I wrote most of the first chapters on an iPhone, so pardon the massive spelling and grammar errors.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itThTYZ1e4E
1978
Somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana, in the deep south.
Their way of life.
A short woman was hunched up on a dirty blood and dirt stained bed, the sheets hanging off the bottom of the mattress. Outside , the deep croaks of frogs and the constant chatter from the birds were heard between screaming sessions. "It hurts, George!" Tears streamed down her face.
A short but broad shouldered man was holding open the woman's legs, above his left eye the skin looked almost fake, his left eye was a few centimeters lower than his right, and faint staple marks could be noticed if you spent enough time staring at his battle scar.
The top of a small head was seen crowning through the woman's legs. After a few hours of immense pain and suffering, a baby was sprawled across the bed. The male quickly grabbed a large trench knife off of a makeshift kitchen counter, and cut the umbilical cord. The woman let her head hang back as she panted, the battle scarred man wrapped the screaming newborn in a dirty green blanket. "George junior, Mary-Jane."
Without hesitation the woman nodded "Y-yeah."
About 11 months later, John was born, and after a break from childbirth, Edward, then Mary, then Emily, then Lil Ronald, then the twins, both of whom died before the naming process, after them, Maggie, and the living twins, William and Moses.
Nine children packed into a house the size of small apartment, each of the four oldest had one lil'un bunking with them on a twin mattress, except for Mary, the oldest girl, who had the twins with her. They lived in the middle of a bayou in Louisiana together, miles away from society, hunting gators (Or the three oldest boys did, anyways.) for their next meal or dollar. This was their way of life, watching their mother being beat, not being able to bathe other than dipping your feet in the murky water, and going to town once a month to stock up on food, ammunition, and gasoline.
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1992
Somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana, in the deep south.
Heinz Brand Baked Beans.
A boy with messy dark hair peeked inside the bedroom, which was a small room where the floor was 90% mattresses, the boy was about twelve or thirteen, below him a boy who seemed much younger was also peeking through. The boy had very blonde hair and obnoxious teeth, some of which were missing like any other child. He looked up to his brother, whispering, "Well ain't we going' in? I see where they is." He motioned to one of the mattresses, the bottom end had lumps poking up.
The dark haired boy nodded, creeping in. A few infants were sprawled across the dirty mattresses, all of them mostly naked. The two boys carefully lifted the mattress, noone was on it. Underneath a few cans with blue labels were seen, the label read 'Heinz Baked Beans'
Just as their hands wrapped around cans, a teenage boy was in the rotted doorway, he looked exactly like his father, minus the battle scars. He threw himself over the mattressses and landed on the back of the dark haired boy. He swung his fists around his back, hitting him in the face multiple times until he fell unconscious on the small stockpile of beans.
His voice was scratchy and pubescent when he spoke, "Trying' to steal from my stash Lil fuckers."
The blonde, young child stared with fear. "S-sorry Beans.."
"Theres some hamburger meat in the 'fridgerator. Eat it up and not my beans you Lil shit."
Beans was called Beans since he had a single tooth. Beans are good for... Well forever, which is precisely why they were good in the first place, less trips into town. Beans would protect his stash with brute force, and whenever they'd go to town, Beans would use his allowance money to buy all of the beans off the shelf. Being the oldest, he'd scare his siblings into not buying any of his beans. Instead the second and third oldest had a habit of eating hamburger beef, mostly raw. This would prove to help their immune system with later habits.
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1965
Fort Ashe, Georgia, in the American south.
Corporal George Wilson.
A young man, no older than the age of 19 finished putting his gun together first. The drill sergeant picked up and examined the M1 Garand rifle, pulling back the charging handle and looking at the inner workings. The old drill sergeant looked down at the young man, speaking in a hoarse voice, "What's your name boy?"
The young man looked up, speaking confidently, "George Wilson, I am."
The drill sergent dropped the rifle with a thud back on the table, "George Wilson SIR, boy, y'understand?"
The young man looked up, shrugging, "Yes sir."
"Where you from you cocky Lil tard?" He asked, staring down at the short but healthy looking young man.
"L'siana sir." George replied, nodding afterwards.
The drill sergeant thought briefly, "Hunt gators? Wrestle 'em?"
George nodded, "S'pose I do."
"Well smarten the fuck up boy, in a few months you'll be face to face with a short yellow buck-toothed Vietcong who's tryin' to stab you while you got nothin' but a rock. Compared to Vietcong, these gators are pussies.
A few months later, George Wilson was sent to Vietnam, a standard rifleman, he was armed with an M16 assault rifle, two grenades, and a trench knife which he brought himself.
After two days of R&R, it was time to move out. He was sent into the jungle on a mission to try to confirm a vietnamese presence in a small farming village along with about 20 other men. While following the path through the jungle, a soldier at the front pointed up into a tree, which didn't help because there were thousands around like it, "Whats that, in the tr-"
Before his sentence was finished, rapid shots were heard from ahead, three of the men at the front fell after the first round of gunfire, George had enough time to find cover behind a tree at the side of the path.
A soldier stupidly hopped from cover to a dying soldier who was choking for air, George watched as a round went directly into the side of his head, his feet lifted off the ground and he tripped onto his side, dead. George panted, squeezing into a ball behind the tree, his rifle in the middle of the ball sticking out. A sniper in the group crawled into some bushes, luckily unseen, he took aim and waited at least a minute before firing. The sniper stood, "All clear, just a single gunman." Lyckiky he was right. The bodies were left for the next patrol who came along the path.
After a few years of small skirmishes, George was now a Corporal. In a gunfight for a village he got his first and last wound of the war. After hours of exchanging fire with a group of Vietnamese soldiers, George and a fellow soldier, Pfc. Daly, snuck to a side perspective of the building which most of the Vietcong were holed up. A few enemies were in the side window, and they began opening fire on the two, who dove behind a wagon. The bullets tore through the old wood, while Daly recited a prayer, George peeked out the side, looking though the sights of his rifle to see two gunmen. Fire from them sent him back behind cover, as he turned to Daly, a round tore through the wood and into Dalys neck, he choked for air, and blood sprayed on George.
George heard steps running towards the wagon, so he tossed his rifle a few feet away and hunched over next to Daly as if he got shot as well, blood dripped onto his uniform gently. A Vietnamese soldier quickly approached the two, staring at them. It was a young soldier probably 16 and eager for a kill. He raised a dirty .22 revolver and fired into both men's heads. George felt a sort of impact, but went blank on the rest. As the Vietnamese were cleared from the village, a medic declared George living and he got sent back to the United Staes. After Years of recovery he went back to Louisiana, but with newfound mental problems.
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1995
Somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana, in the American deep south.
In case of abuse, pull the trigger.
Beans was on the porch of the small rotten shack aiming a double barreled shotgun into the sky. Every few minutes he'd squeeze the trigger, and perhaps a crow would plunge into the swamp to be swallowed by a gator hours later. Beef sat on the edge, his toes splashing the water lightly as he watched the birds rain blood into the water. Meaty jogged barefoot onto the porch, trying to grab the shotgun by the barrel. "The fuck you doin' Meat cake?" He jabbed the butt of the gun into his chest, sending him onto his back.
"I wanna try you big cock." For a young child, Meaty had an expanded vocabulary that he never hesitated to use.
"Well too bad, the gun would knock you on yer ass."
Meaty stormed back inside, and returned a few moments later, a Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum revolver hanging from his hand. Before Beans could turn to face the child, Meaty raised the pistol and fired a round blankly into the bayou, Beans turned immediately, just in time to see Meaty stumble back a step, but not fall. "Jesus." Said Meaty, dropping the gun into Beef's lap, he was staring up at them both.
"Meat... Go put this back in pops drawer, and don't be so damn stupid." Beef said after letting the shells from the gun fall into his hand. He put the bullets in Meaty's jeans pocket, and put the unloaded revolver in Meaty's hands.
Just as Meaty was about to enter, their mother tripped through the screen door, her face bouncing off the wood. Shouts were heard inside, "You fuckin' whore!"
Their father marched outside, kicking their mother in the stomach as she struggled to get up. Beans hopped up and tried to push his father back with the help of Beef. "She slept with Gerald! Yer mother is a fuckin' skank!"
The thing is, Mary-Jane never spoke to Gerald. Gerald was the shop keeper in town, who happened to be a 70 year old man who never mutters a word besides the price of your items. George struggled outbid the boys grip and ran inside, after helping their mother up the boys followed, Beans had the shotgun in hand. As they entered the door George burst from the bathroom door (Which was a small room that had an old toilet with a pipe leading into the water.) wielding a Vietnam era M16. He aimed their mother and fired immediately, emptying the entire magazine on Mary-Jane, Beef swung a wrench at his father, making contact with his neck.
George fell unconscious, rifle in hand. The younger children cried while Beans and Beef herded the kids into the bed room. As they planned to send a distress call with a radio, their father, using his Vietnam tactics, silently rose to his feet and put a new magazine into his rifle. He make a battle cry and burst into the doorway, the only ones with sense enough to duck were the oldest four, Beans, Beef, Meaty and Mary. After the firing ceased, The two eldest boys charged their father, beating him without mercy. Thinking he was dead after minutes of beating, they peeked into the room, Meaty was saying prayers over the dead children. "Wh-wheres Mary?"
While the boys were reciting prayers and beating their father, Mary ran outside and into the bayou, of course she was found nearly immediately by hunters and brought into town, but when the boys went into the bayou, nowhere to go without the map, it took two years to be found.
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1997
Somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana, in the American deep south.
Turtles, gators, and aging war veterans.
The snap of twigs was heard as the three boys were lying together for a bit of warmth through the night. The snap of twigs meant one of two things, either a turtle or gator was on dry ground, or George was trying to sneak up on the three. Beans slowly stood, now more mature looking, but naked and encrusted with mud like a savage.
"Come out..."
Beans picked up the now rusty and mud covered shotgun, popping two dirty shells in. He slowly aimed around, it was dawn, and it wasn't dark out, but not light enough the see a naked mud covered insane war veteran hunting them. Beef and Meaty both stood silently, standing behind Beans. Beef was similar looking to Beans, mature and out of the awkward stages of puberty, Meaty was still very young looking, he was a small bit taller but the changes brought upon by teenage years haven't yet reached him.
Without their knowing, their father circled behind them, and burst from the bushes. He screamed and landed on Beans back after a leap of faith. Two years of this. Their father would appear every few days while they rested, somehow tracking them down. Usually they'd fight him off, but this particular time it wouldn't play out as planned.
George beat Beans down, and dragged him in the water, shoving him into the depths. Beans threw his head up, gasping for air, he knew he was underwater for at least twenty seconds at a time, and trying to fight his father off. Finally Beans was into the above world again, Beef was now being beaten, Beans staggered up, but fell back over watching his brother being beat helplessly.
Meaty ran behind his father wielding a killstick (A rod that when the end is pressed on, fires a shotgun shell.) Meaty hopped on his fathers back and briskly jabbed the killstick against the back of George's head. Both Meaty and George fell next to each other, except George was dead. Blood trickled put of a goofball sized hole in the back of his head. Meaty covered his face, sobbing.
After saying a prayer over the body, they began to tear him apart, eating appropriate parts. Beans was chewing an arm, as was Meaty, while Beef chewed on a leg. This wasn't the first time eating human flesh, they ate at least five corpses before eating their father.
They'd come across small bayou shacks, and brutally kill the inhabitants, feasting on the corpses and taking the ammunition they may have had. After killing their father they came across an elderly couple living in the bayou, who at first accused them of being the big mobsters. After explaining themselves (Lying of course.) they were allowed an old airboat (Which required fixing) and the tools to fix it.
They were also given a map, which led them to find out they were but 3 miles away from the closest town. They were dressed in old clothes and sent to the town by boat, they lived in this town until the seven hour war.
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I might add I know nothing of the 7 Hour War, this is just my take on it. If I'm wrong, feel free to tell me, but I won't change it.
2015
Mayberry (A purely fictional town), Louisiana, in the American deep south.
War happens.
Beans and Meaty were tending to an airboat with a dysfunctional engine. Beef was in the front office, thumb wrestling himself, next to him an ad read 'Mayberry Airboat Services.' Outside, the gentle whirring of of a helicopter was heard, but more of a synthetic whirring.
In the distance out of nowhere a loud gunshot like sound was heard. A few moments later, the antique shop across the street was struck through the roof by a sort of canister. The windows of the shop shattered, and the few amount of cars in the street sped away in different directions. The elderly woman running the shop exited with a brown lump with tiny legs was stuck to her head, she was struggling to tear it off. Behind her another one of the things followed. As Beans entered the front office, Beef tossed him a Colt .45, while Beef himself held a sawn off Double Barreled shotgun.
Meaty entered the room behind Beans, reaching for his own gun into the gun safe, which was a Glock 17. They each grabbed extra ammunition as more canisters hit around the small town. As they exited, Berf took the lead, firing one of his shells at the brown crab thing, it was shredded by the buckshot. The shop owner was now staggering around swinging as pedestrians tring to get to their cars or inside buildings.
Beans jogged to their somewhat rusty 1982 Ford F150, Beans taking the drivers seat, and Beef in the passenger seat. Meaty climbed into the back and braced himself one of the corners. The engine of the truck roared as Beans turned the keys, and they sped away, down the street away from the sound of shelling. Dead bodies were occasionally sprawled across the sidewalk.
For the first time they saw Combine. Two soldiers were jogging across the street, armed with rifles that seemed futuristic and awkward looking. Beans sped up at the sight of the soldiers, a large thud was heard and the car jerked forward, but kept going, the soldier slid off the hood and under the car, causing them to bounce. Shots were heard from behind, Meaty was firing at the surviving soldier, the soldier returned fire, the dark matter shells singing the back part of the pickup.
They pulled into a barricade, a Confederate flag was waving above the barricade. Men with rifles, pistols and shotguns were fighting off the brown lumps and the soldiers. They pulled up, grabbing their guns. As they approached the barricade, men were dropped left and right, they sprinted inside the fire department behind them. When the big fire department doors were being banged on, the three threw their guns into a truck as a final attempt to live. As the soldiers entered, they were not fired upon, instead beat down to the extent of unconsciousness. They awoke in the bayou, Meaty wasn't there, just Beef and Beans, and a few others. Beans put together that perhaps they'd been saved by this group, as many of them were armed.
Beef spoke first, "Wha's going on.."
A large black man spoke first, he sounded foreign, "They came to Earth and put everyone in these cities.. We've been here about two days. We thought you'd never wake.. We are about to go."
Beans got up, grabbing Beef's arm and staggering through the mud. "Beans, let's go with them!"
He didn't listen, and staggered on. Eventually they hit land, it was a lone dirt road. Beef was now following Beans without question. After walking about an hour down the road, a sign was sprawled on the ground, covered in bullet holes, 'Welcome to Mayberry, Louisiana'
Ahead were a large group of soldiers surrounding about thirty townspeople, Beans trudged forward. Beef bit his lip, watching his brother from behind a wrecked car. Beans walked between two soldiers and sat in the middle of the group, Beef came a few minutes later, after realizing they weren't being killed. Each person was given a swift penchant to the head, rendering them unconscious, most of the people cried.
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Their Truck.
If you want to know the story behind Beans, Beef and Meaty, then stay tuned because I'll add often.
Probabbly one of the best capter so far XD
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