CH. 6; POLITICAL DISPUTE

Niccolow and Fortworth are being chased down by a horde of Zombie Chipmunks and need to find away off the streets before they become zombie chow and along their quest they run into a crooked Weasel.

Niccolow and Fortworth sees what appears to be smoke in the distance and this makes both of them run at top speed. As the two get closer and see the wrecked helicopter four Grasshoppers wearing metal armor and having swords for hands appear out of nowhere  out in front. Their eyes glow red as they stare into Niccolow and Fortworth's eyes.

Niccolow: What the hell are these?

Fortworth: "Bladehoppers'.

Fortworth withdrew his knife in an attack-stance.

Niccolow looked back behind him to see that the zombie horde were vastly approaching.

Niccolow: I don't think we have time to fight these things off right now.

Fortworth: Right.

Fortworth sheathed his knife.

The BladeHoppers growled at Fortworth and Niccolow as they attempted to slice them both apart. Niccolow and Fortworth took evasive measures and one rolled to the left and the other to the right. Niccolow and Fortworth continued running not seeing Guthrie anywhere in sight. Fortworth guessed that Guthrie may have jumped from the helicopter before it crashed to the ground.

Suddenly a voice, not of Guthrie's but another male calls out to Niccolow and Fortworth.

Niccolow and Fortworth glance ahead to see a golden blonde Weasel up ahead on top of the roof of an abandoned grey wooden house waving out to them while toting a black Sniper Rifle. This Weasel name is 'McJaivers', the Mayor of Darwinville.

Niccolow: The Mayor is still alive? I surely thought that this layabout would be hunted down and killed much like Osama Bin Laden.

McJaivers peered through his Rifle at one of the BladeHoppers and fired a shot straight through its cranium, resulting in the said critter falling on its back dead. Niccolow fired away at two of the BladeHoppers on his tail mixed with a few zombie Chipmunks, all of which where put down with shots to their heads.

Niccolow and Fortworth are both becoming fatigued as they make it to the abandoned house. McJaivers fires seven Sniper shots, each consecutive shot taking out the last four BladeHoppers and piercing through several zombie Chipmunk hordes. McJaivers whistles out to his crew and a light blue rough looking Alligator named 'Connor', a black Echidna named 'Jack', a brown Grizzly Bear named 'Capuzi' and a slim beautiful female Panda named 'Kamorri' appear from behind, inside and around the other abandoned grey houses in the vicinity with either M-4 Assault Rifles, Rocket Launchers, Grenade Launchers Magnum Revolvers and Tommy Guns. There were even some who had Incendiary rounds in case things got way tough for them or Machetes for CQC ( Close-Quarter Combat).

Niccolow and Fortworth made their way inside the house of the roof that McJaivers' on top of.

The band of merry reinforcements opened fire on all zombie Chipmunks and BladeHoppers that stood in their way giving these helliacious creature quite a fight for survival. Meanwhile, McJaivers made his way back downstairs to greet Niccolow and Fortworth wearing a black tuxedo w/ matching shoes and sunglasses. McJaivers took off the sunglasses place them in his shirt pocket before sitting down on this broken down ugly plaid sofa in the living room.

McJaivers: You boys are welcome to take whatever weapons you need or reload on whatever you have. I got plenty to spare.

McJaivers pressed a button on his remote and a wall shifts 360 degrees revealing an assortment of weapons and ammo that went with it. This Weasel had enough to start a thousand World Wars!

Niccolow and Fortworth wasted no time in collecting what they needed.

McJaivers: Yeah, go on ahead and take whatever it is you need. Besides I need to win this election, you know? I can't afford to lose and have someone else take away my fame and glory, you understand what I'm sayin'? Go on, now take a seat you both must be tired.

Fortworth: You have no idea.

Fortworth and Niccolow sit down on a couch of the same material and color across from McJaivers.

Niccolow: To be honest with you Mr. McJaivers, sir------

McJaivers: Please my fellow American, call me 'McJaivers' we're all friends here. Just remember to vote for me, baby.

Niccolow: McJaivers, don't mean to be rude when I say this, but I think you and everything that you stand for is a load of s**t.

McJaivers: That's your opinion baby. I've been running the show for about 28 yrs now haven't lost one damn election in forever and I plan to keep it that way.

Niccolow: You're a self-centered, ego-maniacal tyrant who only cares for himself and not about the people.

McJaivers: Baby, what're you talkin' about? I care for the people, because they care for me.

Niccolow: If I may be so blunt McJaivers; they don't give a damn about you, I'll even go as far as to say this, I dislike you and I wish that someone else would have run against you. The only reason why you're still Mayor is because you secretly pay off certain people to threaten and or intimidate those who oppose you. So, let me ask you this, McJaivers. You've heard my opinion of you, are you going to have me 'whacked' as soon as Fortworth and I leave or will you step down from your title as Mayor and let someone who knows how to run a city become Mayor?

McJaivers: You brought up alot of points there, baby, I can tell you know alot about politics.

Niccolow: Its not really about how much I know about politics, its just knowing that a******s like yourself don't deserve to run for office. 

Reviews

[SlightlyOdd]

Hmm this is a interesting style

[The Animal Guy]

SlightlyOdd I hope the style of writing is not confusing to you. I decided to change it up a bit after seeing how a friend wrote his, I wanted to try it out too.