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Chapter 4 - The Lost Boys "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

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CO-GM
GM, 12 posts
Mon 2 Mar 2015
at 02:32
  • msg #1

Chapter 4 - The Lost Boys "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

"WELCOME TO ZOMBIELAND, KIDS"

The Lost Boys are those "who fall out of their prams when the nurse is looking the other way and if they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent far away to the Never Land"

The Lost Boys' "Never Land" is a deserted, desolate, defunct amusement park a little outside of town. The tall roller coasters were once meant to take riders forward and then fling them backwards for the thrills of upside-down loops and drops. But for six years, they've been scream-free. Neverland lies behind a twelve foot concrete wall and a massively ornate iron gate, designed to keep intruders out to avoid liability. The Lost Boys have taken up residence in the old administrative building, sleeping in the offices and locker rooms.

Neverland, back at the height of the Global Warming debate, did a total green retrofit. Now, all the lights and running water operate "off the grid." (The rides of course do not.)

The Lost Boys Intro Video





















This message was last edited by the GM at 01:44, Wed 25 Mar 2015.
Atlanta
Player, 34 posts
Mon 2 Mar 2015
at 03:34
  • msg #2

"Every Road Goes Somewhere"

The shitty old van rolled up to the large iron gates of Neverland. Dakota idled the engine for a moment as two young boys ran out and pulled open the big iron bars. Atlanta waived his hand to the others, asking them to wait. "What are we going to tell Washington?" he asked hesitantly. "We need to have our story straight."

Atlanta pulled down the sun visor and checked his face in the mirror. He didn't want to face Washington covered head to toe in blood, even if his white dress shirt was stained red. Atlanta slipped the knife that he'd killed Brett with back into the cubby in the door and bent down and cinched tight the hot pink laces on his Converse high-tops. Finally he pulled his brand new Wayfarers out of the console. Atlanta wanted to look cool and confident going in to report to Washington.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:10, Tue 03 Mar 2015.
Wyoming
Player, 6 posts
Sun 15 Mar 2015
at 22:00
  • msg #3

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Wyoming knew the drill regarding the gate, and needed little prompting to get out and see to it, happy to be back behind walls, in a familiar place and in a larger group. Because of his history with the outdoors and boy scouts, he was a natural choice to send out on scavenging or raids, though clearly from what happened out on the road he was still struggling with the grittier parts of Zombieland.

Inside the van once more, he ran a hand through his thick dark hair, no possible scenario to be explained to the leader of their group more compelling than honesty. "W-We should tell the truth."
Dakota
Player, 6 posts
Fri 20 Mar 2015
at 01:30
  • msg #4

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Driving the van through the now open gate of Neverland, Dakota scowled at Atlanta. "What do you mean? What did you tell him when we left-" She figured it out. That little shit. "Damn it! Atlan'na, why do you have to be so difficult."
This was not a planed outing, she surmised.

Dakota navigated the van, now stocked with food supplies and other goodies, further into Neverland. The abandoned amusement park that she and a number of other young people now called home had been abandoned long before Zombieland. There were the hurricanes to thank for that. Dakota had seen it on the news, back home.

She parked the van next to the service garage that housed the vehicles. Taking the keys out of the ignition and putting them in her pocket, she jumped out of the van.
"Well, you can explain it to him. I'll go with you, but you tell him it was your idea." She walked around to the back of the van and opened the back hatch. "You know, tell the fucking truth. Like Wy says."
Atlanta
Player, 35 posts
Fri 20 Mar 2015
at 03:40
  • msg #5

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Atlanta asked while fixing his hair in the rear-view. "You want me to walk in there and say "Oh hey, I just conned two of your best and brightest into stealing a van and going on a run with me, sorry." Yeah, fucking right, guys. I may as well just punch myself in the face." Atlanta said this while grabbing a milk-crate full of random stuff out of the back of the van. "Anyways, who the Hell forbids a raid when we're running out of food, anyways? Like, he wants to watch people starve while I'm actually willing to go do something about it." Atlanta shook his head "We'll figure it out as we go I guess." He hushed his voice, making sure only Dakota and Wy could hear him. "Just don't say anything about the truckers, okay? All we saw were zombies. Got it?"
P.K.
NPC, 1 post
Paris, Kentucky
Fri 20 Mar 2015
at 17:44
  • msg #6

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

"Hey!" P.K. called to the group as the drove through the front gates. As the crew dismounted the vehicle, the boy approached. "Washington wants to see you three. Right now. I don't think he's happy." P.K. stood next to Atlanta, hushing his voice with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked as he pulled off Atlanta's shades revealing a fast darkening black eye/whole side of face. P.K. was wearing two shirts, the outer-most layer being a red plaid flannel shirt. "You better take my shirt." He suggested, remarking at the blood stains on Atlanta's. P.K. watched Atlanta unbutton the blood soaked shirt and exchanged it for his own. "Good luck in there." he said with a very friendly smile and added "You guys too" as an afterthought.
Washington
Lost Boys' Leader, 1 post
Sat 21 Mar 2015
at 00:29
  • msg #7

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Washington stood at the center of the formerly upscale balcony of one of the more statesmanlike of the buildings at the park. The now-faded white columned Metropolitan BLVD building(see location pictures), crowned by the ornamented date 1892. He wore dark paramilitary fatigues, looking like a young authority figure. Black boots were polished extensively despite the dirty, urban decay atmosphere they made their base. Standing at over six-foot-one, Washington still appeared imposing as he leaned forward against the railing, watching from afar as three troublemakers wandered back into his town. Various members of their group were spread out among duties and locations in the park, though many had wandered down to see some notably missing companions return.

His expression was stoic as he awaited Atlanta, Dakota, and Wy, expecting them to come inside through the ground level, and come up to his suite. The interior upstairs of the touristy building had been redressed with a large king size bed, dressers, items of regard, etc. It was like a Presidential suite, and outside a couple of young Lost Boys stood tentatively on guard. They would know to let the arrivals inside and upstairs.
Wyoming
Player, 7 posts
Sat 21 Mar 2015
at 00:37
  • msg #8

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Wy emphasize his unease and disatisfaction with events by his silence. Disembarking from the van once they were inside, the gate closed behind them, he tried to gauge how much trouble they were in. He didn't like angering Washington because the leader was physically intimidating and had an intensity that demanded complicity with his command. Since Atlanta arrived Wy had been worrying about the other boy instead of himself judging by how often Washington seemed to clash with their newest member.

The former boy scout stood next to Dakota, equally ignored by P.K as he fauned over Atlanta, eliciting a little secret jealousy from Wy, who shifted his weight awkwardly, crossing his arms over his slim frame as they waited to move on to get abuse hurled at them.

"Thanks P.K.." Wy replied to the other boy as he followed past their gatekeeper, behind Atlanta with Dakota. "We have to tell him about that guy we let go, don't we? W-What if he comes looking for us? Wash needs to know so we can be ready." He spoke to the other two in hushed voice once they were walking, clear of P.K. overhearing them all. Despite Atlanta's warning to void that part of their tale he wasn't sure he could lie if directly asked to tell the truth, it was sin to lie. On cue to these thoughts, Wy grasped the wooden cross that hung around his slender neck, squeezing it as if it were some lifeline.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:39, Sat 21 Mar 2015.
Atlanta
Player, 36 posts
Lost Boy
Atlanta, Georgia
Sun 22 Mar 2015
at 04:48
  • msg #9

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

The trio from the road neared the doors of the Metropolitan Building as the rest of the lost boys looked on, all equally aware of Washington's displeasure regarding their unannounced departure this morning. Atlanta hurriedly buttoned his shirt, having handed off the loot from the van to P.K. to bring in. Atlanta rushed along in front of Wyoming. "Look. Not a word to Washington, okay?" Atlanta looked into Wy's eyes for acceptance. "That guy is not going to be a problem. I promise." Atlanta placed a gentle, reassuring hand on Wy's arm. "Okay?" He asked one more time, pulling open the door to Washington's castle.
Washington
Lost Boys' Leader, 2 posts
Sat 25 Apr 2015
at 05:00
  • msg #10

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

The sound of the 'throne room' doors opening drew no immediate response from Washington, who's tall lithe form was silhouetted against the sky as he remained leaning against the balcony railing, the doors to the outdoor space opening the room up to the tepid air. The heavy oak doors closing behind the offending trio finally drew their leader's full attention, though he made them wait in silence for a moment before doing so.

When he turned he stood upright, hands clasped behind his back, his tightly wound military boots clapping lowly against the faux-marble floors until they reached a grand grizzly bear skin rug that was the centerpiece for the room, with one heel resting upon the nape of the flat beast.

He looked to each of the three subordinates in turn, starting with Atlanta, then Wyoming, and finally Dakota, sighing lightly, as one does when disappointed but not surprised. "Atlanta has blood on his clothes. I know that isn't walker blood, so I want to hear what went down." His tone conveyed that there would be immediate consequences if there was not compliance. His dark eyes surveyed the lot of them as he spoke, before settling on Dakota again. "I don't want to hear it from you, Atlanta. I want to hear it from them. Dakota?.." Wash called out the ever reliable Dakota, his steely and judging gaze unblinkingly. He was pissed and as tightly wound as his bootlaces.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:04, Sat 25 Apr 2015.
Dakota
Player, 7 posts
Thu 30 Apr 2015
at 04:52
  • msg #11

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Dakota stood next to Wyoming, watching the PK and Atlanta change shirts. She rolled her eyes and looked at Wy "Boys..." she said.

Walking past the giant white columns that adorned the façade of the Metropolitan Building she listened to Atlanta give his instructions, but remained silent. She's let him do the talking, this was his problem. They did need the supplies they got, especially the bullets for her 9mm, but Washington was a serious leader, and also her friend. He called the shots and she respected him. She wasn't going to lie for Atlanta.


Dakota was put on the spot by Washington's question, and she hated it. "Atlan'a-" She hadn't anticipated explaining the situation, she hadn't thought of what to say. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "We went to get supplies. We had some trouble but everything is fine. I'm sorry we didn't tell you, I thought you already knew."
She glanced back at Atlanta, hoping he had something prepared for this.
Atlanta
Player, 37 posts
Lost Boy
Atlanta, Georgia
Fri 1 May 2015
at 03:17
  • msg #12

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Atlanta pulled his cool shades off his face and slid them up to the top of his head, a motion which pulled his hair backward and out of his eyes. He looked to Wash kind of bashfully, his posture sunken and his expression earnest and sorry. He sighed heavily like a child getting in trouble at school. "I..." he stuttered. "I was trying to impress you, Washington. I thought... Maybe... If I could go out, and bring back some useful stuff, I could prove myself to you." Atlanta hung his head and perched himself on the edge of the old-style couch. "Washington, I just hoped that maybe if I proved my worth, you'd accept me as one of your own. Over the last couple of months, I haven't felt like you've really accepted me. I want to be a real member of this... your... camp." With that, he stood up proud. "I'm sorry."
Dakota
Player, 8 posts
Tue 26 May 2015
at 20:25
  • msg #13

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Dakota turned to look at Atlanta. She was incredulous. She furrowed her brow, and her mouth hung open slightly at the corner, in inadvertent shock.

Was this really the story he wanted to go with? Surely Washington would see though such a lie. Dakota wasn't that close with anyone here, except maybe Washington, but she had come to form an impression of Atlanta. This new behaviour, this display of submissiveness, was unlike what she had seen before.

Maybe it was true. Maybe this is really what Atlanta had been up to. Maybe he really did want to impress Washington. Dakota questioned her assumptions. She really didn't know what would happen next.

She looked back at Washington to see what he would do.
Washington
Lost Boys' Leader, 3 posts
Thu 28 May 2015
at 05:05
  • msg #14

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Washington was silent, he presence looming with potential wrath as Dakota gave him a rather meek response, but one he deemed to be relatively honest. At least she had kept it brief. When Atlanta broke out into a little sofa-talk about proving himself, etc, Washington was clearly having none of it judging from the piercing dark gaze he set upon the apparent leader of the misbehaving trio.

Letting Atlanta dig himself deeper, he would glance to Dakota and Wyoming upon the conclusion of Atlanta's sweet-nothings. "You two. Get out. Your rations are cut until further notice.." He declared quietly and coolly, daring the two to reply with even an affirmative response as they shuffled out.

He waited until the door closed behind them before making a couple long, quick strides to Atlanta. Before the other boy could say anything the tall, intense leader delivered a sharp punch to the smaller teen's stomach. When Atlanta inevitably curled forward, Washington took a handful of the rebel's hair and added the necessary momentum to send Atlanta to the floor, slamming into the hardwood just shy a foot from Washington's grizzly skin rug.

"Let's get on the same page here; I will never accept the likes of you. I know what your kind is. Out there, they might not know, but I've seen your type before. People think I'm big and bad? Well at least I'm open about what I am and what I can do. Now I let you stay with us because we needed the extra bodies but don't think I won't get rid of you. This little stunt of yours.. Never again." The strong, tall Washington paced around Atlanta as if deliberating whether or not to continue his assault, before easing up his movements, if not his temperament.

"Next time you so much as stare at me in a way I don't like and it won't be you who directly suffers. PK..Wyoming.. Everything you do will be punished tenfold on them. Keep that in mind."
Atlanta
Player, 38 posts
Lost Boy
Atlanta, Georgia
Fri 29 May 2015
at 03:30
  • msg #15

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Atlanta stared up at the tyrant Washington from his compromised position on the floor. At first he feigned fright, soon realizing that was not the best course. Next he laughed. He wanted to drive his point home here. Atlanta slowly stood, sweeping his long, dark hair back, and straightening his clothes. "You're an idiot."

All portrayal of emotion drained from the boy's face. His expression became cold, sucking all the spring's warmth from the room. "You have people starving here, and you won't let anyone leave. That's not a good game plan! What I did today was all just winning hearts and minds. People respect you, because they see you as a tyrant. You want to hurt people you think that I care about to get to me?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Go ahead. Don't think for a second that I hold any feelings towards any of these kids. You're all just pawns in a game, Wash. So sure. Take it out on Wy or 'Tucky. Then I win."

He held perfectly still for a moment, holding his ground. Next he'd turn to leave, unless Washington decided to escalate things further, which would only solidify his image as a bad guy after Atlanta's play this morning. The Lost Boys would eat today, thanks to him.
Washington
Lost Boys' Leader, 4 posts
Sun 28 Jun 2015
at 22:12
  • msg #16

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

Washington watched Atlanta coolly as he rose up and answered the charges laid against him. The rage was palpable within the taller male but no longer manifested into physical action. As he'd said, from then on he'd be more creative to create acquiescence to his rule. "It isn't like before, call me a tyrant, but its not just food that keeps people living." Washington replied quietly, in a more simmering, refined way now that he'd been able to vent his frustration with his musculature a moment ago. Wash understood that this wasn't the end of things.

"It's good that these people mean nothing to you, because you aren't going to be staying much longer."

-to Lost Boys' Thread Time Shift
Atlanta
Player, 39 posts
Lost Boy
Atlanta, Georgia
Sun 28 Jun 2015
at 22:52
  • msg #17

Re: "Every Road Goes Somewhere"

TIME SHIFT - LATER THAT EVENING

Two Converse high-tops with hot pink laces slapped against the pavement on the outside of Neverland. It was the only sound for miles, but for the croaking of frogs. Atlanta climbed over the wall and dropped to the ground on the other side, keeping low and keeping quiet. He crossed the vast parking lot and climbed into a beige Aztek covered in dead leaves. He stashed this car and kept it fuelled for just such an occasion. The car rolled quietly out of the lot, disappearing into the night.

Atlanta zig-zaged the highways and side roads, searching for signs of life. Finally, in the dead of night he found what he was looking for. A small fire, burnt down to embers cast a slight orange glow on a sleeping man and a black Ford truck. Flickering light reflected off the silver knife blade as Atlanta stood over Derrick.

Next thing he knew Atlanta was driving again. This time carrying extra cargo. The car pulled up to the edge of a canal at an industrial compound. The body was hard to handle on his own, but finally Atlanta managed to roll the dead man over the edge. Derrick's body splashed as it hit the water's cold surface. His black Oakley sunglasses remained firmly in place.

"Oakley wearing dick."
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