SEASON 1, EPISODE 1, CHAPTER 2: Obstacles

Dempsey's POV (written by J)

It was getting dark out. Too dark. Like it wasn't pitch black out yet but I mean I could barely see. I was still able to see though, so I didn't trip a bunch of times.

I was look for my communist friend Nikolai. We had always fought the walkers together with our two friends, or as Nikolai would call them, our two comrades, Richthofen and Takeo. I would look for the two of them but Takeo died and he was really irrelevant and ugly. Richthofen was alive as far as I knew, but he went a-wall after shit happened. Long story short the apocalypse was his fault so if you have complaints about all the shit going down please send them to him.

I keep walking through this awfully humid forest. If I was with a smokin babe with a huge rack right now I know she'd be complaining about her godforsaken hair. That's all women do though. Complain. Nonstop. Maybe it's time I tried going for men. I mean, all the pretty girls died anyway.

"Holy shit," I mutter as I see a beacon of hope in the shape of an old wooden cabin. I walk to it. It was made of wood. Old wood. The kind of wood that's old.

I walked up the stairs that led to the wooden porch that led to the door that led to the inside of the cabin that led to safety. The porch was made of old wood, like the rest of the cabin. It reminded me of an old wooden cabin I had once stayed in while camping.

I finally make it to the door and start going inside. Immediately I see a black haired girl who was mixed and had golden eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" The preteen girl spats at me. She then points her gun at me. I would have grabbed my gun but I did not have time because she would have shot me if I had tried to pull it out.

"Outside now!" She says. I accept her command and go outside as she follows me outside the old wooden cabin.

"Get on your fucking knees," She commands. I comply.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I ask in my gruff voice.

"I'm your worst nightmare. Don't ask me question I'll be the one asking!" She yells at me. "Now tell me before I shoot you, who are you?!"

I hesitate and she shoots next to my head.

"Tell me now!"

"My name is Dempsey, my friends call me Tank. I used to be part of the military. I'm just another survivor like you," I answer her. She shoots another bullet next to my head.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! What is going on here?" A guy runs out of the old wooden cabin. He is followed by more people.

"I'm just making sure this guy is safe," the girl says, but her voice was trying to be more pure now. She was fake. "He just walked straight into the cabin and I thought I could make sure he was okay.

"Clem, you've been part of our group for like 10 minutes. Why the fuck do you think you can do shit like this?" A guy with a mullet and a camo hat says. He was kind of attractive. I'm straight though.

"Nick back off!" Clem says. I take note of their names.

"Holy shit guys I think we are gonna have more problems!" Another guy says. He was fat and pale and looked like a tool. I turn to see multiple walkers. Not multiple. Millions. It seemed like billions were pouring out of the forest. That stupid girl Clem must have attracted them by shooting so many times.

"Holy shit guys get inside the cabin!" The pale, fat guy says. The other people run into the cabin and I try to run in after them but Clem locks the door behind me. I scowl at her but then try to reach for my gun. I realize that she must have taken it when I was kneeling on the ground.

Was this it? Would I die here?

Of course not. I'm Tank fucking Dempsey.

Walkers started up the old wooden porch so I hopped the side of the porch and rushed to an old wooden shed. It would provide shelter hopefully. I barely make it in even though I was grabbed by at least ten walkers on the way to the shed. I have muscle so I can plow through the walkers. I lock the shed behind me, but the walkers were pounding against it and it was clear they would get in.

"Look for a weapon, Dempsey" I say to myself. I look and find a chainsaw.

Immediately I start it up and open the shed doors. Millions run at me but I do some jujitsu shit and decapitate them all. I then run out and decapitate like twenty more. Blood spatters all over me but I guess that's kind of a fetish of mine now so it doesn't gross me out. It just kind of makes my pants uncomfortable.

I see the guy, Nick, run out of the cabin. Was he coming to help me?

The answer is no as he runs to another side of the cabin. Oh well. More killing for me.

I kill a bunch more zombies until I finally kill what I think to be the last one my splitting it straight down the middle. I let out a large sigh.

I thought this was it but as a twist another fat zombie comes up from behind. I would have attacked him with the chainsaw but as another twist the chainsaw stopped working. He tries to hit me and I fall backwards. As I lay on my back I hold out my hand and say "Croatian." The walker then falls back and dies.

I'm not sure how exactly that worked or how I knew to do that, but I don't know. It's probably just something with the shadowman.

If you don't know who the shadow man is, well, it's a long story. I'll probably tell it eventually but not now. Nikolai would be able to help explain it better.

I then get up and look for that guy Nick. I walk around the cabin and find him laying next to a walker that he cradles in his arms.

"What are you doing? Who is that?" I asked him. I noticed the walker was still alive.

"You saved us!" Clem exclaimed and then ran up and hugged me.

I pushed her off. The rest of the group followed her.

"Thank you," some spick thanks me. I fake a smile.

"You're welcome. I mostly did it for myself I mean you guys did try to kill me," I say.

"We're sorry," the Mexican apologizes. I ignore his apology.

"All I need to know is if you've seen a Russian named Nikolai. He was probably drunk if you saw him," I say. I notice none of them seem helpful.

"I'm sorry but no," the Mexican says.

"You are welcome to stay with us while you look for him," the fat one says.

"I think I'm okay," I turn down their offer. I did not trust them.

"Whatever, let him leave then," a fat black lady says. Well actually she might be pregnant but I did not care considering I was planning on leaving.

"At least stay the night, it's not safe out here and we have plenty of food," the Mexican says.

"Okay, one night but that's it," I decide. I felt like I was signing a contract or something.

"What do we do about that Nick guy? He's like obsessed with that walker," I ask.

"I'll deal with him, Luke why don't you go bring him to your room and he can stay there for the night," the Mexican says.

"Okay, Carlos," the tool says. I take note of their names.

Luke leads me upstairs and into a room. It wasn't anything fancy but it had somewhat of a romantic old wooden cabin vibe. Sadly I don't think this group had any women.

"Do you want any whiskey?" Luke asks me.

"I-uh-sure," I take him up on his offer.

The two of us each have about like five glasses without even saying a word. We just kinda stared at each other while downing more glasses of the whiskey. After a couple glasses I knew I had one too many.

"So–uh– do you have a wife?" Luke asks me finally breaking the silence.

"I had a girlfriend whom I had a child with but both of them died," I answer him.

"Oh well I'm sorry to hear that," Luke replies. You know, he was really dumb. I don't know if it's the alcohol but he didn't seem so fat anymore. He seemed kinda cute. I'm straight though.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Did you atleast?" My words were slurring together.

"I had a couple but like nothing ever serious," Luke said. He then stared me in the eyes. Or at least I think he did. I could barely see all things considered. I tried to stare back. I then felt him grip the collar of my camo outfit and pull me in for a kiss. At first I was startled, but I had not had a sweet embrace in a long time that I didn't pull away. I decided to move a step further and play with his tongue. I was clearly dominate in this action even though he made the first move. I feel like my dominance startled him though, as he pulled away. I was a little disappointed but I'm straight so I didn't care that much. He ran out of the room. Clearly he thought this was a mistake. I decided to lay down. After everything I almost fell asleep right away, covered in blood.