Beyond My Choices/Issue 3

Issue 3 - Rise of The GOATS.
'''     Bradley stood in the kitchen, with his white beater, along with a pair of Mountain Dew pajamas to go along with it. He holds a coffee pot, which he begins to pour into a small green mug. Coffee spills out into the cup as if it was Niagara Falls. Bradley takes a sip of coffee as he gently holds the mug. Bradley finally makes his way out of the kitchen turning the light out in the progress. '''

'''Bradley sets his coffee down on the glass coffee table, and makes his way towards the TV that sits firmly on the wall, which he later turns on. He bends down, as he begins to explore the many movies, and TV sitcoms they have sitting upon a black cabinet. He finally picks one out, as he looks on the side of the disc, which reads South Park Season 13. He takes out the old disc hoping the dust on the outside hasn’t gotten on to it. He steadily places the disc inside a DVD player, which the room lights up in a white and black setting as if he was watching the Grudge.'''

'''Bradley flops on the leather white couch. He’s soon forced to fix his glasses which flopped up and down with him. He never really wore his Burberry Eyeglasses, which made him feel very much modern and sophisticated. Bradley finally able to relax felt comfortable, coffee on the table, while a funny episode of South Park plays.'''

'''Bradley actually liked the dark and being alone, or being up early in the morning before anyone else. Just having that extra time to reflect on life, being the only one at the gym, or even taking home a girl for the rest of the morning was always a good feeling. '''

'''For the next hour, Bradley sat alone laughing at South Park, until finally entered a wide awake Chanel. The footsteps quickly catch Bradley off guard until finally he realizes its Chanel. Chanel stands alone in the kitchen pouring her a cup of coffee as well.'''

Chanel: What were you laughing at?

Bradley: Just a few re-runs of South Park, why are you up so early?

Chanel: I think the real question is why are you?

Bradley: Well I asked you first if I wasn’t mistaken.

Chanel: I actually have been up for the past hour as well.

'''Bradley: Doing what? Fingering yourself? Bradley laughs at his own joke.'''

'''Chanel: Ha-ha, how funny, no I was actually already packing my cloths in my luggage, so I don’t have to pack it at the last second, like you’ll have to do! Chanel says as she makes her way towards the couch, eventually sitting next to Bradley.'''

Bradley: I’m surprised you haven’t gone over to Jackson’s place to give him some of your goods!

'''Chanel: Excuse me, I don’t just give out my goods, and I already did it last night! Chanel smiles at Bradley who is now holding beef jerky in his hands.'''

Bradley: Don’t get offensive, I mean you seem like someone who does that…

Chanel: Well I don’t, besides aren’t you usually the one who is taking girls back here to fuck?

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Okay, first of all when you put it that way it just sounds bad, secondly you should learn to expand you vocabulary!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Chanel: Don’t get offensive! Chanel grinds as Bradley is now the one rolling his eyes.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley: Well enjoy the rest of 10 episodes of South Park! I’m going back to sleep!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: Oh come on, you gone do me like that?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley: Nah, I prefer to be on the bottom, therefore you would have to do me! Just like that Bradley is the one heading to his room, while somehow Chanel always ends up being the one to roll her eyes at the end of the conversation.'''

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<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay walks along the streets with Dante despite it still being early in the morning. Six A.M. is the closest Jay can think of as the time. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Anyone know you’re out this late? Bradley? Chanel? Tom?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Nah, they don’t have to know anyways.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: I’m just wondering cool guy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Stop being sarcastic dickhead.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Ha-ha whatever! Last night was crazy though!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: Ha-ha! Lenny throwing up and shit! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Yes! That’s going on sports center’s top ten plays of the night!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Earlier at the club, you mentioned something about how you used to go clubbing and shit, how was it like?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: How was it like? Uhm, I mean nothing special to be honest, just don’t get drug up with some E!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: I mean, like you go to college or something?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Yea, defiantly! Don’t laugh but I played hockey in High School, and got offered a scholarship at UM!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: University of Miami?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Nah, Maryland fool! Other than that, I was only like 21 at the time! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: What you major in?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Criminal Justice! Always been a fan of being a cop, or firefighter or something!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: I feel you, I’ll always been interested in that type of stuff anyways! Actually took JROTC in High School!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Nice, nice! I expected you to say something like a thug gangster, or porn-star.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: Porn-star, and Gangster? Damn, why you make it so stereotypical?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Because it was meant to be! Got to start somewhere, gangbanging on that Grand Theft Auto, you feel me?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Hell nah, you trippin now!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Your loss! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay shakes his head no, as the two continue down the sidewalk.

<p class="MsoNormal">--

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley enters the Gym, aware he lied to Chanel who went back to sleep, but hopefully at the gym he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone annoying. He looks around and notices a few people right off the bat. In the back stands a tall dark hulk-like figure that makes benching 200 looks easy. To his right, is a younger blonde hair girl who looks like she’s been running on the treadmill for miles, and miles? Last but not least to his right is Tom who rides a stationary bike.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley sets down his Nike bag, the same one from the day he was being chased by the angry mob back in Nashville. He hops on the stationary bike next to him, and set up his settings which begins slowly.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: What sup? Tom stares at Bradley whom looks back, as they both continue their exercise.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Nothing much, I thought I was like super cool, like the lone wolf who wanders off in the morning being the only one awake, and come to find out I’m obviously not!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Don’t worry you’ll get used to it, one moment you’re over satisfied, then everything falls down! Tom chuckles to himself.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: True that, so how’s the love life hangin pal?

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Uhm, nothing much been going on, I can’t find a girl that can hang with me!

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Alright playa, so what’s does a girl have to do to keep up with you?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Well she got to be pretty of course! Uhm, fit body, and someone who can handle themselves, you know kill biters and shit, work with guns!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Damn, I bet you’re hella picky!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: What can I say; I mean you’re talking to a former secret service bodyguard! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Speaking of the secret service, when are you going to let me borrow one of your suits!

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: You know how expensive those things are?

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Come on, you got at least five million of them, plus I want to feel badass!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: If you want to feel badass, just continue doing your job! Go out and kill some biters on the coast or something, we could sure use some more water source!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Alright, I’m going to remember that!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Go ahead! Tom shrugs his shoulders.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley looks around the gym once again, and the same people are here.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley: So, whose big man in the back? Tom looks in the back, as the big buff shirtless man, continues lifting weights with no help.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Oh that beast over there? Louis O’Day, he’s a Kurio too! From what I heard, dude can fuck somebody up!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Shit, if I get in a fight I want him on my team… What about Mrs. Olympian over there?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Oh her, also a Kurio too! Kiara Bell is her name if I believe! If I believe so she has some newspaper just hanging around her room, about her winning state champions in track!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: How do you even know this stuff?

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Well I mean it’s my job to know everyone, not to mention everyone made a little bio about themselves, you should check it out!

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Nah, I’ve never been the one to read…

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Well you sure as hell are the one to know how to write; at least you have some intelligence here, better than most of the others… Don’t even get me started on Lenny or Chanel…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: True, especially with Chanel!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Y’all two stay arguing like an old married couple! Tom says with a smile on his face.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: I argue with a lot of woman, what I can say!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Yep, I’m sure you do! Alright I’ll catch you on the low. Tom gets up, he soons begins to wobble as his calf’s are sore.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Forgot how to walk?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom: Yea, yea, yea whatever, don’t forget about conditioning later, we got to help some of the younger Kurios train! Tom leaves the gym without saying another word.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">--

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle Dreyers runs along the dirt and wood path behind all the others young adults in front of him. He wears a grey T-shirt, along with Nike jogging pants, and a grey beanie. His hair is brown, and he wears a hairstyle similar to a Russell Brand. He’s one of the youngest Kurios, and he has a lot to show for it.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Even though, he isn’t the most athletic, smartest, or handsome he is still able to keep up with all of the other Kurios. Tom sits in a golf cart waiting patiently for the newer recruits to finish.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''“This is my chance!” Kyle thinks to himself. Kyle begins to run faster, as he knows all of his pacing has finally become an advantage. Kyle takes the lead, and finally enters the first making pass Tom’s golf cart.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle sits down and takes a sip out of a green Gatorade bottle. The water flourishes in his mouth, and he has a sign of relief that he was able to finish.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Impressive kid, but you got to remember this isn’t a race…

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle: I just don’t like to lose; at least that’s what Mother taught me.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Well tell Mother she did a good job raising her boy with the right attitude, but that doesn’t mean you have to be competitive at everything.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle: Sir… My Mother’s dead…

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Oh, sorry man… I didn’t know it was like that, just try to communicate with your fellow comrades.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle nods his head and continues to take small gulps from the water bottle. “Not the best quality, but its works” Kyle thinks to himself referring to the water bottle. He stands up, and begins to walk along with the other Kurios.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">--

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Chanel waits outside of her boyfriend’s apartment until finally the door opens. Jackson Jordan stands in front of her. He has just awoken from his deep sleep. Chanel admires his body, as he is shirtless. He holds the door open for Chanel, lifting his arm up to signal her into his room.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel and Jackson exchange a kiss, and the two sit down at the table where Jackson was eating his cereal, on the side, is a box that reads ''Fruity Pebbles. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: Did you just wake up?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jackson: Yep! Jackson takes another bite out of the bowl of Fruity Pebbles'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: How come every time I come over here, you’re constantly eating Fruity Pebbles?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jackson: They’re amazing! Sad thing is, I don’t even know where we get them from!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: I’m sure it’s part of our trade deal with one of the other civilizations!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jackson: You think up in New York, they’ll have Cheerios or something? Jackson grinds, showing off his white teeth.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Chanel: Uhm, defiantly! Chanel smiles back at him.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jackson: You’ve never told me how long you stayed in New York, what’s up with that?

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: Nothing, if you really wanted to know, you would have just asked a while back…

<p class="MsoNormal">Jackson: Well I just never thought about it, and I’m asking now!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Chanel: Pretty much my whole life! Moved to Maryland when I was only 16! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jackson: So 16 years in New York, and 6 six years in Maryland, am I right?

<p class="MsoNormal">Chanel: Look at you, you math wizard!

<p class="MsoNormal">Jackson: What can I say, I’m a boss!

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<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante, Lenny, Bradley, and Jay walk on the black top, as they know they can be dead bait at any minute. Dante who holds a crossbow looks around; he quickly turns around when he hears the sound of snarls behind him. Dante already has the bow read to fire; he quickly does a 180 turn, and snipes the Male biter in the head. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Damn, nice shot.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: I’ve had better, let’s keep moving.

<p class="MsoNormal">The four men continue down the road looking for any signs of possible life, or biters.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Lenny: Y’all see anything? Lenny yelps.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: None.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: None.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Same result here.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley lowers down his Desert Eagle silencer. The gun was Bradley’s signature weapon which he got a while back from Lionell, whom got it from one of the local pawn shops. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: I guess that’s good, I don’t think anyone’s going to die today.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: At least we don’t have to deal with a murder or anything!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: True that, I’ll rather be killing these things then staying in a room examining shit that we already looked over like 50 times in the past 12 hours! Not fun at all if you ask me!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Everyone nods their head in agreement to Jay’s statement. They could easily relate, who doesn’t like to just stand in a room for 12 hours strait, unless you’re Dr. Who of course!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Alright, I don’t know how the hell you do it, but when and how do you learn how to shoot a cross bow?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Lots of training you knows! Begin in middle school actually! Then again there are many things y’all guys don’t know about me! Besides Lenny of course, but he don’t count since we roommates and shit!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Like what; let me guess you’re going to say katana?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Uhm, you were actually right! Indeed a katana my young padawon! By the way, if you ask me I’m pretty badass with it!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: I didn’t know I was a padawon, please explain your logic?

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: Well, katana just sounds girly and lame, so I prefer to call it a light saber!

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: A light saber, as of a Star War’s light saber?

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: Yes, correct thinking young man!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lenny: I just love how you talk to use like we your students or something!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Well I’m the oldest right? Everyone nods their heads yes.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Which means I’m the boss of all of your, meaning I’ll talk however you want!”

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: Man, You’re nothing but like four years older than me! And only three years older than Bradley!'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: Oh well, your parent’s fucked after mine, nothing I can do there! By the way Bradley, did you know you’re the answer to the myth that preacher’s sons and daughters are always bad or crazy?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: I guess you can say that, at least I don’t want to become a porn star! Wait a second, you said porn star earlier from that one TV show preacher’s daughters I think?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Dante: I know what you’re talking about, but I don’t even know what it’s about! '''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: While I’m being productive and actually doing some work at the gym, y’all talking about life as a porn star?

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Lenny: It’s probably because they both were made during a porn video! Lenny and Bradley laugh at Lenny’s joke, but Jay and Dante simply shake their head.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Dante: Well dawns coming soon, we should start heading back.

<p class="MsoNormal">--

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom stands on guard as he looked at his roles watch. He embraced the beautiful sight of 24k karat gold. “Damn life as secret service is satisfying.” Tom thought to himself. After all he made six figures a year, more than enough to pass by in society.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom felt his phone vibrate against his warm thigh. As professional as possible, Tom reaches into the pockets of his suits and pulls out a black phone. He answers the call, and pure screens can be heard from the back ground.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Phone: Code red! Code red! I repeat Code red! Ford, I need you and your men to help escort the president to the underground chamber.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: What’s going on Nick?

<p class="MsoNormal">Nick: Seems like we got a big problem, some type of terrorist attack!

<p class="MsoNormal">Tom: Alright, stay safe alright?

<p class="MsoNormal">Nick: Of course, keep the president safe!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom along with his colleagues begins to jog towards the naval office where inside more secret service guards stand inside the room. A tall white male, with blonde hair and a Shaggy from Scooby Doo like beard, with a black suit stands in front of everyone, his name was Adrian.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Adrian: Alright everyone, I need y’all guys to help me escort Mr. Pres to the chamber down stairs, Tom I want you and your men to try and get the President’s daughter and wife which they should be down be getting ready to enter the front gates. Now move, everyone move! Everyone begins to burst out of the room. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom was trained for moments like this. He didn’t spend seven years for nothing, learning from the best, from working with guns, cars, and of course protecting people. Within five minutes, Tom was in front of the main gate of the White House. Outside was strait up hell, he looked around as he seen a lady get half of her face ripped apart, from the other corner of his eyes he could see another men getting his guts torn out.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom looks inside the car, as the driver is already dead. The president daughter and wife, begin to escape from the car. The gates begin to open and the daughter is quickly able to squeeze through the fresh opened gates. Her Mother has opposite luck as she trips. A biter jumps on her legs and takes a gushing blow to her leg ripping out some important arteries. The biter begins to dig into his meal as the president’s wife lies dead. The biter is quickly killed, but his wife is too late. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Tom quickly rushes with the President’s crying daughter into the White House. Tom enters the chamber devastated. He was happy to see the re-union but the look on the President face quickly changed that as he couldn’t find his beloved wife anywhere in sight. Tom begins to exit out of the chamber as he took guard outside of the room. “I could have saved her!” Tom thought to himself. Tom looks around the room as everyone nods their heads down unknowing if they would be able to see their family’s once again. Tom’s vision begins to grow blurry. He moves his body back and forth, as he begins to feel sick to his stomach, he falls down to his knees, and the next moment he knows, he is knocked out unconscious on the floor.'''