Dumb and Dumber (closed for Thomas)

It was the crack of dawn, Albert had just woken up. Sleepy and hungry he got up from his ragged hammock. He checked his cracked pocket watch, it was five AM in the morning. He let out a soft yawn, his left hand rubbed his sleepy eyes while his right hand scampered all over a nearby self to locate his glasses. Albert's fingertips touched the plastic frame of his glasses, he quickly grabbed his glasses and put them on. "Good morning shitty world..." sighed Albert as he hopped off his hammock.

He peeked out of a trashcan, holding the stick to a corndog. "Neo, we need weapons. like NOW." Thomas said. He was beginning to pretend he was his character from a story, just to cope with the terror of the world. He wasn't losing it, for he had no stability to begin with. He dug around the bottom of the trashcan, trying to find something useful. He was beginning to get sick of keeping an eye out while his friend slept. "We gone get Maria? Or should we let Ivan find her?"

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"Shit....two of them got got in.....Damn....I'll go and distract them.....warn the other survivors in this near by area.....for all we know there are more of these bastards here...." sighed Albert as he responded to his online alias. "and one more thing....stop using our rp names......we don't even know if she's alive...." chuckled Albert as he picked up a brick. He dashed over to the side of a small makeshift hut. Albert peeked out to the sides to see the walkers, he took the brick and chucked it at an empty trash can in order to distract the walkers. He then poked his head around the corner to signal to Thomas. He motioned to him to go a head and move out.

"Okay Shiroe." Thomas grunted as he hit the side of the trashcan with his hip and grabbed the lid of the bin. He fell to his side as his armor was sealed. "EL OH EL, I ISH STEEL ZOMBIE SLAYER!" his voice echoed from inside the aluminum death trap. He rolled away from the sounds. He was going to tell other people out the zom-

"OOF." he said as he hit something. It wasn't a person...

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"Another set of walkers! Damn it! That moron!........" cursed Albert as he ducked away in time just before the walkers could sense him. Thomas' great escapade had just acquired all the walkers attention. So much for the plan. It was as if Thomas had just took Albert's plan, tied it to a brick and threw it out the glass window for the whole neighborhood to hear. Albert hopped inside another small hut searching for anything! Anything that could be of use.

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"I'M MOTHER FUCKING CAPTAIN KOREA!" He yelled, taking the lid of the trashcan and the knife in his hand. It was as if it was a sword and shield. "DIEDIEDIEDIE!" He spun and hit the zombie in the face with his massive shield. He was enjoying every bit of it, only to kick the other zombie back a few feet.

He took off running in the other direction, back towards his friend. He had somethings to collect back near the hut. He knew they would have to get out soon. There was things to do.

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"A soda......a soda......really.....WHY NOT ADD IN A BAG OF POTATO CHIPS!" yelled Albert as he shook the can of soda in the air. He dashed out the hut only to find himself face to face with a walker. Albert quickly backed away, the walker lurched forward in hopes to take a bite out of Albert. Luckily he was able to dodge, suddenly Albert just snapped. Albert was no longer fighting a walker he was fighting himself.....He no longer saw a decaying face...instead Albert saw himself....

"Still trying to survive? Why do you still try? For the atonement of your sins?....." Albert's reflection taunted him. Albert looked at the zombie in mixture of fear, and hatred.....not because he feared or hated the zombie....its because Albert feared and hated himself.

"NO!.....I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU!" yelled Albert, he threw the soda can at the zombies face, and followed up with a roundhouse kick. Albert threw all his weight in his kick as he kicked the can deep into the walkers skull. The Aluminum burst into sharp pieces stabbing through the flesh and crushing part of the Zombies skull. Blood and stale soda mixed together as it spilled allover the floor. Albert didn't stop there, he grabbed the stunned Zombie by the back of the head and slammed it on to the side of a hut causing the already damaged skull to split into two. Blood splattered all over the huts wall, Albert was stained in rotten blood. His glasses was smeared with the red color. Albert just stood there laughing madly to himself....

"Na na na na na..."

He dashed at his friend, holding the knife in hand. He held the switchblade his honor and respect. It was the reminder of how his normal life used to be so long ago. But to thing that he was part of a gang of-

"... na na na na na ..."

He pocketed the knife, folding it with a single hand. He took the lid of the trashcan and bashed his face into it. With that, it began to bend. He smiled, and continued to run while hitting his head against the lid, forming the aluminum. With a little added force with his hands, he snapped the rusted lid in two, resulting in two crescents.

".. na na na... I'M MOTHER FUCKING KASEKI."

He stopped, only to spin with both halves of metal in his hands. He would lure them in bit a bit more. He would destroy them. This world was his for the taking.

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Albert quickly went to back up Kaseki. All the zombies were a reflection of himself. All of them whispering to Albert driving him to insanity. Albert was now back to back with Kaseki. Albert quickly took off his jacket, tore it and wrapped it around his hands. He picked up a few pebbles and put them inside a the torn cloth that used to be his jacket. Albert quickly made a makeshift set of knuckles, enough to do a bit of damage on a walker...however he knew it wouldn't be enough to take one down. He scanned the are looking for anything else he could use

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Thomas laughed as his friend met up with him. All he saw was red. "Heh, hehehh..." he began to laugh, "Two for me, two for you." He held his weapons in his hands, only to look at the two in front of him, and listening to the two before his ally. There was no more words for Thomas to say.

He lunged at the closest of his two targets, swinging his blades in hand. He had some things to take care of, and rearranging this zombie's face was priority number one. He slashed at the zombie, ripping the skin and jamming the lid into his jaw. With a second hit he forced it, decapitating his target. He would savor this moment... for he had the taste for blood once more.

Albert took the pocket knife out of Thomas' pocket. Albert looked at the zombies all of which had his face....Albert's anger grew.... he lurched forward....Albert was no longer in control....something else...something more sinister.......Albert was consumed by pure hatred and blood lust....Albert rolled to the side, he cut the zombies tendons, thus rendering the zombies arms useless....they hung there limply....but he knew it wouldn't be enough to stop the undead monster......Albert dodged the undead man, he sliced the zombies throat. Albert then quickly maneuvered himself behind the confused Zombie. Albert sliced the Zombie in the back of his neck. Blood gushed out, but Albert could faintly see the bones of the zombies neck. Albert smirked, he jumped up and once again put all his weight in his kick. Due to the previous slices Albert had made, he was able to kick the zombies head off. The walker body twitched and fell to the ground.....Albert approached the lopped off head.....Albert still saw his own face on the walkers head.....Albert's reflection was smiling.... Albert scowled and stomped the walkers head, thus crushing it with his heel....

He ran at the second zombie, only to carry his half of the lid in his right hand. He was growing tired of the dead and with it, his eyes were full of bloodlust. He smiled as he jumped at the zombie, his waste eye-level with the decayed corpse. He forced his foot into his face, only to make the creature stumble back. "Now now..." his voice was full of hatred, and no longer the yearn for survival. He was beyond himself. He was becoming his second self... "Xavier".

He swung his arm at the undead, casting it down upon the skull of it with the lid in hand. It wasn't enough to split the head in half, but enough to brutally part the brain of the zombie. He had things to do. "Now, I must be going..." he said looking at the dead. He smiled as he saw his achievement, only to turn back to the hut that they were at. As soon as he got his bag, they would be leaving. Period.

Albert's hallucination slowly came to a stop. Albert stood there a bit dazed unsure what had just happened. Albert backed away from the dead bodies thinking that it was Thomas' handiwork. Little did Albert know, he was the one killed on of the zombies. Albert followed Thomas, grabbing a pile of clothes.

"Yo...lets get out of here..." whispered Albert as he peeked out the window to check up on the zombies. Luckily they where distracted...

Snapping back into himself, he looked at the maimed corpses. He couldn't remember what happened. He made his way to the hut to grab his bag, and he slung it on his back in a single fluid motion, just over a single shoulder. "We should see if Monica is alright." he said. Thomas smiled as he remembered the starwars collection in his bag. He had his own personal videos of Starwars, but he had a few blurays of the newer releases.

"It seemed like this place was evacuated," he said to his friend, only thinking about how Albert could let himself go at times. He was someone who could, and did kill those zombies, or at least that was what Thomas thought. "Looks like we're on our own again." he looked at his friend again with a joyful smile on his face. He lifted his hand to his friend and made a fist, ready for a bump. "Wonderland Crew."

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Albert nodded he reasoned to his friend by giving him a fist bump. He followed Thomas for a few hours and finally came to a stop...he paused thinking to himself. He suddenly looked up and said "Hey...listen...you go look for Monica...She's still probably cooped up at home or something...I'll catch up with you guys later...There's something I have to do...." with that said Albert ran off on his own before Thomas could reply....

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