Ambulate: Season One

"Where Devil's Weep"

Episode
Twenty:

After an unforgivable six and half hour drive we finally arrived in Washington D.C. I put the car in park behind a row of abandoned vehicles, observing the White House and the area around us. The White House white coated canvas was colored halfly with tree vines and overly grown moss. Its exterior walls were badly charred in ruin after years of low maintenance.

Eighty percent of the windows were broken and partially faded, and the whole Lafayette square from left to right had a mass of undead dead corpses. Hanging on the street lampposts and signal poles were Charles militia hung closely together by their feets. Seeing a hung corpse doesn't bother me as much as it used to. A couple months back my brother and I witnessed a poor soulless woman in her late fifties being brutally beaten to a bloody pulp.

After she had died they hung that poor woman to a tree by her bare breasts. To do such a horrific act is beyond unforgivable. Even I have limits of doing such and such. Besides the fish hooking incident of Lucan's son. That kid deserved everything that was coming to him that day, but look what that caused. I am now a hunted man. Who seeked refuge from a supposed to win war, but lost the battle thanks to John and my stupidity. "He who sups with the devil should have a long spoon" that's what I said to John before introducing him to Charles. I should've put John down when I had the chance.

We all make mistakes whoever admits they haven't is a fucking lier. Everyone deserves a second chance, especially a maniac like myself. I took my eyes off the white house for a second and looked at Paige resting her bent forearm against the hard door panel. I didn't travel thousands of miles to play a villain. Shame on me for having a good heart, John. As I returned my focus back on the white house I noticed a faint orange, flickering light through one of the shattered windows.

I grabbed my sawed off shotgun that I had laid on the dashboard, snapped open the barrel, and inserted my only last shell. Snapped the barrel shut and with my left hand I kept squeezing my hand closed into a fist and reopened them, relieving my tension and placed on my mask.

Sam: Paige? Hey, kid? Wake up.

Paige: Aw fuck!

Sam: What's wrong?

Paige: Just my stitches. It stings.. Aw my neck.

Sam: We're here.

Paige: I can see that... Is that- (Yawns)

Sam: Yep, the White House.

Paige: Looks like nature's work of art. Y'know I've never been here before. I could imagine how beautiful it all must've looked back in the day. So many things will never get to see again. trust, food, security, and a society. Kinda sad to look at don't you think?

Sam: I don't give rats ass about the White House or to hear you reminisce about things you miss.

Paige: Relax. Just making small talk. Just trying to avoid the unpleasant scenery of this ruined down neighborhood... You think John is in there?

Sam: I know he's waiting for me there. But why come all this way out here for a showdown makes no damn sense to me.

Paige: So what's the plan? We march in their guns blazing like a couple of badass cowboys.