James, still holding onto the wheel chair Lisa was placed in, was suddenly caught up in a large crowd within the hangar bay. He quickly looked around to see what was happening, when a man came walking into the middle of the crowd.
"Ladies! Gentlemen! Everyone just calm down!" The man said, as everyone backed up away from him, creating a circle around him.
The man was tall, with dark curly orange hair, along with a suit on. "I'm going to assume you all know me! Samuel Fitz. 'Rightful air to the throne'" He said in a joking tone. "In all seriousness....you all should know the election will be held in a little under 2 months. Although- we all know who's going to win." The man said, as he smirked.
James looked at him, disgusted with his douche-bag of an ego. "And who's that!?" He suddenly blurted out towards him.
Samuel drew his attention towards James, as he glared at him. He slowly walked up to him, seeing Lisa in the wheel chair, along with James's hands around the handles. "Me- of course." Samuel said smoothly, as Lisa glared up at him from the chair. "And who is mess of beauty?" Samuel said, as he crouched down to Lisa's height in the chair. "I'm Samuel." He said, smirking.
Lisa glared at him, beginning to get fed up with the hangar bay, although she's only been awake for around 20 minutes. She contemplated spitting in the man's face, but she kept it in.
"Okay then." Samuel said, as he stood back up. "That's all!" He called out, as the crowd began to disperse. "In all- seriousness." Samuel said, glaring at James. "Who are you? I haven't seen you around."
"We just got in a few days ago. We were rescued from a horde of the dead- it was heading right towards us. We'd be dead if it weren't for your people." James said.
"Oh. So they're my people? That's good, you're getting the gist of this place already." Samuel said.
"No that's not what-" James tried to clear up what he was trying to say, but was interrupted.
"You see. My people rescued you. Didn't they? Try to show some respect." Samuel said, as he turned and walked away from them.
James tried to get a sentence out, but he was already gone. "WHAT A DOUCHE BAG!" Lisa suddenly bursted out.
"Yeah." James said, glaring at Samuel as he walked away.
"Hell of an ego, right?" A voice appeared behind James and Lisa, as a man with a large rifle came up to them.
"Uh- yeah he does. Who are you?" James asked, as Lisa looked up at the man innocently from her wheel chair.
"Oh, my bad. My name is Tony, Tony Chapman." The man said as he held his hand out, as James grabbed it firmly and shook it. "Nice to meetcha. I'm the head guard of this facility." He said and smiled
"Well you defiantly seem more self-aware than most of the people in this place." James said.
"Oh- Yeah. Most of them have been here from the start. They aren't really aware of the threat outside." Tony said, as he looked down at Lisa. "I'm Tony." He said as he held his hand out to her.
"Lisa." She said, as she shook it.
"Alright, you two rest up. I have to get to my shift." Tony said, as he walked away from them.
"Well at least we know some of the people here aren't crazy." Lisa said, as James let out a chuckle.
"How about you get some rest." James said, as he rolled Lisa back over to the medical tent.
James helped Lisa back into the bed, as she rolled her head over, closing her eyes. James walked out, looking across the hangar, seeing the same woman from before posting up signs about Samuel. He walked over to her.
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The Dead Studios: Season 11
AdventureIt's been 5 months since the events of Season 10, and our group has managed to secure the bunker and make it a home. Although they seem to have it protected, are they truly safe from the outside world? James and Lisa on the other hand, have been on...
