Death comes to Georgia | By : cheryl64 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 1165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Well that was a wash. None of Anita's contacts have ever heard of anything like this. She even asked among some of the oldest of them. It's nothing that they have seen before." Edward told Daryl as they stepped out of the diner headed to Daryl's truck..
"Well that sucks. We don't know no more now n we did last night." Daryl pointed out.
"Well we do know what it's not. But Anita suggested we check the local lore see if there's some sort of local Bogeyman that could be responsible."
"Nothin I've heard of and I grew up around here. I think I done heard every creepy story and old wives tales from round these parts. I'm just flat out of ideas here Ed." Daryl admitted.
"Join the club, when it stumps Anita you're a long way up the creek without a paddle."
"Well guess we might as well hit that trail." Daryl said.
The two men were walking across the street when Daryl's phone rang. Looking down he saw it was Sheriff Foley's number. "Shit! Please don't let him be sayin' they found more bodies."
Edward patiently waited while Daryl nodded and grunted in response to what he was hearing. Finally Daryl disconnected the phone looked at Edward and said "Cletus and Bobby showed up. They got em over at the Sheriff's office stone cold sober and they won't talk to nobody but me. Says they know what killed them people."
*****
"Look Daryl, Merle's gonna be pissed." Cletus said. "He don't believe you saw that chupacabra and he's your brother. He sure as hell ain't gonna believe we saw Rev Collins last night."
"Rev Collins? Rev Jacob Collins that ran off with one of the women from his congregation last week? " Daryl shook his head. "Hell I don't believe that one myself. I ain't got time for your drunken bullshit. Y'all just gonna have to deal with Merle, I got more important things to do like find what's killin people up in those mountains and make sure it don't go killin no body else."
"Daryl, look we are sober. Ain't neither one of us touched a drop last night! We was too scared. We watched Rev Collins take down a damned coyote. Him and some other folks." Bobby said with a shiver. "They took that damned thing down and then strarted to pullin out the innards and eatin em. Me an Cletus hid up in the trees then."
"Did you notice anything unusual about them." Edward asked.
"You mean eatin raw coyote guts that was still steamin' ain't unusual enough for ya?" Cletus asked.
"I hunt shifters and vamps for a living." Edward answered. "I've seen shifters take down a grizzly and eat it after a change. So it takes a bit more than eating a coyote for me to consider it unusual."
"Okay how about Willa Francis? Ain't nobody seen her in weeks. I know her old man said she up and ran off with some drifter but she was in that group too. Looked like somethin had taken a big bite outta her neck. Matter of fact all them folks had bites on em, including Rev Collins." Bobby said.
"Willa Francis? Anybody else you recognized?" Daryl asked.
"Just those two." Cletus said
*****
"Anita. How are things in St Louis? You haven't had any more visits from Mommie Dark have you?" Edward said as soon as Anita said hello.
"No it's been quiet but we just got off the phone an hour ago. Something happened since then?" Anita asked.
"Yeah is Jean Claude still up or maybe Damien? Just found a couple of 'witnesses' who swear they saw missing people attack and kill a coyote and then start feasting on it's guts. That's consistent with our human victims. Just wondering if there's anything out there that your sources can think of." Edward told her.
"I think you're asking the wrong Marshall, Edward." Anita said. "It almost sounds kind of similar to the Native American Wendigo in a way. Maybe you should talk to Bernardo Spotted Horse. I think he would probably know more about Wendigos than I do.
And you're in luck. Last I heard he was dating some doctor down in Dothan Alabama so he's pretty close to where you are."
"Wendigo eh? Well, it's something. More than what we've had to this point." Edward wrote the word down. "I'll call if anything else comes up."
"Wendigo? What the hell is a Wendigo?" Daryl asked as Edward slipped the cell phone back in his pocket.
"A Native American bogeyman." Edward answered.
"Indian huh? Still got some Indians around these parts."
"I think I'll call another hunter I know, see if he knows anything about Wendigos. He grew up on a reservation." Edward said. "According to Anita he's in Dothan now."
*****
"Ted, good to see you." Bernardo Spotted Horse said grabbing Edward's hand as the two men did that chest bump thing that passed in the world of men as a hug. He and Daryl had spent the morning in the library trying to learn all they could about Wendigos which wasn't much. When Bernardo called and said he was in town The diner was the obvious place to meet.
"You too Bernardo, you have got no idea." Edward turned to Daryl "This is Daryl Dixon, a tracker and bounty hunter for the local Sheriff's office."
"So you're Dixon. You're the only one I know of that turned down the badge when they grandfathered all of us into the new Marshall's program." Bernardo said shaking hands with Daryl.
"Yeah well, ain't no need for me to have a badge since I stay local. I know these woods. I wouldn't know my ass from a hole in the ground you take me outta Georgia." Daryl said. "Let's grab that booth back there and we can talk."
The men sat at the booth and were immediately joined by a young waitress. "Can I get you guys some coffee?" she asked.
"I sure could use a cup, Dani. What's Mabel got sweet hidin back there today?" Daryl questioned.
"Well I happen to know she was baking peach cobbler this morning." Dani said.
"Well darlin' why don't you bring coffee and peach cobbler all round." Daryl said.
"Nice looking girl." Bernardo noted watching the woman's hips sway as she walked away.
"Dani? Yeah she is I guess. She's one of Merle's women. Wouldn't look at er too hard though, less you wanna risk getting the clap." Daryl said. "She'll spread her legs for anythin with a pulse."
"Ehem yes, so think about something else other than getting in another woman's pants Bernardo." Edward said.
"How about Wendigos?" Bernardo suggested.
"That's a subject that interests me." Daryl said. "Let's get our order first then we can talk pretty much uninterrupted."
Dani was headed to the table with a tray laden with bowls of warm peach cobbler and a pot of coffee. She set the cobbler on the table and poured coffee for the men. "Here you are guys, anything else I can get you?" Dani asked with a smile at Daryl.
"No thanks Dani, we're good." Daryl said. "We'll let you know if we need anythin'."
"So, Wendigos?" Edward prompted once the waitress has set their order in front of them and walked away to take care of other customers.
Bernardo stirred a little cream in his coffee gathering his thoughts. "You've heard of the Donner Party right?"
"Them settlers that got stuck with no food heading west back in the 1800's? The ones that started eatin on each other when they was starvin'?" Daryl asked.
"That's them. Probably the most widely known case of a possible Wendigo. A Wendigo starts off as human just like you or me, but then somewhere along the line for some reason they start to develop a taste for human flesh."
"Cannibals?" Edward asked.
"No people who practice cannibalism as an accepted part of their culture don't usually turn." Bernardo said. "A Wendigo comes from a culture where cannibalism is taboo. When they eat the flesh of another human being, they change. They develop this ravenous hunger for more human flesh. Stories about them vary from tribe to tribe. Some tribes think they gain magical powers; shapeshifting, super strength, unnatural speed the ability to instantly move from place to place. Things like that. Some tribes even think they can't be killed."
"Didn't hear no tell of any of that with the Donner Party though." Daryl said.
"That's because that part was never documented. When they were rescued, most of the survivors put the whole thing behind them and tried to live normal lives. But what became Donner Pass is plagued by mysterious deaths even today. Those deaths usually get written off as some kind of animal attack." Bernardo said. "Kind of like what you have on your hands here."
"So now the $64,000 question Bernardo, how do you kill one." Edward said.
"No one really knows. There are hundreds of stories of Warriors going out to hunt Wendigos, but no stories of them coming back victorious."
"In other words, we are well and truly fucked. One thing about you Injuns is that y'all can't resist braggin' on your victories" Daryl said.
"You're right about that Dixon." Bernardo agreed. "Since there are no stories of victory we can only assume that every war party has been a failure. You are fucked unless you can figure out something that all those warriors over the years didn't know."
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