Breach: Season 2 - Part VThe small rift of dust created from the falling crutches slowly settled, collecting once again on the ground. The energy from the two crutches colliding with the ground shattered through the floor, and soon to a nearby table. The old wooden nightstand, showing almost no signs of wear, carried a lamp, a small piece of paper, and a small, white bottle. Due to the force of the crutches making contact with the thin carpet floor, the small bottle near the edge of the table wobbled, and fell to the ground. After rolling and bouncing a bit off to the side, the bottle collided with the crutches and rebounded by a centimeter. Nothing else moved.I never wanted to go to a hospital ever again. Especially one that had a fourth floor. Elevators should skip that, not the thirteenth one, that's for damn sure.After scavenging the room a bit for pain pills or something that would help Steve, we came up empty. I tried checking the circular saw the Nurse had stolen from me, but unfortunately it was bust
Breach: Season 2 - Part IVPassed the perfectly intact doorway in the middle of the destroyed apartment room, the pair of crutches stood still, leaning on the sofa. The couch, much like the environment around it, was littered with holes puncturing it's surface. A piece of tattered cloth was wrapped around the top of both crutches. Despite its condition, it remained perfectly whole despite the frayed fabric of the cloth. By the constant push of gravity, or perhaps by another unseen force, the overlaying crutch tipped to the side and fell on the floor, sending bits and pieces of the dust and drywall littered on the floor to bounce up off of their resting place. The crutches then moved no more.It always seemed in my life I got out of any situation I didn't want to be in. No matter how much trouble I was in, no matter how awkward it was, it was almost like I managed to think enough to get out of my predicament. That, or someone would come along by some stroke of luck and save me from whatever it was I had gotten my
Breach: Season 2 - Part IIIThe rays of sunlight shining through the broken glass panels become visible by reflecting off of the swirling dust. The painted flower wallpaper was ruined by the many circular bullet holes cracking and breaking the wall itself. The door frame aside the torn bed remains still, and complete despite its surroundings. Passed itself, lay the back of a sofa, facing the left wall. Leaning against the sofa are two worn crutches, sitting against one another as they rely on the leverage from the sofa to keep them upright.I grasped my new-found weapon tightly, holding it like a make-shift baseball bat. Nat managed to keep Steve up and walking as we ventured the streets towards the city."There are probably gonna be walkers roaming around," I began, "especially since none of them were at the base."We remained cautious for a few minutes until we heard a sound while beginning to cross a corner. I motioned for everyone to back up against the brick wall of the building and wait. I heard a slight sh
The WandererVentures the Wanderer upon the forgotten plain,A time long ago, unknown, causes he pain.A soul is not met, though miss he not a stepAs the Wanderer crosses this forgotten plain.When comes morning the shadows begone,He waits with them, in this place he belongs.Comes dawn when his kin must hide,Rather he gets up and continues a stride.On this forgotten plain.When comes the time, he protects his ones loved,They who he fights for consider him beloved.As the battle is won, and the enemies are slain;The Wanderer crosses this forgotten plain.
Breach: Season 2 - Part IIAt the end of 45th Avenue in room 309 sits a silent apartment building. The thick layer of dust collecting around the room slowly settles down as the room itself becomes clearer. Bits and fragments of brick and drywall heavily litter the ground, strewn across the once clean carpet floor. The window-side wall is riddled with holes punctured into it, like a toothpick through foam. Inside of the wall is a smashed window, the glass shards fallen at the floor below it indicate it was smashed from the outside. Right beside it sits a bloody lead pipe, bent and nearly broken.Oh, shit. Oh, shit, no, this can't be happening.Steve lay there in a dusty puddle of his own blood, a very long lead pipe sticking from the ceiling and puncturing his leg. I ran to him first, kneeling down by his side. He coughed a little, and something like a smirk appeared on his face."Hey..." he choked, "I was looking for you."He leaned his head back, coughing a little more from exerting his vocal cords. I di