Greendale: Jeremiah

Butch and Doc went to try there hand at the gun game. Antonio went to act like a pig at the food tables, Bell went to stop him the best she could. I went wandering around, looking for that Flower. That's when I met that gun-slinging kid. He introduced himself as Dwayne Myers. I said, "Whadaya want?" He gave one of those cocky grins and ran a hand through his dark hair. He said, "Well, you kids are those Greendale folks, ain't cha?" I nodded. He said, "Well, I'd like to join." I raised an eyebrow. "Listen kid, what we do is serious. We avenge our parents, and we hunt down every man who dares call himself a cowboy. Now, unless you got something serious to stand for, get out of my face." I stepped around his skinny, tall frame and walked off.

I walked around a little bit more when I heard an explosion in the distance. I spun around to see a fire ten feet high at the entrance of the fare, where the guests are supposed to drop off their guns.

I heard laughter.

And the voice sounded familiar.

By this time everyone stopped and stared as the man stumbled on in. He looked like he walked out of the fire itself. I recognized him. It was Jeremiah. His eyes were white, and rimmed with black. His big beard was smoldering, the ends of it caught fire and died out almost instantly. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand.

He screeched at the crowd, "Charlie Greendale! I know yur here! Come out where I can see ya. Ya yellah bellied lizard!" I reached into my sleeve and pulled out a special gun. It's very small, and it only has one shot, but if you get close enough that's all you need. I said, "Jeremiah!" He turned to me. The people in between us have parted like the Red Sea. I said, "You look different." He said, "I made a deal with the Devil, boy! I'm here to kill you and take your head to Lucifer himself!" I heard someone in the back say, "Eew."

I really wish I had my guns right about now.