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Harley & Daryl

New Friends, Old Enemies

It was an hour into Daryl's night watch, and he had already fantasized 3 separate but equally awesome adventures Harley & him would have. He was focusing on the imaginary particulars when his imaginary world was shattered by a very real sound. Scratching? It was a terrifying concept, and one he hoped he had imagined. Daryl focused his mind, and sharpened his ears. It was hard to see anything. Most of the restaurant's window's were boarded up, and the only light was coming by moon via the window across the room.

Using his ears, Daryl scanned the room. He could hear / feel the sounds of Harley sleeping awesomely next to him. Hipster Zak retired to the walk-in refrigerator in the back, and Daryl knew he would've heard the door open again. Could this be the other figure Daryl saw?


Daryl was certain of it now, he heard a scratch, it was soft, maybe from one of the boarded windows on the right. Daryl slowly put his hand on Harley's chest. Man this guy is jacked, Daryl thought as he felt Harley's rock hard pectoral. Should I wake him? Daryl asked himself. He didn't want to look like a wittle baby in front of such an amazing chill and radical specimen. Daryl opened his eyes as wide as he could and began to scan the room. It was dark, but there was enough light to make out silhouetted tables, chairs, and boarded up windows. Slow pan left to right. window, nothing, nothing, chairs/tables, nothing. Slow pan right to left. nothing, chairs/tables, nothing, nothing, WAIT

Daryl's heart stopped, every hair stood stiff, he began to shake. The large window that was vacant 3 seconds ago NOW had a ragged shadowy figure standing there. Quickly, the figure did a front flip and landed directly into the moon light. It was wearing a raged red karate gi similar to Harley's. It was definitely dangerous, it was definitely dead. "Thought I couldn't find you?" it spoke "thought I wouldn't settle the score?" Daryl was paralyzed. "Walkers, can talk?" Daryl said softly and shocked. "WALKERS CAN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP" Harley boomed as he walked into the moonlight behind the creature.

Daryl, puzzled immediately looked at the ground next to him. Harley was gone. How does he do it!? "Listen, Zomkong" Harley said. "You may be known as the Hong Kong Zombie, but this aint Hong Kong, and I don't have time for your giggle shits"

Zomkong The Hong Kong Zombie spoke. "You're slipping Harley, we've been tracking your bike for days, it completely vanished last night, but it's well known you smoke the highest quality, most potent stank in the world, which can be tracked through your human urine!"

Harley: "Impossible! It's been weeks since I've pissed!"

Zomkong The Hong Kong Zombie smiled and pointed at Daryl. Harley looked confused. "Daryl... did you piss yourself on my bike?" Harley asked with concern. Daryl stared at the floor. a minute passed, everyone in that room both alive and dead was full of silent disgust. "Who is this guy!?" Daryl asked, trying to change the subject. "He was a student of mine when I was touring with the Crüe in china, but don't worry, I only taught him half of my moves before he did something really fucking stupid" Harley explained. "what's that?" Daryl asked.

Harley: "Became a fucking zombie"

In a flash, Harley and Zomkong The Hong Kong zombie began to karate each other so hard that it made Jet Li, Jackie Chan, and Bruce Lee look like a bunch of fucking newbs! Daryl had a hard time following the action. They were fighting so fucking hard! Tables, and chairs were exploding from all the Karate. It was safe to say after 2 minutes, Harley did kick Zomkong the Hong Kong zombie's ass pretty good though. The battered red creature was on the floor. Harley began to walk toward it, after 2 steps Harley pulled the sword from Final Fantasy 7 from inside his Karate top. "End of the line, fuck truck." Harley said with expertise.

Zomkong The Hong Kong Zombie: "Wait, one more thing.. GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

50 fucking zombies out of nowhere began crashing through the boarded windows. Harley spun, and threw his arm out towards Daryl. A bright tie-dyed blur flew out of Harley's Karate sleeve. It was speeding towards Daryl. "KICK LIKE A MACHINE GUN" Harley screamed. Daryl didn't quite know what that meant, but he began to furiously kick like it was swim class. "Kraaaaaaa!" It was Rhodes! The bright blur, was in fact a beautiful bird. Rhodes in an instant picked Daryl up, and flew towards the window. Daryl was still kicking as hard as he could. He could feel contact, and he would kick harder. With limited vision he would see zombies flying back from his swim kicks, as he was flown through the room. SMAAAAASH! Glass was everywhere. This bird flew through a fucking window! In an instant Daryl could see everything from being outside and in the moonlight. He was gaining altitude as Rhodes flew him away from the McDonalds. Looking down all he could see was an army of zombies flooding the parking lot.
Daryl began to cry.



You've got me hooked already!

blackandwhite blackandwhite

@Devil's Angel
Hey, thanks a bunch! I really think the show has taken some artistic liberties with the original source material and I wanted to do something a little more accurate to how things would really go down in an actual zombie apocalypse! Harley On!

Zombie_SlayerX Zombie_SlayerX

I love this story so much! I love the writing and the description, and I'm excited about what's going to happen!

Devil's Angel Devil's Angel