Willie Henderson's Story

OOC((Time for that new character! Go check out his character form so you know more about him. It'll help before reading this most likely.))
As Willie looked through the rusting metal bars of the garden center, his white hair blowing in the breeze, he chewed on his toothpick waiting for walkers to come shambling in. He held his knife in one hand and his walkie talkie in the other. Not surprisingly, a walker shamble forward and appeared in Willie's view. He picked up the walkie talkie and held down the button radioing to Sherry, "We got another one but it looks like he's alone this time. He's headed for the front door again maybe you could get him before he starts bangin on the glass." After an intermission of silence the walkie talkie buzzed and then Sherry's voice replied, "Sure thing Willie." Sherry walked across the hardware store grabbing a hammer on the way to the door. y time she was there the walker had arrived and was beginning to slam into the glass doors. Sherry unlatched the lock and pulled them open letting the walker stumble in past her. One blow to the head with the hammer and the walker was down for the count. She dragged it back outside and stomped it's head for safety measure. She then closed the door and secured the lock waiting for anymore to stumble into their death. Tom had taken guard on the roof today and held his sniper in one hand and lit cigarette in the other. "Looks like we're clear you guys." Tom radioed to Sherry, Willie and Jed. Sherry then pushed the cart containing the palettes of fertilizer back in front of the glass doors just in case of a breach. Tom climbed down cautiously from the roof and returned to the garden center which had been transformed into the living area for the group. Sherry made her way back to the garden center as well and they were all left waiting for Jed to return. Jed was a peculiar guy who had somewhat of a drinking problem that made him edgy or pass out. Either way the group was constantly running into troubles because of him. He finally stumbled back into the garden area heading for the crates containing the drinks and food. He stuck his hand in and to no ones surprise he pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He opened up the half full container and chugged the remaining liquid. Sherry, knowing the result of the alcohol shook her head in frustration. When he polished off the bottle he opened the metal door of the garden center and threw the bottle at an approaching walker hitting it in the head and then it fell to the ground with the walker shattering into a million pieces. He slammed the door shut and locked the chain once more. Willie broke the silence with, "So who's going on the run today? We're almost out of water again." Sherry and Tom stepped forward to volunteer but they were denied by Jed. He broke in with his slurred voice, "I'll go and get the water. We need some more liquor anyways." Willie interrupted and said, "Jed, I don't think that's necessary. You need to cut back on this drinking, it's getting out of hand." Jed turned back to Willie and glared at him. "What did you say to me old man?" Tom stepped in between Willie and an angered Jed. "Okay that's enough we don't need anymore fighting between you two!" There was a long awkward silence between the group after that statement. Willie and Jed intensely glared at each other for about 2 minutes before the garbage truck's engine interrupted the tension. Everyone peered through the metal bars as thousands of pounds of steel hurled toward the metal cage of the garden center. Willie instinctively ran and pulled Sherry with him. He was slightly limping because of his prosthetic but they managed to get away in time. Jed had ran the opposite direction but Tom wasn't as lucky. He had froze like a deer in the head lights and was plowed by the garbage truck with crushed his rather slim body. Sherry screamed and broke free from Willie running towards her now flattened husband. Before she was even a yard away two men hopped down from the truck. They pulled out guns and one of them shot her in the head and the other one shot at Willie who was now limping away for his life. Jed on the other hand had been hiding behind a palette of wooden planks and came out from behind right at the perfect moment to slam a crowbar into the shooter's head which aided Willie's escape and survival. The other gunmen was now chasing after the two and Willie was beginning to fall behind Jed. Bullets flew past Willie and Jed as they headed for the escape vehicles in the loading dock. As they pushed through the fire exit they were greeted with one of the vehicles blazing in flames and the other was about to meet the same fate but Jed stopped the bandit with a bullet to the side of the head. Willie got in the passenger seat and Jed sprinted for the driver's seat. The key finally found it's way into the ignition and the truck was pulling away. They had made it to the front of the parking lot when suddenly an armored bank truck blocked their bath by stopping in front of them. To men in riot suits then opened the back releasing about 20 walkers on the truck. The truck was immobilized and walkers surrounded the two men. Jed swung open his door hitting walkers in the face. Willie copied and they did this several times trying to thin out the group. The armored truck was now leaving and so was the garbage tuck. Another armored car was being filled with the group's guns and other supplies. The car finished loading and then the convoy was headed down the road plowing through any walkers that got in their way. Jed and Willie were still beating off the walkers with the doors but it wasn't a permanent fix. They managed to pull out of the group when suddenly they saw that the other armored vehicle had dumped about 20 walkers as well. Half of the other 20 had now piled into the back of the pickup and were trying to find away in. Several walkers from the other group was after Sherry and Tom's bodies but the other ones surrounded the pickup again. The doors were beginning to dent and the men's arms were worn out. Jed tried to drive but there was little movement as the walkers just piled up and made it near impossible to move ahead. Suddenly Jed shouted over the groaning, "Let me do this and you go ahead! I'll distract em and you get away from this place!" Before Willie could think to intervene Jed hopped out the door and slammed it behind him. He knocked down walkers left and right with the crowbar as they all gathered around him. Suddenly he was overrun and was becoming a meal to the undead. Willie instinctively got into the drivers seat ad started the car back up. He sped away down the road the opposite way of the armored convoy hoping to find some sort of safe haven to lay low for the rest of the day.
OOC((Sorry for borrowing ideas from Season 3 but I have this group of bandits kind of figured out in my head. I'll post some info on them later so everyone knows the details.))

As he drove down the long road, the emptiness was only interrupted by a few remaining walkers. They were shambling mindlessly and were easy to avoid with little effort. Willie swerved in and out of them like they were traffic cones. He had been at this same process for about 10 minutes when the road opened up a bit and it mad him feel more comfortable driving with the scattered walkers. He slowed down once they were far enough back and opened up the glove box. It fell open revealing a few select items. There was a flashlight with no working batteries, an empty lighter, and some assorted CD's. Willie, in anger and disappointment, slammed the glove box and pushed down on the gas with his remaining foot. He glanced down at the gas gauge only to see gas can symbol was now glowing a slight amber color. He kept on driving when suddenly the engine stopped it's continuous hum and eventually sputtered to a stop. all the lights went off the car set lifeless on the road. He turned the key in the ignition but nothing happened. The car had clearly died and at this point Willie was fed up. He hopped out of the pickup and opened the back up. He pulled out Jed's rifle and his backpack and returned to the front of the truck. He looked back at it once more and began his trek forward. Willie was depressed and was losing his will to survive at this point. He even thought about ending himself right there and leaving his body to rot and be eaten. Little did he know that in several minutes he would stumble upon a safe haven. His head hung low as he limped forward with the rifle and backpack weighting him down. He looked up occasionally to check for any walkers. They would occasionally shamble close enough for him to make an easy kill with his hunting knife but they never caused him any true trouble. About fifteen minutes after leaving the truck he saw a large cargo truck, like the ones in Vietnam only a newer model, filling in a gap in a wall. He recalled on the drive past this place there was a gate and the others didn't think it was close enough to supplies so they kept on driving. The gate had now obviously been ripped off and it lay in the middle of the road. There was blood all over the gate and three walkers trying to get over the truck's hood. Something was obviously on the other side and he knew this was his only chance for survival. He stealthily snuck up behind the walkers taking the straggler out first which alerted the other two. They jerked around and stumbled toward him. He pulled out his knife and drove it into the leading ones chin. Its body went limp and fell forward onto him. The other walker dove down to get Willie but the first corpse prevented this. Willie lay there on the concrete with walkers piling up on him. Another one came from behind his head and he stabbed that one as well. It followed suit and fell atop his weak body. There were about three live walkers now who were trying to get at Willie's flesh. Willie jerked his knife from the first walkers head and knew he had one more shot at this. He pulled off his backpack and managed to pull out his Colt. He began shooting the heads of the walkers and managed to get up. The shots attracted more so Willie made a run for the opening. He got over the truck and snuck into what seemed to be a farm. At this point two men had arrived outside the house and stared at him like he was a strange unknown creature.

Willie stood with his hands in the air and his weapons on the ground. His hands shook as he stared down the barrel of this new guy's browning. He swallowed and then managed to stutter a sentence. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about, but I aint with them bandits. I just watched 3 of my own grou- friends get brutally killed by some bastards with trucks and shit. I managed to get away but my truck broke down on the way here. I managed to get to this place and noticed the gate was ripped off from something. I got surrounded outside the entrance by biters and fled in here by instinct. I don't mean no trouble, I just needed stay here so those bandits don't get me." By now a whole group of people had gathered because of David's commands and Willie grazed over the variety with his eyes. They didn't seem hostile and he needed t prove he wasn't since he had snuck into their place armed. He slowly put one hand down and pulled up his pant leg revealing the prosthetic leg. "See? I couldn't do shit to you if I wanted. Now if you find it necessary to shoot me dead here then feel free to, but I beg you not too." Willie was talking without even thinking about his words. In his mind he was thinking about the bandits and how it was just like back in Vietnam. After he shook the memories of bloodshed he started connecting the dots about these bandits. They had attacked both his group and these new farm people. "Hey look at it this way. We both were attacked by these people, so we have a mutual disliking for them. Now I know I'm not much of a threat but I don know a thing or two about weapons and stuff from the war. I fought back in Vietnam a while ago. You guys look like you could use some tips, I mean you've seen them too right? These people have plenty of vehicles, guns, and even...an army of self trained soldiers. These guys aren't screwing around! We can make a move TOGETHER!" Willie was finished with his speech and was out of breath. He felt just like in the war, commanding people to get the job done. It felt good to see people, especially so many. They all stared at him in a mix of curiosity, confusion, and unrest. Willie stood looking awkwardly at the 10 new people awaiting their decision.

OOC((Ok well with that I will recreate this. I am now reintroducing Willie without al the bandit commotion. Therefore John was never kidnapped, Jesse was just a random girl that we know nothing more about so far and no one is worried about the bandits.
Also I will just say that Willie's group was killed by a random hoard and the hoard wasn't put there by the bandits.))

Willie slid over the hood of the truck that blocked the place where the gate previously sat and ran to the back of the house. He hunkered down and sat there thankful to be within somewhat protective walls.
OOC((Now from John's POV))
I slipped out the front door ready for us to leave and took a deep breath. The air had begun to cool down and I sensed that winter was coming. I wasn't positive because I had lost track of time and didn't know what the state's weather was like considering the fact I didn't grow up in Colorado. I pulled the bottle of pills from my backpack and popped one into my mouth. it slid down my throat and seemed to just sit there. I chased it with a little of my remaining water and returned the things to my backpack once more. Since Luna had given me the antibiotics I had been feeling better and the blood had stopped coming up when I coughed. I stepped back and took a last look at my surroundings before I would set off and leave the farm. I popped my head inside the door and called for Luna and Tallara. "Let's go you guys I'm ready to leave now! Tell David if he is coming to hurry up as well!" I closed the door back and waited for everyone to come out. I didn't want to leave Daniel without a gate for his farm so I decided we would leave the cargo truck and take one gas canister. I went over to where Elijah had stored his truck and opened the passenger door. There was a large pile of assorted cassette tapes that I pushed forward out of the way. I cleared off the seats for our trip. I picked the key up from the driver's seat and stuck it into the ignition. I picked upt he heavy toolbox form the back seat and threw it into the back of the truck. Their was about 4 seats, 5 if you got cramped in. There were three in the front and two behind those. The front seat was torn up leather and was one long booth that sat three people. The back was the same thing but there were only two spots. I pulled the truck up to the makeshift gate and waited for the others to come on out.