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**Enrique-The Bed and Breakfast**
Enrique had a rough time sleeping, he kept seeing Amanda in his dreams. He didnt let it show but he really was loosing it over her death. He had a plan for the day, he found cans and bottles around the house and walked outside. He set the cans far off on a stump outside the B&B. The bottles were set up at a further distance with a bit of dirty water in them. He entered the house and saw his pack waking up. He went up the stairs and made his way to the girl's room. He rounded the corner and saw Trey standing there. He walked towards the door and Trey moved aside. He looked at Trey when he spoke and smirked a bit.
"We train her up, the girl is gonna be one of us." Enrique said grabbing the handle and pushing the door open. His large frame filled the doorway and he made sure he spotted the girl immediately so she could make no secret attack. He pulled _La Pistola_ from his waist line and tossed it to the girl.
"You're coming with me," He said stepping outside the room and waiting with his arms crossed. He walked down the stairs and outside and waited leaning against the doorway.
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Enrique-The B&B- Emma
Enrique bent down and picked up the knife, he tossed it to Buck. He motioned for everyone to walk to the bed and breakfast, he pointed to Berkley and then to the shed. Berkley understood and moved to the shed checking for weapons or fuel. Enrique himself walked back to the Bed and Breakfast and instructed the rest of the scouts excluding Trey to go and unload the trucks, and then hide them nearby, and to remove to keys. He wanted to be as careful as possible, so long as no one knew where they were they could be safe. After everything was loaded inside the Pack was tasked with securing the bed and breakfast, looking for any side entrances, covering all the windows with cloth and cardboard and paper. Everyone restocked on ammo and got some food, Enrique had Trey tie Emma's hands but she could still wander around. She would be sleeping in a bedroom upstairs where Trey was to watch her. Enrique himself was sleeping in a corner on the ground floor, with a view of the front door. He had a small gas burner in front of him heating up a can of beans. Colton was sitting in a small wicker chair and cleaning his rifle, the two were having a casual conversation about the time before all this. And the movie that Buck had quoted earlier, Gladiator. Enrique was thinking about Sylar in the back of his mind, it wasnt exactly his worst fight but he could have done better. He thought about how Amanda would have reacted, then remembered it was Sylars fault. The bastard was the reason she was dead, he set the fire. It peeved at Enrique that there was no proof, it was unprovoked, but it helped him to have someone to blame. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, he shook one out and held it in his mouth. He stretched out his left leg and raised himself off the ground a bit so that he could reach into his back pocket, he felt the lighter and brought it out of his pocket. He lit his cigarette and then stuffed the lighter in his pocket. He took a short drag off the cigarette and then tapped the ashes off of it.
"Man I miss the old days, when it was simple, good guys and bad guys. Not scrounging for food, everyone for themselves no good, no bad, just people. And we gotta do what we gotta do to keep our people alive, and I fucking hate that. I have gone so far over the edge that I've just lost sight of the morality. I killed Sylar like it was nothing, I would have killed that kid who was aiming the rifle at me. Hell I fucking cut Georges throat for mentioning Amanda."
He took another long drag and blew the smoke upwards looking at the ceiling, "I think I'm loosing it Colton, I feel like I'm not just a survivor, I feel like a fucking bad guy."
"With all due respect," Colton said looking up from his rifle, "Bottle that shit up. If you loose your nerve, we get fucked. Understand? You are our leader, if you start having some emotional fucking crisis in the apocalypse, people die! And its a weakness to have those emotions, these guys? The Pack? They respect and love you out of fear, fear that if you arent leading them someone worse will. That they'll die without your leadership, so you bottle that emotion shit up."
Enrique smiled and looked at the intensity in Colton's eyes, he let out a chuckle and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"You are almost scary," He said laughing a bit. He took a final drag of his cigarette and then tossed the nub, he pulled the beans off the fire and began eating them with his knife blade. They were piping hot but it felt good, like warmth rising from his stomach. It made him chuckle and he offered some to Colton who graciously accepted.
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Enrique bent down and picked up the knife, he tossed it to Buck. He motioned for everyone to walk to the bed and breakfast, he pointed to Berkley and then to the shed. Berkley understood and moved to the shed checking for weapons or fuel. Enrique himself walked back to the Bed and Breakfast and instructed the rest of the scouts excluding Trey to go and unload the trucks, and then hide them nearby, and to remove to keys. He wanted to be as careful as possible, so long as no one knew where they were they could be safe. After everything was loaded inside the Pack was tasked with securing the bed and breakfast, looking for any side entrances, covering all the windows with cloth and cardboard and paper. Everyone restocked on ammo and got some food, Enrique had Trey tie Emma's hands but she could still wander around. She would be sleeping in a bedroom upstairs where Trey was to watch her. Enrique himself was sleeping in a corner on the ground floor, with a view of the front door. He had a small gas burner in front of him heating up a can of beans. Colton was sitting in a small wicker chair and cleaning his rifle, the two were having a casual conversation about the time before all this. And the movie that Buck had quoted earlier, Gladiator. Enrique was thinking about Sylar in the back of his mind, it wasnt exactly his worst fight but he could have done better. He thought about how Amanda would have reacted, then remembered it was Sylars fault. The bastard was the reason she was dead, he set the fire. It peeved at Enrique that there was no proof, it was unprovoked, but it helped him to have someone to blame. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, he shook one out and held it in his mouth. He stretched out his left leg and raised himself off the ground a bit so that he could reach into his back pocket, he felt the lighter and brought it out of his pocket. He lit his cigarette and then stuffed the lighter in his pocket. He took a short drag off the cigarette and then tapped the ashes off of it.
"Man I miss the old days, when it was simple, good guys and bad guys. Not scrounging for food, everyone for themselves no good, no bad, just people. And we gotta do what we gotta do to keep our people alive, and I fucking hate that. I have gone so far over the edge that I've just lost sight of the morality. I killed Sylar like it was nothing, I would have killed that kid who was aiming the rifle at me. Hell I fucking cut Georges throat for mentioning Amanda."
He took another long drag and blew the smoke upwards looking at the ceiling, "I think I'm loosing it Colton, I feel like I'm not just a survivor, I feel like a fucking bad guy."
"With all due respect," Colton said looking up from his rifle, "Bottle that shit up. If you loose your nerve, we get fucked. Understand? You are our leader, if you start having some emotional fucking crisis in the apocalypse, people die! And its a weakness to have those emotions, these guys? The Pack? They respect and love you out of fear, fear that if you arent leading them someone worse will. That they'll die without your leadership, so you bottle that emotion shit up."
Enrique smiled and looked at the intensity in Colton's eyes, he let out a chuckle and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"You are almost scary," He said laughing a bit. He took a final drag of his cigarette and then tossed the nub, he pulled the beans off the fire and began eating them with his knife blade. They were piping hot but it felt good, like warmth rising from his stomach. It made him chuckle and he offered some to Colton who graciously accepted.
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Enrique-The B&B- Pack/Emma
Enrique smiled as the little girl stabbed the corpse in the head, he let out a chuckle when Buck quoted Gladiator. He walked into the circle that had formed and looked around at his men, he kept the girl in his sight and spoke to all of them that had gathered.
"This little girl," Enrique said in a tone that could have been mistaken for anger, but quickly turned to happiness, "She's proven she has what it takes, even if it takes a shove to push it out of her. But she fucked this corpse right up, and she did it smart too, she didnt rush at it like one of us would've. She baited it, got her distance and crippled it, then went for the kill. She still has one more thing to prove"
He looked to the little girl and held out his left hand, he nodded towards the knife, "I'll be taking that back chiquita, we dont know if we can trust you so naturally we aint giving you no weapons."
He was prepared for her to try and attack, if she did he would simply grab her wrist and wrench the knife from her hands and sweep her feet so that she fell. He didnt want to but he certainly wouldnt think twice if he needed to.
Enrique smiled as the little girl stabbed the corpse in the head, he let out a chuckle when Buck quoted Gladiator. He walked into the circle that had formed and looked around at his men, he kept the girl in his sight and spoke to all of them that had gathered.
"This little girl," Enrique said in a tone that could have been mistaken for anger, but quickly turned to happiness, "She's proven she has what it takes, even if it takes a shove to push it out of her. But she fucked this corpse right up, and she did it smart too, she didnt rush at it like one of us would've. She baited it, got her distance and crippled it, then went for the kill. She still has one more thing to prove"
He looked to the little girl and held out his left hand, he nodded towards the knife, "I'll be taking that back chiquita, we dont know if we can trust you so naturally we aint giving you no weapons."
He was prepared for her to try and attack, if she did he would simply grab her wrist and wrench the knife from her hands and sweep her feet so that she fell. He didnt want to but he certainly wouldnt think twice if he needed to.
Enrique-Trucks-The Pack/Emma
Enrique looked up from the map in his hands and pointed to a dirt road that was coming up, he had the map sprawled out over the passenger side and folded it up quickly. The road they were going to take would lead to a little bed and breakfast where the boys could spend the night. He recalled the little girl in the Yukon, he didnt like Berkley being around her, that guy was a fucking lunatic. When they got to the Bed and Breakfast, Enrique would put the girl in her own room, where she could be watched but not interfered with. He watched as the place rolled into view, it had two stories, both made of brick. He saw several windows and one large wooden door, he spotted a shack out about 10 yards away from the main building. It looks like a tool shed but he couldnt he sure, the vehicle pulled up so that they were out of view from the road. He dismounted the vehicle and walked to the Yukon.
"Trey, take the girl inside, get her some food, and watch her carefully," He put emphasis on the last few words and grabbed Berkley out of the vehicle, "You come with me we're checking that shed, the rest of you boys clear that house and do a quick sweep of the woods around here. We meet back here in 15 minutes."
The pair walked to the shed guns in hand and noticed a lock on the shed. Berkley brought the butt of his 12 gauge down on the lock once, jarring the lock, then again snapping it off. The doors burst open and a corpse fell out onto Berkley, Enrique tossed his rifle in the air and caught the barrel in his hands so that it was aimed like a bat. He swung in a golf club motion on the zombies head knocking it off of Berkley and jarring its jaw. Enrique put his boot down on the creatures chest and held it there as it clawed at his jeans and snarled at him. He looked to Berkley and motioned for him to check the shed, Berkley pushed himself up and dusted himself off. He walked inside and tossed out some garden equipment, Enrique watched the corpse struggle under his foot, he looked into its eyes as it growled. He looked to Berkley as he came out of the shed tossing a pickaxe on the ground, Enrique saw a perfect opportunity in the moment.
"Tell Trey to bring that girl out here, she's about to earn her meal." Enrique said nodding towards the corpse, "I want to see how she does against a rotter."
Berkley jogged off towards the house and went inside and found Trey.
Enrique looked up from the map in his hands and pointed to a dirt road that was coming up, he had the map sprawled out over the passenger side and folded it up quickly. The road they were going to take would lead to a little bed and breakfast where the boys could spend the night. He recalled the little girl in the Yukon, he didnt like Berkley being around her, that guy was a fucking lunatic. When they got to the Bed and Breakfast, Enrique would put the girl in her own room, where she could be watched but not interfered with. He watched as the place rolled into view, it had two stories, both made of brick. He saw several windows and one large wooden door, he spotted a shack out about 10 yards away from the main building. It looks like a tool shed but he couldnt he sure, the vehicle pulled up so that they were out of view from the road. He dismounted the vehicle and walked to the Yukon.
"Trey, take the girl inside, get her some food, and watch her carefully," He put emphasis on the last few words and grabbed Berkley out of the vehicle, "You come with me we're checking that shed, the rest of you boys clear that house and do a quick sweep of the woods around here. We meet back here in 15 minutes."
The pair walked to the shed guns in hand and noticed a lock on the shed. Berkley brought the butt of his 12 gauge down on the lock once, jarring the lock, then again snapping it off. The doors burst open and a corpse fell out onto Berkley, Enrique tossed his rifle in the air and caught the barrel in his hands so that it was aimed like a bat. He swung in a golf club motion on the zombies head knocking it off of Berkley and jarring its jaw. Enrique put his boot down on the creatures chest and held it there as it clawed at his jeans and snarled at him. He looked to Berkley and motioned for him to check the shed, Berkley pushed himself up and dusted himself off. He walked inside and tossed out some garden equipment, Enrique watched the corpse struggle under his foot, he looked into its eyes as it growled. He looked to Berkley as he came out of the shed tossing a pickaxe on the ground, Enrique saw a perfect opportunity in the moment.
"Tell Trey to bring that girl out here, she's about to earn her meal." Enrique said nodding towards the corpse, "I want to see how she does against a rotter."
Berkley jogged off towards the house and went inside and found Trey.
Enrique-Cabin-Aftermath
Enrique noticed one of the men in front of him raise his rifle, Enrique began walking back to the truck and grabbed the assault rifle, he aimed it back at them then watched as one of the scouts tackled the other boy. He smiled and lowered his weapon, he turned to the hostages and waved his men off. He walked around them his rifle on his shoulder, staring each in the eyes.
"We're leaving you, before we leave I will be cutting you all loose, I'll toss some food to you lot. I am sorry for all this, but at least you didnt end up like Sylar," Enrique spoke to Danny especially, he took a knee in front of him, "You are a good man, and I hope you take good care of these people, its been fun."
Enrique stood and cut each of them loose. He walked to the hood of the truck where his possessions were, he fastened his axe to his belt then stuffed his pistol in his beltline and the knife in its sheath. He set down the rifle and pulled on his coat, he readjusted it and then grabbed the rifle. He shouted to his boys to mount up and told them to keep an eye on the scouts carefully. They all mounted up and Colton got into the same truck he had before, Enrique grabbed a satchel bag and filled it with some canned goods and a water bottle. He closed the trunk and tossed it down in front of the hostages, he climbed in the truck and watched the rear view as they bailed out of the area. He watched the scouts carefully, his mind raced thinking back towards the fight. Sylars last gurgles, what he might have been trying to say, it was a thought that had never left his mind after any time he had made such a personal kill. He slammed his fists on the dashboard making Colton jump, Enrique kept checking the rearview, if he spotted any scouts he was gonna have them turn around and fuck em up.
"Colton," Enrique said with a broad smile, "I feel like rolling down to Baton Rouge, I remember a nice little place down there called the Jumbalaya Shoppe, it had a painting on the wall outside with a crocodile playing an accordion and a crayfish stirring something in a big pot. Fantastic beef brisket, maybe we get down there and snag the left overs, if there are any."
Enrique noticed one of the men in front of him raise his rifle, Enrique began walking back to the truck and grabbed the assault rifle, he aimed it back at them then watched as one of the scouts tackled the other boy. He smiled and lowered his weapon, he turned to the hostages and waved his men off. He walked around them his rifle on his shoulder, staring each in the eyes.
"We're leaving you, before we leave I will be cutting you all loose, I'll toss some food to you lot. I am sorry for all this, but at least you didnt end up like Sylar," Enrique spoke to Danny especially, he took a knee in front of him, "You are a good man, and I hope you take good care of these people, its been fun."
Enrique stood and cut each of them loose. He walked to the hood of the truck where his possessions were, he fastened his axe to his belt then stuffed his pistol in his beltline and the knife in its sheath. He set down the rifle and pulled on his coat, he readjusted it and then grabbed the rifle. He shouted to his boys to mount up and told them to keep an eye on the scouts carefully. They all mounted up and Colton got into the same truck he had before, Enrique grabbed a satchel bag and filled it with some canned goods and a water bottle. He closed the trunk and tossed it down in front of the hostages, he climbed in the truck and watched the rear view as they bailed out of the area. He watched the scouts carefully, his mind raced thinking back towards the fight. Sylars last gurgles, what he might have been trying to say, it was a thought that had never left his mind after any time he had made such a personal kill. He slammed his fists on the dashboard making Colton jump, Enrique kept checking the rearview, if he spotted any scouts he was gonna have them turn around and fuck em up.
"Colton," Enrique said with a broad smile, "I feel like rolling down to Baton Rouge, I remember a nice little place down there called the Jumbalaya Shoppe, it had a painting on the wall outside with a crocodile playing an accordion and a crayfish stirring something in a big pot. Fantastic beef brisket, maybe we get down there and snag the left overs, if there are any."
Sorry it took me so long to get that post up, but I mean I take my time with my gore.
Enrique-The Cabin-El Perro De Infierno VS The Bowman
Enrique lowered his pistol and motioned for one of the Pack to take his place behind Daniel. The man came forward and Enrique stepped aside so he could aim his gun at Daniel's head. Enrique walked over to the hood of one of the trucks and set down his assault rifle, He waved Colton over. The boy walked over his eyes never leaving the scouts nearby.
"You cant be fucking serious," Colton said staring down the enemy.
Enrique pulled his pistol set the pistol on the hood of the truck and then unfastened his axe from his belt, he gingerly set it on the hood and then let out a chuckle. He pulled his knife out of its sheathe and tossed it on the hood. He removed his jacket and folded it setting it over his gear.
"Colton, if he wins, I want you to tell those hostages to run, then fight till the last man, assault them. Even if it means I die, and if they play dirty, you play smart. This is gonna end today one way or another."
Enrique walked towards the space between the scouts and the pack, he stretched out his shoulders and rolled them. He popped his knuckles then his neck.
"Gringo, I'm gonna enjoy knocking your skull into the fucking dirt, you are gonna suffer for what happened to her." Enrique said pure hatred in his voice, he continued walking so that he stopped in between the two groups, in front of Sylar. An arms distance away, staring him down with the cold dead eyes of a hungry dog ready for a meal. Sylar stared him down with intensity as well, Enrique initiated the combat. He dove forward his shoulder striking Sylar in the chest, Sylar managed to keep himself up and dug a downward elbow into Enrique's back, Enrique wrapped his arms around Sylar's stomach and lifted him up then brought him back down hard into the dirt. He pulled himself up just enough to throw a hard punch into Sylar's face. He saw blood spurt from his nose, Enrique laid another punch in as Sylar brought his knee into Enrique's ribs.
"Fuck you!" Sylar said pushing himself up and putting a knee in the right side Enrique's ribs. Enrique coughed up some vomit and swore in Spanish. He brought himself so that he was up on his knees and then dropped a hard elbow into the side of Sylar's left knee cap. The joint bent inwards and Sylar fell over clutching his leg, Enrique stood and stomped the joint several times hearing bone splinter as the area around the joint began to bleed through the pants. Enrique smiled and threw up a fist into the air, he let out a warriors battle cry and looked towards the scouts.
"Look at your leader!" Enrique said with might in his voice, "I have broke him! And in this world the broken do not live!"
Enrique turned back to Sylar and grabbed a nearby rock, he tossed it up in the air then caught it and repositioned it in his hand so that when he struck down its point would hit him in the head. Enrique knelt next to him and when Sylar brought his arm up in defense Enrique moved it aside with his left hand and brought the rock down hard in his right, the impact struck Sylar in the teeth, but he had no time to cry out before Enrique brought it down again this time on his right cheek caving it in. He brought it down a third time in the same place, this time knocking it far enough in the right eye fell out of socket, Enrique brought the rock down again and smashed the eye. Sylar let out a few loud gurgles but it wasnt enough to stop Enrique, he brought down the rock again smashing Sylar's nose in. Again. Again. Again. Again. Eventually Enrique was just slamming a rock into bloody bits of bones and flesh, Sylar had been gone for some time but Enrique kept slamming the rock down bloodying the dirt around him. He kept going until he got tired about 3 minutes later, he stood, and dropped the rock next to the puddle that was Sylars skull. He wiped his hands on Sylar's shirt and stood looking towards the scouts.
"Do as you were ordered, or my boys kill you like he would have you do to us." Enrique shouted his hands bloody, "I will personally grab my rifle and mow down all of you if you do not leave now. El Perro de infiernos esta suelto!" He said throwing his hands up in the air shouting into the sky. He walked back towards the truck and grabbed his rifle off the hood of the car and fired several rounds into the air. He sat there waiting, watching the scouts, his breathing was heavy and his heart pumped with speed.
Enrique lowered his pistol and motioned for one of the Pack to take his place behind Daniel. The man came forward and Enrique stepped aside so he could aim his gun at Daniel's head. Enrique walked over to the hood of one of the trucks and set down his assault rifle, He waved Colton over. The boy walked over his eyes never leaving the scouts nearby.
"You cant be fucking serious," Colton said staring down the enemy.
Enrique pulled his pistol set the pistol on the hood of the truck and then unfastened his axe from his belt, he gingerly set it on the hood and then let out a chuckle. He pulled his knife out of its sheathe and tossed it on the hood. He removed his jacket and folded it setting it over his gear.
"Colton, if he wins, I want you to tell those hostages to run, then fight till the last man, assault them. Even if it means I die, and if they play dirty, you play smart. This is gonna end today one way or another."
Enrique walked towards the space between the scouts and the pack, he stretched out his shoulders and rolled them. He popped his knuckles then his neck.
"Gringo, I'm gonna enjoy knocking your skull into the fucking dirt, you are gonna suffer for what happened to her." Enrique said pure hatred in his voice, he continued walking so that he stopped in between the two groups, in front of Sylar. An arms distance away, staring him down with the cold dead eyes of a hungry dog ready for a meal. Sylar stared him down with intensity as well, Enrique initiated the combat. He dove forward his shoulder striking Sylar in the chest, Sylar managed to keep himself up and dug a downward elbow into Enrique's back, Enrique wrapped his arms around Sylar's stomach and lifted him up then brought him back down hard into the dirt. He pulled himself up just enough to throw a hard punch into Sylar's face. He saw blood spurt from his nose, Enrique laid another punch in as Sylar brought his knee into Enrique's ribs.
"Fuck you!" Sylar said pushing himself up and putting a knee in the right side Enrique's ribs. Enrique coughed up some vomit and swore in Spanish. He brought himself so that he was up on his knees and then dropped a hard elbow into the side of Sylar's left knee cap. The joint bent inwards and Sylar fell over clutching his leg, Enrique stood and stomped the joint several times hearing bone splinter as the area around the joint began to bleed through the pants. Enrique smiled and threw up a fist into the air, he let out a warriors battle cry and looked towards the scouts.
"Look at your leader!" Enrique said with might in his voice, "I have broke him! And in this world the broken do not live!"
Enrique turned back to Sylar and grabbed a nearby rock, he tossed it up in the air then caught it and repositioned it in his hand so that when he struck down its point would hit him in the head. Enrique knelt next to him and when Sylar brought his arm up in defense Enrique moved it aside with his left hand and brought the rock down hard in his right, the impact struck Sylar in the teeth, but he had no time to cry out before Enrique brought it down again this time on his right cheek caving it in. He brought it down a third time in the same place, this time knocking it far enough in the right eye fell out of socket, Enrique brought the rock down again and smashed the eye. Sylar let out a few loud gurgles but it wasnt enough to stop Enrique, he brought down the rock again smashing Sylar's nose in. Again. Again. Again. Again. Eventually Enrique was just slamming a rock into bloody bits of bones and flesh, Sylar had been gone for some time but Enrique kept slamming the rock down bloodying the dirt around him. He kept going until he got tired about 3 minutes later, he stood, and dropped the rock next to the puddle that was Sylars skull. He wiped his hands on Sylar's shirt and stood looking towards the scouts.
"Do as you were ordered, or my boys kill you like he would have you do to us." Enrique shouted his hands bloody, "I will personally grab my rifle and mow down all of you if you do not leave now. El Perro de infiernos esta suelto!" He said throwing his hands up in the air shouting into the sky. He walked back towards the truck and grabbed his rifle off the hood of the car and fired several rounds into the air. He sat there waiting, watching the scouts, his breathing was heavy and his heart pumped with speed.
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