In 1990, a horror-comedy movie staring Kevin Bacon, Fred Ward, and Micheal Gross appeared on TV screens, called Tremors. In it, the citizens of a small in-the-middle-of-nowhere town were forced to do battle with giant underground worms that they named Graboids. The citizens of Perfection Nevada were so well-liked that two sequels, one prequel, and a 13-episode TV series were made within the next 14 years. Over time, the Graboids themselves have changed, spawning Shriekers- heat-seeking creatures that resemble mutant ostriches, and later Assblasters- creatures that are named due to their unique ability to glide on thermals by lighting their own farts. Also, the Perfectionists have been forced to deal with creatures known as Mixmaster mutants- due to a chemical compound that mixes the D.N.A. of any nonhuman organism with each other, creating some very deadly foes.
Later, in 2003, a comic depicting a small-town police officer leading a group of survivors in the Zombie apocalypse was created. Later, as of 2010, a TV series on AMC was created. Just like in the comic, the Walking Dead Survivors are forced to fight the undead and hostile humans in order to survive in this New World.
What will happen when the citizens of Small-town Perfection, have an encounter with the Walking Dead Survivors? Who will stay, and who will go?
Perfection Nevada Citizens
The citizens of Perfection Nevada live in the middle of nowhere for a number of reasons. Some like the isolation, others are in hiding from the Mob- the Las Vegas branch, and others live there because their job is there. Until 1990, practically nothing went on. After that though, creatures began to show up on a regular bases, in the forms of Graboids, Shriekers, Assblasters, and Mixmaster Mutants. Since 911 tends to take a while to respond, the citizens, tourists, scientists, and even government agents often turn to one Burt Gummer, a local gun-enthusiastic, government-paranoid, survivalist, with something of a heart mixed with gold, silver, and lead, lots of lead. With this gun-nut leading the charge into battle, it would take an army to force these people to leave their homes- and even then, they'd fight every step of the way.
Walking Dead Survivors
Rick Grimes was a small-town police officer, until he ended up in a coma after being in a shootout with some dangerous criminals. Several months later, he woke up to a world where the dead were coming back to life- part way. Rick then set out to locate his family, and thankfully managed to do so. Currently, he leads a group of survivors, or is at least one of the main leaders, from within the West Georgia Correctional Facility, where fences tend to keep out the Walkers, and a Three Questions policy of "How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why? (to the second question)" helps the group recruit more people, preferably those who haven't lost it or become murderous. This is because "People are the best defenses against walkers and other people."
When it comes to weapons, both groups are well supplied with weapons from all categories- Firearms, Melee, and explosives. They have so many, it would take me a month just to list the handguns. Thus these guys shall have a small sample of their possible weapons.
Walking Dead Survivors
Rick and his Survivors are armed with:
Winchester Model 70Perfect for taking out the dead at a distance from the top of an RV. 3-5 rounds in the mag, .30-06 round.
Colt M4A1This smaller version of the M16 is highly useful for clearing out cramped quarters. Holds 30 5.56mm rounds in its magazine.
Mossberg 590Most every cop has a shotgun for urban fighting. Get hit with this, and you'll stay dead. Holds up to 8 rounds in the tube, with 1 in the chamber. 12 gauge.
Colt PythonMan wearing a cowboy-style hat has to have an iconic revolver. Powerful enough to blow holes clear through one's skull. 6-shot, .357 magnum bullet.
M67 GrenadeNot much use against zombies, but they are highly effective for making escapes. Blast radius- 45ft to injure, 15ft to kill.
Flash BangWhen you want to make yourself hard to see, the smoke will do that, and the other guy won't be able to hear you for a while.
CrossbowSilent but deadly at delivering death from a distance. Projectiles are reusable.
KatanaSamurai and Ninjas liked to use versions of this weapon to kill their foes. Works good against the undead as well.
MacheteRick loves to give splitting headaches with this. This tool is often used to clear small forests of small trees. It works nicely against the dead when firearms are unsuitable.
Perfection Nevada Citizens
Burt and his Perfection neighbors fire back with:
Barrett M82- .50 caliberThis anti-tank gun is perfect for dealing with any subterranean threat, and many that are above the ground. Bolt action, and capable of holding up to 10 rounds in the mag, .50 caliber.
M16A2The rapid firepower of this improved M16 is more than enough to deal with a herd of shriekers, especially with sustained firepower and reloading capabilities. Fires a 5.56mm round, and has a 30-round magazine.
Remington 870When you can't get an Assault Rifle, the blast from a 12-gauge shotgun is more than enough to make a shrieker think twice- that is if a dead shrieker could think. Capable of holding up to 8 shells.
Desert EagleBurt rarely runs out of ammo for his main guns. But there are times that he's glad to have this as a backup weapon- no shrieker comes back after getting hit by one of these. Holds between 7-9 .50 bullets.
Remote Controlled Car BombIt has been a proven fact that the best way to dispatch graboids is with explosives from a distance. This remote-control bomb-car (for lack of a better name) does three things- acts as decoy, delivers payload, and provides shrapnel that messes up the insides of any graboid, once swallowed. Payload can range from a stick of dynamite up to several pounds of plastic explosives.
Concussion GrenadeWhen the Perfectionists have to deal with El Blanco (A white graboid protected under Federal Law), they use this to scare him away, as graboids are highly sensitive to sound. Of course, anyone not wearing hearing protection will become temporarily deaf.
Elephant GunWhether it's an 8 gauge double shotgun, or a .375 H&H Mag double rifle, this thing brings down animals like hippos, elephants, and graboids, like sacks of potatoes. Word of warning; use these guns properly or you'll hurt yourself.
PickaxThis tool can break apart rocks and pierce the thick hide of a graboid. Of course, killing a graboid depends on the age/size. A 5-foot long baby will die after being hit by one, a 30-foot long adult will not- though it will cause the creature plenty of pain and discomfort.
Bowie KnifeMade famous by the man it's named after, Burt carries one of these around as a backup backup weapon. While it hasn't seen much combat use, this bad boy can cut through fire hose like butter, so that said hose can be used as a makeshift escape rope.
All them things that you can't put into a computer.
Creature Combat Experience
Rick and Survivors- Rick and those with him fight Walkers- the undead. These creatures can only die if their brain is seriously damaged. However, unless encountered in large numbers, these creatures are easily killed, and have been known to fall for simple traps, like walking into pits that aren't even covered with sticks or leaves.
Burt and Perfectionists- Burt and his neighbors fight an assortment of creatures, from tunneling graboids, to heat-seeing shriekers, to fart-lighting/gliding assblasters, to mixmaster mutants (and only the Devil knows what abilities those things have). Many of these creatures can even think up strategies, or tactics at the very least. These creatures have even taken out squads of Special-trained armed guards, ones that had enough firepower to win a small war.Edge- Burt Gummer and Perfectionists. Fighting a creature that can use its brains, and come up with a plan, is much more difficult than one that doesn't use its brain.
Human Combat Experience
Rick and Survivors- Rick and those with him have faced other armed survivors, and have been forced into fighting them on several occasions. Thus, Rick and his friends have killed several Hostile Survivors, and have lost people to them. They even once turned the Prison into a trap, and forced the Woodbury Army into retreat.
Burt and Perfectionists- Due to Perfection being a tourist destination, Burt and his neighbors have rarely engaged in armed combat with other humans. However, they did once have to face some Las Vegas mobsters who were in town to kill El Blanco. Burt and several of his neighbors, and one government agent (from the Department of Land Management), engaged the mobsters in a gunfight, which, while it didn't kill any mobsters, attracted E.B., who showed up and ate the leader of the group. The surviving mobster ran away. Later on, the survivor came back with a friend, only to fare even worse- his "allies" were killed by the worm, and he was caught by a hitman, who presumably killed him.
Also, Burt has had to deal with non-violent human foes, such as a group of "Graboid Rights" activists who believed that Burt and his neighbors were causing harm to E.B. and a group of UFO-Nuts who thought that Burt was a "Government Agent sent to cover up the disappearances of several townsfolk" when in reality, he was there to kill the graboid causing the disappearances. Thankfully, both ended peacefully- Protesters found out that the Perfectionists weren't harming the creature- that it was their own for publicity, and the UFO-Nuts were eventually informed, by Tylor Reed, who had gone with Burt, that Burt as indeed a "Government Agent" but that he was one who was sent to "Kill an alien who'd been murdering those it captured", and the UFO-Nuts even joined them to help hunt down the "Alien" and save others who'd thought that they'd get their loved ones back.Edge- Rick and his Survivors. However, you do have to admire Burt Gummer and his neighbors a bit- in spite of everything that's been done to him, and all that he's capable of, Burt's never killed another human. Of course, if someone did try to force him from his home, he's prepared to fight that war.
Length of Combat/Training
Rick and Survivors- Rick and those with him have been fighting since Day 0 of the outbreak. At first, they were somewhat weak, longing for the Old World, as it were. Now, at a year and a half into the outbreak, the group is strong, due to constant fighting/training with the undead, and more people joining to replace those that they lost fighting the undead and hostile survivors. Training consists of firearms and melee weaponry to use against the undead. Most of the time, they stay within 100 miles of the Prison, to-and-back.
Burt and Perfectionists- Burt and his neighbors have been fighting gaboids and their ilk on-and-off from 1990 to at least 2004, with most of the action being seen between 2003 and 2004, though El Blanco has been around since the 2001 incursion. For the most part, Burt and his neighbors stay local- Perfection Nevada, but they've fought in several locations, like Mexico, Argentina, New Mexico, and even Arizona- most any place that graboids and their ilk appear at. Of course, once the incident is over, the group is able to meet up at Chang's Market, and pop the top on a cold one, and watch whatever's on the television- until E.B. decides to pay a visit, forcing them to turn off the television, along with every other electronic device.Edge This is a close one- I'd have to call it a tie. First up, Rick and those with him are constantly fighting, and very rarely do they get any good rest. Thus, they have to be tough every moment of every day. At the same time, Burt and his neighbors are able to relax and unwind after each incident. However, they are able to put that time to good use- preparing for the next time that the creatures show up.
Rick and Survivors- Rick and those with him have gone through various hardships, losing people. There was even a point when Rick was seeing visions of his late wife and hearing voices on a deactivated phone. Since then though, things did get better, until the flu came. Thankfully, the medicine arrived in time to save the rest.
Burt and Perfectionists- To be honest, Burt was not the sanest individual, having spent preparing for the better part of his life to survive WW3. Even now he's still as paranoid as ever, if not a little more so, having found out about a certain Top Secret lab that likes having its creations running through the valley. As for the others, they tend be as relaxed as an Alaskan town that gets polar bears wandering through town on a daily bases- they know that living with El Blanco is dangerous, but they take precautions to ensure their safety.Edge- Burt and Perfectionists. While one might question the sanity of a paranoid survivalists, along with those who live alongside a man-eating creature, theirs hasn't fluctuated as much as that belonging to Rick and his Survivors, which goes up and down all the time. Must be some sort of herb that Jodie Chang puts in the coffee she brews (lol).
How brutal are these guys to their foes?
Rick and Survivors- Rick and his survivors tend to put down walkers like most put down skunks and possums- cold and efficient. Of course, some have been known to be really savage to the creatures, just utterly destroying them.
Burt and Perfectionists- Due to the high-powered nature of their weapons, Burt and his neighbors tend to utterly destroy their graboid-type foes. Most of them kill the creatures with smiles on their faces, especially Burt.
Edge- Burt and Perfectionists- They'd blow the creatures up for fun if they could.
Rick and Survivors- At the end of any battle, Rick and those with him put a bullet, or a knife, through the heads of the dead and dying, on either side- friend or foe. Of course, this is done for practical reasons to keep the dead from coming back as a walker.
Burt and Perfectionists- As mentioned before, Burt and his neighbors have never killed another human. Then again, they've little need to. They live in a desert forty miles from the next nearest town, and the temperature range from extreme heat to extreme cold, and throw in the giant man-eating worm- the landscape would probably do the job for them.Edge- Rick gets this by a good margin, as he'll actually kill people, even late/former friends. Of course, after a 40 mile trek through the desert, with the heat, and cold, and the local wildlife trying to eat you, death might be pleasant by comparison.
Rick and Survivors- In the beginning, Rick and the others were willing to help people in trouble. After Lori's death though, there was a time that Rick didn't feel like helping people, though others, like Daryl were. After Andrea's death, Rick became open once again to helping others, and allowed the Woodbury residents sanctuary at the Prison, along with others.
Burt and Perfectionists- In a small town that survives on the tourist trade, death is not good for business. Thus, Burt regularly patrols the valley, both to monitor changes in the local wildlife, and to prevent lost fools from ending up as lunch. After all, there are some fates that he wouldn't wish upon anyone- even those trying to kill him- especially ever since his own experience inside of a graboid. He'll even help those trying to toss him out of their town, such as with a certain group of UFO-Nuts.Edge- This is close, but Burt and his neighbors have the edge here. Even at his very worst, Burt has always been willing to help people in need, even going far out of his way, down to Argentina, to help folks out. He has but one request, don't call him a Fed, even when he's "temporarily" on the Federal Payroll- GS-7- in order to combat the creatures outside of Perfection.
Why do they fight?
Rick and Survivors- Rick and those with him fight to stay alive, and to protect their friends and family. Sometimes they will go on risky missions that have a low chance of survival in order to do this.
Burt and Perfectionists- Perfection is Burt's home, and nobody can force him, or his neighbors to leave, even when danger is heading right for them. Also, they fight to protect each other, and even the world, to a degree- there are some lifeforms that are not allowed to leave due to the danger they'd posse, not only to humans, but to the environment, as in the case of Mixmaster mutants.Edge- Even. Members of both groups fight to protect each other, and even the world, or at least what's left of it.
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The Battle Conditions
Call me a Pacifist, but the two groups will not actually battle. Instead the groups will have a relatively peaceful meeting, after the Perfectionists rescue the Survivors from E.B. and the Survivors shall assist the Perfectionists in fighting some walkers.
As for the battle, it will be a "Fantasy What-If" if their meeting was less than peaceful. The Winning Leader, will be the one to tell his version of the story. The Loser Leader will say, "Oh Really", and tell what he thinks would have happened (summed up of course). After that, the two groups will head into town.
Time: Around 2012- Perfectionists had met up for a reunion in 2010 for a reunion, only for the outbreaks to occur, and Perfection becomes a refuge for survivors from Bixby (closest town) and other nearby areas. Burt becomes Pro-tempore commander of the "militia" and trains them to protect the town, which has been fortified. Rick and his Survivors have trekked across the country, after (in this story) the prison proved to be indefensible, and have, similar to their cannon counterparts, established a system of allowing people to join the group- The Three Questions.
Setting: Near the entrance to Perfection Valley. Rick and some of the others will be scouting out the place when they have an encounter with E.B. and make it to a rock. Burt and some of his neighbors show up, and scare off the graboid. One of Burt's other neighbors makes a call for help- walkers are near their ranch. The Survivors join them, and assist. Afterwards, they swap stories, and head to town.
Battle: This will be a 7 on 7 battle.
Rick Grimes looked at the others on the bus; most were former residents of Woodbury, who were either elderly, or children. Others were stragglers whom he and the rest had let join, once they passed a series of questions: How many walkers have you killed? How many people? and Why? (to the second question)
He needed to find someplace safe for them. He sat back down in the driver’s seat, and took a look at the map. The only place clearly marked was Las Vegas, but only a fool would set up camp there. “There has to be a place,” he said, as he looked at the area. The group had come better than two thousand miles since they abandoned the Prison.
Rick’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard a pounding on the door. The former Sheriff’s Deputy looked, and saw Daryl outside. Rick looked back, and said, “Carl.”
Rick’s son came to the front, wearing his cowboy-styled hat. “Yes dad?”
“I’m leaving you and Hershel in charge of the group when I go out on the run,” Rick said. “Listen to what he tells you, and be sure to run if he tells you.”
“Why not just leave him in charge?” Carl asked.
“Because sometimes one has to move fast, and even with his prosthetic leg, Hershel can’t run,” said Rick. “If someone needs to run, you have to act as his legs, and protect him; he’s one of the few doctors we have.”
“I understand,” said Carl.
Rick looked at the old farmer. “You’ll keep an eye on him?”
“Just keep an eye on my daughter out there,” Hershel said.
Rick opened the door, and got off the bus. “Are we all set?”
“We are,” said Daryl. “The doors are shut, they have food for five days, and they know to head North in case the run goes south.”
Rick looked at the convoy- which consisted of several buses, prison, school, and metro, an assortment of semis, many of which had gasoline and diesel containers for fuel, as well as an assortment of civilian and military vehicles. Altogether, over a hundred people depended upon the success of this mission. “We’ve come a long way,” he said. “I just hope that we can stop running soon.”
“I know what you mean,” said Daryl. “Still, I doubt that the Governor followed us past the Cumberland Pass.”
“I just hope that he was held up to,” said Rick. He then looked at his right-hand man. “So, what’s the name of this place we’re going to check out?”
“It’s called Bixby,” said Daryl. “Formally home to a few thousand people, now home to a few thousand walkers.”
“It’s a good thing we brought these along,” Glenn said as he and Maggie came up, carrying some pieces of riot gear, specifically, the shin and forearm sections. “It’s not like there’ll be people shooting at us, but we can keep our arms and legs protected from bites.”
“Good idea,” said Rick. “Do we have enough for all seven?”
“You, Daryl, Me, Maggie, Michonne, Tyreese, and Sasha,” said Glenn.
“Good,” said Rick. “Let’s get going.”
At the same time, Burt Gummer was looking at a sheet of paper, tapping a pencil on the counter in Chang’s Market. He lifted his eyes, and looked at the Asian woman on the other side. “Jodie, are you sure about this?” he asked.
“You know me,” the woman said. “I’ve been keeping inventory ever since this whole thing started.”
“Well, this figure worries me,” Burt said. “Between my stash and the store’s goods, we should have had at least ten years worth of food.”
“That was before we started rescuing people,” said Tyler, as the former tour guide sat on a stool next to them. “Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still all for helping others, but the thing is, even with stretching the food budget to include edible wild plants, like cactus, not to mention wild game, we were bound to run out at some point.”
“We haven’t run out yet,” said Burt. “We still have a week’s worth of food, and that’s before we start butchering Rosalita’s cattle. Still, the numbers don’t lie- we will need to leave the valley, and raid the nearby towns, like Bixby.”
“Are you nuts?” asked Melvin. “Those things are out there- they’ll eat you.”
Burt looked at the former land developer. “Listen up, you little turd. You ought to thank your lucky stars that we let you live in this valley after what you tried to do.”
“I’m with Burt on this one,” said Twitchell. “You’ve caused nothing but trouble here.”
Melvin scoffed, and left the store.
“Should of left him on a rock,” Burt muttered.
The former government man looked at the survivalist. “He does have a minor point though. The dead are out there. Now, we can hold them off, but going out there, we’ll have to be prepared for anything; not only the dead, but other people. You think Melvin’s bad, what if we encounter those New Jersey-Las Vegas types, or worse?”
Burt chuckled. “In that case, we give them a run for their money, like we always do.”
“I’m with you on that,” said Tyler. “So, who do you want with you?”
“I want you for sure,” said Burt. “As for the rest, I want Rosalita, Val, Earl, Heather, Desert Jack.”
“Why them?” asked Twitchell.
“Because, unlike you, they won’t drop their guns if someone shoots at them,” said Burt. “Also, they’ve proven themselves in combat.”
“I won’t argue with that,” said Twitchell.
“Good,” said Burt. With that, he and Tyler walked out of the store, onto the main street of Perfection. Burt growled a bit as he heard the noise of others. “I’ll be glad when things get back to normal.”
“One can only hope,” said Tyler. The two looked at the former mining town- once home to a handful of people, it was now the refuge to close to a hundred people, most of which lived in their vehicles, which were comprised of a mixture of cars, trucks, RVs, buses, and even a few military things from the National Guard unit that had resided in Bixby.
Burt then looked at a small group of three men, and two women, who were waiting by his and Tyler’s trucks. “Alright,” he said. “We’re going to check out Bixby- with any luck, there should be plenty of canned goods in the grocery stores. We’ll also check out gardening stores, and other places- we’re going to have to get seeds for future food stores.”
A while later, Rick and his group arrived on the edge of Bixby. Rick took a look through some binoculars. Aside from a few scattered walkers, everything seemed clear, so far.
“Alright,” he said. “Let’s load up, and get scouting; look for maps and the like, so that we can locate the stores.” He watched as the group got their weapons; everyone had a handgun and a knife, though Daryl also had his crossbow, Tyreese was carrying a Mossburg 500 shotgun, as was Glenn. Maggie, Michonne and Sasha were carrying M4A1s, with Michonne also carrying her katana. Rick made sure that he had ammo for his Python, and picked up a Winchester Model 70 hunting rifle, and made sure that everyone had some flashbangs and grenades, just in case they met up with hostile raiders. He then picked up a machete.
“Remember,” Rick said. “Keep the noise to the minimum; blades and crossbow unless we have no choice.”
At the same time, Burt and his group had parked on the other side of Bixby. Burt looked through the scoop on his Barrett M82. “Aside from a few of those dead freaks, things are all quiet. Still, it’s best not to take chances. Keep the noise down.” He then made sure his Desert Eagle was in its holster, and his Bowie knife was in its sheath. He also checked to see that the others were also packing; Earl had an elephant gun, Rosalita, and Val had Remington 870 shotguns, Heather, Tyler, and Desert Jack had M16A2s. Val was also carrying a pickax- not much use in a fight, but it had other uses, like breaking down doors. Everyone else was also packing a handgun and a knife. They were also carrying concussion grenades, and a few were carrying remote control cars and blocks of C-4- the grenades were good for distraction, and the cars, with C-4 strapped to them, could both distract, and kill, or at least, injure the dead.
“Alright,” Burt said. “We know the first store to hit, and we know to keep things quiet.”
A few minutes later, Glenn and Daryl were checking out a little flower shop, specifically, the little files that held the “Places to See” pamphlets, which tended to have maps of the area.
“Find anything?” Daryl asked, as he kept watch, just in case a walker was in the shop.
Glenn picked up one, and took a look. “Yeah, there’s a grocery store five blocks down this street.”
“Good,” said Daryl. “Let’s tell the others, and get stocked up.”
A little while later, Burt and his group entered a store. “Earl, Val, you check Aisle 20 and 21, Rosalita, Tyler, 18 and 19, Jack, Heather, 16 and 17. I’ll check down this way.” The Perfection Residents nodded, and set down towards their Aisles.
A moment later, Burt heard the door on the other side open, and some voices. “Glenn, Maggie, check out Aisles 1 and 2. Michonne, Daryl, 3 and 4. Tyreese, Sasha, 5 and 6. I’ll check down this way.” He then heard footsteps.
Burt turned his head, and saw that the others had their heads around the corners of their respective aisles. He then flashed a few hand signs, and they nodded, and set themselves up. Setting his rifle against the wall, Burt drew his Desert Eagle, and began walking towards the voice, stepping on a few creaky boards.
Soon enough, he caught sight of a man carrying a nice sized revolver, taking baby formula off of a shelf. “Hey cowboy.” The man turned, drawing the revolver. “Not bad- but I’ve got the drop on you.”
“That’s what you think, desert rat,” Rick said.
Burt felt the tip of an arrow against the side of his neck. Burt chuckled at this. “Not bad, but your friend might want to turn his head down towards the back.”
Daryl turned his head, and saw some other people, all of which had guns pointed at him.
“We have more people,” he said. “You can’t cover us all.”
Burt smiled. “You came in with seven, as did I. Of course, any one of us fire a shot, it won’t mean anything if those dead freaks decide to investigate- we’d all be dead.”
“What are you suggesting?” Rick asked.
“A truce for one,” said Burt. “And for another, let’s see about lowering the blinds; we don’t want to attract any unneeded attention.”
Rick turned his head, and looked at the windows. There weren’t any walkers visible yet, but he could hear them, coming close. “That might be a good idea.”
Burt chuckled. “I know a thing or two about stealth. Your people can come out now, from behind my people.”
“How do you that?” Rick asked.
“The creature I tend to fight hunts primarily by sound,” Burt said. “My people have learned how to stand still, and stay silent. You have two kids back there who haven’t quite learned that trick.”
“I see your point,” Rick said, as he holstered his Python. “Daryl.”
Burt felt the arrow leave his neck. “A wise decision. Heather, you and the others can lower their weapons,” he said, holstering his Eagle.
“Glenn, same with you and the rest.”
“So what do we do now?” asked a young man.
“We’ll take care of the windows,” said Rick. “After that, we’ll get what we came for.”
“Let me guess, food and other supplies,” said Burt.
“Basically,” said Rick. “The group has a few days worth of food left- came here because it’s the first place we found- couldn’t risk Las Vegas.”
“Heh, that city was a death trap on a good day,” said Burt. “Had to deal with some unfriendly types from there once- they decided to shoot at us when we found out that they were dangerous criminals.”
“What did they do?” Rick asked.
“They tried to kill a creature that I’ve grown rather fond of, a graboid we call El Blanco.”
“What’s a graboid?” Rick asked.
Burt looked at a rack of magazines, and took one out. “This ought to tell you.” He gave it to Rick.
Rick flipped through the magazine, which was about the creatures. “Large man-eating worms?”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Burt said. “Now, the windows?”
“Oh, yes, right.”
Within a few minutes, the blinds were down, and introductions were made.
“You’re telling me, that you trekked two thousand miles, across dead-infested country, just to escape the clutches of one man?” Burt asked, after Rick had told him his story. “I don’t know if I should call you overly-cautious or paranoid.”
“What’s your story?” Rick asked. “Why do you live out in the middle of nowhere?”
“I didn’t like dealing with people, or the government,” said Burt. “Problem is, since El Blanco is the only one of his kind, his territory is deemed Protected by the Government, meaning that I had to deal with a few of them, from time to time- wish I had those days again. I didn’t like those government stooges butting into things that they had no business dealing with, but at least the dead stayed dead, unlike now.”
“So, you know it’s not just bites?”
“People at the Lab in the valley did some tests when I brought in the messed up body of a bird watcher- they said it was two viruses, one killed you, while the other lay dormant, until you died- then it would bring you back, but not in the manner that Jesus did.”
“Burt, Rick, if you two don’t mind, we’d better get to collecting supplies,” said Tyler.
“Good,” said Burt, as he grabbed a grease can, and tossed it to the former tour guide/mechanic. “Apply that to the wheels of the shopping carts- it will keep them relatively quiet, and we can gather more supplies than just using packs.”
Tyler chuckled at this. “Very good.”
“We can put the rifles and shotguns by the counter until we’re done,” said Rick. “Me and Burt will keep watch.”
With that, the members of the two groups got some carts, and greased their wheels, before going “shopping”.
“So, I take it that you’re the leader of a fair-sized group,” said Burt.
“How do you figure that?” Rick asked.
“The fact that you were getting baby formula, when most would be going for actual food,” said Burt. “Tells me that there are others, possibly young children even.”
Rick smiled. “A son, Carl, and a baby daughter, Judith.”
“You’re a lucky man,” said Burt. “Heather and I broke up some time back- the only reason she’s with me is because of the Outbreak- she and a bunch of the others were in town to celebrate the twentieth anniversary since graboids were discovered when, well, the dead stopped dying. After that, since I had the most combat experience, as it were, I was named Pro-tempore commander of the local, militia, such as it can be called, considering that many lacked the experience of using a firearm outside of paintball and such. Still, me and the others managed to train them, and now they can hold their own, at least against the dead. Of course, I hope that they never have to fight the living, especially those who are a group of hardened criminals, or military-trained- the thought scares me worse than the dead do.”
“I know what you mean,” said Rick. “I’ve had to fight the living on several occasions- lost more than a few friends.”
Burt nodded. “I’ve been there- hard to get over at times.” The survivalist noticed the M4s that were by Rick. “Mind if I take a look at your assault rifles?”
Rick picked one up, removed the magazine, and took out the chambered round. “I don’t mind.” He passed it over.
Burt picked it up. “A little lighter than my M16A2, a little smaller, more maneuverable in confined spaces I bet.” He handed it back.
“It has its uses,” said Rick. “Though I’m surprised that you have a double barrel shotgun with you; you’d be better off with another pump.”
Burt chuckled. “It’s not just a shotgun, it’s an elephant gun. Bastard that gets hit with this, gets a one-way ticket to Hell.”
“You also have a .50 rifle that has to be like thirty pounds,” Rick said, as he tapped his Winchester bolt-action rifle, which was less than ten pounds.
Burt grinned at this, and picked up his favorite weapon. “I bought this specifically for dispatching graboids- the skin on those beasts makes the skin of an elephant seem like a human. This baby can penetrate that like a hot knife through soft butter. It can even take out lightly armored vehicles, like cars and trucks.”
“And against walkers?”
“It takes out the first one, and more than a few of his friends behind him,” Burt said, as he pulled a bullet out of his vest. “This thing is five times more powerful than the .30-06 your hunting rifle uses.”
Rick chuckled. “Yeah, but at least I can run with this.” He then noticed the remote control truck that someone had left on the floor. “Is that for playtime?”
Burt grinned. “Decoy and transportation of explosives, actually.”
“How does that work?”
“The concept originates during the 1990 Graboid Incursion,” said Burt. “My friends were trapped on the roof of the store, with a graboid circling under them; just to inform you, these things hunt by sound, including some that only dogs can hear, so it wasn’t like they could just jump off the roof. However, Miguel, a late friend of mine, reasoned that if the creatures liked noise so much, they could chase something, which would give one of the others a chance to run for this Caterpillar Bulldozer Tractor, and hook it up to this semi-trailer, and then get the rest to take them out of town. For the decoy, they used a riding lawn mower, which had belonged to another late friend of mine, Walter. It worked, until the thing tipped over, and fell on its side.”
“And the explosives?”
“Again, the 1990 Incursion- we dragged a pipe bomb that I made using some rope, fishing-like you might say. It killed one of the creatures- only annoyance was that the other one learned rather quickly, like they tend to, and spat up the next one we tossed out.”
“And using them together?”
“That would be from the 1996 Incursion, down in Mexico- Earl decided to attach a few sticks of dynamite to a remote control truck, and use a wireless transmitter. We managed to kill twenty of the sightless brutes that way, until they changed into shriekers.”
“And those are?”
“Similar to big ugly ostriches, only uglier, and they only see heat,” Burt said. “Best way to kill them is with rapid firepower, like that of a full-automatic machinegun. What’s more, they multiply after they eat enough food.”
“Is there another stage?”
“The Assblaster- it can glide after, effectively, lighting a fart, hence the name. You shove something hot in that thing though, it will blow itself up.”
“So, let me get this right; you use high powered weapons, because your foes require high powered weapons in order to be killed.”
“Precisely,” said Burt.
Rick chuckled at this. “People must think you’re crazy.”
“A few have,” said Burt. “But given the situations that tend to occur, even those that complain about me will come running to my place for help, especially since I have plenty of weapons.”
“Had to look for a number of the weapons we have,” said Rick. “Found them in homes, military bases, and also, on the dead.”
Burt nodded. “Had to do that once when fighting shriekers- broke into a man’s home because he, allegedly, had an arsenal, and I was out of ammo at the time; I was somewhat disappointed though- the weapons were single shot muzzleloaders from the Civil War. Thankfully, Tyler had made a few friends with the local high school baseball coach- between him and his team; we made a firing squad that would have made the boys of Gettysburg proud.”
“So, you’ve seen plenty of action?”
“On and off for almost twenty years, though I’d rather fight graboids and their ilk again- they’re just smart animals. The dead though, they were once people- every so often, the thoughts of who they once were run through my mind- what they did, where they lived, the kind of people, and so on.”
“So, how many walkers have you killed?” Rick asked.
“At least twenty, if not more than fifty,” Burt said. “I try not to count them- though I do try to see that their remains are taken care of properly, if possible, with a prayer, or something close enough to one.”
“What about living people?” Rick asked. “Have you killed any?”
“No, though there have been a few I’ve been tempted to,” Burt said. “Some people just like to push my buttons, and mess with things that they shouldn’t. Thankfully, I’m a peace-loving man, though there have been times that I’m glad that Tyler was around; he has that way of getting through to even the most stubborn of people, and convincing them to help you, though his methods are highly unorthodox.”
“So, if you were to kill someone,” said Rick. “What would be your reasons for doing so?”
“Let’s put it this way,” said Burt. “If any of yours had opened fire, I would have seen to it, that none of you would be telling anyone the story.”
Rick chuckled. “I doubt it; as you’ve said; your people have never killed anyone. On the other hand, me and my people have, albeit for self-defense. Do you want to know what I think would have happened if our meeting had been less than friendly?”
Burt chuckled. “I’m all ears for a good story; how do you think that it would have turned out?”
“It would have turned out like this….”
Perfection Citizens: 7
Walking Dead Survivors: 7
Rick and his group locate the store. He makes a motion to Tyreese and Sasha. The two nod, and take up position, covering both ends of the street, Tyreese with his Mossburg, and Sasha with her M4. Rick then mouths to Michonne and Daryl, “On me,” as he loosens his machete. The other two nod, with Michonne getting her katana ready, and Daryl making sure that an arrow was in place.
At the same time, Burt and his group were on the other side of the store. The survivalist points at Rosalita and Tyler, and the two turn to cover the streets, Tyler with his M16, and Rosalita with her Remington. Burt looked at Val and Earl, saying quietly, “On me.” Val readies his pickax, and Earl makes sure that his elephant gun is ready.
The two groups enter at practically the same time, Burt and Rick mistaking the extra noise as belonging to their own group. The two leaders silently issue their orders to check the various Aisles.
Burt however, hears a set of footsteps that doesn’t belong to a member of his group, and sets up position with his Barrett M82. An Asian teenage boy carrying a shotgun comes out from the aisle.
“Shit! Rick! This guy has a cannon!” Glenn says, firing a shot at Burt in his panic, some of the pellets striking the survivalist.
Feeling that War had been Declared upon him, Burt opened fire, the .50 caliber bullet practically vaporizing Glenn’s head. “On me!” he shouted.
WD Survivors: 6
Rick popped out from his aisle, and fired at the survivalist with his Winchester Model 70. However, while the shot missed the survivalist, it did damage the big rifle he had. However, he was forced to find cover when a man swinging a pickax came at him, disarming him of his rifle.
“Shit!” he said, as he tried to pull out his machete. Luckily for him, an arrow pierced the man’s skull. Pushing the body off of him, he saw Daryl reloading his crossbow, at the same moment he heard someone shout, “Val!”
Darly then turned to face the person that had spoken, only to be met with both barrels of an elephant gun.
WD Survivors: 5
“Take that, you motherhumper,” said Earl. He then started to reload the big gun, ignoring the pain that his shoulder was in from the recoil, when he heard a sound that caused him to turn his head. The last thing he ever saw was a black woman wielding a sword.
Michonne wiped her sword on the dead man’s clothes, and sheathed it, placing her M4 back into her hands, and joined Rick near the front, where she and the rest began exchanging fire with the survivalist and his friends.
“What do we do?” Tyler asked, as he fired his M16.
“A strategic withdraw, with a booby trap surprise,” Burt said, as he picked up a remote control car, and placed some C-4 on it. “Cover me.”
With Jack, Tyler, Rosalita, and Heather firing, Burt ran to the back door, and placed the car in the shadows. “Come on!” he shouted. “Time to get the hell out of here!” Covering each other, Burt and the others ran out into the streets, which were soon becoming filled with walkers.
“Let’s go after them!” shouted Rick. He and his people ran to the door, only to be stopped by an explosion.
Burt chuckled from behind a car that he and his friends were using to shield themselves, as he watched the debris settle. He then pocketed the detonator. “Looks like five pounds was their limit.”
“Let me take a look,” Jack said.
“Just be careful,” said Burt.
“You just stick with Jack, and you’ll make it back,” the man said, as he got out from behind cover. However, he was cut down from a bust of automatic fire.
“No!” Burt and the others screamed. They then readied themselves for any of the enemy to come out. Out came a young white woman with an M4, a black man with a shotgun, who looked angry, a white man with a large revolver, a black woman, who also had an M4, and was carrying a sword.
“You killed my sister,” the black man shouted, as he opened fire. Heather popped out from hiding, and shot her M16, killing the black man.
WD Survivors: 3
“Come on,” Rick said, as he fired a shot with his Python. The shot took Rosalita in the heart.
“The bastards!” Tyler shouted, firing his M16. “I’ll kill them for that!”
Burt fired his Eagle, killing Maggie. “Do that later! Now come on!” He then picked up Rosalita’s shotgun, and he and Heather began running.
WD Survivors: 2
However, Tyler was so preoccupied, by grief, and anger, and revenge, that he didn’t notice that Rosalita had changed. The undead woman grabbed him, and he was forced to fight her, and in the process, was bitten. “No!” he shouted. Thankfully for him, an M67 Grenade put him out of his misery.
Rick groaned in pain as he picked up Tyreese’s shotgun. He then looked at Michonne, who looked as tired as he did. “Let’s put an end to this.”
The woman nodded, and the two pursued their remaining foes.
Burt and Heather break into a house, and deal with some of the former inhabitants of the house. “Reminds me of how our place used to look,” Heather said as the two entered.
“I know,” said Burt. “And if we ever get the chance, I’d be willing to share the house again, with you in it.”
Heather smiled. “Let’s talk about that later. You’d best check upstairs, I’ll check the kitchen.”
A few minutes later, Rick and Michonne entered the house. “You check upstairs, and I’ll check down here.”
“Be careful Rick,” said Michonne. “This man reminds me of The Governor.”
Rick nodded, and the two separated. Rick soon heard footsteps, and the sounds of someone breathing heavily. He took out a flashbang, pulled the pin, and tossed it into the room. He heard someone say “Shit!” as the device unleashed its load of smoke, as someone came out, carrying an M16. Rick fired his shotgun, catching the person in the chest. When the smoke cleared, he saw that it was a redheaded woman.
Back upstairs, Burt had heard footsteps of someone coming up. He took out a concussion grenade, pulled the pin, and tossed it. The force from the shockwave caught who ever had been trying to climb up, because Burt could hear someone screaming in pain. Burt cautiously walked over, and pointed his shotgun down the stars, where he saw the sword carrier holding onto her ears, which had blood coming from them. As if on instinct, the woman looked at him, or tried to. “Broke into the wrong goddamn house, you bitch,” Burt said, as he fired the gun.
WD Survivors: 1
The survivalist placed his hand on his wound from before. It was bleeding, badly. He took out his Bowie, and carefully ripped that part of his shirt. “Shit!” he muttered. The shot from the Asian has been a lucky one; the pellets had entered his kidney and liver. He then checked his shotgun- it was empty. Setting it down, he drew his Eagle, and carefully walked down the stairs. He looked at the woman, and noticed that the woman was turning. Using his Bowie, Burt stabbed her between the eyes. “That’s why we’re at the top of the food chain.” He then resumed walking, his vision getting blurry, and feeling his life’s force draining from him.
At the same time, Rick checked his own wound; the shrapnel from the C-4 had sent a nice sized wood sliver into his side. Thankfully though, it wasn’t too serious, providing that he could get to Hershel in time. It was then that he heard the footsteps of the other person. “I’ll get to you,” he said, as he noticed the woman’s body start to move. “But first things first.” He took out his machete, walked up to her, and split her skull with the blade. He then got out his Python, and followed the source of the footsteps.
Rick soon found the person, sitting in an easy chair, a Bowie knife in one hand, and a Desert Eagle in the other. From the looks of things, he wasn’t long for this world, and barely held his weapons. The man looked at him. “A lifetime of preparation, and I’m done in by some Asian kid who couldn’t use a gun right.”
Rick sheathed his machete. “Why did you kill my friends?”
“Because the Asian boy fired at me,” said Burt. “I was acting in self-defense. I wouldn’t have shot him otherwise.”
Rick sat down in another chair. “Was this the first time you’ve killed someone?”
“I’ve always prepared for the possibility, and even believed that I could pull the trigger if I had to,” Burt said. “I guess that I proved that I could do that. Still, it catches up with you, the emotion, the adrenaline, and then you realize what you did.”
“I know what you mean,” said Rick. “Is there anything that I can do?”
“Besides putting me down when I turn, yeah, there is something that you can do,” said Burt.
“There’s a town, up the road about 40 miles called Perfection,” Burt said. “They will need to know that I won’t be coming back. Whatever you do though, don’t stop to walk around.”
“What do I tell them?” Rick asked.
“Tell them, that I tried to save you from some of those dead freaks,” Burt said. “This is one truth that they don’t need to know. Take my hat, and give it to Jodie and Nancy.” The survivalist lost consciousness at this point.
Rick stood up, and took off the man’s Atlanta Hawks hat, and pointed his revolver at him, just as the man’s eyes snapped open, showing the eyes of a walker. “I’m sorry this happened to you,” he said, pulling the trigger.
Winner: Walking Dead Survivors
“You’re sorry?” Burt asked. “You’d actually apologize for having to kill me?”
“Said it to the first walker I saw back in the beginning of this mess,” Rick said. “It was a woman who only had half a body. Put her down in the park, near this hospital I’d woken up from a coma in. It was like she was my introduction into this world.”
Burt chuckled at this. “I know what you mean; my introduction to graboids was when one burst through my basement wall- had to use practically every gun I had before I found the right one that could actually kill the damn thing.”
“I think we got what we need for a while,” Daryl sad, as both he and Tyler came up to the two with full carts.
“Burt, me and Daryl were talking, and I think that it might be a good idea if we invite these guys over for Pot Luck,” said Tyler. “After all, it has been a while since we’re received any news from outside the valley.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing that,” Burt said. “So long as they realize that our dish-to-pass would consist primarily of MREs.”
“I don’t mind MREs, so long as you don’t mind canned goods,” Rick said.
“Splendid,” Burt said. He then lifted up part of the blind. “I think we’re good for the moment. Me and Rick will provide Escort, while the rest of you push the carts. We’ll switch when someone gets tired.”
About ten minutes later, the two groups were outside of Bixby, more than a little exhausted from having to run from a group of curious walkers, which had decided to pursue them.
“I don’t know how to repay you,” Rick said. “Without your knowledge of town, we would have gone down that one blind alley, and got caught.”
“Are you kidding?” Burt asked. “We should be thanking you- If it weren’t for Daryl and his crossbow, that one would have given away our position to that rather large group that was ahead of us.”
Rick chuckled. “I guess we could call it even.”
Burt smiled. “In that case, let me show you where to go to get to Perfection.” He got out a map, and smoothed it out on top of his War Wagon. “This here’s Bixby. Now if you take this road, and keep on going for forty miles north, you’ll eventually enter Perfection.”
“This is good,” said Rick.
“A word of warning though; once you and your people enter the valley, do not leave your vehicles,” Burt said. “The creature that lives in the valley is far more dangerous than the dead.”
Rick grinned. “I’ll remember that.”
“Good,” said Burt. “See you folks for supper?”
“We’ll do that,” Rick said, extending his hand.
Burt smiled, grabbed the man’s hand, and the two shook. “We’ll see you around.”
“Same here,” said Rick.
The two groups then separated, and headed towards their vehicles.
“So, what do you think of them?” Tyler asked, as he and the rest of Burt’s group got to their vehicles.
Burt looked at him. “I think he’s a nice man, but the darn fool thinks that I’d lose if we got into a fight. No one has ever beaten me in a fight- not protestors, not UFO-Nuts, not mobsters, and certainly not a couple of Good Ol’ Boys from Georgia.” Then he grinned. “But it would still be one interesting fight.”
At the same time, Rick and his group had gotten to their vehicles.
“What do you think of them?” Daryl asked.
“I think that the man is a paranoid gun enthusiast with a bad taste in hats,” Rick said. “Still, he cares for the safety of his group, and that’s what really matters in this messed up world.”
While the Perfectionists have some hard-hitting weapons, and have fought some very tough foes, it's believed that their lack of experience at fighting armed foes, as well as the fact that they've never actually killed another person, and would not likely be hardened enough to do so, would give the Survivors the lead in this fight, as the Survivors have actually killed others, albeit for defensive reasons.