Alex Walker
@WalkerWillWin
Name: Alex Walker.
Age: 23 years, when the world ended.
Former Occupation: A highly decorated U.S. Military member, Auto shop owner.
Face Claim: Ryan Gosling.
Status: Alive and well.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
Family: As a kid, Alex lived in a nice home. With his two kind parents and younger sister, Alison. His younger sister was the light of his life. The only person he would do anything for.. After the apocalypse, the 7 year old was lost.. As she was lost, their parents were killed.Family; As a kid, Alex lived in a nice home. With his two kind parents and younger sister, Alison. His younger sister was the light of his life. The only person he would do anything for.. After the apocalypse, the 7 year old was lost.. As she was lost, their parents were killed.
Mental; Being in the Military for nearly five years, serving three 12-month deployments in Afghanistan, Alex was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Memories of the bloody war always haunted his mind while he was asleep. After losing his sister, Alex was never himself. He kept going into her room, crying to himself in the dark.
Description; Alex is a tall, muscular man. With his sharp jawline, and perfect blue- green eyes, he was considered attractive. He always kept his dark blonde hair cut short, always allowing stubble to cover his face. No matter how much he's been through, he can always find the least bit of hope when none is visible.
Weapons; Alex had a variety of handguns and rifles in the basement of his parent's home. Deciding to stay there during the apocalypse, he was never unarmed.
BIO; Shortly after returning home on his last deployment as a marine for the U.S., Alex retired. Deciding to start an Auto Shop business, spending more time with his family. When reports started coming in, he had his home on lockdown. Deciding to do whatever he found fit to protect his precious family. During an attack, he hid his young sister safely in an old building. Meanwhile, his parents were killed, allowing him to escape. Returning to the building to collect his sister, she was gone. Disappeared.. Heartbroken, he searches for her every day. Alison was out there.. He knew she was..
Age: 23 years, when the world ended.
Former Occupation: A highly decorated U.S. Military member, Auto shop owner.
Face Claim: Ryan Gosling.
Status: Alive and well.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
Family: As a kid, Alex lived in a nice home. With his two kind parents and younger sister, Alison. His younger sister was the light of his life. The only person he would do anything for.. After the apocalypse, the 7 year old was lost.. As she was lost, their parents were killed.Family; As a kid, Alex lived in a nice home. With his two kind parents and younger sister, Alison. His younger sister was the light of his life. The only person he would do anything for.. After the apocalypse, the 7 year old was lost.. As she was lost, their parents were killed.
Mental; Being in the Military for nearly five years, serving three 12-month deployments in Afghanistan, Alex was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Memories of the bloody war always haunted his mind while he was asleep. After losing his sister, Alex was never himself. He kept going into her room, crying to himself in the dark.
Description; Alex is a tall, muscular man. With his sharp jawline, and perfect blue- green eyes, he was considered attractive. He always kept his dark blonde hair cut short, always allowing stubble to cover his face. No matter how much he's been through, he can always find the least bit of hope when none is visible.
Weapons; Alex had a variety of handguns and rifles in the basement of his parent's home. Deciding to stay there during the apocalypse, he was never unarmed.
BIO; Shortly after returning home on his last deployment as a marine for the U.S., Alex retired. Deciding to start an Auto Shop business, spending more time with his family. When reports started coming in, he had his home on lockdown. Deciding to do whatever he found fit to protect his precious family. During an attack, he hid his young sister safely in an old building. Meanwhile, his parents were killed, allowing him to escape. Returning to the building to collect his sister, she was gone. Disappeared.. Heartbroken, he searches for her every day. Alison was out there.. He knew she was..
The Voice
Alex lays in the bed, his stomach full of mushroom soup from earlier. His thoughts kept wandering. From his drinking, to Megara, to the small boy, wandering the woods. His thoughts were unstable. He was unable to control his own mind. Once again, that voice had come to him. Taking over his body, forcing him to consume intoxicating liquid. The voice that usually only visited while he was drunk.. It preyed on him, like a strong lion hunting a field mouse. It took advantage with ease, slowly driving it's host insane.
No matter what it is, it seems closer to reality than ever these days. Whispering horrible things to him. Terrible things.. Although he'd never admit it, Alex feared the voice. The voice that occupied his mind. He feared that it would one day overtake him and he wouldn't be able to stop it before it was too late. For example, the drinking. The voice made him do that. But he stopped it. Just in time.
"It's your fault they're dead, Alex." it whispered to him. Upon hearing this, Alex's eyes flung open. Megara wouldn't be here to save him now. He had to take care of this. By himself.
"No.. I didn't. It was the roamers. The roamers killed them.." Alex spoke aloud, speaking back to his wicked conscience. Through these words, his mind grew cluttered. With harsh memories of his family, being torn apart as zombies.
The evil voice embedded in his mind, almost as if it had a mind of it's own. The one true thing that could possibly overtake his being. Make him do things he would regret completely.
/"If you'd protected them, that wouldn't have happened, Alex."/ The voice hissed in his ear. /"Alex, kill yourself."/
These words in particular disturbed him. If that voice could force him to drink again, could it make him commit suicide? What would Megara think, finding Alex's corpse?
"No.. No!" He sat up, yelling at himself. There had to be some way to control this.. Some way..
Alex shook his head. He wouldn't allow himself to believe such nonsense. How could it be Alex's fault? He didn't put a bullet in their brains. Well, technically he had to.. But, for good reason! To put them out of their misery! Alex wouldn't be able to live with himself, knowing they were walking around, as one of /them./
"No! I didn't kill them!" He yelled, expecting The Voice to recoil. But, it didn't.. That's what worried Alex the most. Through his short experiences with his conscience, it's most dangerous when it remains silent. It's planning something.. Was that even possible? For a conscience to plot against it's host?
"You will die soon, Alex." It finally mumbled. These words sent chills down his spine. Could his mind, kill him? Did that even make any sense?
Alex shook his head. No, no, no.. "Something as little as my conscience cannot overcome my body.." He thought to himself.
"Don't think that, Alex. I did last night." The Voice muttered. It made Alex falter. He rubbed his face with his sweaty palms.
"This isn't real. You're not real.." Alex's voice muttered, speaking almost directly to The Voice. No way it can be real.. It was nothing but a voice inside his head. Maybe some of Alex's previous thoughts, haunting him.
"I'm very real, Alex. I am stronger than you think." It whispered again. The voice grew darker, sounding more and more evil by every passing moment,
"No. You're not stronger than me, you're weaker.. Who are you..?" Alex's voice produced a slight whisper, trembling more than ever. It was obvious that Alex feared his conscience. Nobody else may know but, The Voice sure as hell knew.
Alex fell back onto the bed, fearfully closing his eyes. Maybe his conscience couldn't bother him if he were asleep. No matter how much sense it /didn't/ make, he was willing to try.
He had expected the apocalypse-dream-norm. To be flooded with nightmares of the creatures, cruel images of his loved ones. He was wrong. Once asleep, his mind whisked him away to a dark, cold room.
The air around his tasted muggy. The single light source of the room was pointed directly at him, leaving the rest of the area black as night.
"He-Hello? Alex called out, trembling with fear. No answer replied from around him. Only, within him.
"Hello, Alex." The voice sounded familiar, maybe a twisted version of his own.
Alex looked around the dark room, blinking blindly. Attempting to identify the source of the sound. Had it come from inside him? Was it behind him, beside him? Alex had no way of knowing. The bright light shining down on him made it impossible to view his surroundings.
"Who are you.. Where am I?" Alex mumbled, squinting in the light. The light seemed beautiful. Almost like the most innocent thing in the room. A diamond in the rubble.
"I'm you, Alex." There it was again. That -Voice.- Coming from, nowhere? No.. It was coming from somewhere.
"You're not me.. I'm me.. Where are you?" The poor man muttered again. There was only one Alex. Or so he thought..
"I'm inside of you, around you. I'm everywhere, Alex." It muttered. The tone of voice was gradually growing darker, getting louder. Almost as if the source was approaching him..
Alex shook his head. No way.. No way in hell. Alex is Alex. No mysterious /other/ Alex. "What do you mean?" He mumbled, frequently looking around the room. It seemed like he was alone.. He definitely was not. The room had an evil, dark feeling..
The light began to fade, to a mere twinkle. Alex quivered silently as a dark figure approached him. Darker than the dark surrounding him.. if that even makes sense.
"I am the darkness inside of you, the evil willing to break free, to release my wrath upon you, and others..." The voice whispered. It definitely came from inside of his head. The figure standing before him stared him down, almost like they were having a conversation..
The figure stood silently, tilting it's head, almost curiously. As it stepped closer, Alex could see the true evil of it's being. Just by looking at it.
The form nearest to him was hardly human. The dark, almost faceless head glared into his eyes. The thing's eyes were two symmetrical circles. It didn't have pupils, just white eyes. It's mouth lolled open, revealing long fangs. The teeth dripped with some sort of liquid.. maybe blood. Standing tall, it's arms lazily swayed beside it, giving an almost sadistic impression.
"I-I'll kill you, first!" Alex yelled, backing away. No matter the fear he felt, he had to be brave. he had to beat this demon.The creature curled over in laughter. Only, the laughter was inside Alex's head..
"To kill me is to kill yourself." It echoed inside his head. The figure supposedly speaking, regaining it's tall, dark stance.
"So be it!" He yelled, lunging at the form, missing it completely. It seemed like Alex floated right through it.. falling into the darkness behind the light.
In the darkness, Alex was blinded. The only thing he was able to see was constant hands grabbing at him, teeth clicking around his body. They creatures crowding him resembled those of which stood outside his door, threatening to bite off his neck. In the few seconds he remained in the darkness, Alex felt hopeless. Like he was going to die right there. But no. Not now.
Almost instantly, Alex flung himself back into the safety of the light, escaping the teeth by centimeters. Once in the light, Alex was safe. Safe from the creatures surrounding him in the dark. He also regained the hope that he had before. Raising his brow, Alex cowered in the light. The protection shining around him.
"Getting smart, are we?" The Voice whispered to him. The figure drew closer now, standing in Alex's shadow. Hissing at the light.
It suddenly made sense. The faded light, protecting him, was the shattered fragments of hope he still held. The only thing keeping him safe from those creatures was, the least bit of hope he still held. In order to defeat The Voice, and the other evil in the dark of lost hope, Alex would have to regain his hope. Through this knowledge, he could win. He could finally beat the wicked conscience inside of him.
"I know how to defeat you, now.." Alex muttered, breathing heavily. Looking up at the figure standing in the darkness. His voice transformed into a stronger tone, echoing throughout the room.
"Is that so? How do you plan on doing that?" It curled over once more, laughing at him.
Alex stood tall, gathering his courage. Thinking about the words to come, tears threatened to pour from his eyes. "Randall. Is. Alive. Allison's death was -NOT- my fault! RANDALL IS ALIVE!" He screamed, gradually crescendoing his voice.
The light grew brighter.
Standing alone in the small light, Alex raged, screaming as loudly as he could. He silently prayed to himself that the rise of hope would expand the light, further protecting him.
"RANDY IS ALIVE! THERE IS HOPE," The dark figure began backing away, the small light, strengthening. He was doing it.. Alex was beating the Voice, beating himself.
Little by little, Alex's voice grew. From a mere Pianissimo to Mezzo Forte, eventually reaching Fortissimo. The strength behind his words killed the creatures in the darkness, their whimpers hardly audible.
"Nooo!!" The word echoed inside of him, sounding more like a cry. A cry of losing hope. One that Alex could relate to..
"THERE IS HOPE LEFT! I HAVE HOPE FOR RANDALL!" Alex screamed louder. The Voice could no longed be heard, deep within him. His conscience, slowly dying. The light traveled throughout the room, killing all the deadly creatures, created with lost hope. The evil figure cowered in one of the still-dark corners. Gathering up his courage, his hope, Alex approached the figure.
"You may not think there is hope. But, there is." He said, almost mocking the creature. Now that Alex has regained his hope, for good now, he could brave the evil within him, overcoming it.
"THERE IS HOPE!" With that last bellow, the light stretched further, invading the small corner where The Voice was cowering. As the light hit it's skin, the figure's skin burned off. Sort of similar to a vampire's in a movie. Forbidden to bathe in the dangerous sunlight, the figure left nothing but a pile of ash.
"There is hope. I told you there was hope." Alex said, walking away from the small pile of dust. His voice grew retained the tone of a slight whimper.
Approaching the middle of the room, another figure appeared to him. Not a dark, evil figure. But a light, childish figure. The familiar boy floated towards him.
"I'm alive, Alex." A voice rung in his head. It wasn't evil, didn't speak in any kind of dark tone. In fact, he voice wasn't even his. It was Randall's. That very boy stood before him now.
"I know, Randy." Alex said, a smile forming on his lips. A smile filled with new found hope."I know."
After the echo of his words disappeared in the muggy air, the faint boy nodded. Giving a smile in return.
Then, Alex woke up.
Upon reopening his eyes, he felt different. His mind was safer, no longer occupied of the evil voice. Alex didn't fear the evil anymore, he knew how to defeat it. With the strength of hope.
No matter what it is, it seems closer to reality than ever these days. Whispering horrible things to him. Terrible things.. Although he'd never admit it, Alex feared the voice. The voice that occupied his mind. He feared that it would one day overtake him and he wouldn't be able to stop it before it was too late. For example, the drinking. The voice made him do that. But he stopped it. Just in time.
"It's your fault they're dead, Alex." it whispered to him. Upon hearing this, Alex's eyes flung open. Megara wouldn't be here to save him now. He had to take care of this. By himself.
"No.. I didn't. It was the roamers. The roamers killed them.." Alex spoke aloud, speaking back to his wicked conscience. Through these words, his mind grew cluttered. With harsh memories of his family, being torn apart as zombies.
The evil voice embedded in his mind, almost as if it had a mind of it's own. The one true thing that could possibly overtake his being. Make him do things he would regret completely.
/"If you'd protected them, that wouldn't have happened, Alex."/ The voice hissed in his ear. /"Alex, kill yourself."/
These words in particular disturbed him. If that voice could force him to drink again, could it make him commit suicide? What would Megara think, finding Alex's corpse?
"No.. No!" He sat up, yelling at himself. There had to be some way to control this.. Some way..
Alex shook his head. He wouldn't allow himself to believe such nonsense. How could it be Alex's fault? He didn't put a bullet in their brains. Well, technically he had to.. But, for good reason! To put them out of their misery! Alex wouldn't be able to live with himself, knowing they were walking around, as one of /them./
"No! I didn't kill them!" He yelled, expecting The Voice to recoil. But, it didn't.. That's what worried Alex the most. Through his short experiences with his conscience, it's most dangerous when it remains silent. It's planning something.. Was that even possible? For a conscience to plot against it's host?
"You will die soon, Alex." It finally mumbled. These words sent chills down his spine. Could his mind, kill him? Did that even make any sense?
Alex shook his head. No, no, no.. "Something as little as my conscience cannot overcome my body.." He thought to himself.
"Don't think that, Alex. I did last night." The Voice muttered. It made Alex falter. He rubbed his face with his sweaty palms.
"This isn't real. You're not real.." Alex's voice muttered, speaking almost directly to The Voice. No way it can be real.. It was nothing but a voice inside his head. Maybe some of Alex's previous thoughts, haunting him.
"I'm very real, Alex. I am stronger than you think." It whispered again. The voice grew darker, sounding more and more evil by every passing moment,
"No. You're not stronger than me, you're weaker.. Who are you..?" Alex's voice produced a slight whisper, trembling more than ever. It was obvious that Alex feared his conscience. Nobody else may know but, The Voice sure as hell knew.
Alex fell back onto the bed, fearfully closing his eyes. Maybe his conscience couldn't bother him if he were asleep. No matter how much sense it /didn't/ make, he was willing to try.
He had expected the apocalypse-dream-norm. To be flooded with nightmares of the creatures, cruel images of his loved ones. He was wrong. Once asleep, his mind whisked him away to a dark, cold room.
The air around his tasted muggy. The single light source of the room was pointed directly at him, leaving the rest of the area black as night.
"He-Hello? Alex called out, trembling with fear. No answer replied from around him. Only, within him.
"Hello, Alex." The voice sounded familiar, maybe a twisted version of his own.
Alex looked around the dark room, blinking blindly. Attempting to identify the source of the sound. Had it come from inside him? Was it behind him, beside him? Alex had no way of knowing. The bright light shining down on him made it impossible to view his surroundings.
"Who are you.. Where am I?" Alex mumbled, squinting in the light. The light seemed beautiful. Almost like the most innocent thing in the room. A diamond in the rubble.
"I'm you, Alex." There it was again. That -Voice.- Coming from, nowhere? No.. It was coming from somewhere.
"You're not me.. I'm me.. Where are you?" The poor man muttered again. There was only one Alex. Or so he thought..
"I'm inside of you, around you. I'm everywhere, Alex." It muttered. The tone of voice was gradually growing darker, getting louder. Almost as if the source was approaching him..
Alex shook his head. No way.. No way in hell. Alex is Alex. No mysterious /other/ Alex. "What do you mean?" He mumbled, frequently looking around the room. It seemed like he was alone.. He definitely was not. The room had an evil, dark feeling..
The light began to fade, to a mere twinkle. Alex quivered silently as a dark figure approached him. Darker than the dark surrounding him.. if that even makes sense.
"I am the darkness inside of you, the evil willing to break free, to release my wrath upon you, and others..." The voice whispered. It definitely came from inside of his head. The figure standing before him stared him down, almost like they were having a conversation..
The figure stood silently, tilting it's head, almost curiously. As it stepped closer, Alex could see the true evil of it's being. Just by looking at it.
The form nearest to him was hardly human. The dark, almost faceless head glared into his eyes. The thing's eyes were two symmetrical circles. It didn't have pupils, just white eyes. It's mouth lolled open, revealing long fangs. The teeth dripped with some sort of liquid.. maybe blood. Standing tall, it's arms lazily swayed beside it, giving an almost sadistic impression.
"I-I'll kill you, first!" Alex yelled, backing away. No matter the fear he felt, he had to be brave. he had to beat this demon.The creature curled over in laughter. Only, the laughter was inside Alex's head..
"To kill me is to kill yourself." It echoed inside his head. The figure supposedly speaking, regaining it's tall, dark stance.
"So be it!" He yelled, lunging at the form, missing it completely. It seemed like Alex floated right through it.. falling into the darkness behind the light.
In the darkness, Alex was blinded. The only thing he was able to see was constant hands grabbing at him, teeth clicking around his body. They creatures crowding him resembled those of which stood outside his door, threatening to bite off his neck. In the few seconds he remained in the darkness, Alex felt hopeless. Like he was going to die right there. But no. Not now.
Almost instantly, Alex flung himself back into the safety of the light, escaping the teeth by centimeters. Once in the light, Alex was safe. Safe from the creatures surrounding him in the dark. He also regained the hope that he had before. Raising his brow, Alex cowered in the light. The protection shining around him.
"Getting smart, are we?" The Voice whispered to him. The figure drew closer now, standing in Alex's shadow. Hissing at the light.
It suddenly made sense. The faded light, protecting him, was the shattered fragments of hope he still held. The only thing keeping him safe from those creatures was, the least bit of hope he still held. In order to defeat The Voice, and the other evil in the dark of lost hope, Alex would have to regain his hope. Through this knowledge, he could win. He could finally beat the wicked conscience inside of him.
"I know how to defeat you, now.." Alex muttered, breathing heavily. Looking up at the figure standing in the darkness. His voice transformed into a stronger tone, echoing throughout the room.
"Is that so? How do you plan on doing that?" It curled over once more, laughing at him.
Alex stood tall, gathering his courage. Thinking about the words to come, tears threatened to pour from his eyes. "Randall. Is. Alive. Allison's death was -NOT- my fault! RANDALL IS ALIVE!" He screamed, gradually crescendoing his voice.
The light grew brighter.
Standing alone in the small light, Alex raged, screaming as loudly as he could. He silently prayed to himself that the rise of hope would expand the light, further protecting him.
"RANDY IS ALIVE! THERE IS HOPE," The dark figure began backing away, the small light, strengthening. He was doing it.. Alex was beating the Voice, beating himself.
Little by little, Alex's voice grew. From a mere Pianissimo to Mezzo Forte, eventually reaching Fortissimo. The strength behind his words killed the creatures in the darkness, their whimpers hardly audible.
"Nooo!!" The word echoed inside of him, sounding more like a cry. A cry of losing hope. One that Alex could relate to..
"THERE IS HOPE LEFT! I HAVE HOPE FOR RANDALL!" Alex screamed louder. The Voice could no longed be heard, deep within him. His conscience, slowly dying. The light traveled throughout the room, killing all the deadly creatures, created with lost hope. The evil figure cowered in one of the still-dark corners. Gathering up his courage, his hope, Alex approached the figure.
"You may not think there is hope. But, there is." He said, almost mocking the creature. Now that Alex has regained his hope, for good now, he could brave the evil within him, overcoming it.
"THERE IS HOPE!" With that last bellow, the light stretched further, invading the small corner where The Voice was cowering. As the light hit it's skin, the figure's skin burned off. Sort of similar to a vampire's in a movie. Forbidden to bathe in the dangerous sunlight, the figure left nothing but a pile of ash.
"There is hope. I told you there was hope." Alex said, walking away from the small pile of dust. His voice grew retained the tone of a slight whimper.
Approaching the middle of the room, another figure appeared to him. Not a dark, evil figure. But a light, childish figure. The familiar boy floated towards him.
"I'm alive, Alex." A voice rung in his head. It wasn't evil, didn't speak in any kind of dark tone. In fact, he voice wasn't even his. It was Randall's. That very boy stood before him now.
"I know, Randy." Alex said, a smile forming on his lips. A smile filled with new found hope."I know."
After the echo of his words disappeared in the muggy air, the faint boy nodded. Giving a smile in return.
Then, Alex woke up.
Upon reopening his eyes, he felt different. His mind was safer, no longer occupied of the evil voice. Alex didn't fear the evil anymore, he knew how to defeat it. With the strength of hope.
Unfinished Business
"You're a monster, Alex." The Voice filled Alex's head once more, the words tearing through his head with ease. They seemed as clear as day, being spoken into his ears as though, there was a man right beside Alex. But, there wasn't. This came from the inside.
"I killed him." Alex's own words came out in a hoarse whisper, echoing on the walls of his family home. The family that was gone now. All of them. One by one. His father. Mother. Allison. Randall.
Alex could see them all now. Sitting in the room around him. But, they weren't themselves. They were faint, translucent figures. Clearly not actually there. But, they were the images Alex's mind projected. These hallucinations were his punishment. Punishment for the worst thing he could have ever done.
In his palm, he held a Glock 12. An average handgun, that could send a bullet through his skull with ease. He'd never thought about suicide this much. However, it wasn't Alex walker doing the thinking.
He slowly rose the gun, pressing it against his left temple. Alex's hand held it their, lazily. The weak elbow drooping low. The question now. Could he pull the trigger? Could he end it all?
Apparently not.
It seemed like days. That Alex sat there, the gun piercing his temple. But little did he know, it was only a couple of hours. Tears effortlessly poured from his eyes.
That was it. Alex Walker had broken down. Again. He couldn't find the will to pull the trigger, nor to put the gun down. He was torn, between life and death. Alex didn't deserve to live. After all he's done.... or at least, that's what he thought.
"No." Alex's voice spoke once more. This time, evil. Dark. Just not good. Something changed at that moment. Something deep inside him. Alex was different. A new man.
A much worse one, at that.
He broke the dreamy gaze he had, looking to each one of his family members surrounding him. The hand holding the gun, moving away. The barrel left his
temple, tracing straight at Allison's head.
BOOM!
The hallucination of his sister disappeared, a bullet whizzing through her, burying deep into the sofa where he saw the girl. When he no longer saw the child, a smile rose across his lips.
He continued to do the same to the rest of his family.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Bullets invaded the translucent foreheads of his parents. Their faint forms, faded into nothing.
Alex then turned the barrel to Randall. But, the little boy's figure had moved. Standing directly in front of Alex.
Looking deep into the pleading eyes of Randall Knight, Alex didn't give it a second thought.
BOOM!
...
Setting the gun on a coffee table beside him, Alex pulled himself to his feet. He had some business to take care of.
Walking in a slow, lurking pace, Alex approached the table beside the front door. He grabbed a small radio that was left for him. He snapped it on, speaking directly into the mic.
"Cannon. It's Walker. I need a ride."
"I killed him." Alex's own words came out in a hoarse whisper, echoing on the walls of his family home. The family that was gone now. All of them. One by one. His father. Mother. Allison. Randall.
Alex could see them all now. Sitting in the room around him. But, they weren't themselves. They were faint, translucent figures. Clearly not actually there. But, they were the images Alex's mind projected. These hallucinations were his punishment. Punishment for the worst thing he could have ever done.
In his palm, he held a Glock 12. An average handgun, that could send a bullet through his skull with ease. He'd never thought about suicide this much. However, it wasn't Alex walker doing the thinking.
He slowly rose the gun, pressing it against his left temple. Alex's hand held it their, lazily. The weak elbow drooping low. The question now. Could he pull the trigger? Could he end it all?
Apparently not.
It seemed like days. That Alex sat there, the gun piercing his temple. But little did he know, it was only a couple of hours. Tears effortlessly poured from his eyes.
That was it. Alex Walker had broken down. Again. He couldn't find the will to pull the trigger, nor to put the gun down. He was torn, between life and death. Alex didn't deserve to live. After all he's done.... or at least, that's what he thought.
"No." Alex's voice spoke once more. This time, evil. Dark. Just not good. Something changed at that moment. Something deep inside him. Alex was different. A new man.
A much worse one, at that.
He broke the dreamy gaze he had, looking to each one of his family members surrounding him. The hand holding the gun, moving away. The barrel left his
temple, tracing straight at Allison's head.
BOOM!
The hallucination of his sister disappeared, a bullet whizzing through her, burying deep into the sofa where he saw the girl. When he no longer saw the child, a smile rose across his lips.
He continued to do the same to the rest of his family.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Bullets invaded the translucent foreheads of his parents. Their faint forms, faded into nothing.
Alex then turned the barrel to Randall. But, the little boy's figure had moved. Standing directly in front of Alex.
Looking deep into the pleading eyes of Randall Knight, Alex didn't give it a second thought.
BOOM!
...
Setting the gun on a coffee table beside him, Alex pulled himself to his feet. He had some business to take care of.
Walking in a slow, lurking pace, Alex approached the table beside the front door. He grabbed a small radio that was left for him. He snapped it on, speaking directly into the mic.
"Cannon. It's Walker. I need a ride."
Unfinished Business
part two
Unfinished Business
Part 2.
"He's not comin'." Alex spoke quietly, shaking his head.
It had been days since he called Cannon, maybe even weeks. But here he sat, stooping lower with each passing hour. Since he'd killed that man, Alex wasn't himself.
Did that man kill Randall? Maybe. But, there was no way to prove it.
The neighborhood grew more dangerous as time slipped by. The gunshots from the previous days had attracted the curious creatures, in their search for a slab of meat to munch on.
Alex did close to nothing; laying in bed all day, cleaning his guns. The demons occupying his mind made it a strain to keep steady thoughts, the few managed being morphed into something much worse.
He was trying, but he wasn't succeeding.
Sleep proved difficulty, nearly impossible to rest for more than three hours at a time. Every time he closed his eyes, images of Randall, Allison, and that man would fill his mind. The dreams seemed to be more of a problem for him than the zombies knocking on his front door.
Suicide was an option that came to him quite often. Alex would find himself with a gun pressed to his chin, without any knowledge of how it got there. The bitter feeling of complete helplessness and loneliness got to him. Alex was falling apart of the inside; his soul decaying at a high rate.
Now, Alex stood in his backyard. The privacy fence surrounding his yard kept him safe, blocking the vision of hungry walkers.
In front of him, four makeshift crosses poked from overturned earth. Four zombified bodies laying deep, buried in the ground. His family.
Alex was silent, his teeth chatting away as a chilling breeze swiped by his bare skin. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't will himself to open his numb jaw to say it. Dumfounded, the shivering man just kept up a dreary gaze at the graves.
After a while, Alex would just stumble back inside, only to pass out on the wrecked couch.
This was his daily routine, and that wouldn't change anytime soon.
Or, perhaps, it could?
Part 2.
"He's not comin'." Alex spoke quietly, shaking his head.
It had been days since he called Cannon, maybe even weeks. But here he sat, stooping lower with each passing hour. Since he'd killed that man, Alex wasn't himself.
Did that man kill Randall? Maybe. But, there was no way to prove it.
The neighborhood grew more dangerous as time slipped by. The gunshots from the previous days had attracted the curious creatures, in their search for a slab of meat to munch on.
Alex did close to nothing; laying in bed all day, cleaning his guns. The demons occupying his mind made it a strain to keep steady thoughts, the few managed being morphed into something much worse.
He was trying, but he wasn't succeeding.
Sleep proved difficulty, nearly impossible to rest for more than three hours at a time. Every time he closed his eyes, images of Randall, Allison, and that man would fill his mind. The dreams seemed to be more of a problem for him than the zombies knocking on his front door.
Suicide was an option that came to him quite often. Alex would find himself with a gun pressed to his chin, without any knowledge of how it got there. The bitter feeling of complete helplessness and loneliness got to him. Alex was falling apart of the inside; his soul decaying at a high rate.
Now, Alex stood in his backyard. The privacy fence surrounding his yard kept him safe, blocking the vision of hungry walkers.
In front of him, four makeshift crosses poked from overturned earth. Four zombified bodies laying deep, buried in the ground. His family.
Alex was silent, his teeth chatting away as a chilling breeze swiped by his bare skin. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't will himself to open his numb jaw to say it. Dumfounded, the shivering man just kept up a dreary gaze at the graves.
After a while, Alex would just stumble back inside, only to pass out on the wrecked couch.
This was his daily routine, and that wouldn't change anytime soon.
Or, perhaps, it could?
Ginger's notes
After a while with Elowyn, I started sprouting new ideas for a new character. It wasn't until a friend of mine from Twitter came to me with an SL idea that I created Alex. There was this young girl, Allison Walker, that came to Elowyn. My friend owned Allison. We talked it out, and decided that I would create her brother, Alex. Many things went as planned, and many things didn't. I soon met a new friend, who goes by Pooh. Her Megara met with Alex and we RPed together for three months. During the time, they had found Allison dead and explored each other's point of view. But, unfortunately, Megara had to leave. Now, Alex is all alone. He's a broken soul with no companion. He is probably one of my favorites out of all my characters. And I am in desperate search of somebody to RP with him.