Alister walked away from the building, only to be halted by a figure on a nearby rooftop, signaling him to follow. The person, wearing a baseball cap, shouted down, "Watch out! Walkers in front of you!" Alister, unfazed, dispatched the approaching monsters with ease.
The figure guided Alister to a ladder and pulled it down for him. "What's up? I'm Glenn Rhee. Never thought I'd see someone in a full set of armor during the apocalypse. I guess you really never know."
Alister, trying to mimic the speech patterns of this strange new world, responded, "What's up. Remember my name; I am Sir Alister of the Greya Kingdom." It sounded stilted and robotic, but it would have to do.
"Okay...," Glenn replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why'd you go inside that walker den? I know it was an old army outpost, but it was abandoned when everything went to hell. So, there were still guns in there, huh? I see you've got one on your waist."
Alister glanced at the Beretta and remained silent, pondering the strange device. "Where are your companions?" he asked.
Glenn nodded towards a direction. "He's waiting in his van. I was supposed to be scavenging for food when I heard a gunshot nearby."
The two moved quickly and quietly, with Alister adjusting to the new world's dangers and Glenn leading the way with practiced caution. As they approached the van, Alister's mind raced with questions about this post-apocalyptic landscape, and Glenn's presence provided a small but vital connection to understanding it.
"T! Open up, it's me, Glenn!" Glenn slapped his hand on the side of the van to alert his companion.
The van door swung open, revealing a man with dark skin. Alister, taken aback, quickly regained his composure, for he had never seen anyone with such a complexion before. The man eyed Alister curiously. "Glenn, who's this? Why's he dressed like that? And is that a real sword?"
Glenn replied, "His name is Sir Alister or something. I think he's cosplaying as a knight."
The man's curiosity grew, and he raised his voice slightly, "A knight? Like King Arthur? Is he crazy? And you're telling me he used that sword to kill walkers?"
"Yeah," Glenn said with a nod. "He was good with it too, took down six walkers with ease on the way here."
Alister, waiting patiently, decided it was time to interject. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "Apologies for the interruption, but time is of the essence."
"Shit, sorry. T, this is Alister," Glenn introduced.
Alister extended his hand for a handshake. "And Sir Alister, this is Theodore Douglas."
Theodore grinned and shook Alister's hand. "You can call me T-Dog for short."
Alister pondered the nickname before replying, "It is an honor to meet you, Theodore of Douglas, and Glenn of Rhee. However, I am on a quest to find my king."
T-Dog and Glenn exchanged puzzled looks. T-Dog said, "King? Stop acting like a knight, man. This isn't medieval times. That was, what, 500 years ago by now, There are no kings or queens. Sure, there are some in England, but I doubt anyone survived at this point."
Alister was stunned by this revelation, and his posture slumped slightly, though not enough to show weakness. Glenn added gently, "I'm sorry, but you need to stop looking for something that doesn't exist. The Greya Kingdom you speak of is probably just a part of history now."
Alister straightened himself, defiant. "What you both are saying is preposterous! My kingdom did not fall. It will never fall as long as I am alive. I am sorry, my King, that I could not protect you longer or serve our people longer. But I will do what I must."
He composed himself, addressing Glenn and T-Dog. "I apologize for letting you both see that side of me. But we need to move; there are evil creatures ahead. Let us proceed, men!"
With renewed determination, Alister led the way, his medieval resolve blending with the harsh reality of this post-apocalyptic world.
They got into the van, with Alister sitting in the front next to T-Dog. "Glenn, you scavenged for food, right?" T-Dog asked.
Glenn went silent, unable to meet T-Dog's eyes. "Glenn? You're kidding, right? We're so fucked we won't last for even 3 days at this point."
Glenn finally responded, "I mean, I heard a gunshot and found him. Maybe he can help us find food, right, Sir Alister?"
But Alister had already fallen asleep. "Great, we're fucked," T-Dog muttered while driving.
The trio arrived at a building labeled "7/11," adorned with a sign with orange, green, and red stripes. "Wait here," said Glenn, opening the door.
Alister awoke from his sleep and said, "No need, I'll go." He struggled to open the van door, and Glenn had to assist him. "I'll go with you. We need to be safe, after all."
Alister nodded and unsheathed his sword as they entered. Near the door, Glenn stopped him and banged his screwdriver on the door frame. Moments later, four monsters appeared, growling and lumbering towards them.
Alister swung his sword, dispatching two of the monsters with ease. He then shifted his stance and plunged his blade into a crawling monster. The last one lunged at Glenn, but Alister kicked it away and stomped its head into the ground.
"Thanks," Glenn said, then pulled out two bags he was carrying and began stuffing it with food and water and other supplies.
Alister stood guard, watching for more walkers. Glenn filled the two bags with food and water. Alister noticed a note hanging near the cashier that read: "If you are seeing this, I'm probably dead. But if it's useful, I hid guns in the staff room. I was bitten coming from the gunstore. I thought I was careful, but there were too many to handle. May God bless you."
Alister showed Glenn the note, and they found multiple guns in the staff room locker. Alister paid his respects, bowing his head and muttering a prayer for the departed. They packed their supplies and drove away, a little more prepared for the challenges ahead.