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The Walking Dead : This Lucky Bastard

In a dimension far from the knowledge of men or even gods, three primordial entities decide to correct the cases of secondary characters through the fictional universes created by humans. After TWILIGHT with Jacob and Harry Potter with the case of Ron, they were interested in The Walking Dead but things will be different this time. English is not my first language, my texts are written in French and I will try to translate them, please bear with me if you notice some typos. Thank you all

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chapter 36 : Cold-blooded killer

"120 men, 30 of whom are still outside. Thanks nigga..." Calvin said as he walked out of the alley while wiping the blood off his hands while behind him was the corpse of the guy he tortured to death.

He still had a lot of time before dark so he went to check on some things. At 9 p.m., he returned to his post on one of the rooftops and observed the outpost, noticing two large buses parked within the compound.

 He took out some snacks from his bag and ate just like the men he was observing. They seemed to be in a good mood and forced some women to dance completely naked, others were forced to drink with them and others were dragged into one of the rooms by several men.

Calvin watched all this with disgust, he then checked the safety of the place he was in before preparing what he needed to take a nap, he wasn't going to attack right away so he slept until several hours pass...

 *Mood music: If looks could kill - Destroy lonely (Instrumental)*

 Calvin woke up at 2 a.m. and observed the outpost again, he saw several sentries but also the workers doing their nightly cleaning tasks.

Compared to the one he was when he massacred the raider gang near Hershel's farm, this Calvin was more experienced but had had additional training with the SAS and Marines who are in Lincoln. He wasn't going to attack them stupidly and risk getting shot, it wasn't the hood and there were more than a hundred of them.

 He took out some firecrackers and a lighter from his backpack before looking at the outpost with amusement. A few minutes later, they heard sounds similar to gunshots near the buildings surrounding the motel and everyone was alerted.

Quickly, the men came out of the rooms with their weapons, these gunshots would certainly attract the surrounding zombies in large numbers but above all it meant that armed individuals were near their outpost and they had to go look to neutralize the danger .

 Calvin was smart, very smart and set off firecrackers in an alley and in a few minutes, around twenty men were around to check what was happening without knowing that they had just offered themselves to a real angel of death.

From the heights where he was, Calvin took his silenced assault rifle and began shooting at them. Thanks to his perfect mastery of the weapon he used, Calvin massacred these men in 8 seconds with each bullet fired that lodged comfortably in their heads.

 They were killed one after the other without understanding what was happening, Calvin was lurking in the shadows to start shooting at them with his silent weapon.

A 30-bullet magazine, 27 bullets fired for 27 enemies who died in panic and incomprehension.

In 8 seconds, it was fast and a battle against Calvin was suicide if he had a gun because thanks to his blessing he was the best marksman in the world and with an assault rifle he could massacre a platoon without problem and without wasting a single bullet.

 After killing these men, he went in another direction of the outpost where he repeated the same operation with the firecrackers and unlike the first time, there were already several zombies gathered there.

Calvin had finished filling his mag when this time, 17 men came and started killing the zombies when Calvin attacked them from his shooting position. They tried to defend themselves but in vain, Calvin was much too fast for his victims who did not even know where he was shooting from or if he was alone.

 Firecrackers exploded again and seeing that their men didn't return, tension began to rise in the outpost. Either they had found something, or they were still in the middle of a fight and it didn't take long for Calvin to understand this. He entered a building near the outpost and set off firecrackers on several floors, even removing the silencer from his assault rifle to fire three times in three different locations to simulate a shootout in the building. This place was a big trap that he had prepared during the day before taking a nap .

 As expected, the outpost sent more men as reinforcements in this shootout against an unknown enemy. Calvin wouldn't have believed his traps would have worked so successfully, but he had supernatural luck among his blessings and the man who commanded this outpost was a complete moron.

It was stupid to send men to fight an unidentified enemy and in a really dark night but he did it anyway thinking that numbers as usual would be the decisive advantage. Who could blame him? He had subdued several small groups of survivors passing through town or exterminated small hordes of zombies using this tactic.

 This idiot sent nearly 40 men into the building where the explosions were heard when Calvin was no longer there because he had gone out and skillfully lowered through the windows floor by floor until he reached the ground, the firecrackers were exploding in the upper floors and they made their way killing the few zombies in their way.

Once down, Calvin quickly attracted the surrounding zombies by using himself as bait. These zombies were really numerous because of the explosions since earlier and he brought them into the building before setting off his last firecrackers in the building then discreetly leaving again.

 It was on the ground floor that he finally triggered his trap by pouring a large quantity of poor quality gasoline all over the floor and stairs, he had already spilled some upstairs for a while but had left the ground floor lest his enemies be suspicious of the smell when entering.

He used a lighter to start the fire to trap both men and the undead in this building which began to catch fire with flames which spread very quickly.

 Inside, the bandits were doomed to end up devoured by the zombies far too numerous for them or burned by the flames because they had neither the agility nor the skill of Calvin to descend all these floors from the outside into this almost moonless night.

Within minutes, screams and gunshots began to be heard throughout the building because even with their weapons, they were doomed. The diabolical genius of this trap was especially in its last phase, the smoke was going to prevent these guys from breathing and seeing properly in the face of all these zombies.

 At one point, the screams became louder from those being devoured by zombies and some chose to jump out of windows to crash painfully to the ground.

If by some miracle one of them survived this fall, they would have broken bones and the magnificent crowd of zombies below that had been attracted by the light of the fire.

 Calvin quickly returned to one of his observation posts in the darkness to see the men at the outpost watching the fire and listening to the cries of their friends in fear.

As they were getting agitated, a bald man with tattoos on his head calmed them down and Calvin immediately understood that he was the leader of the outpost, his supernatural instinct had never failed him . While the leader calmed the rest of his soldiers...

 *SPLIRGHT*

 A bullet hit him in the head and as he fell dead in front of his men who realized what had just happened, nine other men were shot in the head and that's when they started to seriously panic but they were already doomed.

Calvin was extremely efficient with an assault weapon, his accuracy was perfect but his aiming speed was also terrifying. He had trained hard to improve his skills and while he was already inhumanly strong before, he is now a veritable killing machine.

 One after the other he shot them down and although some had managed to hide, all the others were dead in less than 20 seconds. He left his firing position to go down and penetrate the outpost with extreme ease by stealthily climbing the barrier.

However, as he prowled like a predator in the darkness to kill the remaining enemies one by one, he heard a commotion as he slit the throat of one of the men he had found.

Approaching cautiously, he saw several women armed with knives and guns killing the supremacists who had hidden.

 He let them revolt and kill their oppressors until only three supremacists remained, two women and one man. As they were about to be killed, Calvin showed up to ask the prisoners to stop and they turned to him, pointing their guns.

 "Put down your weapons, I'm the one who caused all this commotion. I hate being threatened and I don't know you, count on me to kill whoever is going to threaten me with a gun. I'm serious..." Calvin said without any sort of fear before putting his assault weapon behind him and casually walking towards them when he slipped while stepping on the handle of a knife on the ground near a dead body.

 *BLAM*

 At the same time, one of the women who was pointing a gun at him fired a shot in panic and if Calvin had not slipped, he would have been mortally wounded in the neck by the bullet. Having stopped his fall with his hands on the ground, Calvin realized that one of the women had shot him and looked at her with a certain coldness.

 The woman: I…I…don't come any closer…

 "Wait, she didn't do it on purpose, you have to understand her...she's traumatized" Another woman wanted to defend her but Calvin directly threw the knife he had just thrown at the woman who shot him and the blade sank into her throat.

 "She didn't do it on purpose? If I hadn't slipped then I would have died because that bitch was traumatized? I had just warned you just now though." Calvin said coldly and the other woman who had defended her friend immediately wanted to shoot Calvin but he was too fast for her and shot her in the head by drawing his silenced pistol , a man and three other women wanted to attack her but all died immediately.

This is what Calvin was with a gun in his hand when Christina wasn't near him, a decisive killer who could shoot and take a life without the slightest hesitation or consideration of gender in defending himself. If by chance he hadn't slipped, his life would have ended in such a stupid way.

 "Look, I know your numbers give you the illusion of having an advantage against me and that's true in a way but I haven't survived this far for anyone to want to end my days. I approached you peacefully after killing those who have hurt you and warned you what would happen if you wanted to play dumb with me.

I'm not the type to reduce strangers to servitude like these guys but you can believe me on one thing, I don't hesitate to kill those who want to attack me. Now put down your weapons…" He said finishing his speech in a cold tone and even though it was dark, the fire from the fire a little further away was lighting up his murderous gray eyes at the moment. It was in fear that they lowered their weapons and he thanked them, Calvin walked forward, reaching into his pocket and pulling out Rebecca's photo.

 "Has there a young lady among you named Rebecca Lamb ? Do you recognize her in this photo? " He circulated the photo and an Asian girl recognized him, they had been in the same dormitory before they were separated but she was not the only one because five other girls and two boys recognized her. They didn't know precisely where she was but they told him she was certainly at their main base at the Stadium.

 Calvin looked at the three remaining supremacists and pointed his finger at one of the two women.

 "You can kill the other two, this one will take a message to their leader tomorrow at their base. You can beat the shit out of her but I need her to be able to walk and talk..." He said and they nodded before starting to deal with their former tormentors.