Harold blew this dog's head off, that was about to take a chunk out of of Michel's head. All the dogs turned and growled at Harold. He shot at all of them before they had the time to attack. He ran to Michel and took him in the church. Pyramid went to the woman, lifted his blade and with one swoop, he chopped her head like a dandelion. Her blood stain her silver hair as it squirted on the ground.1
Harold sat Michel on the couch. He sat right next to him and patted Michel on the back. The man with no shirt went to Harold, and told him in a vicious voice, "We want you to leave now." Harold opened his mouth but Michel had just hurled on the ground. He patted him a tad bit harder on Michel's back. "I know that you think that it's unfair, but we have to think about the children."2
Harold giggled, "If you are thinking about the children, you would have killed yourself sooner." That guy back slapped Harold. Harold touched the place where he slapped. "Funny." The man stared at him, he scratched his head. Harold began, "I thought your slaps would have hurt a lot worst, but no offense, bug bites hurt a lot worser." He pointed to the door, as he glared at Harold. "Who made you boss, Adrian?"3
Adrian leaned forward, looked Harold in his eye, and answered, "We had a quick vote. And guess what?" He patted Harold on the cheek, "I win." He turned at Michel, who had his head low. Adrian grabbed Michel by the hair, and made Michel look at him. "She's died because of you." He took a pocket knife out of his boot, He slammed Michel's head on the back of the couch, he stomped his legs on Michel's arm, and he flipped the pocket knife open. "Did you know, around here the murderer dies with his victim?" Michel slowly shook his head. "You are about to learn now." As Adrian was about to stab Michel's chest, Harold tackled him. He took his hand around Adrian's neck and started to choke him.4
Keeping His hand around Adrian's throat, and spat, "If you want me to leave, fine. But." Harold squeezed harder, "I'm taking Michel with me." He released his neck. Adrian gasped for air. Harold got up, kicked him and went where Michel was. Michel took Harold by the hand and looked at his arm. Harold's arm was covered by blood. The blood was dry though. His hand was disgusting. Some of the flesh on his hand was torn off. "The least you can do is let was stay just until morning."5
Adrian stared at him rubbed his neck, "When the sun is fully in the sky, I better see you gone." Michel felt like hurling again. He wanted to saver every time they had with the church, before going and staying with those zombies. He layed down. He noticed that Harold has went somewhere else in the church. He closed his eyes and he lay asleep.6
There was a town on fire. Screams echoed through the scorching flames and burning buildings. There stood, was Pyramid Head looking down at a woman with lavender eyes, golden hair, as she pleaded for her life. The girl was Sarah Abner. She was on her knees, tears where streaming from her eyes.
Pyramid took her by the throat, and slammed her down. She looked up with watery eyes. "Please." She choked, grasping her own neck, "Please..."
He lifted that massive blade and he made a big cut on her neck. She fell to the ground, face down. She tried to choke some air in her. She suddenly stopped moving, her eyes faded as her soul departed. He took hold of his hat, and slowly slid it off. Pyramid head showed his face, but the scary thing is, Pyramid Head was Michel. He let out an evil cackle that filled the whole town, as it burned down.7
Michel shot straight up and connected painfully with Harold's which was right above him. Harold took hold of his fore head and bounced on one leg. At the same time Harold is leaping, Michel slammed back down on the couch. Harold focused his eyes, and grumbled, "We better get moving. The sun is about to lift itself in the sky." He pointed outside the window. Michel pushed himself upward and took a peak out the window. The sunrise was beautiful. With a capital 'B'. There was yellow, orange, red, purple, and blue colors covering the sky. It was so peaceful that you can slitly hear the birds song. It brought allot of memories too Michel. Like how sarah, and Michel had there first kiss. Or, how Sarah would tell Michel that she'd wake up so early to see the sunrise, ect, ect. 8
Michel stood up, "OK, let's go." He yawned, and gave his arms and legs a good stretch. He took the door handle and he noticed Harold was talking to one of the girls. Then he waved to the girl and took a big bag that was on the right side of the woman. He took a hold of his shot gun in the other hand. Michel held out his hands. "Do you need help carrying anything?" Harold smiled and handed him the bag. Michel took hold of the bag, but the bag was heavy. "O..key. Let's go." Harold pulled the door open and aloud Michel to go through first. Since he needs two hands to carry that bag.9
They walked, and walked, and walked. They walked so far that they where in the middle of a forest. All of a sudden Michel stomach shouted for food. Harold turned to face Michel, as he groped his stomach. "You hungry Michel?" Harold let out a grin. Michel felt foolish.10
Michel let out a shy smile, "I am a bit hungry. What you know how to cook?" Harold nodded. 11
"I learned from my mom. Give me that bag." Harold took the bag off of Michel's shoulder. Michel thought, 'finally my shoulder can have a breather.' Harold let the bag slip put of his hands. The sound it made when it hit the ground, was Ching. Michel is really confused now. Like what on earth would make a Ching sound. Harold dug his hand through the top, and started pulling out stuff, like pots, and pans, spoons, and forks, plates, and bowls. Michel couldn't see because Harold's back was turned, but he knew Harold was putting something on. Michel slowly tried to take a peek. "Harold, what are you doing?" Michel tapped Harold's shoulder with two fingers.12
Harold turned his whole body to face him. And there it was. Harold was wearing a flowery design apron. Yes, a APRON! "Harold, why are you wearing that?" Michel took hold of the bottom of the apron.13
Harold set his hands on his hips. "Momma told me, that every time you cook you have to wear an apron." He humphed and turned back to his business. Michel turned his index finger next to his ear, clockwise. Or here's a better way to put it. Michel's doing the sign for [kookoo.] 14
Michel was ten feet away from crazy Harold, his cooking, and life. He was thinking about well everything. About the church, if they are even going to get out of here, his wife, Pyramid Head. OK, he thinks to much. After thinking that if he closes his eyes he will never open them, he heard a loud shrieking sound, "IT'S GONNA BLOW!" Michel turned and saw, Harold running his way. Harold landed on Michel and both of them slammed on the ground. And then CABOOSE! Their soup fell on them like a fountain of water. Harold smiled and stuck his tong out, like catching snowflakes. He looked at Michel, "Well what's the matter. Dig in."15
Michel shielded his head, with his arms. "Are you INSANE?" Harold ignored that comment, and just started catching the soup. Michel started off too wear those pots are.16
"Michel, why didn't you tell me you knew how to cook?" Michel rolled his eyes. He poured Harold a bowl of soup, and then he served himself.17
Michel slurped some of the hot soup, "You didn't ask." Slurp. Harold blew his hot soup's steam. Then he chugged half of the soup empty.18
Rolling his eyes, "Well you should of told me, and since you didn't we waisted a batch of food." Harold snorted. Michel is not gonna tolerate his attitude. He took the soup from Harold. Harold's eyes filled with crocodile tears. He moaned and whimpered. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. Please can I have it back." Michel did what he wanted, Harold started to scuff the food down. Michel stared wide eyed. 'I'm shocked that he hasn't choked yet.' After they were finished they were on the road again.
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Comments
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Good
I enjoyed reading it; though it became confusing at certain places. You have a rich voice in this piece. You might want to check the spellings as they are off at a couple of places. It was a good read, all-in-all.
Good work.
Good luck.

