>>27885862
>>Let’s go.
No reason for her to stay in the car.

Check Brandie subtly if we can.

>>27886067
Check Brandie's hand subtly*

>>27886067
Second this.

>>27886067
>>27886112
Okay. Off we go

You step out into the pounding rain. Rick’s body is still lying motionless in the front yard. Any trace of the bullet you sent through his chest has washed away. You approach the porch to see the front door is ajar. Mariah follows close behind. A chill runs down your neck, standing the hairs on end. The damned rain is cold.

You push open the door with a polite squeak. The house seems eerily still. You take a few steps in the living room, scanning for signs of Brandie. There’s no clock on the oven or microwave and the ceiling fan above is unmoving. Power’s out.

You open your mouth to call out, but the words catch in your throat. You’ve got to be careful. The world is different now. Anyone could be here with Brandie. Or she could be... You push that thought from your mind and keep quiet.

You peek in the master bedroom to find it undisturbed. The other bedroom door catches your eye – the unused nursery. The door is cracked slightly. A door that has been closed since Brandie lost the baby. It was like she thought she could keep that part of your lives — that horrible loss – bottled up in that room if she just kept the door closed.

You push it open and see her standing over the crib.

She turns to face you. Brandie was beautiful; maybe not to everyone, but she was to you. Her face lights up as her eyes fall on you. With a few quick steps she practically falls into your arms. You feel her pressed into your chest. You always thought she was the perfect height, short enough to just fit under your chin when you held her. The scent of her hair feels like a memory as you breathe it in. You hear her let out a soft sob and feel hot tears roll down your cheeks.

>cont.

The faces of the dead men fade, if only for a moment.

“I thought I lost you,” you choke back the tears. You lose sight of everything but holding her.
“So many people are gone, Rodger…and the ones that are left –“ you hold her tighter.
“I know, baby. I know.”

****

“It’s going to be a girl, I’m telling you!” Brandie smiles as she speaks.
“You seem awfully sure of that,” You playfully squint, “You know something I don’t?”
“No, no. As much as I want to ask, I promised,” she replies.
“A couple months and we’ll know for sure.” You guide your hand back and forth against her swollen belly. She smiles at you. She has a beautiful smile.
“What’re we going to name her?” She asks.

>Pick a girl’s name

>>27886399
>>Pick a girl’s name
Sophia

>>27886399
Shaniqua

>>27886399
Lindi

After our South African grandmother.

>>27886478
>>27886496
>>27886511
hmm any votes for one of these?

>>27886596
I'd say you can break the tie.

>>27886596
Well I like Lindi Sophia.
Writing

“Well, IF it is a girl, I like Lindi or Sophia.” You sit back on the bed, your hand resting on her stomach.
“Lindi. That’s pretty…” Brandie nods and closes her eyes.

You feel a kick and Brandie winces.
“Oh!” She sits up straight, squeezing your hand hard.
“You okay?” You sit up.
“Ow…ow… ahhh!” Her fingers dig into your palm as she wrenches over.
“Brandie? Brandie?!” You’re on your feet now, your heart beating fast.
“Some—something’s wrong.”

****

Brandie presses her face hard into your chest. You can feel her tears soaking through the fabric. Your own tears are collecting on the collar of your shirt. Her grip loosens, but she doesn’t let go.

>Where have you been?
> Are you okay?

>>27886707
>Are you okay?
It's the most important detail after all.

>>27886707
>> Are you okay?
Lets try the emotional approach women are always talking about.

“Are you okay?” Your voice trembles.
“Yeah… I was at work… it was so bad. People died and I think I got knocked out. I crawled out and came here this morning. I was so scared you were dead, too.” She buries her face in your chest again.

You hold her tighter. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re enjoying this. It feels so good for her to need you again…even in the wake of such a horrible disaster, you’re enjoying yourself.
“Can I see it,” her muffled voice emanates from your chest.

****

“Is she okay? Is the baby ok?” You’re out of your chair the second you see the doctor enter the room.
“Mister Grant – yes she’s fine, I – Mister Grant, please. Sit,” the doctor struggles to talk over you. He leads you back your chair.

Sitting isn’t good. Good news doesn’t require sitting.

You tap your foot anxiously as the doctor takes a seat across from you.

“Mister – Rodger, I’m sorry. The baby didn’t make it.”

You feel light-headed, like you’re watching through someone else eyes. You’re foot goes still. You hold your breath. Everything seems to go quiet for a long time. The doctor speaks, but you don’t hear him. Your mind wanders aimlessly, lost. Brandie.

“I need to see her.” You’re already walking through the door, the doctor trailing behind you.

You find her in the hospital bed, curled into a ball and draped in a hospital gown. You crawl onto the bed and put her in your arms.

You cry harder than you have ever cried before.

****

“What?” You pull her away from your chest.
“I’ve got to see it,” she says, wiping her eyes.
“See what?”
“Your mark, Rodger. Let me see your mark.” She reaches for your hand.

>Let her see your hand
>Recoil; keep your hand away from her

>>27886822
>Let her see your hand

No shit I live right out of youngstown

>>27886901
Great! don't call me out on my horrendous geographical errors!

I'm actually down by Cincinnati

>>27886901
Wait, what? Is there something I am missing

>>27886977
This story takes place in Youngstown, OH

>>27886877
Writing

You reluctantly offer her your hand and give her a dazed look.
“Wha- my mark? What…Brandie?” You bump into the wall behind you. You didn’t realize you were backing away.
“He told us. We have to check. They’re everywhere. Just let me see it.” Her voice is more persistent now. She scratches roughly at the back of her neck as she steps closer.

****

The sun just went down, casting a dull gray light on the world outside. In the living room, a single yellow bulb fights against the bluish glow of the TV. Your vision is struggling to follow the action on the screen.

Too much whiskey.

Brandie scrapes off the plates you ate dinner on. You never used to drink at dinner, but anymore you go through at least three Jack and Cokes before you push the plate away and head into the living room. You hear the rattle of the dishwasher drawer being pushed in. Its door shuts and Brandie comes into the living room.

For a moment she lingers in the doorway with the pale yellow light fighting against the flares from the TV. You see her in the corner of your eye, but stay focused on a rerun of The Simpsons.

“I had sex with Mark.” Her voice is flat, matter-of-fact. She remains in the doorway. You can feel her eyes on you, waiting.

>Okay.
>You what?

>>27887111
>>You what?
Also,
> Who is this "he"?

>>27887111
>You what?

>>27887149

You guys need to come up with your own conclusions about that.

>>27887177
I want us to ask her in the present.

>>27887156

Dude, we're in the middle of a flashback, we can't just break the fourth wall.

>>27887194
Oh okay, gotcha.

>>27887111
>You what?

*Red mist descends*

We have an anger problem, it's why we were left behind in the first place.

You stare straight ahead for a moment – let her words wash over you. You close your eyes and try to fight the growing sensation that you’re spinning.

“You what?” Your voice is one part indignant, one part betrayed.
“Last week… I –“ She starts, searching for something to say.
“You what, Brandie? You fucking what?” You get on your feet, uneasily.
“I – I want a divorce!” Her eyes glisten with tears as she grips onto the doorway. It seems to be the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Your stomach plummets. You sink back down into your chair, eyes fixed on her as tears roll down her cheeks. Her eyes press on you, waiting for an answer. You open your mouth to say something – you know you should say something – but what’s left to say?

>What do you want me to say?
>Why, Brandie?

>>27887277
>What do you want me to say?

>>27887277
>Just leave, so we don't end up killing anyone.

>>27887277
>Slap her

>>27887277
>Throw nearby lamp into the TV.
>Tell her to get the fuck out.
>Take swig of whiskey.

>>27887277
>Go find this Mark fucker.

>>27887277
>>What do you want me to say?

>>27887277
>Why, Brandie?

I'll go for a violent "whattaya want me to say"

>>27887277
>Why, Brandie?

“What do you want me to fucking say?” Your voice breaks as you start to speak.
“I don’t know anymore. I just – I don’t know.”
“Oh you don’t know? You don’t fucking know?” You send the lamp on the end table sailing into the wall. Brandie shrieks at the crash. Her hands come up to her face as she slides down the wall.

You turn to the window to see the scene reflected in the windows by the pale yellow light. What you see terrifies you: A scared girl and a violent drunk. You grab your keys and drive away.

****

“Rodger, where is it.”She sounds agitated while she searches the back of your hand.

You see it.

Carved into the back of her hand, the same bloody symbol you saw on Rick’s hand this morning.

>”I don’t have one.”
>”What did you do, Brandie…”
>Other

>>27887591
>>”What did you do, Brandie…”

>>27887591
>>”What did you do, Brandie…”

>>27887591
>”What did you do, Brandie…”

>>27887591
>”What did you do, Brandie…”

She accepted the nice man's offer didn't she?

WHELP.

>>27887690
Well, maybe there is more to that mark than we know.

Maybe she carved the one on her hand to feign being one of them.

>>27887616
>>27887633
>>27887649
>>27887690
Here we go

>>27887591
No loss if we kill her now.

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>We'll have to kill Brandie
We'll end up like pic related by the time this is over.

>>27887762
Remove raptured kebab before they spread

“What did you do Brandie...” You stare at her in horror as the words come out.

A flash of emotions play across her face. First, she takes a step back with a befuddled scowl on her face. In the next moment, she brings her scarred hand to her face with a look of disbelief. Then, her disbelief fades into a betrayed glare. She takes a step forward when she speaks.

“What did I do? What did you do?! How could you, Rodger? HOW COULD YOU?!” Her voice cracks in anger, “You did this? You’re one of them?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

Your mouth is dry. There’s a lump surging in your throat. You press your body against the wall while she shrieks; her face a picture of rage. ou notice Mariah standing outside the door, taking the scene in. She makes eye contact with you, mouths something, but you’re distracted by Brandie’s screaming.

“You motherfucking son of a bitch! How could you do this to the world?! WHY?!"

>Investigate (ask a question)
>Calm her down
>Communicate with Mariah
>Other

>>27887726
Nah, man, she be acting pretty cray. Time to put down Brandy like a dog.

>>27887808
>Calm her down

>>27887808
Communicate.

"What have I done, Brandy?"

>>27887762
I'm fine with this.

>>27887808
>>Investigate (ask a question)
What are you talking about Brandie?

>>27887852
>>27887832
Investigating

“What do you think I did, Brandie? I haven’t done anything,” you say.

“BULLSHIT! You – you and those like you. You did this. All these people—dead! All the suffering. You did this! Damn you, Rodger! I LOVED YOU!” Tears start falling on her red cheeks as she screams.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You feel the anger beginning to cut through the shock.

“He told me what you did. So don’t fucking lie to me!” She spits the words at you like venom, “You and your kind brought on all this death. Don't deny it! None of this will go away until you're gone!”

>Investigate
>Try and talk to Mariah
>Other

>>27888046
>Calm her down with logic

>>27888046
>Investigate

"Brandie, what the HELL did you think I did?"

>>27888046
Other.

Embrace her, telling her it will be ok over and over again. If she tries anything funny just shift positions to a choke hold. This will see if Brandie is really crazy or can be shown the sane way of things.

>>27888046
>Investigate

>>27888103
Choose something to ask if you investigate. Forgot that part.

>>27888046
"I haven't done anything! I've woken up, gone to work, and gone to sleep for (# of years since divorce), and that's it! You're the ones that are carving symbols everywhere and killing people!"

Rolled 38

>>27888046
>Investigate
"Brandie, who EXACTLY told you what I did? How did I cause this?"

>>27888119
Ask her who told her that.

>>27888046

One day people. we will finally get to punch the NICE MAN in the face for all the shit he's heaping on us.

>>27887816
We're not killing her! She's just emotional with shock.

If se tries anything we just knock her out and rue her up, she wok in this together!

>>27888142
>>27888127
Asking Who and what

This isn't gonna end well.

“Who is ‘he?’ Who is telling you this? What are you talking about?!”

“The Savior! You denied him? I can't believe it. I should’ve known. You fucking asshole. I should’ve fucking known,” She spits, “You’re a fucking drunk! You left me all alone when Lindi died. And now… now you’ve done this.” She scratches her neck angrily.

Your mind is racing. Why would she do this to herself? She can’t be like the others. You don’t want to hurt her. This is Brandie. The woman you love.

“Stop it,” you say flatly.

“Well guess what, Mark didn’t leave me alone. Mark gave me what I needed while you were out getting fucking drunk!” She jabs her finger in your chest.

“Brandie – “ You start, your voice sterner now. How dare she talk about him and what she did?

"Rodger, the dog..." Mariah's voice is a quick harsh whisper.

“And after you left, all I did was fuck. All those college boys at YSU – too easy – a different one every night.” You lock eyes, hers are full of hate.

“That’s enough.” You feel the anger building in you now. Bringing up Mark was one thing… this is different.

“They know what they’re doing, more than you ever did, you limp-dicked fucker! Thank the Lord he killed the baby you put in me, you evil bastard.” She’s inches from your face now. Your face is burning red hot with rage.

"... she killed the fucking dog." Mariah finishes.

>Fuck her
>Fuck her
>Fuck her

>>27888415

Um, well, shit. I've got nothing.

>>27888415
>Fuck her
Hate sex with the Devil's messanger? This is gonna be fun.

>>27888222
What did you expect from a quest about the end of the world?

>>27888415
>Kill her
She killed the dog, she is beyond redemption.

>>27888415
Fuck her as in literally fuck her?

Or in the sense that its skull-bashing time?

>>27888415
>Kill her
>Make it quick

>>27888415
Wait, which fuck are we talking about here?

>>27888478
As in, fuck dat bitch. Sorry. So angry you aint thinking straight

>>27888464
>>27888521

Are you guys shitting me? SERIOUSLY?

We might as well hand ourselves bow-tied to the Devil at the rate our behavior is going. Get Mariah to deal with her, she's much calmer.

/tg/, ITG at its finest.

>>27888563
It's not really an emotional thing man, it's just mercy. She be all crazy. What would you suggest as an alternative?

>>27888563

Yeah, get Mariah to deal with her. The calls to just up and bloody kill our ex is starting to get downright disturbing.

And the next dog we adopt is coming with us when we go out.

“Fuck you!” You push her backward, “You think it was easy for me? She was my daughter, too! I drank to numb the pain while you were out whoring yourself to anyone that’d fuck you!”

She throws her hand up at your face, raking her nails across your face and flies out the door. You follow her out to see her and Mariah wrestling on the floor.

“I’ve got her!” Mariah shouts
“Get off me, bitch!” She howls.

>Hold Brandie down
>Pick Brandie up and take her back to her bedroom

>>27888563
She sold her soul to Lucifer and those people have tried to kill us for a while now.

>>27888589
Screw this, let's go learn to be a farmer until this stuff blows over. Drama is boring.

>>27888579

How about we try to rehabilitate her or something instead of MURDERING HER? You idiots are validating everything she's saying about us, and we don't know how far she's gone.

>>27888589
>Hold Brandie down

Restrain her first.

>>27888589
>Hold Brandie down

>>27888606
Have you been reading the quest? The people with the devil's mark have been literally trying to kill us in order to cleanse the world.

There is no talking to them, they attempt to kill us on sight.

>>27888589
>Hold Brandie down

>>27888606
Okay, lets just keep a woman that's completely insane and devoted to What-Is-Probably-Satan and hates our guts tied up in the nursery room. It's not like food is scarce at all, we can totally afford to feed her. What could possibly go wrong?

>>27888589
>Hold Brandie down

>>27888589
>Hold Brandie down
>Cable-tie her hands

You’re hardly seeing straight as you walk over to Brandie. The ache in your shoulder and back fade away, the new cuts on your face barely sting. Your heart is pounding in your head.

You grab Brandie and separate her from Mariah. You keep her held down, putting your whole weight on her. She struggles, but can’t get away.

>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.
>”I'm sorry, Brandie.” Kill her.

>>27888650
Two loons and one maybe loon, man I bet that means EVERYONE is has lost it and can't eventually be turned back.

>>27888657
I've seen nothing that indicates insanity, severe emotional damage and disillusionment. But not insanity.

And it's Brandie, she deserves us at least trying.

>>27888711
>>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

>>27888711
>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

>>27888719
Yes, the woman who cheated on us, divorced us, and then evidently screwed the town before giving into the wiles of Satan deserves our complete attention and devotion.

>>27888711
>Kill her.

>>27888711
>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

We love her, even now, we still love her.

>>27888711
>>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

>>27888711
>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

>>27888711
>”Calm down. Now.” Restrain her.

>>27888747
Yes, a woman who we loved and did everything as a result of severe emotional trauma and was taken advantage of in her vulnerability by Satan deserves cold-blooded murder.

>>27888719
It's like the zombie apocalypse man. You can't get all sentimental with zombies, just gotta kill 'em.

>>27888781

Considering she's not attempting to eat our brains, I'd dispute the assertion that she's a zombie.

Mercy it is. Very Thats very Christian of you guys.

>>27888796
I didn't say IS a zombie just that she's LIKE a zombie.

>>27888796

But she did kill the dog

>>27888808

Well we are a Christian imageboard

>>27888796
This is basically Crossed+Waterworld I think. I'm not sure. It's been raining for like, 2 days now. I really think we should find a boat.

>>27888816
I can't believe she killed that fucking puppy! Damn it, best character is kill.

>>27888816
No we don't, for all we know it barked at the wrong person.

And if she did? Boo hoo, get over yourself, this is a woman we've known for years as opposed to a dog we've known for like two days. She doesn't deserve murder for that.

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>>27888916
>Trying to waifu our ex-wife.
I'm going along with the mercy thing for the moment because it's in character, but when the time comes you realize we'll have to kill her right?

>>27888916
The person we loved is already dead, she died when accepted the covenant with Lucifer.

Killing the dog just show how much she has fallen.

>>27888963
>Thinking I want to waifu our ex-wife
Or you know, I actually don't want to become a cold-blooded murderer.

>>27888966
Listen to yourself, a DOG?

Oh wow, she totally deserves a death sentence for making a deal with an entity we have no knowledge of (besides a vague "he's an asshole") and probably did under extreme stress at the time.

“Calm down. Now,” you say through your teeth. Blood drips from your injured face, “Mariah, zip-ties.”

Brandie howls and screams while you put on the zip-ties. She curses at you, spits at you, and at one point even tries to bite you. Mariah suggests gagging her to stop the screaming. Its not a bad idea.

You throw her in the nursery’s closet and lock the door. She pounds against it for about a minute before she gives up the fight. You hear her panting through her gag behind the door.

“What the fuck Rodger. It’s like she’s possessed. What’re we going to do,”Mariah asks.

You eyes fall on the remains of Champ, his body lies twisted and broken on the kitchen floor. How could she do that? You look back up at Mariah.

>”We try to help her.”
>”We try to get some answers”

>>27889047
>”We try to help her.”

Because I really doubt we're getting answers in her current state.

>>27889047
Grab a bible and start reading it in front of her.

>>27889047
>”We try to get some answers”

>>27889047
>”We try to help her.”

>>27889047
>We try to help her and bury our dog

>>27889047
We've seen the Exorcist, right? Do that stuff!

>>27889047
>>”We try to help her.”

>>27889060
I wouldn't be against grabbing a bible and reading her revelations. Especially the part about the number of the beast and the marks on the forehead and right hand.

There is so much wrong here I don't know where to begin. But killing a woman just for having a mark on her hand is not the way out of it. We need a Bible, a boat, and a way out, and not necessarily in that order.

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To find the beast we need only find the man with the most magnificent neckbeard.

Help, She needs somebody.
Help, cuz she's fuckin' crazy.

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>>27889134
>Doesn't have the guts to kill the agents of Satan.
What are you, a heretic.

>>27889175
>Help, cuz she's fuckin' crazy.

>>27889175
>Help, cuz she's fuckin' crazy.

Being the anon who argued against the stupidity of killing her, even I can tell what's the main issue here.

>>27889175
>Help, cuz she's fuckin' crazy.

>>27889187
>>27889208
>>27889215
Guys. It wasn't a choice post. They're song lyrics.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCGvZgDvtkU

>>27889260

Oh.

Now I feel silly.

>>27889260
I should stop being so silly. Lives are at stake.

>>27889314
I like it. Even if I seem to be the only one getting these references.

“We help her. She has the mark, but that doesn’t mean she’s like the others.” You try to say the words with confidence; maybe for your sake more than hers.

You stare at Champ’s body for a long time before you scoop up his broken body and head outside.

“Watch the nursery,” you say to Mariah.

You bury the dog as the last bits of sunlight filter through the heavy rain. You hardly knew the dog a day, but you feel you warm tears mixing in the cool rainwater all the same.

You come back into the house, soaking wet, to find Mariah in the kitchen with a bible.

“I think this is the end of the world, Rodger,” she says with a trembling chin.
“Yeah… yeah I think you’re right.” You nod in agreement.

You head into the bedroom and gingerly undress. Your face stings, but the rainwater washed off most of the blood.

You spend the next two days lying in bed. Mariah comes in every few hour to give you glasses of water and food. You go in and out, spending most of your waking hours replaying everything in your head. But there’s one thing you think about the most. What is it?

>Brandie
>Yourself
>The “disaster”

>>27889542
>The “disaster”

>>27889542
>The “disaster”
We need to figure out what's going on. Shit's got to be flooding by now.

>>27889542
>The “disaster”

While we're at it, fantasize how we're going to punch the NICE MAN in the face.

>>27889542
>>The “disaster”

>Firstly, sorry I'm slow, its one of my friends birthdays tonight, he was going to sit home alone, but instead we threw him a little party. I didn't want to blow this thing off since I set a date, so I tried to prewrite as much as I could.

>Secondly, I've been writing this instead of talking to the people here. I gotta go be social and I'm out of prewritten business as is. I will be on here for a bit to answer any questions if things are unclear. I'm writing your Two-Day-Depress-Fest and ending the chapter a bit early. Sorry guys.

Disaster it is

>>27889542
>>Brandie

>>27889646
Thank you patmos for your dedication.

>>27889646

Dude, RLF, you can always reschedule.

Your obligation to people you know is always bigger than some random dudes on the internet. Don't apologise.

>>27889646
Just reschedule next time man! Don't go sacrificing social time for us. /tg/ isn't worth it.

For days you lie in bed thinking about all that has happened.

So far as you can tell, the world will never be the same. Millions, maybe even billions of people are dead. If this really is the end of the world, the Rapture, then there’s no telling how many people are left in the world.

Then there’s the Marked. It feels silly at first to give them a name, but you have to refer to them somehow. You’ve killed six of them already and now your ex-wife, the woman you love, has become one of them. This “Savior” must be something much darker, something evil. You begin to suspect that he was the man that came to you in your dream. You almost ask Mariah if she had the same dream, but you always seem to let her come and go in silence.

You hear Brandie banging on the closet door every now and again. It brings tears to your eyes. You hope that you can save her.

You almost pray for it. Almost.

End of Chapter 4.

If somebody could Archive this for me, you're a champ. Thanks guys. have a good night.

>>27889894
>you're a champ

too soon man, too soon

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>>27889894
>you're a champ

>>27889936
>>27889920
...is there something I am missing?

>>27889988
Yes. The dog was named Champ.

>>27889988
The dog that Branded Brandie killed was named Champ.

>>27890014
>>27890013
Oh.

Me and my shitty memory. Heck, I think I am the anon that suggested the name.

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