Dead Weight/Issue 12

This is Issue 12 of Dead Weight , Titled: The Meetup

"Its been three months just cut it out already!" Robbie groans, lighting a fire with two pieces of wood.

"No! They have to be on the other end!" Flake growls.

Flake had been tampering with the broken walkie talkie that he had been given months ago by Carlos to communicate with eachother. If he was still alive. He would be on the other end.

"Is it broken still?" Abreham asks, twiddling a twig in between his fingers.

"Yes, I ...I just need to get it" Flake growls, hitting the walkie talkie with his fist. Causing the batteries to spring out. "Gotcha" He whispers. Grabbing them from off the forest floor and twiddling them about in his fingers.

"Abe. Do you know any mechanics?" Flake asks, his toung hanging out in concentration.

"I did...Yes" He laughs, throwing the twig behind him and standing up. Unbuckling his trousers and standing in the bushes. A trickle of liquid is heard as he urinates into the bush.

"Do you think i'll get their number" Flake asks after a long pause of him trying to get the batteries in again.

"..So what you are saying you got the batteries stuck in the wrong way...again?" Robbie groans, leaning back in the chair. The sun set sending a red streak across the sky.

"Shut up" He groans, pushing the batteries into the right slots. Placing the lid over the batteries compartment and fiddling with the buttons.

"Took you three months" Abreham rolls his eyes, buckling up his belt and sitting back down again.

Flake stays sitting on the cold hard floor. Still twiddling the knobs like a little kid mesmorized by his present on christmas day.

A static noise could be heard. A jiggling sound then it cut off again. The sound of keys jiggling kept on coming through. Voices could be heard. Crunching could be heard. Then a bang.

"Fu--" Flake growls, throwing the walkie talkie down.

"Did it..." Robbie bits his nail.

"H-hello?" A voice comes through. Robbie gaps, picking it up.

"Hello?" He replies.

"Who is this?" The voice on the other end demands, the voice stick crackles. It is unknown if it is a man or a woman.

"This is Robbie Is this-"

Flake grabs the walkie talkie from his hand.

"Listen here, We are stuck. We have received your walkie talkie signal. Are you or are you not Mel and Carlos?"

The walkie talkie goes dead. Flakes face goes pale, it soon turns to red as he smashes the walkie talkie off the wall. It falls into the bushes and lies in the wet muck.

"FUUUUUUUUUU--!!!"

"FLAKE!"

"SHUT UP!" He growls. Punching the tree several times before collapsing onto the ground. Leaning on the tree. His knuckles bleeding.

A static noise is heard once again. Coming from the radio he had almost broken.

"Impossible" Flake whispers, putting him hand in the bushes and feeling for the radio.

"Flake, is that you?" The voice asks. The tone deeper.

"Who is this?" He asks.

"Its Carlos!" He laughs, releaved.

"Where HAVE YOU BEEN!" Flake growls,

"Sorry, where are you?" Carlos asks.

"We're on a mountin...Somewhere..."

"Thats no good!" Carlos shouts befour the radio cuts off again.

Robbie looks, wide eyed at Robbie, was was thrashing the radio about. Trying to get it to work again.

"Meet........Van.......a unico-"

The radio went dead. Flake's face turning red as  he throws it to the ground. Kicking it. It falls into a puddle and a spark flies off it.

"They want us too meet at the strip club. OK" Abreham grins, leaning back. "Naked dead girls" He grins. Flake looks at him. His eyes dead with anger.

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The leaves crunch under their feet. "Autumn is coming in fast" Flake says, holding his sword ready for anything to attack.

Robbie clears his throat. Before looking up at Abreham.

"What did you do before all this Abe? You look like a army guy,"

"I was a park ranger, I worked in the Beaver Bush ranger station in vinewood hills, Not very exciting..."

"I see..." Robbie says, dumbfounded.

Flake pulls apart a bush, revealing the neon lights of The Vanilla Unicorn. The strip club of Los Santos.

They wander down. Being wary of their every turn.

Two figures stand outside. One with ice pick, swinging it at a runner. Slicing through its chest and into its heart. Pulling it back out and throwing it in again, Hitting the neck before the other figure finishes it off with a blow to the head with a pistol.

"GUYS!" Robbie shouts, waving his hand.

Mel looks up. Blood covering her face. She grins. Dropping her pick and running upto Robbie, throwing her arms around him.

"Its great too see something else other than a dead person" Carlos grins, fist pumbing Abe.

Mel smiles, swinging the ice pick over her shoulder.

"Good to see you..."

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