| “ | We do what we need to do and then we get to live. But no matter what we find in D.C., I know we’ll be okay. Because this is how we survive. We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.
— Rick Grimes
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Rick Grimes was a King County sheriff's deputy who was shot and put in a coma only to wake up and find himself in the middle of an undead apocalypse. He travelled to Atlanta, Georgia looking for his family, Lori Grimes, his wife and Carl Grimes, his son who had travelled to Atlanta with his best friend, Shane Walsh, in search of a safe-haven.
Upon awakening, he discovers that the hospital and town have been overrun by the undead. He eventually escapes the hospital unscathed but exhausted due to his lack of medical attention. Two survivors, Morgan Jones and his son Duane, confuse Grimes for a zombie and knock him out. They soon realise he is a true human survivor and let him go.
He trains the Jones family and supplies them with weapons from the Cynthiana Police Department. Grimes leaves the two to fend for themselves. After his vehicle runs out of gas, Grimes acquires a horse which takes him to Atlanta where he is swarmed by zombies. He narrowly escapes and burrows himself inside an M1A2 Abrams tank. Grimes is given advice and a way out from a stranger who radioed into the tank. Rick follows the voice's advice and breaks free only armed with a 12-round Beretta.
He meets up with a young Korean-American by the name of Glenn. He joins Glenn's group and proceeds on an adventure of rescuing other survivors and battling the walking dead.
Battle vs. Frank West (by MovieStuff65)[]
“Mr. West, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Frank finishes loading his “Broken Butterfly” revolver. “Son, you don’t have to worry. I may be older than the rest of you lot, but I’ve covered wars.” He smiles smugly as he finishes preparing his gear. “Okay Mr. West, pick you up when we get some info, got it?” The soldier opens the hatch for West. “Wish you luck. Don’t get eaten on us.” Frank just looks at him, glasses obscuring his eyes. “Compared to Willamette and Fortune City, this ….” Frank just leaps out the back of the plane. “IS A VACATION!!!!” “Dad, STOP!!!” Carl yelled in fear as Rick fired randomly at a group of survivors. “Y’ALL STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!” He turns back to Carl. “Don’t you worry, Carl. Everything is gonna be alright. These bad men can’t hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.” The three other survivors cower in the corner. “Please sir, we’re just looking for supplies.” Rick angrily aims his Python at them. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BOY!!?” He then proceeds to tie them up. He holsters his Python, picking up his Machete nearby. He furiously hacks into the survivors, their screams echoing out Carl’s own sobbing. Blood comes out of their various wounds profusely; spraying fine mists of pink all over his shirt. “Don’t worry.” Carl just stares at his father in terror as he goes to a watchtower.
An hour later………
Rick sits in the watchtower, wiping the sweat from his brow. From his pocket he removes the picture of his wife, Lori. “Lori.......” He looks out into the field and sees a lady with black hair, wind blowing through her dress. Rick stands up, yelling loudly, “LORI! LORI!” She doesn’t turn around, simply pointing upward. Rick just continues to yell her name, his sanity still waning away. Finally, he snaps out of it and sees the helicopter. The hell is that? Rick asks himself. He looks through the scope of his rifle, seeing Frank preparing his gear. Frank West stood in a field of tall grass. He slings his Merc Assault Rifle over his back, his Sniper Rifle in hand, and his Broken Butterfly on his hip. “Shit, this ain’t Woodbury.” Frank surveys his surroundings, his eyes unseen behind his glasses. “LORI!! LORI!!!” Immediately aims his Sniper in the direction of the yell, but sees nothing but a large prison. Maybe there are some survivors holed up in there. He begins the steady jog to the prison.
Grimes studies the man jogging towards the prison. Hmm. This guy doesn’t look too bad. Maybe he’s just a survivor from that Woodbury group. But then he sees the rifle in West’s hand, and then his sanity cracks. That motherfucker’s coming for my son. I can’t let Carl die. Rick loads a bullet into his Remington, and closes the bolt. He doesn’t take his time, and launches a bullet into the dirt, sending Frank to the ground. Ah dammit it’s, another sniper psycho. Let’s see if I can nail this bastard quick. Frank looks gets his sniper rifle ready, and returns fire. Rick is surprised that he missed, and a sniper battle ensues. However, the lighter weight of his rifle allows him to quickly advance towards Rick. Rick continues to try and shoot Frank, but he just misses. Frank gets to the gate, but is surprised to see Rick open fire with his M4A1. Bullets fly as Frank performs a dodge behind cover. Glad I took those wrestling lessons. He throws aside his Sniper Rifle and grabs his own Merc rifle.
He quickly gets up and fires a burst, but sees nothing. West continues to explore the prison, always ready to return fire from the insane cop that attacked him. Eventually, he walks into the equipment room of the prison. Rick stands hiding in a locker, his Machete in hand. Frank sits on a bench, taking a drink from a large cup of soda he found in the kitchen. Guess I’m not gonna see him for a while. “So, you think you can just barge into this prison and try to kill my son? If so, you got another thing coming.” Frank just turns around. “Dude, what the hell are you…” is all he gets to say as Rick swipes down with his downwards with his Machete. The thick blade slams into the very spot where Frank was sitting as he quickly dodges the strike. However, the blade slices through the barrel of the Merc, rendering it useless.
Frank searches the room, trying to find something to use against Rick. Come on Frank. You’ve fought people who needed to improvise. That crazy C.U.R.E guy, the store manager, and even that clown with the chainsaws. Concentrate, Frank. Now ain’t the time for a trip down memory lane. Instinct takes over, and Frank lands a solid punch right to Rick’s nose. As he stumbles back, Frank runs over to get a bat and swings. The blow sends Rick to the ground, grasping for air. Frank swings the bat down to Rick, but Rick barely rolls out of the way. Rick stumbles out of the room and into the cafeteria.
Frank throws his bat aside, and draws his Broken Butterfly. He runs into the room, moving from cover to cover as he tries to find Rick. Dammit, why can’t this asshole fight like a man? “Looking for me?” Frank immediately turns around and fires a round. The shot misses Rick as he returns fire with his Python. However, Rick is able to keep Frank down because of the faster rate of fire with his revolver. As Frank reloads, he feels the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his head. “I finally got you, you bastard.” Frank prepares to accept the inevitable as Rick pulls the trigger. Click. “Guess I ain’t the only one out of ammo.” Frank spins around, fists flying. Both collide with Rick’s ribs, cracking more than one. Frank begins to run through the prison, trying to find anything he can use as a weapon.
He stops to take a breath, looking around. Dammit Frank. That psycho cop’s going to kill me if I don’t find anything. Frank looks around to see a metal door. Above it is a sign, written on it Armory. “Well, that’s convenient.” Frank walks into the armory, grabbing a Remington. He loads some shells into the gun and runs back to the cafeteria. “You got to be kidding me.” Suddenly, bullets fly all around him, and he sees Rick firing away with his Glock. “It’s time to end this.”
Frank returns fire with his Remington, ejecting shell after shell in the direction at Rick. Two miss, but the final one lands right in Rick’s leg. He falls to the ground, grabbing his wound. “Listen. Whoever you are, let’s just fix you up and talk things out. I don’t want to hurt you.” Rick looks determinedly into Frank eyes. “I won’t let you hurt my son. I’ll die for him.” Just like that, he loads a fresh magazine into his Glock. Frank quickly fires a round into Rick’s head, killing him. “I’m sorry.” Carl has been watching from a distance for most of this fight. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Carl runs up to Frank, thanking for freeing him from his psychopath father. “Kid, let’s get out of here.” Frank pulls out his cell phone. “Hey, this is Frank West. I need to get out of here. I have a kid with me.”
Expert's Opinion[]
Frank West barely managed to snag a win here because of the fact that he was more experienced in combat than his opponent. Frank has fought special operations soldiers and psychopaths that simply defeats Rick's experience against zombies and the armed civilians of Woodbury. Another key factor was that his mental health was not as nearly destroyed as Rick's was. Despite the fact that Rick had better training, Frank's experience and health allowed him to be victorious.
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Battle vs. Katniss Everdeen (by Jackythejack)[]
Over the years, due to lack of human civilization, this old, urban metropolis had since been overgrown with vegetation. Mother Nature had gone back to reclaim her landscape, and because of that, vines were spreading across the walls of skyscrapers, towering over anyone who walked below. Trees were spouting out of cracks in concrete. What used to be regulated parks were suddenly growing into bustling shrubbery that'd be difficult for even the most skilled survivalists to navigate.
And of course, there were the undead. They were shambling corpses, shadows of their former selves. They did nothing for the ecosystem, and in fact the only thing they contributed was a horrid smell and breaking the peaceful silence of nature. With their undead moaning and the wind whistling through ripped open throats, it was difficult to get any peace and quiet out in the open.
One of these undead corpses was currently feasting on some poor, unfortunate corpse that got shot down doing god knows what and pissing off god knows who. Either way, the corpse was zed food. Zombies were unnaturally good at ripping off chunks of flesh, and this walker was fresh, meaning it had strength behind it. The corpse it was kneeling over was nothing but a bloody mess at this point, unidentifiable.
There was a sudden whizzing sound going through the air, and an arrow would pierce the zombie's head, penetrating it and going directly through it, sending bits of grey matter, brain chunks and blood across the plant-covered sidewalk. The corpse slumped over for a moment before falling onto it's side, a thump being silenced by the amount of grass that had grown.
Stepping away from the window of a building, about one hundred feet away, was Katniss Everdeen. She had holed herself up in one of the nearby apartment buildings. Night was approaching, and she wanted to make sure the perimeter around her building was clear of those corpses before she took a nap. She had half a mind to shoot an arrow into the corpse the zombie was feasting on, but she decided against it, knowing she needed to save all the arrows that she could.
No one knew how those damn deads were able to come back to life, but it quickly caused chaos throughout Panem when the virus struck. People died surprisingly quick. The Peacekeepers were absolutely useless in the end, all of them succumbing to the virus themselves. They tried their best to quell the disease, but countless deaths due to the chaos caused by the disease had lead to it only spreading even faster. Capitol fell quickly, and the rest of the districts came shortly after.
That was years ago, and now those who were able to survive the initial outbreak were left struggling for food and resources. That was the whole reason why Katniss was out there in the first place. She had set up a camp with her, Peeta, and Gale's families, and accepted a select group of people to help them against the undead hordes and unforgiving nature, but they were running out of food. The already famished District 12 could only supply so much, and their hunting grounds were starting to become barren due to their overhunting. Katniss had the idea to move out to District 11 to see if the orchard fields hadn't been stripped bare yet, and bring some of the food back.
Unfortunately, the border between District 11 and District 12 had been completely wrecked. Not only was it infested with the undead in certain parts, but other parts were filled with violent survivors who didn't hesitate to shoot on site, raving lunatics, and places that were, through means unknown to Katniss, armed with landmines. All of it was too dangerous to traverse, so she had to make a cut through the Capital, which was how she ended up in this overgrown nightmare of a city.
Of course, now that she was out and about, she realized that it would have been a smarter idea to bring Gale or Peeta along with her. The world had become a lot more dangerous, and having an extra pair of eyes and, in Gale's case, an extra bow, along with her would have been a good idea.
Though, it was far too late to head back now. The orchards should be close by, only half a day's travel, and then it was collecting as much as she could, pack a few seeds to go with them, and head back to her base in District 12. Though, the journey would have to wait for the morning. Night was coming, and it was suicide to go out there alone in the dark. Katniss stepped over towards her makeshift sleeping arrangements.
It wasn't much, just a towel and a handmade pillow stuffed with straw, both laid out halfhazardly on the floor of this unfurnished house that she happened to set up shop in for the night. It wasn't anything comfortable, but it was easy to transport and pack with her, and if she really needed to she could use her backpack as a pillow. She honestly felt like she was back in the Hunger Games again...
"Well, good night, Katniss," she muttered before laying down and resting her head against the straw pillow, closing her eyes and forcing her body to drift off to sleep. The early bird gets the worm, and the walking corpse gets the bird who sleeps in too late.
...
She woke up to the sounds of footprints nearby, and her eyes slowly opened. She saw a man, looking like quite the rugged survivor with those ragedy looking clothes that had certainly seen better days, walking around her makeshift campsite. He was distracted looking at her bow and arrow, possibly tempted to take it from her. As Katniss' eyes widened and she tried to think of a way out, the man must have felt her eyes on him, because he looked directly at her. They stared at each other for a moment, pure silence.
"Listen, I-"
Katniss grabbed the handle of her knife and lunged forward, swiping her blade towards the man's legs. He stumbled back and ended up falling onto his rear end. Katniss scurried to her feet, scooping up her bow and quiver of arrows, and ran towards the opposite side of the apartment. She kicked the door open and spun around for a second. She notched and arrow and pulled back on the string.
"Calm down, we can-" The arrow whizzed through the air and Rick quickly ducked his head down. He was lucky Katniss was caught off guard, otherwise it would have gone right through his head. "I just wanna talk!"
Talk? Yeah, right. That's what a different group of survivors had said before trying to jump her, just a couple days back. She wasn't going to fall for a trick like that again. This man clearly had ill will for her. She ran out of the apartment and down the hallway, towards the stairway of the complex.
Just as she was at the end of the hallway, she turned around and notched another arrow. With a quick pull of the drawstring, she let go the moment that she saw Rick step out of the apartment. The arrow whizzed through the air and, this time, her aim was accurate. It hit him in the shoulder, and the officer screamed out in pain, allowing Katniss to run down the stairways to the complex. That man was likely armed. She needed to get out of here.
She had rushed down the stairs and was about to leave the complex when she realized that she couldn't just let the man live. Now that she wounded him pretty bad, he was going to have a vendetta against her. Who knows what that guy would do. He could hunt her down when she least expects it. If she wanted to be safe, she had to get rid of him permanently.
Realizing that she was going to have to kill yet another person, something she hadn't truly done since the rebellion years prior, she steeled herself and quickly ran off to get some sort of cover .The shrubbery around the city reminded her of the arena where she had her first Hunger Games. Maybe she could call back on those instincts once again? She better, otherwise she's not going to get out alive...
...
Rick had to admit, he....was hoping that'd go a little bit better. Honestly when he first came across the apartment, he thought that the girl was either dead or wasn't going to wake up before he made it out of there. He wasn't planning on stealing anything, he just was wondering about the setup the girl had, and he had to admit that it seemed like she was living rather intelligently, though...then things went downhill fast.
The arrow that lodged itself into his shoulder hurt like hell, and because of that he found his arm not quite able to move as well as it could have. He needed to get a doctor, and he needed to talk that girl down without getting any more arrows into his body. Both seemed easier said than done in this hellhole.
Realizing he didn't have much else of a choice, Rick moved on, running as fast as he could, but everytime he moved his arm, a small wave of pain would shoot down his body, causing him to wince with every movement he made. As he made it halfway down the staircase, he decided that he may as well just pull it out. He's survived worse.
He bundled up some cloth and stuck it in his mouth for him to bite on, and to muffle any scream he could make. Didn't want to attract the undead to his location, after all. He placed the cloth in his mouth, grabbed the arrow, and forcefully yanked it out of his shoulder. Thankfully, it didn't give much resistance, and after a few moments of agony, he grabbed a roll of bandages and wrapped them around his shoulder to stop any possible bleeding. It still felt like shit, but it was better than nothing.
With his injury taken care of, he was back on course again, hurrying down the stairs so that he could head out of the apartment. That girl was going to give him a lot of problems in the future if he didn't take care of her now, one way or another. He wouldn't want to kill her, but if it came down to that...well, he wasn't afraid to do so.
He stepped outside of the apartment and looked around. For a moment, he saw nothing, until he looked further down the street and noticed a girl with her bow drawn, facing right at him. He cursed under his breath and ran towards the nearby treeline, just as an arrow whizzed past his head, which would have surely killed him. This was going to be worse than he thought.
...
Her aim was off, and Katniss knew that. She wasn't sure if it was due to the sheer surprise of the man's appearance, her reluctance to kill someone, or her just haven gotten out of bed, but she was wasting more arrows than she'd prefer, which not only allowed that man to get away, but also run into the treelines. It was going to be hell to find him in there. Katniss sighed, realizing there was only one thing she could do, and rushed towards the mess of trees and shrubbery that made up this city's forest.
The treeline was dense, and Katniss couldn't see more than a few feet in front of her, and because of this she was more than a little off guard. She decided that the best thing to do now would be to take the high ground, and she was quick to do that as well. She rushed to one of the nearby trees, infested with vines, and began to climb, like she did during her first Hunger Games. Hiding in a tree was normally your best bet. Most people didn't bother looking up, so she was going to have the element of surprise on her side.
Climbing up the tree was easy enough, given the foliage that grew all along it, as well as former experience. Her training had taught her to climb harder objects than this. She easily made it to one of the top branches, which could support her weight fairly well, and began to move along the treetops.
Admittedly, it was far more dangerous than being on the ground when it came to moving, as she had to watch her step to make sure that she didn't plummet to the bottom, but she didn't care about that much. Instead, she hurried along the treetops, jumping from one branch to the next, moving with a surprising amount of grace. Her years of experience had taught her pretty well.
It took a minute of running through the forest, but she eventually caught sight of the man, slowly moving along the forest, keeping close to the trees. He was several feet away from Katniss, and there was just barely an opening in the shrubbery and leaves for her to see him. Good, an easy shot.
She moved her bow off her back and notched an arrow. She pulled back on the drawstring, taking a deep breath to take good aim on the survivor. This was it...she had to kill him. It was going to be quick, and silent. All she had to do was aim for the head.
There was the sudden sound of a bird, right next to her, fluttering it's wings and cawing. She hadn't spotted it and it startled her so much that not only did it knock off her aim, but it made her let go of the arrow. Instead of impaling Rick in the head, it slammed into the tree and almost stabbed right through his hand, which admittedly would have been good for Katniss, but she missed even that.
Rick moved back in surprise and followed where the arrow came from, which was where Katniss was notching another arrow into her bow as quickly as possible. She wasn't quick enough, however, and Rick pulled his revolver out of it's harness and fired at the girl. Katniss ducked just before the shot rang out, and narrowly missed a bullet to the forehead; a deadly accurate shot that could have ended the fight then and there.
For a moment, she thought she still had a chance, or could at least hop out of the tree and run off, but the sheriff fired once again, and this time, eh wasn't aiming for the girl. Instead, he hit the branch she was standing on. The impact from the bullet hitting the branch caused it to shake, and Katniss lost her footing entirely. She tried to balance herself, but it was too late.
Katniss plummeted to the ground with as much grace as a falling boulder, screaming on the way down and landing, thankfully, on some bushes that cushioned her fall somewhat, but still left her in an uncomfortable amount of pain. She groaned, but didn't let her fall take her out of the fight. Still holding onto her bow, she was able to easily find the arrow on the ground, after it had fallen out of her bow, and notched it.
She popped out of the bushes and immediately let go of the arrow, and her aim was surprisingly accurate for giving only a second's time to see where she was aiming. The arrow whizzed forward, and it actually flew true this once. It found itself embedded into the man's leg, causing him to cry out in pain once again. He winced, aimed his revolver, and fired.
The bullet, like the arrow, found the intended target. It hit Katniss right on the hand that was holding the wooden part of the bow. She screamed out in pain as she dropped her main weapon. She stared down at her hands, breathing heavily as she realized the attack blew her damn fingers off. It only managed to blow off her middle and ring finger, but it was enough to make the girl go into a state of panic.
She looked up, just in time to realize that Rick was coming at her with a small axe in hand, with his revolver in the other, and he was closing the distance incredibly quickly. Katniss' eyes widened and she pulled out her combat knife. She hoped she'd never have to use this, but evidently she did.
She avoided the initial swipe of Rick's, and used this as an opportunity to slash at his chest. The blade cut through the clothes and left a nasty cut across his chest, but nothing deep or incapacitating. Rick winced in pain, but he wasn't going to let it get the best of him. He kicked Katniss in the leg, causing her to buckle over for a moment, almost taking a knee but not quite. He swung his axe down on her...
There was a scream of pain form Katniss. It didn't hit her head. Rick wasn't aiming well with the weapon, and it got her in the back, and it felt like agony as the blade went deep into her flesh. She decided then and there to stab Rick in his other leg, the one that wasn't shot with the arrow. Rick's leg almost gave out entirely and he looked like he was about to fall over. This was her chance.
Katniss moved forward, slamming her body into Rick's and sending the two of them to the ground with enough force for Rick to drop his revolver. It skidded across the ground and landed several feet away from the brawling two. Katniss realized that this was, in fact, her only chance to get a real finishing blow on the man. There was no way she could overpower him in a physical fight.
Before she could even move towards the gun, Rick used all of his strength to throw her off of him. She landed on her back, digging the axe's blade deeper into her back and causing her to scream even further. Walkers from all over were going to be attracted to her screams. This fight needed to end soon, before she was the cause of both of their deaths.
They both scrambled to their feet, running towards the gun. For a moment, Katniss was about to pass by him, but he elbowed her out of the way before she could and, within a few seconds, he made it to his gun. He picked it up and turned around, knowing he had three good bullets left to put this girl down.
He turned around just in time to see Katniss running at her with his own axe in hand, seeming to have pulled it out to use it in a last ditch effort to kill him. She charged forward, but Rick was more than prepared. One pull of the trigger, and the bullet sailed through and hit her in the chest.
Katniss' entire body seized up for a moment, and she felt her legs give out from under her. She fell to her knees, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She placed a hand on the hole where the bullet had penetrated her body, and she could feel her hand shake as she saw it become covered in blood. She stared at Rick and watched him aim the barrel of the directly at her.
"You're pretty good," He muttered to her, right before pulling the trigger. There was a bang, and then darkness.
...
Epilogue[]
Katniss' eyes shot open and she immediately went into fight or flight mode, before remembering where she was. Right, she was...she was in DFederal, strapped into one of the battle simulation chambers. It was a big pod that she was told to stand in, and one that she was restrained to, apparently to make sure that she wouldn't move around during the sleep-like state they had to put them in for these simulations. She didn't know if they all worked like that, but...it was an experience.
Of course, she had never done this before, so her initial reaction was panic, and then confusion. The door to the pod opened up, and she stumbled out. Those simulations were far too real for her liking...
"Good job on your fight, Miss Everdeen," came a voice over an intercom that Katniss couldn't see. She recognized the voice. It was the girl, a teenager, that had directed her to this room in the first place. Someone around her age. What was her name? She...couldn't quite remember... "You can return to the lobby now, where Mr. Grimes is heading right now. Sorry about our battle that never happened. Complications, you know?"
Right, that battle that was scheduled to happen, but didn't, and it had gotten her deported in the process. That was more than annoying, but at least she had a place to live now. She glanced to the door leading out of the simulation room and head out, taking a left down a hallway towards the Simulation Center Lobby, passing by several other closed doors, no doubt with many other people doing their own fights, just like her.
At the lobby was where she spotted him again, a Mr. Rick Grimes. She didn't know why she was chosen to fight this man, but he seemed to be a very capable opponent, and a friendly one, too. He smiled at her as he walked towards the desk of the lobby, where the Blonde girl with the "Camp Half-Blood" shirt was standing.
"Hey, that was a great fight," he said as they both moved towards the desk, Katniss still feeling a bit uncomfortable, as this man had just killed her not a few moments ago. "You almost got me there, I'd say. You did great."
"You both did really well, actually, and congratulations to the two of you." The girl pulled out a pair of keys and gifted one key to each of the combatants. "Katniss, you're an official citizen of DFederal, and Mr. Grimes, you've accomplished your first win. Congratulations!"
"Maybe I could even move out of the sewer at this point," Rick said with a chuckle, and Katniss had no idea how he could be so cheery about such a poor living condition. Was he actually living in the sewer...? "Still got a long way to go."
"Well, actually..." The blonde typed on a nearby computer and stared at the screen, her eyes examining something. "According to some reports, Governor Skully had said that he was going to see if he can't get some of your losses removed. Good luck on that, I'll be hoping for some support for your cause."
"Really?" He asked before whistling in appreciation. "Well, that is good news to hear! Seems like more good came outta this then I thought."
The girl nodded and turned to Katniss. "You'll be escorted to your new home once you leave the building. Once again, great job, to the both of you."
Katniss nodded and glanced to Rick, who looked a lot cheerier than he did even a few seconds ago. "So," he began to say. "now that you're a real citizen here, what do you plan on doing?"
"Well, I'm probably just going to settle into my new home, and after that I'll see if-"
The doors to the lobby slammed open, cutting Katniss off mid-sentence. She glanced towards the doors to see a little girl, younger than her, equipped with a sword, an odd looking outfit and several clearly visible guns, moving towards the desk, muttering to herself words that Katniss could only hear as she got closer. "...I can't fucking believe this. Outta my way."
The young girl pushed Katniss out of the way and stepped to the desk, staring Annabeth in the eye. "Hi, my name's Hit-Girl. I'd like to schedule a fight, please."
"Oh, uh, okay, Hit-Girl. And who would you like to-"
The lobby door slammed opened yet again, this time to reveal a big man with polka dot pants, suspenders and-was his hair on fire!?
"About time I caught you, again." The clown let out a scraggly chuckle as Katniss was worried that his head would set off the smoke alarms. "And at just the right place, too!"
The girl let out a frustrated groan and slammed her hand against the table. "Alright, never fucking mind. Forget the fight. I want to schedule a rematch." She turned around and pointed at the man. Katniss could see the anger and killing intent in her eyes, like she was letting out pent up rage and aggression. "I want to fight this clown fucker. Right here, right now!"
To be continued...
Expert's Opinion[]
While this was undoubtedly a close match, most believed that Katniss was found lacking in the weapons quality, but could make up for it with superior training, somewhat comparable speed and her impressive accuracy. However, Rick far surpassed her in experience and physicality, as well as arguably being more accurate than her. The zombie killer turned the girl on fire into a burning corpse
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Battle vs. The Courier (by BeastMan14)[]
Rick, Shane, and Darryl are out scouting for the group in the Mojave. It's been 3 weeks since the CDC explosion had sent them here, and they had yet to find civilization. "Look, don't you think it'd be easier to listen on the radio for civilization? I mean, we haven't found anything and we've walked for miles." Shane raises his arm's for dramatic effect when a sniper shot hits him in the arm and knocks him down. "Oh sh*t!" yells Rick as he dives for cover and Daryl drags Shane behind a rock.
Meanwhile, on a nearby hill, Courier, Boone, and Arcade are watching the mysterious strangers take cover. It had been a few Monty's since the NCR beat the Legion at Hoover Dam, and Raul, Lily, Veronica, Cass, ED-E, and Rex were back at the Tops, still celebrating. "Looks like I hit one, lets go down and greet our guests." Says Boone as he loads his Campaign Rifle. They run down the hill after Rick's group. The Courier fires his Sequoia and nearly hits Rick who fires back with his Python and hits the Courier square in the chest, knocking him down. In pain, he pulls himself up and tells Gannon and Boone to go around their cover. Shane draws his Mossberg and vaults over cover only to see the Courier. apparently dead. Suddenly, a shot from Campaign rifle goes through his head, killing him instantly. (2-3)
"SHANE!" cries Rick, who run's over to his dead friend, and riddles Boone with bullets from his Browning. With no time to check him, Gannon falls back to the Courier, who has pulled himself up and drawn his carbine. He fires on Rick, who in a rage, lines up a shot with the Remington and fires, hitting the Courier in the leg and knocking him to the ground. Injured, but alive, the Courier tells Gannon,"Boone may be dead, but we can avenge him." Rick, blind with fury, fires shot after shot at the retreating duo. Suddenly, he feels the barrel of the Plasma Defender on his head. Ready to die, he closes his eyes. Suddenly, a crossbow bolt hits Arcade in the chest and knocks him to the ground, where Rick knocks him out with the butt of the Remington. (2-1)
Daryl runs up to Rick and says,"Sorry about Shane." Rick shakes his head,"We'll finish this for him." Daryl nods, then points and says,"Look out!" just as the Courier opens fire with the Plasma Rifle, hitting Daryl in the shoulder and knocking him into a rock. Rick tackles the Courier, who easily throws him aside with a move the Rangers taught him pulls out his Bowie knife, and then drives into Daryl's chest, killing him. (1-1)
Rick draws his axe and cries,"This is for my friends, you a**hole!" before lunging for the Courier, who sidesteps and pulls out his Bowie Knife and says,"You think I wanted my friends to die, you f*ck?" and then ducks as Ricks swipes with his axe. Rick, enraged, kicks the Courier in the stomach, knocking him to the ground and prepares to go for the final blow. Suddenly, the Courier whips out his Sequoia and bashes Rick across the face, knocking him down. Before Rick can get up, the Courier shoots him twice in the chest. Before he dies, Ricks mumbles,"I'm sorry Lori." (0-1)
The Courier, saddened at the death of his friends, fell to the ground as his leg wound became worse. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him and pulled up, as an injured Gannon said,"What? You thinking I'd die that easily? If I can survive Lanius, I can survive a crossbow." With that, the two limped back to New Vegas as the Courier said,"Boone, wherever you are, I hope you are at peace."
Winner: The Courier
Expert's Opinion[]
The Courier won the battle due to his experience with tougher enemies then Rick and slightly better back-up.
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Reason[]
Battle was declared unfair due to the Courier's vastly greater arsenal and experience.
Battle vs. Robert Neville (by Omnicube1)[]
"Samples three, five, six, eight, ten, and twelve all show signs of contamination. Means of exposure: direct contact. Samples one, four, and nine were exposed to the airborne pathogen, all were contaminated." Robert Neville says into his recorder. He slams his fists on the metal lab table, terrifying the caged, diseased lab mice. He takes his ear-mounted microphone off and puts it gently aside. He thinks deeply. Amid the screeching and scratching from the contaminated mice, he hears a small, innocent squeaking. He walks toward the noise and sees a pure white mouse cowering in the back of its cell. Neville runs over and grabs his microphone.
"Sample eleven seems to be clean." he takes out his small Mag-Lite flashlight out of his lab-coat pocket and shines the light into the mouse's eyes. "Pupils do dilate, skin and fur are intact."
Neville smirks. "Hang in there number eleven."
Suddenly a window from the floor above shatters. The smirk on the scientist's face fades away. He opens a drawer and grabs his HK Mark 23 SOCOM, loads a magazine, and pulls back and releases the slide.
SEVEN MINUTES EARLIER
"F***kers! What the hell are those things?" Rick Grimes asks himself. He grabs his wounded shoulder that was bitten by a pale monster he encountered. It was a superficial wound, but still extremely painful. He takes a pack of gauze out of his bag that also carries his various weapons. He applies pressure to the wound and walks toward another deserted neighborhood. The smell of ossobucco braising over fills the air. He made his way toward the source of the smell. Grimes discovers the source to be a three-story, Victorian-style home. He knocks on the door, but receives no answer. He draws his Colt Python and flips it so that his hand grabs the barrel of the weapon. He smashes the window closest to the door and sticks his hand in. He undoes the lock and opens the door. He slowly steps inside and makes his way to the kitchen. Curious and hungry, Grimes opens the oven door only to be greeted by heat and the wondrous smell of broth and red wine.
"Smells good doesn't it?" says a voice behind him. Grimes shuts the oven door and sees the reflection of a black man in a white lab coat with a pistol pointed right at him. The small town sheriff spins around quickly with his Colt Python at the ready.
"Delicious." the two fix their gaze upon one another. Neville is the first one to break it. He noticed the bite marks and blood on the policeman's left shoulder. Only one such creature can deliver that kind of a wound, a Darkseeker.
"One of those monsters bite you?" asks the scientist.
"Yeah," replies the sheriff.
"Hmmm..." Neville then fires his pistol, but misses his shot. Grimes dives for cover behind the kitchen counter. Suddenly, a portion of his hair begins to fall off his head.
"The first symptom of the infection is hair loss!" shouts Neville. He then pops up and fires off several more shots. Grimes returns fire.
"At least I won't turn into one of those ugly bastards back in Atlanta." yells Grimes. He fires his Python several more times and begins to reload. Neville fires three more times and hears the infamous clicking sound. He drops his empty pistol and runs into the living room. Rick fires at him as he runs past. Neville nimbly makes his way to his CD player and connects a wire to it. He turns the player on and turns the volume knob to the maximum decibel level. Suddenly the the Bob Marley song "Three Little Birds" plays on the home PA system. Grimes' hearing becomes limited to the point of when he cannot hear Neville's footsteps as he dashes towards a large wardrobe. He takes out an M249 SAW and slings an SP-10 around his back. He takes out a M67 hand grenade and puts it in his pocket. He turns his head to see Grimes with a Mossberg 500 shotgun. The sheriff fires and blows off a piece of one of the wardrobe doors. Neville fires back with his light machine-gun. He looks at his right arm and discovers three tiny holes in it. Grimes pumps his shotgun and blind fires. He does this several times, several pellets from the shotgun blasts hit Neville's left leg. He grimaces in pain. The sheriff rushes towards his gun bag and takes out a Remington 700 BDL and removes the scope, he then slings his Browning Automatic Rifle Safari and Horton Scout on his back. He dashes into the living room while the song continues to play. He fires his Remington several times through the wall the scientist was standing behind. He sees the M249 SAW drop to the floor. Grimes drops his sniper rifle and takes out his BAR Safari. He swiftly turns around and sees the M249 SAW on the floor, but no body. He hears a click and sees a round object fall on the floor. He sees the words "HAND FRAG".
"Shi*!" Grimes yells and dives back. The grenade explodes, but does not hurt Grimes. He gets back to his feet and looks up. He does not find his enemy and moves up the stairs. He moves down the corridor, checking room after room. Neville pops out in front of the doorway to the master bedroom and fires his SP-10 from the hip. He misses all his shots. Grimes returns fire and two bullets make their mark in Neville's lower body. He collapses to the floor and fires his SP-10 with one hand. A bullet carves it's way into Grimes' trigger hand, causing him to drop the rifle. He makes his way back into the room behind a wall. He takes out his final weapon, the Horton Scout. He gets back into the action and sees his victim crawling on his belly towards a slender basket holding what seemed to be umbrellas. He fires his crossbow and the bolt pierces Neville's leg.
"AAHH!" screams the scientist in agony. Grimes slowly walks towards Neville, loading another bolt. Neville takes his strong arm and pulls the basket down.
"There's really only one cure to the infection," Neville says.
"And what is that?" asks the sheriff who was stringing the crossbow.
"Death!" yells Neville as he spins around firing his Colt 6920 Law Enforcement Carbine. Five bullets land into Grimes' torso. Neville lays his head down to relax.
"Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Winner: Robert Neville
Expert's Opinion[]
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Reason[]
Battle was declared invalid because Rick Grimes was given a weapon he had never used.
Battle vs. Tom Mason (by So-Pro Warrior)[]
Mason, Weaver, and Dai reload their guns after dealing with some Walkers and head to the stairs. Below the stairs Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog ready their weapons and are about to head up the stairs until Dai at the top hears their footsteps and thinking that they could be Walkers takes aim with his Sawed Off Double Barrel and fires a shot when Rick's foot appears at the bottom of the stairs. Rick is able to move his foot back in time and making the shot miss. Rick pops out of cover and fires his Colt Python at Dai who dodges the shots as Mason and Weaver quickly run over and open fire with their AKM's. Daryl opens fire with the Mossberg while T-Dog opens up with the WASR-10. Each team continues to fire at each other reloading their guns when needed to but at the top of the stairs as Weaver gets back into cover he hits a nearby locker with his elbow which opens up, Weaver looks inside and finds a RPG-7 and grabs it and goes into his backpack and takes out one of the three warheads he brought with him and loads up the RPG. Tom and Dai see Weaver who signals them to get ready to head down the stairs. Rick, Daryl and T-Dog wonder what's going on until Weaver pops out of cover with the RPG and aims down the stairs
"Oh SH*T!" Rick yells
"GET BACK!" Rick yells
Weaver fires the RPG down the stairs and the three survivors try to get away and while Rick and Daryl are caught in the force of the explosion and are blown down the hallway, T-Dog is caught in the main blast and gets blown against the wall and dies immediately
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"T-DOG!!!" Daryl yells in anger
Dai runs down the stairs but Daryl and Rick hear him and as soon as he exits the stairwell Daryl and Rick unload on him
. Rick reloads his Python and then puts it in his holster and grabs a nearby WASR-10 and he and Daryl decide to head to the back door. Tom and Weaver head down the stairs and see the dead body of Dai
"DAI NO!" Tom says
"Tom there's nothing we can do the only thing we can do is exact revenge for him." Weaver replies
Tom and Weaver head after Daryl and Rick.
At the Back of the Armory...
"Don't worry Daryl those bastards won't get away for what they did to T-Dog. Now that we got some more ammo since we wasted some we'll get them back." Rick says
"I hope so. Can't believe T-Dog has survived all of the stuff we've been through just to die from some f**kers who wouldn't even wait to see if he was a Walker." Daryl says
Rick opens the back door and Daryl walks out. The two walk into a group of Walkers and Daryl opens up with his Mossberg blowing off the head of the closest Walker. Rick takes aim with his WASR-10 and carefully places one bullet in the head of each Walker. After taking out the Walkers they head to a nearby building.
10 Minutes Later...
Tom and Weaver exit out the back door of the Armory and see the dead bodies of the Walkers.
"They were here just a couple of minutes ago." Weaver said
"Yeah. But where are they?" Tom asks
Weaver looks around the abandoned streets of Atlanta until he sees a glint of some sort coming from a nearby building. He moves forward to get a better look and notices the glint as a reflection off a scope.
"TOM GET DOWN!" Weaver says
Just then a shot rings out and a bullet goes right through Weaver's stomach.
"WEAVER!!!!" Tom yells
Weaver tries to not fall back but at the the building Daryl retracts the Bolt-Action of the Remington 700 and takes aim again and fires again at Weaver this time hitting him in the chest. Tom takes aim with his AKM at the place where the shots came from and unloads his AKM at the location. Tom reloads the gun 2 more times while continuing to fire at the location until he stops and reloads his last clip in and runs over to Weaver.
"Weaver no stay with me. STAY WITH ME!" Tom says
"Tom *cough* *cough* you know what you must do. You must *cough* lead the 2nd Mass to the rendevous. If we're to win this war. You know what you must do. *cough* *cough* *cough*" Weaver says
"Weaver no, no." Mason says as his eyes start to tear up.
"If you see my daughter again. Tell her that I'll always love her and please make sure she doesn't die." Weaver says
Weaver then breaths his last breath and dies from the lost of to much blood. Tom cries in anger but gathers up that anger, grabs his gun and heads to the store where the shots came from. Entering the building carefully Tom checks the store for any signs of the two remaining men. He soon comes across the dead body of Daryl riddled full of bullets from Tom's continuous fire. Tom kicks the body to make sure he's dead and is about to move out when a bullet hits the counter to his right and he jumps behind the counter for some cover and pops out and fires off the last of his rounds hoping to hit the shooter. However the shooter Rick is able to dodge all of the shots but finds himself out of ammo for the WASR-10 and takes out his Colt Python. Meanwhile Tom takes out his Para-Ordnance Nite Tac.
"Your going to pay for killing my friends you son of a b**ch!" Rick yells
"Yeah well the same goes for you to a**hole for killing my friends!" Tom yells
Rick steps out of cover and cautiously moves towards the counter. However Tom sees Rick's reflection on a mirror and pops out of cover and fires a couple of rounds at Rick who returns fire with his Colt. Both men continue to exchange fire until Rick runs out of ammo and heads to cover to reload his gun. Tom pops out of cover as Rick runs for cover and manages to hit Rick on the right leg. Rick limps towards the staircase as he reloads with Tom chasing after him. However Rick is able to finish reloading his gun and turns around in time for Tom to run out into the open and Rick fires his Colt and hits Rick on the left shoudler. Rick fires two more shots at Tom who manages to get into cover without getting hit anymore. Rick starts heading up the stairs as Mason takes a piece of cloth and ties it around his wound to stop the bleeding. He then heads after Rick into the stairwell and begins to walk up the stairs. As he nears the top of the stairs Rick pops out of cover and fires two shots at Tom but the shots hit the railway and Tom returns fire at Rick but the shots miss and Rick heads out onto the rooftop. Rick gets behind some pipes for cover and takes aim at the door waiting for Tom to exit onto te roof and with only one bullet left Rick knows that he must make the shot count. In the stairwell Tom knows that Rick will probably be waiting for him outside and so tries to find a way to get to him without risking his life, he soon hears a grunting nosie behind him and turns around to see a Walker attack him but Tom ducks under the Walkers arms and gets and idea and kicks the Walker which busts through the door. Rick thnking it's Tom fires his shot which hits the head but soon sees it as a Walker but not Tom who walks out after it and takes aim at Rick. As Tom takes aim at him Rick's mind begins to flash as he thinks about his friends, including the ones who died including Daryl, T-Dog, Dale, and Shane, and finally his mind flashes to his family his Wife, his son, and the baby that he would never see.
Rick then whispers to himself "I'm sorry Lori."
Tom then fires at Rick with the first bullet going through his head and Tom continuing to fire 3 more shots into Rick. Rick's body falls down with 4 bullet holes in him and Tom walks over to see if he's alive and notices a tear come from his eye. Tom sees a small picture in his pocket and takes it out and sees a picture of Rick with his wife, and son. On the back of it Rick writing to himself saying
"No matter what happens I will protect my family, I will protect them no matter What, including my son and my new child." -Rick Grimes
Tom looks down on Rick's dead body and feels sorry for Rick now.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way." Tom says
Tom stands back up and walks away.
Expert's Opinion[]
In the end while Rick dominated in the weapons it was Tom Mason's X-Factors such as Combat Experience and Logistics that helped seal the victory for Tom Mason. The reason being is because even though Rick had the better weapons the Logistics factor hurt him and his team as they didin't have the amount of ammo that Tom and his team had as they were part of a large Militia where Rick and his team were part of a small group of survivors. Also Tom had faced the powerful Skitters and their weapons which were way more powerful and smarter then the Walkers that Rick and the survivors faced.
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Reason[]
Battle was regarded as unfair due to Rick Grimes' lack of experience.
Battle vs. Max Rockatansky (by Postapocfan1999)[]
Max walked down the abandoned streets of downtown Atlanta. Then suddenly, he heard a gunshot and he immedeatly crouched behind a car. Rick, who has a couple yards away, had just fired at him with his M4 thinking he was zombie. Max got his rifle out and began looking for Rick's location.
"I I I'm sorry sir, thought you were one of those things!" Rick shouted as he slowly raised his hand up.
Max pondered for a bit, "Screw you." He spotted Rick and fired his M1. He ducked and the bullet hit air. Rick blindly fired his rifle at Max and wasted the magazine. After Max heard that Rick's gun ran dry, he ran to the other side of the street and entered an abandonded department store (the same one in TWD TV show).
Rick followed him and had his shotgun out. Max suddenly fired both of his shotgun rounds at Rick, albeit blindly, and the pellets hit Rick in the leg. "AHHHH" He screamed. Rick then fired two shotgun rounds and then found out that his gun jammed. Max took out his Mauser and his Revlover and began looking for Rick around the store. He followed a trail of blood outside the department store where Rick waited behind an overturned van. Rick saw Max and fired his Glock which jammed after just one round.
The bullet hit Max in the arm and he dropped his Model 28. Max shot his mauser and a few bullets hit Rick in the shoulder which caused him to drop his Python. Max used his remaining rounds to continue firing at Rick which made him jump off the van. Max ran of of bullets and pulled out his hunting knife to finish off Rick. Rick saw this and unsheathed the Gator Machete.
Rick struck first as he swung the Machete, nea Max then grabbed Rick's machete arm and stabbed Rick in the stomach. He then pushed Rick to the ground and began to punch his face until Rick eventually succumbed to all of the trauma. Max stood up and pulled the knife out of Rick.
"I guess I'm worse than those things sir." He said as he walked away from Rick's body.
Expert's Opinion[]
Max won because he had more experience than Rick even though Rick packed some pretty good weaponry compared to Max.
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