Rage was not my friend. It was my favorite addition, but it only ever led to tears and regret.
Zed Zane was a man losing his ropes, slipping down an obsolete venture into his own personal Hell amongst the apocalypse outside his doors. With a miscalculation, his entire life would change in an instant, one that leads to u told pains, death, and a quest to be reunited. Allowing Specialist Freitag and Specialist Harris shelter to their compound, leads to the cruel demise of Harvey Marin and the shot fired to the side of Murphy’s head. Stunned with rage, silenced by the pounding in his ears it was Steph and Dalhover who took the momentum in stride securing the property once more as Zed gawked. While the Whites were busily shoving at the walls to gain their meals, a rush inside the mansion was imminent. With Murphy severely unconscious and unresponsive, Zed takes to his own as he tried to gain a reading off the two newcomers without realizing the betrayal in the midst of them.
One step into my run, Dalhover said, “Zed, wait. Pick up the hand.” “What!?” “Pick up the hand.”
Holding a deceased man’s hand in his, he felt the disgust recoiling off of him yet felt morally bounded to Freitag in the disposal of a man who was quite fond of her Aumt now forever lost in the clutches of the new world. As they rounded corner after corner on the river within the ski boat, it was decided he would lay Harvey to rest while she stayed behind out of the reaches of the whites. As he rested the man, she whined the engines attacking every calloused feeder for miles to descend upon the stranded Zed. Angered with a loss for words, he was distracted allowing two Smart Ones, nicknames Nancy and Bubbles to capture him and secure a chain to his neck to join their heard of chained Whites to carry precious silvers. Starving and dehydrated, he learned of their fear of water and refusal to step foot to close to the banks except for a sip of water. While chained, he encountered another fellow Slow Burn, Nico Wright. With a desire to be free and reunite with his friends, they devise a plan and use the River to tug them further out of reach with the assistance of Scuba equipment and a need to survive.
With no mortal consequences waiting in the wings, there for few limits to the indulgence of personal ignorance. Mistakes were paid for in blood.
As they escaped, they remained chained by the throats to one another and encountered an old man who was seemingly unaware of the crisis outside of his newly shattered door. In a rush for freedom, Nico stayed behind with him, and Zed Zane hustled back to the mansion where an entire gathering of hairless, naked to the barest flesh Whites has gathered and he was angered as they tore at his clothes and they his hair, his scalp bleeding but thankfully unable to feel the agony. Taking on the toll to find the truth he watched the tapes showing the overrun, seeing Harris perish to save Mandi and saw his friends and Freitag make their getaway with little casualties. Hunting her down became a priority, and upon finding her demanded the answers he so craved. Satisfied with it he made a beeline to their original escape house, where he found those he loved and cherished most in the twisted world.
Kill the Him. Kill the Her. Kill them all.
With a failure to ignite the mansion, Zed felt disappointed brewing as he allowed Thousands of the Whites to live, including Mark, the man he swore vengeance for after Amber’s brutal murder. He battled deep within himself as his feelings for Steph began materializing and haunted by those he’s lost among his journeys.
We were all commuters, traveling, serially to the same unsatisfying future, the same dead end.