,” he said while licking his lips “Very good.” From there they brought the body down into the lower level of the Hub where all postmortem work is done.

“We’ll just be going,” Kendall said as all the ResEs started walking away. “Oh but, you can’t leave him,” The Doctor said as he grabbed Jezus’ shoulder “He’s your partner after all.” Jezus brushed the hand away and said “Got a new partner.” Jezus used his free hand to motion over to Kendall. “Oh but I insist,” The Doctor said as he reached for a nearby phone and requested connection to The General.

“Guy gives me the creeps,” Jezus said under his breath to Kendall. “Better you than me,” he said as he peeked into the next room where the body was. Above the door, written on a piece of tape was “Autopsy / Crematorium” since burials were not allowed for any reason due to a fear of the dead and the lack of space Safe Haven already suffered from. Dumping bodies outside the walls was once considered, but nobody liked the idea of giving the undead outside any free meals or incentive to stick around.

“Wonderful,” The Doctor said as he hung up the phone “Your new partner has the night off, Generals orders. That should free you up to assist me with the procedures for your old partner.” He then motioned Jezus to join him as he entered the next room. “Great,” Jezus said through his teeth as he looked over to Kendall as he was leaving. “How come you didn’t have to endure this when your partner died?” he asked. “Cuz when Will died,” Kendall explained “I took off after the Rogue and never saw him again. Someone else brought his body in. You unfortunately were dumb enough to waltz right in with the body.” Kendall waved goodbye as he left. “See ya tomorrow, partner,” he said as the door closed behind him.

Jezus dragged his feet as he entered the next room to find The Doctor already stripping his dead partner. Enforcer equipment didn’t grow on trees, and a dead ResE’s equipment is immediately taken and given to others (assuming it was still in desirable condition) so what The Doctor was doing was in no way out of line, but Jezus figured he didn’t have to look so happy about stripping down a dead man.

“First we must determine cause of death,” The Doctor said as he started examining Juan’s corpse. “Dude?” Jezus said as he pointed to Juan’s throat “Pretty sure that’s fatal.” The Doctor shook his head, dismissing Jezus’ statement and continued to grope about. “We need to be sure it couldn’t be anything else,” he said “Like these multiple abrasions, and I think the collar bone may have been fractured. Something else could have been in play. The gunshot may have come after.”

Jezus sighed loudly before pointing to the throat again. “He fell down a staircase but survived,” he said “We know he lived because the body wasn’t just lying at the bottom but it had been moving. Blood splatter around the area indicated he was shot while he was ALIVE and bled to death. Case Closed. There may never be any CSI: Safe Haven, but I’m pretty sure Kendall knew his shit when he explained things earlier. Examining the body does not help us determine who killed him, which is the only mystery.”

The Doctor stared at Jezus for a moment before looking back down at the body. “Help me flip him over so I may check the back side,” he said, completely ignoring everything Jezus just said. Jezus knew better than to argue anymore. The Doctor may be a perverted, old, godless idiot, but he was one of the Three Kings, and rumor had it there was something more than just business between him and The President. He silently helped The Doctor flip Juan’s body over and protested no further as The Doctor did little more than feel up a corpse. No incisions were made during the “autopsy” and no attention was paid to the throat.

When all was said and done, Jezus loaded Juan’s body onto a tray leading to the incinerator. “Sorry, partner,” he said as he closed up and watched as fire did away with Juan. “Alright then,” The Doctor said with a smile on his face. “You and your current partner will be required to meet separately in my office bright and early tomorrow morning.” Jezus stared for a moment before just nodding and walking off. He didn’t know what the hell The Doctor wanted now, but he figured that after his little outburst already, he could ill afford to argue anymore.

Juan was in a better place now, at least better than he was right before the incinerator. Jezus headed back to his room, wanting nothing more than to put the last couple hours behind himself. He made a note to make a pact with Kendall about what to do in the event of either ones death.

December 19, 2011

Safe Haven - How the Hell Do They Eat?

[...Posted by Ted H]

Fuck you, I'm not a little some more...we also have a new author...whether or not this one posts something remains to be seen, but I got a good feeling bout this one

...Yeah, this update should answer some foodage questions Ive recieved...
Plus some more fun insight as to what makes a certain bastard tick...


[Safe Haven - How the Hell Do They Eat?]

“Access authorized,” the guard said as he opened the door for Joseph. The entire north face of Safe Haven was set up for food growth and processing, nicknamed Noah Sector, it was the only place to find animals in the city except for the rats. Cows, pigs, chickens and the like were kept here as well as several plots of farmland, rotated regularly of coarse. Second only to the maintaining of the walls, this was Josephs main concern in Safe Haven. People need feeding, a service that was freely given as well as all the amenities the city provided such as safety (both from the undead and within the walls) and health service.

These services were indeed free, but only at face value. Any and all of these can be taken away at the whim of Joseph or either of the other Kings. There was security in those facts, that the citizens will always step out of line from time to time, but they would never cross a certain line knowing what the repercussions would be. No food? No protection if the undead got in? No medical care? There are certain things the citizens have proven to be able to do without, but those three were vital needs, and vital needs that only the Kings could offer.

Of coarse food wasn’t Joseph’s only duty. He was the only one of the Kings to trouble himself with multiple duties. Thomas was of sound mind, and could easily handle the Enforcers, but that was all. Chase was a brilliant doctor, but that was all he was good at. Joseph on the other hand was building a career in politics when the world ended, and he applied his skills to his new city. He ran the day to day operations in the city, which included food, maintenance, schooling and keeping the citizens accounted for. He was every bit deserving of his faux title as “The President” as Thomas and Chase were of their “General” and “Doctor” titles.

Every month Joseph would take a walking tour of the Noah Sector to ensure everything was in top shape. In the early days of Safe Haven, the citizens made due with provisions that were acquired from markets and raided from farms. It was realizes from the very beginning that that food would never last and Safe Haven would never survive if it couldn’t produce its own food. So before Safe Haven even opened its doors, the north section was walled off and reserved for food production that started not long after the last bus load of people entered.

Noah Sector was not connected to the Hub, meaning if Joseph was to ever visit, he had to venture outside into the city. He had his own set of armed Enforcers to protect him and he would only travel after curfew, when all the common citizens were away and unable to ever cross his path. He saw himself as a great leader for humanity, but for now the masses were unworthy of his leadership and it only takes one crazy with a weapon to ruin the future of humanity.

The people of Safe Haven had come a long way to becoming like the civilization Joseph imagined, but there was still some progress to make. Despite the best efforts of the Enforcers, drugs and alcohol persisted still. People still smoked and weapons keep finding their way into the hands of people all too willing to use them on authority figures, leading Joseph to fears of just one psycho running out and gunning him down in some defiant manner.

Such an event almost happened in the early days of Safe Haven. Joseph was overseeing a lockdown procedure for the main gate when a crazed man approached him and pulled a gun, demanding to be released. Joseph remembers trying to reason with him, that he was better off dropping the gun and remaining safe inside the city. The man was having none of that and continued to threaten Joseph with his pistol. The Enforcers never could get a shot off without risking Joseph’s life, so he ordered the gates opened so the crazed man could exit and die of his own volition.

After that event, Joseph made sure there were at least five fully armed Enforcers with him at all times when he travels through the city. While it would be infinitely safer for him to just remain inside the Hub at all times, Joseph felt it necessary for the people of Safe Haven to know their leader isn’t going to be deterred from running the city in person when need be, even if they are never allowed to approach him. Most ResEs are even barred from approaching Joseph unless explicitly allowed.

The only people allowed to be near Joseph with regularity are the other two Kings and his personal entourage of ResEs, and the entourage changes every so often at his discretion. Chase had told him before that he was paranoid, but Joseph knew better. He knew that Chase could not comprehend just how important Joseph was, how much a target he had become to any anarchic individuals. One errant fool with a gun, that’s all it would take for the perfect future for humanity to come crashing down.

December 11, 2011

Safe Haven - Saved By The Lube

[...Posted by Ted H]

Finally put Saints Row 3 down only to pick Mass Effect back up and play the shit out of that..."Our Town 2" may take a's more Safe Haven...


[Safe Haven - Saved By The Lube]

Nick and Kyle had finished rounding up all of the people in the brothel. It was a tight fit for all those people, so they sent some of the women upstairs since it was a man they were looking for anyway. Some of the more scantily dressed women were told to stay however at the request of Jezus.

“Anyone?” Kyle asked aloud “Anyone seen the man we’re looking for?” Kyle never got a good look at the guy when he was getting shot at, all he knew was the back of his head and his clothes. “All the skinny men sit down on the ground,” he instructed as the low number of men to choose from grew smaller. Either the guy he’s looking for was in this crowd, or someone had to have seen him.

“Stop protecting him,” Kyle said “Fat mother fucker, red shirt, just got done shooting at ResEs. Now we’re gonna start shooting people of our own if someone don’t step forward. “Back alley,” someone in the crowd mumbled. “Yeah yeah,” Kyle said “How convenient it would be for us to run out of here when he could have just as easily hidden here. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“I don’t see him,” Jezus said as Nick shrugged and said “Yeah, I‘m not seeing no white boy fro either.” There were only about six overweight people in the room and none of them quite fit the description. “Fuck,” Kyle said as he shouldered his weapon “And NO ONE saw ANYTHING?” he shouted. “I’m gonna shoot something,” he said as Nick threw his arm around him. “Whatever man,” he said “Let’s wrap up and get a beer.” Kyle looked each of the standing men in the eyes. “Get their numbers,” he said to Nick. “Already on it,” Jezus said as he walked over with a pen and paper. Every citizen of Safe Haven had a five digit number tattooed on their right hand. It was originally implemented to keep track of everyone, and to ensure anyone kicked out wouldn’t be able to just sneak back in.

“We’ll be in touch,” Jezus said after he took down the number of every person, man, woman, skinny or fat. “Dismissed,” Kyle said as he turned to leave. He spotted Nick over by Perry the Pimp. “What the fuck do you get for this?” he was asking Perry, who was holding a rag to his face. “What?” Perry asked.

“There’s no currency,” Nick said “What do you get out of pushing these bitches?”

“It’s a service,” Perry said “People need it, and the girls need a safe home. Sometimes a favor asked doesn’t hurt on my part.”

“And of coarse ResEs are welcome at any time and get choice selection,” Nick said with a huge grin.

“We’re done here,” Kyle said as Nick slapped Perry in the arm. “I’ll be back real soon,” Nick said. “Just don’t come off duty,“ Perry said “You scare the ladies enough as it is.” Nick winked as he made a gun shape with his hand and mimicked shooting him.


Someone had Juan’s gun, but this one was different from the one who had it before. Kendall tried his best to catch up to the chaos, listening in on the radio and following the pursuit. The runner had been tracked to a certain building Kendall was now approaching. Just as he was about to turn the corner, he spotted two people with a rifle trying to sneak away down an alley. “Freeze!” Kendall screamed as he raised his rifle.

“The man holding Juan’s rifle didn’t even hesitate as he raised it and pulled the trigger, but the only thing coming out was the sound of a dry click. “Shit!” he said as the two men turned to run. “I said freeze!” Kendall said but neither man took heed. “Fine then,” he said as he squeezed the trigger on his own rifle. To the dismay of the person on the other end of the trajectory, Kendall’s rifle was loaded. Kendall fired off an even spread across the alley, two bullets hitting one of the fleeing men in the back. Unfortunately, he also happened to cover the other man, who had the rifle and ducked out of view.

Kendall ran down the alley, but knew the one with the rifle was too far away to conceivably catch. The downed man was a different story. His friend had left him behind as he crawled after. Kendall knelt down next to the man as he gave up his crawl. He was hit somewhere vital and was defiantly a dead man so Kendall decided to forgo the useless life saving attempt and instead tried to extract information.

“Who is he and or where is he going?” he asked as the man spit up blood, but otherwise said nothing. “You tried to steal the wrong gun, buddy. Where is he going?” the man still said nothing. “We can save you, patch you back up,” Kendall lied “But only if you tell me what I need to know. Where is he going? I need that rifle!”

The man looked up at Kendall and smiled. “Fuck you, bitch,” he said before he dropped his head to the ground and coughed up more blood. “Everyone’s a fucking hero,” Kendall said as he pulled out his knife and stabbed the man in his wound. He screamed, spitting more blood out before he finally gave out and died. Another ResE ran down the alley and looked at Kendall’s handiwork.

“Someone out there has a rifle,” Kendall said “It’s out of ammo but it’s Enforcer property and it’s vital that we recover it ASAP.” The other ResE nodded as he looked down at the body on the ground. “What about him?” he asked. Kendall shrugged “Bag him and tag him, I really don’t give a shit.”

Kendall walked out of the alley and down the street where the runner from before took off. “Taco, where are you?” he said into his radio.

“The whore house. Where are you?” Jezus responded.

“Right outside. You got things covered in there?”

“Yeah, all under control. Why don’t you come on in? The view is excellent.”

“No thanks. Listen, no one thought enough to pick up the rifle?”

“Nah, guess everyone was too concerned with catching this guy. Why?”

“Cuz I just watched someone take off with it. You at least catch the runner?”

“No. But RC thinks he’s hiding in here. Don’t worry about the gun either, it’ll turn up. The guy dropped it cuz he was out of bullets, or so I’m told.”

“He better be in there. Listen, I’m heading back to the outskirts. Only a few buildings left that we didn’t check and I don’t think it was a coincidence when that guy ran out with Juan’s gun when he did.”

“I’ll meet you there.”



“Never mind.”


John wanted to sit down when the ResEs finally left but there weren’t any chairs. He didn’t really mind as he backed up to a wall and slid down, keeping the top hat in front of himself. Sweat and lube dripped down his back as he was ever thankful that the woman thought enough to do something with his hair because otherwise he’d be a dead man. He looked over to Perry who himself was on the ground propped against a wall. What he went through was no small thing, and John was glad he had enough gall in the face of authority to protect friends.

Perry was holding a bloody cloth to his face and John guessed that the ResEs weren’t kind when they came looking for him. John didn’t even notice Perry until now due to the tunnel vision he had when he was marched out for the one ResE to look at, keeping an eye on each and every ResE just in case one of them recognized him. He remained ignorant of everything else going on until the last ResE walked out.

John took a moment to look about and noticed that nobody was making any effort to leave the room, out of fear or shock he wasn’t sure. The ResEs had left but they could still be heard talking outside. The unspoken fear was that they would barge in at any moment and do whatever came to mind.

When things quieted down outside, Perry finally rose and walked over to John. He checked to make sure he wasn’t bleeding anymore, then chucked the cloth at John. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he screamed as he wiped crusted blood from his nose with his hand “Do you know what kind of damage this will do to me? People, no, the WOMEN won’t want to come near this place if ResEs are gonna round people up like that. What were you doing!?”

John attempted to tell the tale of how things went down. Perry shook his head. “Go home, John,” Perry said as he signaled the woman he was with to go upstairs “Get some sleep or something. DON’T come back here. I’ll find you when I’m done hating you.” The woman then returned with John’s boxers and shoes. “What about the rest of my clothes?” John asked as he slipped his boxers on. “You’ll get the rest of your…stuff…later. What do you think’ll happen if you’re seen wearing a red shirt? Hell the fact that you were naked saved you. I doubt anyone would want to get a good look at you like that. Now go before curfew hits because you’re not staying here.”

John threw his shoes on and was out the door. He didn’t like leaving his gun behind, but he also didn’t have anywhere to hide it on his body, and he knew Perry didn’t have any extra clothes in his size. He understood why he couldn’t get his shirt back, but he doubted anyone would flag him down for his pants though. He wasn’t going back in for them though, Perry probably withheld them on purpose out if anger.

“It’s cold,” John said to himself as he rubbed his arms and started jogging off towards home. It was a bit of a walk to his apartment, and the sun was already setting.

December 4, 2011

Safe Haven - Anyone Think To Pack Beer?

[...Posted bt Ted H]

So just how much backlog do I have for SH? NaNoWriMo took 84 pages of one document...Counting this update, Ill have posted everything up to page 32...for those keeping score, thats about 50 more pages...Assuming I only post 1 page a week from this point on, we'll be at NaNoWriMo 2012 by time I need to churn out new stuff.
...Then again, theres also Our Town of the Dead act II and the continuation of Why Land of the Dead Sucked...
...shit, maybe I can run this blog singlehandedly...lets not test that theory though...


[Safe Haven - Anyone Think To Pack Beer?]

“I will never…EVER take the fun-run for granted again,” Tucker said as the Rogues finally stopped jogging. Everyone slowed up and tried to catch their breaths. Jake wasn’t sure if he had ever run that much in a year, let alone at once. The group had left the amusement park and ran through the usual assortment of the undead, but this time the destination wasn’t any tunnel leading to Safe Haven. There was no destination, they just needed to get as far away from the zombies as fast as they could. They had been running for hours in the general direction that would lead them to Interstate 40.

They jogged away from any danger, but to the dismay of everyone save fore Teto and Martin, they kept on going afterwards without stopping. When Teto finally fell behind with everyone else, Martin reluctantly stopped. “Nobody told me there’d be this much running,” Tucker complained. “A little fitness training wouldn’t kill you.” Martin said with a smirk. “Fuck you,” Tucker said as he snapped his arm out “Not all of us signed up to be a weekend warrior like you did.”

“I was a Marine,” Martin said, dropping the smirk. “So how come you didn’t die like the rest of them?” Tucker asked “Or did you run away?” Martin’s eyes went wide as he slowly walked over towards Tucker, looking to punch him. “Alright,” Johnston said as he got in Martin’s way “We really don’t need to be fighting on day one.”

“This was such a good idea,” Cooper said sarcastically to Jake, who rolled his eyes. “No more running,” Tucker said. “We’d get where we need to be faster if we double time it,” Martin argued. “We don’t even know where exactly we’re going!” Tucker shouted “And I already feel a cramp.”

“All in favor of only running when we need to?” Jake asked aloud as he, Tucker, Cooper and Johnston raised their hands. “Seriously?” Tucker asked Jordan, who had his hand down. “I dunno, I kinda like the exercise,” he said. “We’re gonna be doing this for DAYS Maybe WEEKS!” Tucker said. “Oh,” Jordan said as he raised his hand “Well in that case…”

Jake walked over to Teto who was busy studying a map. “Any clue where we are yet?” he asked as Teto looked up. “I need a landmark or something before I know for sure,” he said as he folded the map up and pocketed it “Maybe find a couple street signs and figure it out from there. If anything, we should stay on whatever road this is. Should take us somewhat in the right direction.”

“And we can figure a way back home, right?” Jake asked. Teto nodded. “I still remember a lot of the surrounding areas. May have been years since I did, but it looks familiar enough. Once we go too far I’ll mark the map or something.”

Jake knew Teto had been planning this trek for some time, but it was good to know he still had a handle on things. He had told everyone to pack for a long trip including plenty of ammo for guns. Everyone had supplies to last the trip back and forth to Texas (just in case they never find any help or supplies along the way) and while they were told to carry plenty of ammo, they were instructed to go light on actual guns. Everyone had a knife and sidearm plus their own additional gun. Jake had the only shotgun and Tucker carried his rifle as expected. Martin and Teto each lugged carbine rifles while Jordan carried a pair of submachine guns. Cooper had an AK-47 and Johnston used a hunting rifle.

“You know what I once heard?” Jordan asked as everyone started walking again “I heard that most of the zombies are all around Safe Haven. The rest of the world is safe.” No one responded to that and even Jordan knew it was only wishful thinking. “Anyone think to pack beer?” Jake asked as he lit up a cigarette, which was met by a chorus of “nope” “sorry” and “never crossed my mind”

“This is gonna suck,” Tucker said as Martin started jogging ahead.