Survivalist - Episode 1 -

Most would view Bryan Blaze as eccentric, at the very least. He has a reputation as being able to switch from dead serious to uproarious in the blink of an eye. So much so that some have began to have the assumption that he actually has Split Personality Disorder. One of the eccentric kinks that make Bryan Blaze the crazy mother fucker that everyone close to him knows him as, is his downright OBESSION of the highly improbably topic of the Zombie Apocalypse. His two-storey, gated home in Buffalo, New York can attest to this fact as he has stockpiled it with weaponry. The whole basement of his home is what he calls his “Zombie survival room”. It is stockpiled with every piece of nonsensical “Defense” a Zombie survival freak could ever want or need. Once Bryan trips the secret trapped door from the middle of his kitchen, he ascends down a short set of stairs. To the immediate right, against the wall, is a bookcase stockpiled with every single piece of Zombie Survival or myths that Bryan Blaze could have possibly got his hands on. Around that is what looks to be a make-shift living room. A couch sits next to the bookcase, with an end table on both sides, each with a small lamp resting on top. A elongated coffee table with several different things strewn about rests in front of the couch, and in front of that is a big screen television, currently shut off. To the left of all this, on the other side of the staircase, is a white door. Blaze chooses to open this door , which reveals an even more unbelievable room. All along the walls are weapons he intends to use in the forthcoming Apocalypse. The wall to his right is all his Melee weaponry. Such weapons range from simple everyday things such as crowbars, hammers, and both wooden and aluminum baseball bats. As well, there are more...unconventional weapons such as Swords and Battle Axes, as well as a few knives. The next wall, the one at the back of the room, is all rifles and sidearms. The rifles are all different, mostly single shot rifles, some with scopes, some without. Those are all at the top of the long wall. Underneath that, are several Shotguns. Ranging from a SPAS-12, to a 12 Gauge break-barrel, to a double barrel. Finally, at the bottom of the wall, are Bryan’s sidearms.

Bryan ignores these first two walls however, and turns his attention to the wall to his immediate left. On this wall there are just three things, set up in the middle of the white wall. First, is, for no explicable or logical reason, is an M4 Carbine Assault Rifle. Directly under that is another Assault rifle, one possibly even more difficult to come by, an AK-47. One of the most prolific killing machines in the history of man. This however, isn’t what Blaze goes for. What his eye is on is infact something that is on the floor in front of the wall. It’s a big black metallic case. Bryan kneels down in front of it, retrieving a key from his back pocket, opening up the case slowly. He reaches in...pulling out a black Bolt-Action Crossbow. Luckily, the crossbow had a shoulder sling on it, so Blaze put it around his shoulder so that the Crossbow was on his back. He then retrieved a few arrows, which were quickly placed in his belt.

Bryan now walked to the middle wall, pulling down what looked to be a normal hunting rifle with a scope on it, with a digital camouflage finish on it. He placed it on the table a minute as he grabbed a long-nose Revolver, placing it in a holster. He then picked up the rifle and headed out of the room after filling a knapsack with the appropriate amount of ammunition. Closing the door behind him as he exits, Bryan headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he is met by his girlfriend as well as former pro-wrestler herself, Evelyn. The red head gave Bryan an odd stare.

“What?!” Bryan burst out, seeming a bit defensive right off the bat. To that, Evelyn just shook her head.

“Bryan...not this ridiculous shit again.” She replied, quite bluntly.

“Haven’t you seen the news?!” Bryan exclaimed, pointing towards the living room.

“Yes, Bryan, I have. But remember, it’s October. Halloween is at the end of the month.”

“This isn’t a publicity stunt of Halloween festivities, Evey.” He snapped.

“You don’t know that.” She snapped back. Hell bent on being the edge of reason to her ridiculous boyfriend.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Bryan exclaimed, once more. He was done arguing with her over it, he knew the truth. He stormed past her without another word, going into the living room. Once in there, he plopped down on the couch, placing his rifle down on the coffee table. He pulled out his revolver, and loaded it with ammo from the knapsack, followed by doing the same for the rifle. He stood up, thinking he heard something just outside the window.

“Bryan...you’re scaring me. You really are..” Evey admitted, rushing into the room. “Don’t do anything stu-“ She is cut off in mid-sentence as a very loud gunshot rings through the house. Evey’s jaw drops, Bryan shot someone. As he turns to face her, gun still in hand, Evelyn just about has a complete mental breakdown.

“Bryan! Oh my gosh! You just killed someone!!”

“No.” He states, emphatically. “I killed a zombie. Headshot, BITCH!!”

As Evelyn starts to freak out, Bryan puts his arm around her, and escorts her over to the window. Once there, she sees that perhaps Bryan was right, as unbelievable as his theory was. Just outside their living room window lays a corpse with a bullet in its head and blood splattered all around the head, all over the grass. It’s face contorted with gashes and blood, same goes for the rest of the body. And the smell...it was almost unbearable.

“You...you were right...” Evelyn admitted, in horror

“It’ll be okay Evey. Get the kids. It’s not safe here anymore.” Bryan instructed, taking charge of the situation. Evelyn may have not wanted to admit it to him, but that alone made her feel a little more safe than she otherwise would have felt.

The scene fades to black...



BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...

The alarm wakes Bryan Blaze from his extremely vivid dream. It’s something he has been experiencing more and more as of late. He didn’t pay much attention to it. He had far more important things to ponder, most notably, his second round “Battle for the Briefcase” match against Dan Alexander. Obviously Bryan had never faced Dan before, being as new to IWF as Blaze was. It didn’t matter much to him though, as he had come to make a name for himself once again. He would do it in any way he possibly could, and would step on whoever he had to, to do so. Blaze would awaken on this Thursday morning, it was roughly 7:45 a.m. and quite chilly in the Bryan’s hometown of Buffalo, New York. As his quite annoying alarm clock continued to buzz, he swung his right hand over, without looking, in a very systematic motion he turned the alarm off.

Bryan stared at the bland white ceiling off his bedroom for a few moments. Seemingly deep in thought, but really he just didn’t want to get the fuck up. After a couple minutes, he knew it was time. He quickly glanced over to Evelyn, but the beautiful redhead was still fast asleep and he had no intention of waking her yet. He simply slid out of bed and would go for a shower.

Once out of the shower, Bryan would return to his bedroom. Quickly and quietly, he would pull on a pair of black denim jeans and a simple plain white t-shirt. It was at this time however, Evelyn turned over, now awake and staring Bryan’s way.

“Finally...” Bryan said, mocking the redhead.

“Hey...” Evelyn shot back. “Taking care of your rambunctious children isn’t exactly easy. She was mostly joking of course, shooting a cute smile Bryan’s way. That, in turn made Bryan himself smile, and he walked closer to the bed. He would lean in and the couple would kiss for a few seconds.

“How about you get a shower, and then we’ll go out for breakfast.” Bryan said, again with a smile. The cute redhead nodded to the idea and she got up, exiting the room. A few moments later the shower starting can be heard faintly in the background as the scene fades to black...


The scene picks back up in “dreamland”. Bryan Blaze is leading his family to his car. Once they were inside, he would go around to the trunk, opening it quickly and placing his firearms in it. He quickly slammed the trunk closed and moved to the driver-side door. He took a final look at his locked up house, promising himself he’d return to it one day. With that, he stepped inside the car, closing the door behind him and inserting the car key in it’s ignition.

As he turned the car on and shifted into drive, he looked over at a teary-eyed Evelyn, who was staring right back at him.

“Bryan...oh my god...” She was completely breaking down now, which really is to be expected of just about anyone in the situation they were in. “The world is going to end...” She started bawling her eyes out at this point. So much so that, against better judgment, Bryan took his hands away from the steering wheel, keeping the car in park so he could wrap his arms around her in an attempt to console her.

“It’ll be okay, Evey. It will. I won’t let anything happen to you, Heather, OR the baby.” He whispered into her ear, trying to put her mind at ease. It seemed to work, but only slightly. He knew that was only one way to truly calm her down. “If for no other reason...” He continued, with a frustrated sigh. “You need to be strong. For the kids.”

Evelyn hated that he was right. She was so stressed out by everything that she just wanted to cry and cry until she cried herself to sleep, forever. But Bryan was right, and she knew it. They didn’t want to worry their children, but it was only a matter of time until at least Heather, their nine year old, knew what was truly going on. In any event, Evelyn nodded. Bryan went to start the car, but once again Evelyn halted him. “What now?!” He thought, but he didn’t snap at her. No, nothing good could possibly come out of that, at all.

“You have guns, and ammo. But what about me?”

That actually made Bryan smirk. He didn’t even have to look at her. He turned the ignition, and as he put the car in drive and sped out of their driveway, he simply said to her..

“Look under your seat, baby.”

This gave Evelyn a puzzled expression, but she looked anyway. To her astonishment, she pulled out an Uzi. “Holy fuck Bryan, how’d you get all this shit?!”

Bryan turned his head for to look at her for a moment. “Do you really want to know?”

Evelyn shook her head. “You know what, no, I really don’t...”

Bryan had a little chuckle to himself. He knew he had to keep things light, keep himself entertained to avoid losing his ever-loving mind in what he believed to be mankind’s extinction event. The family pulled out of their driveway and started down the main, now desolate, highway. They looked around for any signs of life as several houses past them by...nothing. Cars were nowhere to be found, and citizens were just as scarce, except for the odd person mauled to death on the side of the road, which was mortifying on its own, until you realize what it means in the grand scheme of things. Eventually, they came to a gas station, which oddly seemed...barren. Deserted, even.

“You wait here, okay?” Bryan told Evelyn, as he pulled in to the gas station’s parking lot, quite slowly. He pulled to a stop a good distance from the pumps and building, just to be on the safe side. If something attacked him, he’d want Evelyn to have time to escape.

He exited the car, pulling his revolver from his belt holster with his right hand, clasping a firm grasp on the handle. Before advancing onto the gas station, Bryan thought it might be a good idea to open up the back door of his car, a 2010 Mitsubishi Lancer, to retrieve a large red jerry can. Next he would advance slowly along the side wall of the station, his revolver up and ready to fire if he absolutely had to. He edged around the corner, now in front of the gas station. He looked around but all he could see were some abandoned cars, mostly junkers. Blaze saw no people, however. He edged towards the door, pushing it open. Once inside, he saw one man, lying on the floor. Blaze was quick to point the gun, aiming for the head. He also had the presence of mind to wait, and just as he expected, it wasn’t a zombie. There was blood smeared all over the place. On the register, the pop coolers, the walls...everywhere. But not on this guy. He was clean, just very spooked. Blaze didn’t let his guard down, however.

“Start talking.” It was simple, concise, and to the point. He said it with a tone of utter command. The poor guy on the floor was just too flustered to respond properly, though. “They...they...they...” He just continually repeated that word. Over and over. Bryan wasn’t sure what to think of it.

“I SAID start talking.” Bryan once again commanded. Once again however, this poor soul was just too traumatized. His world was over, and his life was about to become as well. “So...inhumane..”

Before Bryan could ask the obvious question, the guy pulled out a 9mm pistol, pointed it on his right temple, and pulled the trigger. The resulting bang echoed in the tiny room, that sound was followed by the thud of his body as he fell backward onto the cement floor. Bryan would just stand there for several minutes...traumatized...as the scene fades to black...


Bryan awoke inside his car, parked in a massive parking lot of a big arena. He was alittle throw...he hadn’t planned on taking a nap in his car, it was weird. He looked around but nobody else was in sight. Luckily though, when he realized what time it was, he knew exactly where he was. He was set to make a statement to his opponent, IWF “great” Dan Alexander.

....

“ Dan Alexander. Everyone has been telling me all week how you will be my first test in IWF. Now, I am not disputing that. I mean, you are a former IWF Champion, nobody can take that fact away. The thing is however, that nobody in IWF seems to realize that I am not new to this. I have been threw it all, even if I am technically a rookie here in IWF. I have gone from beloved golden boy to a hated pariah in less than one calendar year, so don’t you fucking count me out, none of you.

The thing of it is, the amount of people who have counted me out has enraged me so. None of you know the kind of wrath I will bring down on Dan Alexander at Battle Grounds. I will beat the fucking shit out of him from one side of the ring to the other. I will pummel his face in if I god damn feel like it. Above all else, I will be victorious. I do not give a fuck about any of your past accomplishments Dan. They are completely meaningless to me, as I am sure mine are to you. This will not be a match. It will be an execution.

Once “The Heatwave” hits, it will be over. Nobody gets up from it. Nobody. I-“

Much to his chagrin, Bryan is interrupted mid sentence by a couple of tall white men in black suits and sunglasses. “Mr. Blaze.”

“What the fuck do you want now?”

“We have captured the problem.”

“Oh really?” Blaze remarked, sounding interested as he raised an eyebrow. He promptly removed his microphone, and stood up, following the two men outside. Bryan was led to a limousine which he and the other two climbed into the back seat, and the limo drove off. They wouldn’t drive long, however. They would come to a dirt road that seemed to come out of nowhere, along the main road. They turned and headed down it, deep into the woods. The other two men would head into a log cabin once the vehicle came to a stop. Bryan would get out, and open up the trunk. Once he had down so, he saw a conscious man staring back at him. He was in now tattered clothing and was gagged. His eyes lit up in fear as he saw who had opened the trunk. This made Bryan simply smirk. He hoisted the man up out of the trunk, and it was now obvious that his arms and legs would bound as well. Bryan lifted the man up onto his shoulders and carried him inside, slamming the door behind him.

The victim of all this would be seated in a chair in the middle of the room, the other three surrounding him, with menacing stares. Nobody spoke for a moment, until Bryan broke the silence.

“I thought you were once of us, Marcus.” He began, shaking his head as he completed his sentence. As well he removed a Glock from his back pocket as he did so. “But it has come to my attention that you are a little too faced, aren’t you? You have cost us alot of money, Marcus.

I am sorry to say there is only one way to pay for that, and it is with your life.”

Bryan brought the gun up and aimed it for Marcus’ head...but didn’t pull the trigger.

“What am I thinking? Don’t want to get my hands dirty.” Bryan has a chuckle, and hands the gun to one of the other two. “Have fun.” He wouldn’t look back, he exited the cabin and made his way to the limousine. The moment he shut the door behind him, a gunshot was heard, accompanied by a loud thud from the body dropping to the floor. Bryan entered the limousine once again, and the scene fades to black as he is driven off.