The sound of a revolver clicked and the weapon was pointed at the Tourist. He immediately put his hands in to a defensive position.

"Give me all your fucking meds and bandages!" The stranger yelled. The Tourist hated these types of people, the ones who point guns and demand to be given items.

"Ok, just calm down and I wi-" The Tourist said before being cut off.

"Don't fucking talk, just give me what I want! I saw you spare some food for that girl, so I know you have meds and bandages!" The stranger yelled again. It was true the Tourist did have what the stranger was looking for and he did spare some food for a young girl. She had given him a small box filled with workable metal, bolts, screws and gun powder in return. The Tourist was not a good man, but rather a bad man trying to do right. He had killed so many people and this didn't include the dead that roamed the world now.

The Tourist pulled his backpack of his back and opened it, searching for what this stranger wanted. The strangers gun was still pointed at the Tourists head, impatiently waiting for the Tourist to pull out the bandages and medicine.

"And give me good sterile bandages, not those shitty dirty ones." The stranger ordered. The Tourist didn't respond but simply nodded his head.

The Tourist looked up at the stranger for a moment before looking back through his bag. He took note of what the stranger was wearing. A blue jacket and a bullet proof vest with the signature logo of the Tower painted on it. This most likely meant he was part of the Tower, despite the Tourist storming it with the outcasts. This was good news for the Tourist, because he had been given information about a nearby Tower camp that was loaded with supplies. He had been trying to find it for some time but with little luck. He looked up at the stranger again, but something behind him caught the Tourists eye. One Walker coming towards them. This was the perfect distraction, the tourist finally grabbed the medicine and bandages from his bag before he stood back up.

"Took you long enough, I thought I would have to splatter your brains across the ground." The stranger said. he turned around and immediately saw the Walker coming towards them. "Ah, fucking hate these things."

The stranger raised his revolver and fired one shot at the undead man, the bullet struck the Walker in the head and it immediately went down. The Tourist quickly grabbed a small shiv from his bag and rammed it in to the strangers leg from the side. Getting it under his kneecap before twisting the blade to dislodge the bone from it's place. The stranger screamed out in pain and dropped his gun. The Tourist quickly pulled the blade out right when the stranger grabbed his leg and fell to the floor.

The Tourist picked up the strangers gun and the stolen items. He pointed the gun at the stranger who was still screaming.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" The stranger screamed. His injury was spewing blood and the bone under his skin was at an off angle.

"You are going to tell me where the Tower camp is, cause I know it's near here on Bourbon Street," The Tourist simply said. "And if you tell me were, I will willingly give you the meds and bandages to fix yourself up."

"You sick fuck!" The stranger yelled.

"Times ticking."

"Ok, ok... they are just a few blocks down, the front door is boarded up with the Tower logo sprayed on it, you can't miss it. There is a fire escape that leads to the second floor, you can sneak in there!"

"Thank you." The Tourist was just about to help the stranger with his wounds when the sound of his watch went off. It beeped, once, beeped twice and then a third time. This could only mean the bell were about to ringing. Every day at a specific time a bell would be rung to stir a herd of the undead to one locations and any who didn't leave in time were eaten by the undead.

The bell began to ring out across Bourbon Street, there was no time for the Tourist to help this stranger. He got up and looked down the ally they were next to. He saw six walkers coming down it and six turned to ten and ten turned to seventeen and so on. The numbers kept growing and growing. At this rate The Tourist would not be able to make it to his skiff and get back to the broken bus he called home, but maybe the Tower camp could work.

"I'm sorry. The Tourist said before leaving the stranger .

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" The stranger yelled. In no time at all his yells turned in to screams as the horde of the undead piled on top of him to begin their feast.

The Tourist ran down the street looking back now and then to see how big the horde had gotten. After three minutes of constant running he saw the boarded up doors with the Tower symbol. The stranger was telling the truth. He didn't see the fire escape though. He ran up and around the back of the building to see if it was there and indeed it was, along with a few stray Walkers.

The Walkers saw the Tourist and began to move towards him. He quickly grabbed one by the head and pushed it back in to the others, causing them all to stumble and giving Tourist room to get up the ladder. He quickly climbed up the ladder and to the second floor. He sat on the fire escape for a few minutes to catch is breath. Thank god Walkers couldn't climb or he would be fucked.

After a few minuets the Tourist got up and walked over to a open window and peeked in, he heard voices and heavy armor clanking. It was most likely that the building had heavily armored Tower guards in it. The Tourist pulled off his backpack and began to go through his weapons. On his right hip he had a modified clever that he called the "4th and Pain." On his left hip he had a suppressed 9mm pistol with a laser sight. Over his shoulder he had a AR-416 that also had a suppressor and laser sight. In his bag he had a sawed off shotgun, three nail bombs, a extra military grade knife he had found and a pair of bolted up gloves that let him punch in his enemy's heads. On the sides of his bag there were to holsters where he could store two other large weapons. On the right there was a modified fire axe that once belonged to Gerik, the Axe Man. Instead of the standard wooden shaft, the axe had a long red metal one that was a lot more durable. On the left side of his bag was a chainsaw, it may not seem practical but it was useful for clearing out walkers and making his enemies run away in fear.

The Tourist put on his bolted up gloves and pulled out the military knife. He quickly switched the fire axe to his shoulder and holstered the AR on his back before climbing in through the window. He kept his flash light off so he didn't attract any attention while inside. He crept around the second floor, keeping his senses sharp just incase any one would try and jump him. He turned a corner to see a heavily armored Tower solider standing there. Their makeshift riot gear would force the Tourist to get in close and use his blade. He snuck up behind the armored individual and stood up. He threw his arm around their neck and pulled them back right when he forced the blade up behind their helmet and in to their skull. The armored soldier fell limp and the Tourist gently put him on the floor.

"Hey Tommy did you want a soda or not?" The sound of another Tower troop got closer as they came up the stairs. Once reaching the top they immediately saw the Tourist with the dead armored solider. "Your fucking dead!"

The Tourist jumped through in to the room the solider he had taken out was. He grabbed the Nova 1014 pump shotgun he had dropped and racked a shell in to the chamber. He quickly threw his body out the door and aimed the shotgun at the Tower troop. The troop had no time to react as the Tourist pulled the trigger and fired the shell in to the man's chest.

He heard more people rushing up the stairs, uncountably coming to kill him. This was no going as the Tourist had planned and he did not count on their being this many people. The first of the many troops immediately shot at the Tourist, hitting the shotgun in his hand and destroying it in the process. The Tourist rolled back in to the room and pulled out a nail bomb, he blindly threw it around the corner and heard it detonate. The people screamed before going silent. he could still hear one person. He looked around the corner and saw a woman holding a grenade.

"Fuck you Tourist!" She yelled before pulling the pin. The Tourist quickly pulled out his 9mm and shot the woman in the face, instantly killing her. The grenade in her hand fell to the ground and rolled towards the Tourist. His eyes winded and he tried to run the other direction. But it was to late, the grenade went off destroying the floor bellow him. He let out a short yell before falling backwards in to the hole and hitting the ground and hitting his head, causing him to black out.

The Tourist began to wake up, his head was throbbing and his hands hurt. He quickly pulled off his gloves and saw that his hands were horribly cut up. He stuffed the gloves in his bag and pulled out some bandages and painkillers to help with is throbbing head. He looked about to see where he had fallen, it didn't look like the building he was in. The walls and floor didn't match. He looked up to see not a hole in a second floor but a hole straight through a roof. He didn't understand at all. How could he have ended up here?

He pushed the wooden planks off of himself and got up, brushing small bits of ruble off of himself. He looked down and saw his axe, he quickly picked it back up and holstered it on his right shoulder and put his bag on. He was still not feeling great but the pain killers were helping. He slowly walked towards the front door of the building. Before he could open it the sound of small children screaming caught his attention. It was coming from outside. He had to do something, about it. Tower or not they Were still children.

He pushed the door open, ready to face whatever was about to be thrown at him.

Author's Note

This chapter should set up what is to come and set the dark tone for this story.