The Walking Dead Our Universe Unleashed

Section 1-Passageway

November 5th, 4:50 P.M Edge of Louisiana Gulf of Mexico Waters

*Truck sounds stop* Eric slowly opened his eyes and began looking around the dark space he began breathing Heavily The sounds of his breath grew louder as he heard footsteps coming closer to the trunk. The truck Doors Opened Fast,

"¡Vamos ahora, cabrón!" The man said, grabbing Eric and ripping him out of the vehicle The Man Stood over Eric wearing A Blue Vest. He jabbed Eric with a needle immediately knocking Eric out cold. He was then dragged onto a huge boat that looked Newish. He was then put in a cell and thrown. "No debería despertarse, no cierres la celda." The Soilder said, slamming the cell shut, and proceeded to walk away.

November 6th 8:34 A.M 2029 Cuban Waters

Eric slowly opened his eyes and turned his head looking at the Peeled off walls of the cell, he began to breath heavily standing up as fast as he could, he walked over to the bars and looked outside both ways, he then realized the cell door wasn't locked. He slowly opened it, he walked out of the cell, and proceeded down the hallway. He saw a table in the distance and a Recorder, next to it was a guard sitting in the chair and a guard smoking a blunt. He looked around for any weapons or objects. He looked up and saw a piece of pipe connected to one area but not the other. "¡OYE!" one of the Cuban Soilders Yelled. Eric looked over and realized the guy was walking towards him he began to back up, and he backed up into a wall, knocking down 3 sharp machetes with blood all over the silver Sharp Blades. He picked up the Machete that fell. The guy pulled out his gun as Eric ran up to him, pushing him to the ground. He then took the Machete and stabbed the man directly in his skull. One of the other Soilders pulled out his gun from his holster and pointed it towards Eric. Eric put the gun up. "Wait," Eric mumbled. The man pulled the trigger. The bullet entered Eric's Shoulder, Blood Splattered all onto the walls. Eric fell backward, falling to the ground. He held his shoulder as the soilder walked closer towards him. "oye, así no hacemos las cosas." Another soldier yelled in the distance. Eric turned his head and looked at Him. "Déjalo en paz y llévalo simplemente a la celda." The soilder said as he continued to walk in the distance down the hall. The Spanish soldier grabbed Eric by his arm aggressively and proceeded to walk him down to his cell. Eric quickly maneuvered his arm and put the Soilder in a Chokehold. He then tightened the chokehold and then snapped his neck. He slowly placed the man on the ground and pulled out the Recorder. He then clicked the button that said record voice and proceeded to talk. "My name is Eric, I'm trapped on a boat, I just escaped my Cell, just killed 2 guards I need help I hope this message somehow reaches somebody" Eric said Eric then looked up and saw 2 soilders Staring at him. "OH S***," He yelled. "DAME ESO AHORA MISMO," the soilder screamed. Eric dropped the recorder on the ground and began running as fast as he could to get off the boat. He ran towards a window he had seen in the distance. He then took a huge leap outta the window and landed directly into the water. He began trying to swim but realized his leg was numb and his arm was in pain blood leaked all over the ocean waters, he immediately fell into a backfloat and floated across the water, he then felt something Brush against his back he quickly flipped over and realized it was sand and that he was coming close to land, he slowly got up to the beaches bank and layed on the sand looking into the sky. He held his arm where the bullet entered. He rolled to the side of the other arm and stood up using his left arm. He then held his right shoulder with his left arm and began walking across the beach grounds.

Meanwhile... November 6th 2:57 P.M 2029 Cuban Governmental Building...

Boots walked along the white tile and towards one of the doors down the hall

"So Eric escaped," the man said. "Sí" Herald said, wearing a Fully Blue Military Uniform. "Gather everyone and begin finding him then, I need answers. I can't just sit here wondering why he decided to destroy all of our stuff now. Can I? What would that make me, cause right now I'm supposed to be leading everyone and everything is going to shambles, our Entire Operation has been literally compromised. Roswold is dead. Our trucks have been stolen, though hacking the location has never been difficult, but that is not the point, GO Find Him Please So I can get answers and show him a better understanding on who we are" Alvaro Said. "En Ello," Herald said as he began walking the other direction.

November 6th 3:45 P.M Cuba 2029

Eric walked along the bright Greenish Forest, his footsteps cracking on the fallen Long Leaves, In the distance He heard Groans loud Groans. He pulled his knife from his knife holder and walked along the forest carefully. In the distance, he saw a walker walking around a tree. He started to walk closer towards the walker. As he got closer. The walker looked directly at the tree. It then sprinted towards the tree, smacking its forehead off of it, then it stood up in a wierd Way It's legs all spread out. Eric confused, put his knife away, and began going in a different direction. "HELP" Eric heard in the distance. He tilted his head left and looked up he saw nothing. He tightened his grip on his knife and continued walking. "AHHHHH SOMEONE F****** HELP MEEEEEE" Eric heard again he turned his head and walked in the direction he heard it from. Screams continued to be heard from a distance. He continued to follow them, and as they got closer, he heard another voice. "Keep f****** Quiet B****, now or I'll cut your throat and force you to be quiet," Eric heard. He creeped up slower to get a better view from past the bush. He looked over the Bush, seeing a man with a large Beard and a Hat wearing all White over A Woman Black Hair Blue Eyes, White Bloody shirt, dirty pants, and Ripped shoes. Her face all, Ashy the man grabbed her by her hair and began dragging her. Eric put his palm over his bullet wound that still stung. He then stood up and began sneaking towards the man and the girl. He got closer and then jumped on his back and put the knife around his throat he let go of the girl immediately "Listen man just mind your buisness you don't understand what the F*** You are doing." The man said, "What's your name? " Eric asked Knife tip to the side of his Adam's Apple. "My name is Norman Cross," He answered. "Well, Norman Cross, what are you doing putting hands on a Female?" Eric asked. "This doesn't concern you, so please back off before you get yourself hurt," Norman asked. "Don't want to answer," Eric said. "Please," Norman responded. "No, you dont get to say no, you put your Goddamn hands on a female and that S***, that is not okay." Eric said, pushing the tip into his throat. Norman flipped Eric onto his back, slamming him into the ground. He then got on top of Eric and began punching him directly in his forehead. He then pulled out his Revolver and pointed it directly on Eric's Forhead. "So long B****" He then loaded it, Blood started pouring from his mouth onto Eric's face and Shirt, he kept his mouth closed as he continued to slide down Normans chest with the knife. He got to the end of the middle of the rib cage and then pushed deeper. Norman's Eyes rolled into the back of his head, Eric threw him off of himself as blood was all over his body. He stood up, "you alright," Eric said, looking at the girl. "I should be asking you that, my name is Jordan, Jordan Rose." Jordan said with a slight smile. "Where are you from?" Eric asked, "America." The woman answered. "Same place as me? What are you doing all the way out here? " Eric asked. "I should ask you the same thing," Jordan replied. "HEY PUT YOUR HANDS UP NOW," A Soilder yelled from Eric and Jordan's left. They turned there Heads to see a man with Long Blonde Hair Blue Eyes Wearing Blue Jeans, a blue vest that says Cuban Military in Letters a Long Beard, and an Ak47 pointing at them both. "Do you want to die?" The Soilder said. "Hey, you sound familiar. What's your name?" Eric asked. "None of your Buisness and I am not allowed to Dispose that Information Unless I know you," the Soilder said. "My name is Eric Barylski," Eric said. "Wait, that's making sense..."Charlie's side of the family, " the Soilder asked. "Yes," Eric replied. "Almon," the Soilder answered. "NO WAY," Eric yelled. "YOU HAVE A KID," Eric Yelled. Almon pointed the gun down. And looked at Eric, "You mean from Co-" Almon stopped dead in his Tracks a Tear Slowly forming Under his bottom Eyelid. "Yes, Courtney," Eric answered. Almon got on his knees and looked into the sky. He looked back at Eric. "Is she alive?" Almon asked. Eric slowly shook his head no. Almon put his head into the Foresty leaves. He stood up and put his arm on Eric's shoulder. "It's not safe. Here we need to go now," Almon Said. Almon then began leading them down the forest and toward the beach area. They walked up to a Cabin Built Area where Almon opened the front door. He let both Jordan and Eric inside. "Stay here. I'm gonna head back and tell them I didn't find anything, then get us a boat so we can Hitail it Out of here. Sound good?" Almon asked. "Sounds good," Eric said. Almon stepped outside and locked the door as he closed it. Eric saw him walking up the beach area and back into the forest. Almon continued to walk down the path and towards the Big Base. He walked up to the big sliding doors and slid into the doorway. He then walked down the long hallway that was bright White. He walked past two doors that led down to a basement area. He then walked towards stairs that went up in a spiral. He walked up the stairs and down the hall into the Bosses main room he opened the door and then walked inside, closing the door behind him. Alvaro sat in the Chair, staring at Almon as he approached the Desk. Almon sat down in the chair and looked at Alvaro "Hey I haven't found him yet. I'm still looking so is everyone else" Almon said "Enough it's fine Just keep looking We need to show them Who they F***** With and why they shouldn't have so just find him" Alvaro Said. "You find him, and you are free to go. This is your last request, and you'll be free until then. Get out of my sight," Alvaro continued. Almon knodded his head as he turned around and walked out the door. He walked down the stairs and walked outside the backdoor. He then looked around for a boat. He saw a little boat in the distance that could fit 4 people. "Perfect," Almon said to himself. He grabbed the rope tied to the boat and lifted it above his head steadily, "this is definitely only holding 4 people max," Almon said to himself.

November 6, 4:28 P.M, 2029, Cuba

Eric and Jordan sat there and continued to wait. "What were you before the Apocalypses?" Jordan asked. "I wrote music and did songs for YouTube. I began getting more popular, and before you know it, I was in this mess," Eric said. "What about you?" He added. "I was a lawyer," Jordan answered. "That's a nice job. Honestly, I don't know how I'd feel about being a lawyer, especially Eric, who responded. Eric stood up and walked over to the fridge next to it on the counter, lied a pen that looked Years old. "I haven't gotten a high in a while" Eric said as he lifted the pen and took a puff from its contents, he then blew the smoke out and took a deep breath "much better" Eric whispered to himself. Almon then entered the cabin "Who's Ready to get the H** out of here." Almon said as he opened the door and pointed outside the Cabin Eric looked at Almon and smiled. "Thank you seriously. You are amazing, and I'm sorry for everything you went through," Eric said as he handed the pen to Almon. "Oh my god, you found it," Almon said as he took it and began puffing the Thc into his lungs. "so going off the Waters here will lead to a totally different area then we want to go but it is possible getting there it will just take a whole lot longer and be riskier, or we can take a travel towards the waters you came from and directly hit where we need to go" Almon said. "And where is that?" Eric replied. "Miami," Almon responded. "Can I tag along?" Jordan asked. "Yes, of course, you can see one of us now," Eric said. "The Cuban Army does not like you. We got to go now," Almon said. "Have you chosen which path we are taking?" Almon asked. "The path that is going to be a shorter boating distance," Eric answered. "Alright, follow me," Almon replied as he walked out the door, Jordan and Eric followed.

January 2nd, 2024, Plainfield CT, 4:44 P.M

Almon Lied there Helpless Blood Oozing from his Left lung down his shirt soaking through his body, his eyes closed. Almon was still aware of the sound around him as if he was still Coiuncous, but he was unable to move as if he were dying. The sound of Prepellars blasted his Eardrums as the helicopter landed. A man Wearing A Blueish Uniform and a Vest the color blue as well, Stepped outside the Helicopter. Almon Twitched his Finger, his breathing Steadily Increased from Almost Nothing. "Did you see that, That Walkers Still Alive?" the man said. "Alvaro, I can handle this one, just relax," Roswold said as he walked over to Almons body. He noticed a movement on Almons Chest indicating he was still breathing but only a slight bit. He ran over to Almons Body he lifted Almon into his arms and ran over to the helicopter. He lifted Almon onto the back of the Heli where a man dressed in a White Coat Sat. He stood up and immediately realized what the problem is, he began using his equipment.

November 6th, 2029, 9:57 P.M Cuban Island.

Almon, Eric, Jordan walked along the Sandy Beach Almon Placed The boat onto the water. "Should we leave right now?" Jordan asked. "I don't know, it's Riskier in the morning, but harder to see at night, who knows when we should leave? At this point, I don't really think it matters." Almon Replied. "Yeah, maybe we should take a little breather. The short path wasn't so short," Eric replied.

"No, we probably shouldn't stop, honestly," Almon said. "Why not" Eric asked, "Because if we stop I know these people they'll catch us before morning I'm not even suppose to be away from base past a certain time" Almon said Firmly. "Let's go then," Eric said. Clicking noises spread across each of their Ears From behind them. "I am an English Officer, My Name is Ruth Nicolas, We saw you steal the boat, there is 10 of us men, stop what you're doing, and step away from the boat. Almon turned around and pulled out His SIG Sauer M17 and pointed it towards Ruth's head. "I can't go back, I can't, I've been lost for too long, I have too much to protect, I know you all would not understand, but I have to leave, Please let me go." Almon said as he loaded the Weapon. "Almon, you know we can't do that, you know too much, you've literally been down in facilities you should not have." Ruth Said,"None of that even matters anymore, I have a family, " Almon said. "Then why when we asked you if you had family out there or anyone else you told us no?" Ruth asked. "Because why In the hell would I tell you, Before I got picked up one of my Brothers shot me and the rest of my family left me thinking I was dead" Almon said. "Then they did not really care, did they?" Ruth asked. "They cared, it was a tough situation then, there was no other choice but to go, I don't know where they went but seeing another peice of my family tell me there out there, That hit home, I have to leave" Almon said Firmly. "I can't allow that. I'm truly sorry, I understand, I really do, but this isn't just about you. This is about our entire goddamn nation!" Ruth yelled. "I can't go back, please don't make me go back," Almon said, not lowering his gun. "I don't want to kill you. Please just lower your gun. All 3 of you come over here, and we will head back to the facility. Almon put his finger on the trigger. Ruth pulled out his gun and shot Almon in the leg, dropping him to the ground. "All of you Will not disobey me, and you will all come forward, or I will kill you 3 on the spot. Don't test my patience. Eric and Jordan began walking towards Ruth as Ruth walked towards Almon, lifting him off the ground and onto his shoulders."

To Be Continued...