The Walking Dead: Evil Survivor System

Authors Note: Shoutout to Lustful_Demon 

Lucas didn't flinch, even with the barrel of the gun aimed directly at him. This isn't the first time someone had tried to kill him.

 He stared into the man's eyes, his hand resting casually on his own pistol.

"Put the gun down," Lucas said flatly.

The man's hands trembled. his knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip. "You killed that girl. She didn't do anything. What's stopping you from killing us next?"

Lucas leaned back in his seat. His expression was calm but cold. "She was annoying. That's what she did."

"She… you killed her because she was annoying—"

"Do you think I care about your moral high ground, your kindness? Nobody does. Survival is ugly, and it's messy. You'll either learn that, or you'll end up like your friend Mark back there."

The man's jaw clenched. "Mark had a point. Humanity—"

"Humanity is dead, just like you'll be if you don't shut the fuck up," Lucas interrupted. "It died the moment the first walker got up and bit someone. Now, lower that gun."

The tension in the car was suffocating. Kevin's hands gripped the wheel so tightly Lucas thought he might snap it. The unconscious girl shifted slightly in the backseat, still out cold.

Finally, the man lowered the gun. His hands were shaking. "You're a monster."

Lucas smirked, though there was no humor in it. "In the apocalypse monsters are the only things that walk."

The car lurched forward as Kevin pressed the accelerator, the awkward silence in the car thicker than ever.

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They reached the hotel just as the sun was beginning to set. The building was partially looted. But its sturdy exterior suggested it hadn't been fully breached by walkers. Kevin parked the car, and the group stepped out cautiously. Lucas carried the unconscious girl over his shoulder.

"We'll clear the lobby first," Lucas said. "Then we'll check the upper floors for a secure room. Kevin, you stay close to me. You—what's your name, anyway?"

The man who had held the gun on him earlier glared but answered. "James."

"James, you take the rear. Watch our backs."

James hesitated, then nodded begrudgingly.

Inside the hotel, the air was stale and thick with the smell of rot. The dim light filtering through broken windows cast long shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own.

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The lobby was eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of the building. Lucas set the girl down on a faded couch and motioned for Kevin and James to spread out.

"Be thorough," Lucas instructed. "Check behind the desks, in closets, anywhere a walker could be hiding."

They moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. Lucas found a fire axe behind the front desk and added it to his inventory. Kevin returned with a set of keys, presumably for the hotel rooms, while James found a stash of canned food in a supply closet.

[Items Collected: Fire Axe, Room Keys, Canned Food x5]

"Alright," Lucas said, regrouping with the others. "We'll head upstairs next. James, you—"

A low growl interrupted him, followed by the sound of shuffling feet.

"Walkers!" Kevin hissed, pointing toward a doorway leading to the stairwell.

Four walkers emerged, their rotting faces almost falling... 

Lucas drew his bat, motioning for the others to stay back. "Let's see if that skill is worth anything," he muttered, stepping forward.

The first swing connected with a sickening crunch, the walker collapsing in a heap. Lucas moved fluidly, his strikes precise and unrelenting. Within moments, all four walkers lay motionless on the floor.

"Clear," Lucas said, wiping his bat on a nearby curtain.

Kevin stared at him in awe. "How did you—"

"Practice," Lucas lied, cutting him off. "Let's move."

They found a suite on the third floor that was relatively untouched. Lucas barricaded the door while Kevin and James checked the rooms for supplies. The unconscious girl was laid on one of the beds, her breathing steady but shallow.

Lucas leaned against the wall, his mind racing. This new world was so different… so violent.

His gaze drifted to James, who was sitting near the window, his expression unreadable. Kevin was sorting through the supplies they'd collected, muttering to himself.

Lucas closed his eyes.