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Take all the time you need TG, you sir are worth the wait.
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Oh and Ps the fanfic section definetly allowed me to see you in a different way :)


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Author's note: This may seem like a small hiatus, but don't believe me when I say it took me all three days to write this and it isn't even half as long as the other parts of Journey. I have a writer's block that keeps popping up when I'm in the middle of writing something. Anyways, I'll try to be as frequent as possible because I am aching to return to 'AWNW'.


Journey, Part 65

Time is relative, something which Calhoun has experienced firsthand after fleeing from the herd of undead for the past several hours. He doesn’t know if he has been running for hours, or mere minutes.

He drags his feet. He barely has any strength left. The herd has only grown larger during their pursuit, gathering new allies along the way.

Calhoun’s gun holds no more bullets. He throws up in his mouth. He spits it out onto the street. Taking a risk, he runs shoulder first into a door.

It pays off. The door flies open, causing him to trip and fall on his side. He musters everything he has to get up and close the door. He slams it shut.

His legs finally give in. He crawls behind the check-out counter. He hides. Sweat drips down his forehead as the undead claw at the shop windows. He keeps his behind the counter, but can envision what the carnage looks like. Their mouths agape, their eyes dead, yet somehow still feral and hungering for flesh.

He can hear their unnatural growls from behind the thick glass, their hands squeaking as they slide down. Then, an unfamiliar sound.

The chopping sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades. The nearer it gets, the more the clawing stops. The walkers look up in the sky, forgetting all about Calhoun trapped inside the store. One catches a glimpse of a chopper in the distance. It begins to follow. The rest join him. The herd leaves.

Calhoun laughs uncontrollably as his body relaxes. If people were around to hear him, they would think he had lost his mind.

He pulls himself on his feet, using the counter. He’s in a gift shop. He pokes his head out the door. The streets are clear. Whoever flew that helicopter is saved his life.

He walks back to his hideout. His knees still tremble. Calhoun clenches his teeth as he fights through the pain.

He hears cries while he goes downstairs, back to his own people. “Something terrible happened.” He thinks to himself. Trying to run, he almost falls down the stairs. With a massive limp he enters.

“Who died?” He asks, not directing his question to any specific person.

Dr. Shannon answers. “Sheila’s little girl, she-“

Calhoun blocks out the rest of Shannon’s words. The image of his own daughter, covered in blood, dying in his arms fills his mind. It does not fade away.

The foul image goes away. Calhoun sees that people are looking at him, just waiting for him to speak. He rubs his eyes out, mentally forcing himself to block the memory. He goes to stand on a bench. The crowd awaits his word in silent anticipation.

“We lost someone today. A child. An innocent child.” Calhoun begins. “This isn’t anyone of ours’ fault. Not mine, not yours and most definitely not yours, Sheila.” His words fall on deaf ears. Sheila cradles her dead daughter in her arms, surrounded by three friends. “We have lost so many in such a short amount of time. Every single one of them would be still alive today if we were just permitted to enter the military little ‘paradise’. Because of them we suffer! Because of them a little girl died today! They have the most valuable commodity: guaranteed safety and they have refused us it time and time again!”

The crowd gets riled up. Calhoun’s words ring true. They all lost loved ones when they were being shot at. Not a single person has a single shred of respect for the military left.

Jonah, Anya, Jennifer and Cassy listen to Calhoun’s speech from a distance, away from the crowd that has gathered around him. The pure hate in his voice has even Cassy taken aback.

“We gave them plenty of chances, and they granted us none!” Calhoun now shouts. The ghost of his daughter haunts him the entire time, yet he presses on. “They deserve what’s coming to them! If anyone, anyone, still doubts whether it is the right thing to do, just take a look at the little girl’s body! We will take what’s rightfully ours, and if violence is the only language these people understand, then so be it. We will no longer be denied!”

His people cheer and applaud. There are no doubts in anyone’s mind any longer; they are going to take the island from the military by force.

Calhoun signals his two most trusted allies to come with him. Ben and Dr. Shannon follow him to the break room.

Jonah waits until they close the door to say something. “This is some deep shit we got ourselves into.”
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Author's Note: Yup, here I am again. I don't know if you can expect it as regularly again as it used to be, though. I'm still a bit rusty at it.



Journey, Part 66

It’s early in the morning the next day. Cassy lies restless on her mattress. She rests her head in her hands while she stares up at the ceiling.

Calhoun’s words float around in her mind. They won’t leave her alone. “There’s no way Shaun agreed to this.” She thinks. “What if that fuckin’ maniac hurt him and Akira?”

Jennifer’s eyes slowly open. Exhausted from yesterday’s attack, she fell asleep before dinner and didn’t wake up until this moment. She sees Cassy, lying on her back with her eyes wide open.

In an attempt to not wake the others, she speaks softly. “What’s the matter?”

Cassy turns her head to her. “I’ve been thinkin’. I don’t think we should stay here.”

“Because of what they’re going to do?”

“No, because I don’t like the bedding.” Cassy snarls. “No shit, of course of what they’re goin’ to do! It’s genocide and I ain’t having no part in it.”

Jennifer sits up straight. She pulls her knees closer. She rests her chin on them after wrapping her arms around them. “But we are safe here.” Jennifer braces herself for Cassy’s sassy comeback, but she gets none but a wide eyed stare. “I’m not saying what they’re doing is good or justified.” She begins to explain. “But I think we also have to think about ourselves now. I’m not going back out on the road. It cost me –us- too much. My husband, our friends. My… dignity.”

Cassy gets on her knees. It takes her everything to keep her voice to a whisper. “So you’d rather sit here with your thumb up your ass and let these fuckers do horrible shit as they please? You ain’t no better than those people in Texas!”

Jennifer’s head jolts up from the comfort of her knees. “Don’t you even say that! I’m not like them! I’m not-“

“I’m not seeing the difference here. You let these people do unspeakable things to innocent outsiders, just like they did to you!”

Anya’s voice startles Jennifer before she has a chance to answer. She had been quietly listening to their entire conversation.

“I think Jenny is right. It’s the price we pay for safety. I don’t really care for morals anymore.”

Cassy spins her head towards Anya. She looks her directly in her remaining eye. “How could you even say that, Anya? After all they did to you!”

Anya lies back down on her mattress. She shrugs lightly. “I don’t really care anymore. I just want to be safe.”

Cassy throws her hands up. She feels betrayed and still no closer to getting any answers. She tosses a glance over at Jonah, who’s fast asleep and snoring like a banshee. She shakes her head and lies down, turning her back to Jennifer to let her know she disapproves.

Shaun tiptoes through the dark hallway in the abandoned building they stay at night. He opens the door to Akira’s room and shakes him by the shoulders. “Hey, wake up, pal.”

Akira rubs his eyes out. “What is it? We got walkers?”

Shaun picks up the katana beside his bed and hands it to Akira. “No. We’re getting the hell out of here. We go back to get the others and leave!”

Akira takes the blade and slings it across his chest. “You sure about this, Shaun? If Calhoun is willing to commit a genocide, he’s not going to look kindly on us just up and leaving.”

Shaun peeks outside into the hallway through the crack of the door. It’s clear. “If we’re lucky, we can sneak out before they’re any the wiser. If not, well, we’ll find a way. Trust me.”

Akira takes his backpack full of supplies from under his bed. “I do trust you. Believe me, I do. But what do we do after?”

Shaun ejects the magazine from his rifle. He checks the bullets. It’s fully loaded. “We’ll figure that out later. Come on, let’s go.”

The two men rush down the stairs, not knowing that John has heard every word they said. He takes his satellite phone from his pocket. He dials a number.

Calhoun picks up and answers. “I hope you have a good reason for waking me up at this hour.”

“Chad, those two you brought here, they just left!”

Calhoun jolts up. “They what? They left? Son of a- Do you know where they’re going?”

“They said something about ‘getting the others’.”

Right away, Calhoun knows what the newcomers are planning. “You stay put. I’ll handle this.” He terminates the call to save battery power.

He stares through the partially opened blinds at the bickering women. Rage boils inside as he watches them talk, flapping their lips. Planning their escape, their betrayal.

They have come too far to let them ruin their plans now. He swings a locker door open. He slowly nods his head as he runs his eyes up and down their weapons and ammunition. Two shotguns, one automatic rifle and numerous pistols. And that’s just one locker. They’re not going anywhere.
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Oh boy, well there escape isn't going to go as planned. The dissension between Cassy, Jen & Anya was so well done. I feel like battle lines are being drawn and everybody has to choose a side (: will people will be betrayed? will new alliances be formed? Don't know about you but I'm excited.
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I really don't like Anya, but she is written so well.
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Journey, Part 67

Ben offers Jeffrey a cigarette. He gladly accepts. He lights it up and takes a puff. “I swear, these babies are the only thing getting me through this damn graveyard shift.”

Ben puts the pack of cigarette back into his breast pocket. He turns his head, scanning the dark streets for danger. “Chad said we need to keep our guard up. He’s expecting trouble.”

“I know.” Jeffrey takes a long drag as he leans against a busted lamppost. “Nothing’s sneaking past us inside.”

The sound of glass shattering breaks up the silence of night. Ben’s heart skips a beat and aims his rifle at the noise. “I’m going to check it out. Keep your eyes peeled!”

Jeffrey throws his cigarette on the ground. He flattens it under his heel. He’s learned to fear sudden noises. While he watches Ben disappear into the shadows, a strong arm is being wrapped around his neck. A hand covers his mouth to stop him from calling out for help.

The hold around his neck is being tightened as he flails his limbs left and right. Jeffrey’s eyes roll back in their sockets as he passes out. His unconscious body gets lowered to the ground and dragged into a nearby store.

With a flashlight pressed underneath the barrel, Ben searches the area with his rifle. Many buildings have broken windows. His palms are sweaty, not being able to determine where the noise came from.

He steps on something hard. It crunches under his sole. He shines his flashlight on it to see what it is. The beam of light illuminates a green, broken beer bottle.

The realization hits him. “Ah, shit.” It’s them. He spins around only to be greeted by the cold, sharp blade of Akira’s katana against his throat.

“You take a single step and I will cut your head off!” Akira threatens him. “Drop your gun, now!”

Ben slowly lowers his rifle while he holds his other hand up in surrender. He has a firm grip on his flashlight. The moment he lets go of his weapon, he swings his flashlight at Akira’s head.

Akira lets go of his blade. He blocks the strike with his right hand and wraps his arm around Ben’s. Before he can as much make an attempt to pull his arm free, Akira kicks him in the chest with his shin. As Ben is being forced to bend over forward, Akira twists his arm and makes his opponent fall flat on his face.

Akira holds his attacker’s arm in a lock, bending it far behind Ben’s back. Ben hyperventilates, feeling the tension in his arm. If he moves, it snaps.

“That’s enough!” Shaun jogs up to Akira. “Knock him out and put him with the other guy.”

Akira releases Ben’s arm. He feels a short moment of relief before Akira stomps on his head. Akira and Shaun drag his body into the store. They put him down behind the counter, next to Jeffrey. Shaun ties his hands behind his back and his ankles together.

The two men tiptoe as fast as they can down the stairs leading into the subway. “Cassy!” Shaun whispers.

Cassy was already awake. She looks directly at him. “Shaun…?”

He shushes her. “We’re leaving here! They’re going to-“

Cassy gets up on her feet. “We know!” She shakes Jonah by his shoulders. “Wake up, ya lazy redneck! We’re outta here!”

Jonah blinks his eyes fast as he is being disturbed in his slumber. “Wha- What? Leavin’? Hell yeah. Just let me get my stuff.” With great effort, Jonah stands up. He grabs his crossbow. “Got it.”

Akira tries to get the other two women with him. “What do you mean, you’re not coming? They’re planning a massacre!”

Jennifer pulls her arm out of Akira’s grip. “But we’re safe here. You guys can go, but Anya and I are staying. We’ve seen enough of the world to know that we’re not going back out there!”

Shaun begins to pace. First Jett and Marc abandon them, and now these two? He feels he failed them as their leader. “Are you sure?” He finally asks.

“Very much so.” Anya replies. Shaun can’t read her stoic expression. And he has no time to figure it out. The four of them make their way to where they entered.

A loud gunshot echoes through the tunnels, waking everybody up. The escapees stop dead in their tracks.

Calhoun, with the barrel of his rifle still smoking, approaches them with a group of five of his most loyal men. “Where did you think you were going?”

His followers surround them, keeping their weapons trained on the newcomers at all times. Shaun decides to tell the truth. “We’re leaving, What you plan to do, it’s not something we want to be a part of.”

“Right.” Calhoun has never distrusted anyone more in his life. “There were two guards stationed at the entrance. Ben and Jeffrey. What did you do to them?”

A large crowd begins to gather, among which are Jennifer and Anya. Calhoun sees them. He orders Dr. Shannon to put them with the rest of their group.

Shannon gestures with his revolver at them. Jennifer holds Anya’s hand as they join them. “I’m sorry.” Dr. Shannon whispers under his breath.

“Your men are fine.” Shaun answers Calhoun’s question. “They’re unconscious, but alive.”

“Huh. And what were you planning to do once you got away from us?”

Shaun keeps a tight hold on his weapon. He’s reluctant to use it, but knows he might have to. “We hadn’t planned that far ahead yet.”

Calhoun laughs and shakes his head at the ridiculousness of his answer. “You expect me to believe that?” He turns to the crowd. “They were going to join the military over at Coronado! Use the information they have on us as a bargaining chip to gain entrance!”

The crowd becomes riled up. Some boo them, others curse their names. They’re being called military scum, traitors and any other insult that comes to the people’s minds.

“We weren’t-“

Calhoun clocks Shaun in the face with the butt of his rifle during mid-sentence. “Don’t try to deny it! John overheard you talk!”

Cassy aims at Calhoun’s head. “You stay away from him, ya sick son of a bitch!”

Calhoun’s people all ready their guns. Shaun’s group does the same. They’re in a standoff.

“Give it up, you’re outnumbered.” Calhoun taunts them. He casually hangs his rifle by his side to show them he is not intimidated.

“At least we can take some of ya bitches down with us!” Jonah shouts defiantly, having a bolt aimed right between Dr. Shannon’s eyes.

Dr. Shannon’s hands tremble with fear. His trigger finger twitches, accidentally firing a round off into the group. Jonah ducks down. He feels his chest and stomach. No blood. No wounds. “Ha! Ya missed, ya big wuss!”

Jennifer collapses to her knees, holding her stomach in her hands. The bullet that missed Jonah hit her. Her entire body feels good as she slowly slumps down onto the platform.

The bad half of Anya’s face is covered in her blood. The sight of her surrogate mother dying next to her feet sends a single chill down her spine. After that, she feels nothing.

“I’m sorry this had to happen.” Calhoun says with genuine regret. “But this is the way things are now. Take away their weapons and escort them outside. We line them up and shoot them in the head.”

Calhoun takes Anya’s gun away from her. She does not resist. Maybe now she can finally get some peace. “What else do you have?” He mumbles to himself. He pats her hip, looking for knives.

Something inside Anya snaps, feeling the warmth of the man’s hand on body. “You don’t touch me!” She screams. She reaches for her back pocket and takes the knife she used to kill Jess. She stabs it at Calhoun, thrusting it hilt-deep into his groin.

Calhoun screams out in pain, distracting his guards. Akira takes advantage of the situation. He grabs one of the men by the back of his head, pushes him down and slams his knee in his face. There’s a loud crack as the man’s nose breaks. Akira takes back his sword.

Jonah hits Dr. Shannon in the face with his crossbow. Shaun fires warning shots into the crowd. He deliberately misses. “Run for it!”

Akira and Anya run up front, closely followed by Jonah. Shaun and Cassy cover their rear, firing shots whenever someone dares to come after them.

They try to chase them when they are outside. “No, don’t go after them!” Calhoun grunts, holding onto the hilt of the knife with both hands. “They’ve got the –ugh- high ground! You walk outside, they pump you full of lead!”

Calhoun’s legs give in. He falls on his side onto the platform. He looks into Jennifer’s eyes. She’s still alive, but barely. He can tell that she’s suffering.

Dr. Shannon kneels down beside him. “D-Don’t worry, I’ll have that out no problem!”

Calhoun swats his hands away. “Go put that woman out of her misery first!”

“But-“

“It’s –argh- your fault she’s suffering! You can deal with me later.” Calhoun rolls over to his other side. He clamps up in agony. “Hurry!”
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Oh my . Jennifer's possible death doesn't bug me too much , she was bugging me (well the most out of the ladies) good chapter but I'm nervous for what's next!
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Oh my . Jennifer's possible death doesn't bug me too much , she was bugging me (well the most out of the ladies) good chapter but I'm nervous for what's next!


She's dead. The story is coming to an end. The 'journey' is almost over, etc.

And I mean it. There are not many chapters left. Around five, maybe six at most. Then I can finally return to my baby: A Whole New World.


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Waah, well the end is sad . I'm worried for the rest :o but Jennifer seems like the first loss and I'm sure you have quite a few more planned .
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Waah, well the end is sad . I'm worried for the rest :o but Jennifer seems like the first loss and I'm sure you have quite a few more planned .


There, there. It's not really the end. The story continues from chapter 100 of 'A Whole New World' and onward. I guess you'll have to start following that story if you want to know what is going to happen next.
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She's dead. The story is coming to an end. The 'journey' is almost over, etc.

And I mean it. There are not many chapters left. Around five, maybe six at most. Then I can finally return to my baby: A Whole New World.


This is awesome news sir


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Author's Note: A real treat to loyal AWNW readers, this one.


Journey, Part 68

“Goodbye, General.” Dante says before he turns the radio off, puts it back and returns his attention to piloting the helicopters. It has been a long time since he had fly one himself, but the controls are imprinted within his calculating mind.

He flips three switches, allowing the helicopter to slow down. He looks on the map of San Diego in the chair besides his. He told him he met the group at a place called ‘Crown Point’.

The helicopter has reduced significantly in speed and now hovers over Point Loma. Dante looks out of the pilot side door to try to identify Crown Point by sight.

His eye is drawn to a lone man on a parking lot near a beach. The man walks at a slow pace, picking off walkers with a sidearm. There’s a car not far away from the man. The driver’s side door is open. Dante figures it belongs to the man and is stranded. “He might be with that group.” Dante thinks to himself. He pushes the throttle down. The rotor blades gradually slow down, allowing him to slowly descend.

The landing gear touches the ground. Dante opens the door and jumps outside, ready to greet the man. Instead, he is met with the barrel of a gun pointed at him.

“I’ll do it!” The man shouts.

Dante hears the despair in the man’s trembling voice. He was not stranded; this is a suicide attempt. He raises his hands up to his chest to show his surrender. “What’s your name, son?”

The calm tone of Dante’s voice takes the suicidal man by surprise. “J-Jett Anderson. Why do you want to know?”

“Well, Jett, I like to know the names of the people who threaten my life. I hate being in the dark, you know?”

Jett is confused. Why is he so laid back? “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but stop it! You think I won’t shoot you? I will! So draw your gun and shoot me before I shoot you!”

Dante cocks his head back lightly. “I don’t have a gun. You’d be shooting an unarmed man.” The gun tucked behind Dante’s back begins to press harder and harder as time passes. “Why are you out here, popping of rounds like that? You’re asking for unwanted attention, even with that alarm.”

Jett hears it for the first time. A siren. It is faint, but it is there. That’s why he came across barely any walkers on the way back from La Jolla.

Dante comes to closer as Jett looks at the bridge in the distance connecting Coronado and the mainland. Jett can hear the sound crunching underneath the mercenary’s soles. His gun hand tenses up. “Don’t! I’ll-

With one swift movement, Dante grabs Jett’s wrist. He pushes it to the left and down. Jett pulls the trigger, releasing his last bullet. It hits the ground next to the chopper, far away from his intended target. Dante punches him under his chin, on his Adam’s apple.

Jett coughs as he rolls around on the ground. Dante picks up his gun and removes the clip. He chuckles when he sees that it’s empty.

“Sirs!” A young voice calls out to him. Dante turns around. Walkers begin to surround their position. The voice came from a young man holding up another one across the parking lot. “You need to get out of there!”

Dante takes a quick glance at Jett, who’s still rolling on the asphalt while clenching his throat in his hands. He kneels down next to him, lifting him over his shoulder by left arm. He carries Jett across his shoulders, holding him by his ankles and wrists.

“Is he okay?” The teenager carrying his younger brother asks when Dante walks up to them.

“He’s fine. I’m Dante. You are?”

“Martin.” He nudges his head at the young guy he’s supporting. “My little brother. Jackie. Nice to meet you. Now let’s get outta here!”

Martin carries his brother as fast as he can. Dante follows them. They have to be with the people he’s looking for. His suspicion is confirmed when they run for the entrance to a subway station.

Jackie hops down the stairs on one foot. Dante sees that his ankle is twisted and swollen. It looks dislocated.

A makeshift door covered in electrical wires is blocking their entrance. The electricity running through it buzzes lightly. “Open up! It’s us! Martin and Jackie!”

The buzzing stops. Martin pushes it open with his free hand. They are immediately scolded by Alex. “Where the hell have you two been?” She then notices Dante, carrying a now unconscious Jett. “And who the hell are these two?!”

“I’m Dante. It’s a pleasure.” Dante carefully plants Jett down against a wall. “And this fine gentleman right here is Jett.”

Alex throws her hands up in the air. She grunts. “I’ve been waiting the whole night for you two! I was worried sick! First you leave the escort some guy we don’t even know to Coronado and now you bring back two more strangers?”

“Please, Alex! Jackie is hurt!” Martin rolls up the sleeve of his brother’s jeans.

Alex strikes her hair back with her hands and sighs deep. Another drain on their precious resources. “Take him to Artie. He’ll know what to do. Where’re Jerome and Sander?”

“Still with him.” Martin says before he guides the badly wounded Jackie into the tunnels to find the veteran.

Alex holds both hands in her back pockets as she addresses Dante. “And what do you expect from me?”

“A place to stay.”

“Listen, I apologize for lashing out at you just now, but things have been tense. That said, we just don’t have enough supplies to-“

“-Yeah, I figured as much.” Dante interrupts her. He smiles. “How are you doing on weapons and ammunition?”

Alex takes her hands out of her pockets. She rests one hand on the gun on her hip. She doesn’t trust this man. “What? Why?”

“I came here by helicopter from Coronado.” Dante begins to explain. He leans with his hands behind his back against the wall next to Jett. He taps his fingers on the handle of his gun. “It’s chock full with weapons and ammunition. You let us stay, it’s all yours. If not, then we just have to find someone else who’s interested in these.”

Alex lets her hand slide off her gun. His offer intrigues her. “Where is this chopper of yours?”

“Crown point.”

“I’ll check it out. For now, you two don’t enter the tunnels until I know for certain you’re not lying. Do you have a weapon of any kind?”

“No.”

Alex runs her eyes from his head down to his feet and back. “Really?”

Dante spreads his arms wide. “You want to pat me down?”

Alex does not see through his bluff. “I have other matter to attend to. Tomorrow, you and I are going to Crown Point together. Let’s see if your speaking the truth.”

Dante slides down the wall next to Jett. Alex glances over her shoulder one last time. He smiles and waves at her. She disappears into the dark tunnels.

Jett is still unconscious. Dante presses two fingers against his neck to see if his heart is still beating. It is.

Dante pulls his gun out from behind his back. He walks up to a packed trash can and tosses the gun in. He covers it some of the trash. He goes back to Jett and sits down again. “It’s just in case, buddy. Just in case.”
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Nice chapter I love seeing it tie in to AWNW. You're very consistent you tie up all lose ends the stories come together nicely.
The standoff between Jett & Dante was really cool. Glad to see both of them back in it. The sirens are going off so it's only a matter of time before they meet up with the AWNW survivors (:
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Author's Note: three more chapters to go until the end, my peeps. Excited yet?


Journey, Part 69

Jett rubs his sore throat as he regains consciousness. The man who knocked him out is sitting on a bench near him.

His eyes adjust to the darkness. The only thing lighting are four uv lights on the ceiling, one of which flickers on and off.

Dante sees he's awake. "You're back. I didn't expect you'd pass out."

When Jett tries to speak, he coughs. His throat stings with every breath. "What... Where...?"

"We're underground. There's others here. I found you at Crown Point shooting all willy nilly at anything that moved. Why were you trying to get yourself killed?"

Marc's face flashes before his eyes. Jett slumps his head into his hands. The pain in his fades away and makes room for grief. He starts to cry.

Dante looks at the weeping man with indifference. "What happened?"

***

Jett roams around the abandoned hallway of the lodge still after two weeks of staying there without finding any survivors. He holds on to a small shimmer of hope that his parents are alive somewhere, hiding in a small room he just hasn't found yet.

Marc wants them to leave. He has stopped helping Jett look for his parents. Jett knows he won't leave without him though. At times he feels like he's abusing their friendship, but Marc does owe him.

Jett's aimless wandering is disturbed by a bloodcurdling scream. Jett sprints back to the reception area as fast as he can.

Marc lies dead in a puddle of his own blood, seeping from his neck. He's being feasted upon by a walker with glasses. Jett can not convey his shock in words. He just screams when he stumbles upon the scene.

The walker rears its head up. It takes a quick look at Jett through its broken glasses before it clumsily gets on its feet. Jett draws his gun and shoots it.

He kneels down besides his dead best friend. Marc's eyes are wide open but they are devoid of life. With tears and snot streaming down his face, Jett closes them.

He rests his head on his friend's chest. "This is all my fault! I did this!" Jett cries for a long time. Until something terrible occurs to him. Marc is going to turn.

Jett rushes upstair to the room they've been staying in. He takes a long piece of braided rope he found from the closet and runs back downstairs. He ties one end into a noose around Marc's neck. The other end he attaches to a radiator.

Jett waits. He waits until nightfall. He waits until the sun rises again. The gun in his hand shakes as he can't keep his hands from trembling. "Why won't you turn?!"

As if he heard, Marc's hand twitches. His eyes slowly open. He groans, even without functioning lungs. He sees Jett. For a brief moment, there is a memory of the man pointing his gun at him. No name, no details, just a quick and hazy flash before he forgets for good. All he is to him now, is prey.

Marc stands up and lunges at his former friend. The rope around his neck pulls him back. He falls down again.

Jett presseshis food down on Marc's neck. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Jett looks down the sights of his gun. His triggerfinger feels heavy. Looking into Marc's undead eyes, he can't bring himself to pull the trigger.

He runs back outside. The walker in the car immediately begins to snap at him, even though its being held back by a belt and a car door. It's more bone than flesh. Jett realizes this will happen to Marc as well if he leaves him now.

He turns around and goes back inside. Marc has gotten back up again and tries to bite Jett, having already forgotten he's tied up.

Jett aims for his head and closes his eyes. He pulls the trigger. There's a thud. He opens his eye and looks at Marc's corpse. The bullet went right through his nose, disfiguring him. The bullet tore his face open.

Jett averts his eyes from Marc's hideous visage as he unties the noose. He carries him back to their car and puts him down gently on the backseat. He drives back into the mountains, to the gravesof their fallen.

He makes a new cross with the rope he tied up Marc with. He plants it in the ground. Having no shovel to dig with, he places his best friend down on the ground in front of his cross.

He folds Marc's arms across one another and covers his face with a blanket. "Goodbye, old pal."

He turns his gun to himself, pressing the barrel against his temple. His index finger begins to feel heavy once more. He can't do it.

Jett drives back to San Diego. His mind is in a foggy haze. Marc's broken face flashes before his eyes. He's going to keep driving until something, or someone, kills him. The last remnant of his old life died. There's nothing left to live for.

***

Jett doesn't speak. Both because he can't and doesn't want to.

"Don't want to talk about it, huh? Very well." Dante notices Alex approaching him. She's a little hesitant, but won't be intimidated. She can't show that kind of weakness as a leader. "I assume you want me to take you to the guns?"

Alex nods. "I do. If it turns out you were lying, both of you are out of here. No discussion."

Dante puts his hands on his knees and rises. "Deal."

"We don't really trust outsiders here. At first, it was a supply issue but then this guy came here, wounded, and next thing we know he beat Artie and left with four of my people."

Dante chuckles a little, knowing who she's talking about. "Funny story: it's because of him that I am here. I'll tell you all about it on the way."
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Excellent TG, sorry about Marc, but glad to see where Dante and Jett are.
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Sad to see Marc go. But I'm happy things are moving forward. I'm excited.

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For a brief moment, there is a memory of the man pointing his gun at him. No name, no details, just a quick and hazy flash before he forgets for good. All he is to him now, is prey.

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Journey, Part 70

Shaun walks into the room and puts a backpack filled with canned foods on the wooden floor. The living room is small and dirty. The air is dry, and none want to stay any longer.

“Please tell me ya got some water in that thing.” Jonah says as he eyes Shaun’s backpack.

Shaun zips the bag open. “A few. But you know the procedure: we boil the water before we drink it.”

Cassy takes a knee next to her old squad leader. “How are the streets?” She asks while she tries to catch a glance of the bag’s contents.

Shaun sighs. He answers Cassy’s inquiry without stopping rummaging through his loot to look her in the eye. “Empty. Most of the dead in the city were lured to Coronado a week ago.”

Cassy bends forward. She lowers her head underneath Shaun’s face so she can look him in the eyes. “Then we should go now. It’s only a matter of time before Calhoun finds us.”

Akira joins in on the discussion. Shaun has been having doubts about going somewhere else, feeling that he owes something to the people that died at Calhoun’s hands. “She’s right, Shaun. We should go look for Jett and Marc. La Jolla isn’t that far away from here, correct?”

Cassy straightens her back so she can look directly at Akira. “Only twenty minutes away by car. You said it yourself, Shaun, the city’s empty. We don’t have to go ‘round anymore. If we go through Point Loma we’ll be there in no-time. I ain’t staying here ‘n’ do nothing.”

“I might be able to help-“

Shaun is cut off by Cassy slapping his cheek. “You can’t help everyone.” She says, giving him a stern look. “I know you feel guilty and shit, but we gotta think about us right now.”

Shaun lightly rubs his cheek. Being wrong has never hurt more. “I don’t feel comfortable with, you know, using the deaths of hundreds to save my own hide. But, I think we have to.”

Jonah gets up on his feet. “I think we have ta, too.” He picks up his crossbow and slings it over his shoulder, wasting no time. “Let’s jus’ get our stuff ‘n’ go.”

Shaun closes the zipper on his bag wears it on both shoulders. “I agree. It’s still early so we might make it in one day. We’re going on foot. We’re not wasting time going on a detour to get our stranded cars.”

Everyone prepares for the trip. Akira inspects his katana. There are a few dried up splatters of blood on both the blade and the hilt, though it is still sharp enough to cut into the skin with little pressure.

Cassy takes quick inventory on their ammunition count. Exactly one full magazine for each of their carbines is left. Pistol ammunition is scarce as there they do not own a single full clip.

Anya watches them scurry around. She opens the revolver Jonah found for her. Four bullets are left. She fired two at a couple of walkers and hit both of them in the head. She has become a good shot since there is no such thing as fear distracting her, allowing Anya to focus on one thing; aiming.

One could hear a pin drop in the silence of the empty streets of San Diego. The sand and dirty can be heard, crushing underneath the group’s feet with every step they take. The wind rustles through the leaves of a palm tree here and there. The dead can be heard before they’re seen.

Unbeknownst to them, they are being watched by the living hiding out in a convenience store.

“I told you I heard something. I’m not paranoid.” Dante says to his dismissive companion.

Sander observes the group. “Are they from Coronado? Those two are wearing military duds. But why’d they the young girl with the eye patch?”

Dante watches her. “They’re desperate. I told you what their General is like.”

The group they’re spying on keeps moving farther away from them. “What do we do? We just let ‘em go or…?” Sander asks.

“No. Follow my lead.” Dante draws the gun from his hip, keeping the one behind his back hidden, as he opens the door. The store bell rings. A confused Sander follows him.

Dante moves lightly on his feet. He moves as silent as the abandoned streets themselves. Sneaking up on an oblivious Jonah. Dante kicks him on the back of the leg, making him fall to one knee and drop his crossbow. Dante wraps his right arm around Jonah’s neck and pulls him up to his feet. He presses the barrel of his gun against Jonah’s temple.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

The rest of the group turns around. Cassy aims her rifle at the attacker right away. Akira doesn’t draw his gun, knowing he could never hit the man holding Jonah hostage without hitting Jonah. Shaun keeps his rifle in a firm grip, ready to use as a last resort. Anya stays at the back, watching everything unfold.

Uncertain at what to do, Sander aims at the woman threatening Dante. He can’t prevent his hands from trembling.

“Did he sent you?” Dante asks while keeping a struggling Jonah under control. “To kill me?”

“Who’re you talking about? Chad Calhoun?” Shaun guesses as he tries to tell Cassy through looks not to shoot.
“Don’t play dumb.” Dante wraps his arm tighter around Jonah’s throat. Jonah gasps for breath. “You know who-“

Sander interrupts him. “-Calhoun. He’s the man who leads the group that split away from us.” He explains.

Dante loosens his grip on Jonah slightly. “What’s with the uniforms?”

“Whaddaya think, jackass?” Cassy snarls at him. “We’re military.”

“But you’re not from Coronado?”

“No.”

Dante lets Jonah go. He takes a deep breaths while he comes to his senses on his hands and knees, coughing up a lung. Dante drops his gun on the street and raises his hands halfway in surrender, telling Sander to drop his. He obliges. “I am going to trust you. Are you going to trust me?”

Cassy refuses to lower her weapon. “Hell no. You snuck up on us, asshole.”

“Cas, we don’t want another fight. Lower it.” Shaun orders.

“Cas?” Sander recognizes the name. “As in ‘Cassy’?”

Cassy raises an eyebrow, confused at how this man she’s never seen before knows her name. “Yeah, it’s short for ‘Castillo’. How do you know me?”

“Someone recently joined our group. A Jett Anderson. He’s mentioned you, along with someone named ‘Anya’ and ‘Shaun’. Also someone whose name I can’t quite remember.”

“I’m Shaun. The girl’s Anya. We know Jett, he was with us for a long time. Can you take us to him?”

Sander nods his head. “We sure can. Come on.”
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Nice, i am liking this good job. TG, some of the pieces may be coming together.
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