Story time with Tray, if you people care to read.
What I imagine Beans looks like. Minus the black and white effect.Beans rubbed his eyes, opening them slowly. The low hanging ceiling ceiling of the log cabin allowed small streams of light to flow through the miniscule cracks. He sat with a low grunt, rubbing the gray stubble along his jaw. His head fell to the side, looking across the room at the two other vacant beds. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his blue veins somewhat visible nearing the stump that he used to call his knee. He grabbed his peg leg from its leaning position against the wall, fitting it into place over his leg.
As Beans stood, the springs of the leg groaned under his weight. He waddled towards the doorway of the bedding area of the cabin He grabbed onto the side of the doorway, peering around the makeshift kitchen with a scowl. He let go of the log frame, starting for the door to the cabin itself, knocking the discarded iron door open with his shoulder, looking to the Cliffside where Beef sat, his legs dangling over the edge.
Beans lazily dragged his feet to Beef’s side, sitting down slowly and with several grunts and groans. Beef tossed a stick down the cliff, the ruins of City Forty Five many miles away, the shapes of the structures still evident from the overlook. Beef turned his head to Beans, his right shoulder snapped rapidly up, down, back and forth in a quick moment, almost all at once. “Mehm… Meat-uhrm.. Meaty’s down in the wood choppin’ wood fer kindlin’.”
Beef’s shoulder swiveled rapidly once more, an obvious twitch had developed from the massive amounts of human flesh he ingested in the past twenty to thirty years. Meaty came from the forest, axe over his shoulder. His head was now covered in dark brown and graying wispy strands of hair, all flowing down different parts of his head, covering his eyes slightly and resting just above his shoulders. Hair formed around his mouth into a beard, running up his jawline to connect to the rest of his hair.
As Meaty neared, a scar could be noticed running down his forehead and over his right eyelid, nearly fusing his eyelids together. His right eye itself was nearly clenched shut, his lower eyelid sank down, and his upper eyelid hung just above it. Only the bottom part of Meaty’s blue iris and a small area of his pupil was visible through his right eyelids.
Meaty trudged past the two older brothers sitting on the Cliffside, dropping a few hunks of wood amongst the larger pile, turning with the axe resting on his shoulder. “Looked like some of the guys in town are getting’ all riled up again, saw from the hill.”
Beans sniffled, looking over his shoulder, “Let ‘em come. Fuck ‘em.”
Beef’s head subconsciously bobbed back and forth slightly, “Them assholes ain’t shit. Town is smarter than knowin’ we ain’t what Peck says we are.”
Meaty set the axe against the cabin, “Want me to go get the guns?”
Beans’ bottom lip stuck out a bit, he spit a wad of saliva and phlegm down the cliff, giving Meaty a single nod over his shoulder. Meaty pushed open the cabin door, his heavy steps heard from within the cabin. Beans looked to Beef, then back down the cliff, “Remember… when I lost my leg?... In Ineu?” Beans shook his pegged leg, tapping it against the Cliffside.
Beef shuddered a bit, his right shoulder beating around once more. “Yep…”
“Remember… after, we went outside to the gate… me an’ you… an’ we were talking? I said if I was to go real soon to stick with Paul, that you two could watch eachother?..”
Beef nodded, “Yehm.”
Beans sucked on his teeth, rubbing his jaw again, his stubble scratching against his hand. “Wonder where Paul is…”
Beef opened just the right half of his mouth, his shoulder whipping around a bit more frequent now, “Wherever ‘e is… God bless ‘im.”
Meaty kicked the cabin door open, a weapon in each hand, as well as a belt with a holster around his waist. He dropped a Mossberg 500 in Beans’ lap, the end of the barrel was rusting very slightly, and the once matte black grip was grayed where Beans’ hands had been wrapped around it for the past thirty years. A scoped Springfield 1903 landed in Beef’s lap, as well as an unmarked small cardboard box full of 30-06 rounds. Beef stood slowly, only using his left arm as help as his right arm was preoccupied with shaking around.
Meaty patted Beef on the back, “See you after we get Peck to fuck off. Cover us from the hill I reckon.”
Meaty pointed up the hill on the opposite side of the cabin. Beef didn’t respond verbally, but grabbed Meaty’s hand, shaking it with his shaky grip, looking into his eyes and giving him a single nod. Beans looked down at his Mossberg, cocking his head to the side. Beans slowly stood, pulling his Mossberg 500 shotgun up with him. From the trees, men armed with bolt action hunting rifles and handguns of various sorts, and about 5 of them, all of them were adult men from the hunting community down the hill.
A man in a camouflage baseball cap pushed his way to the front of the group, he wore a blue T-shirt as well as dirty and torn jeans and old work boots. He hoisted a Mosin Nagant rifle over his shoulder. “You shitbags, where the fuck is your brother.”
Meaty pinched one of his nostrils shut, shooting some snot from his opposite nostril, “Went down the cliff to explore.”
Peck looked disgustedly at Meaty, bringing the rifle off his shoulder and letting it fall at his side. “Sure he isn’t just in town eating people?”
Beans took a deep breath, digging his foot and peg leg into the dirt, “The only flesh we been eatin’ recently is your girlfriends sweet sweet meat sheets, y’hear? We stopped that shit years ago.”
Peck threw his rifle to the dirt, stepping forward, “Open your mouth again, old man.”
Beans lowered his head, coughing dryly, “I said your girlfriend’s a whore, Mister Peck.”
Peck started for Beans, in a fast walk. As he neared, Beans quickly raised his Mossberg, Peck’s forehead pressing against the cold and rusty barrel of Beans’ shotgun. At once, all of the townspeople raised their rifles. Meaty unclipped his holster, pulling his Glock but keeping it by his side. “Ay, why don’tchall just fuck on off back to town, we’ll handle your herpes problem.”
Peck turned, swinging his fist into Meaty’s jaw. Beans stepped back, keeping his aim on Peck. Meaty growled in anger, raising his Glock into the air and slamming the butt of the handle against the top of Peck’s head, causing him to fall to the ground, stunned. Beans stepped forward, swinging his combine-booted foot into the side of Peck’s head. “Fucking maggot!”
One of the men from the group stepped forward, his rifle trained on Meaty. “Get the fuck away from him and maybe we won’t kill you.”
Meaty smiled, throwing his arms out, “Pillburg! How you doin’, how’s the wife and kids.”
The male shook his head, “Shut the fuck up. Get up Peck, let’s go get the other one while he’s alone.”
Beans stepped forward as Peck sat up, his head bleeding heavily. The dirty combine boot found itself pressed up against the upper portion of Peck’s chest, “You ain’t going nowhere, pussy.”
Pillburg edged forward, his finger finding its way onto his rifle’s trigger. “I’ll shoot you… don’t think I won’t…”
Meaty nodded, “I know you can, but so can Beef.”
Meaty’s gaze shifted from Pillburg to the hillside, though he couldn’t see Beef, he put a thumbs up towards the hill. A loud crack broke the birds’ chirps and the woodpeckers’ beating on the trees. Pillburg fell to the side, a large, round entry hole visible in the side of his head. Peck whimpered on the ground, the remaining four gunmen edging forward, guns kept at Meaty and Beans.
One of the older men turned himself for the hill that the shot came from, looking around carefully, “Holy shit…”
Meaty licked his lips, eying the other three gunmen, Glock aimed down at Peck’s head. “Get… the fuck… out.”
Beans grabbed Meaty’s collar as the men edged closer and closer every few moments. He said in a low voice, “Do it from behind cabin…”
Beans and Meaty turned, sprinting behind the cabin and slamming against the wall, Beans leaned against the log exterior of the cabin, while Meaty kneeled at his feet, peeking around the corner. A single shot splintered the wood alongside the cabin, Meaty snapped his head back, but kept sight on Peck, sticking his Glock from cover carefully. Another shot splintered the wood just below his arm. As one of Peck’s comrades began hoisting him to his feet, Meaty pulled the trigger a total of four times, three of the shots tearing through Peck’s abdomen, the fourth whizzing by his comrade.
Another loud crack wailed from the hillside, and just as the gunman dropped Peck’s limp body, a shot knocked him to the dirt on his chest, blood gathering in the fibers of the back of his red, gray and brown camouflage shirt.
Beans sighed, coming from cover and firing a shot at a gunman advancing on the corner of the cabin slowly. Most of the buckshot upturned the dirt, but multiple pellets hit his feet and ankles, causing him to wail in pain and fall to his back. Beans took aim at the next gunman, pulling the trigger after pumping the shotgun. The buckshot shredded his wife beater, tossing him to the ground, dead. He pumped the shotgun once more, walking towards the downed fighter. He hovered over the struggling gunman, pushing the barrel of the shotgun against his forehead and pulling the trigger.
Beans turned towards the final gunman who had turned from Beef’s position. The gunman raised his Remington 870, firing. The slug hit Beans in the chest, nearly dead center. Beans was tossed to the ground, his Mossberg at his side. He was dead before he hit the ground. Meaty came from cover after watching his brother. He raised the Glock, pulling the trigger a single time before getting hit in the stomach by a slug himself. His shot had hit the gunman in the abdomen. Meaty fell on his side, crying out in pain and clenching his wound.
Upon the hill, Beef pulled the trigger once more, the round nailing the final gunman in his back. An eerie silence followed, and soon after the silence, the birds began chirping and the woodpeckers began working. Beef made his way down the hill, falling next to Beans, crying. Meaty groaned, raising his hand. Beef lifted up his head, ceasing his crying. He rushed to his brother’s side, turning him onto his back and pressing on the wound. “I-I’ll get you help b-brother..”
Meaty clenched his eyes shut, gritting his tooth, “N-no need…”
Beef kept his hands against the wound, sobbing, “Don’t leave me alone… don’t leave me alone…”
Meaty’s lower jaw twitched as he slowly faded into death. Beef never ceased to remove his hands from the wound, sitting there some time after Meaty had passed before finally removing his hands from the wound. He began crying once more, letting his head fall on Meaty’s chest.
The cold iron of a gun pressed against the back of Beef’s head, “Say hi to your brothers for me…”
Beef lifted his head a bit, sniffling. Before he could turn around to attack the unknown gunman, the trigger was pulled. Beef fell on top of his younger brother. The gunman slid his .357 S&W back into its holster, turning on his heel and starting off for the town once more, carefully placing coins on the eyelids of each of the other townspeople as he went along.
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