Riley rises slowly gripping his fathers revolver and cautiously draws back the hammer. "Never thought I'd be killing a fucking zombie horse today." Riley whispers to himself as he slowly inches closer to the entrance of his trailer. "I knowest thou is within warrior. Cometh forth so we might speak of matters urgent!" some dumbass yells. Riley groans and lowers the hammer trotting to the exit before bursting into a fit of laughter. Sitting atop a brown horse is a man dressed in plate armor and wearing a shield and sword. "What is fucking wrong with you?" Riley finally manages to gasp out between fits of laughter. "I knowest not what thee doth mean." The knight says, confused. "Your on a fucking horse in armor and sound like an idiot so again what the fuck is wrong with you?" Riley asks again, no longer laughing. "I am Sir Lancelot of Camelot and the king hath taken notice of your abilities and doth request your immediate summons." The knight proudly says. "Okay we can drop the stupid speech now or you will get a bullet in the fucking knee." Riley says, annoyed and tapping his fathers revolver against his thigh. "I will not be going anywhere and you will be leaving. I have shit to do and none of it involves playing dress up with wack fucks that are bound to die." Riley says, watching the stranger closely. "But thou mustn't decline the king's summons!" The knight yells. BANG! The knight's helmet flies away and the horse jumps about casting its rider to the ground below before rushing away to what Riley assumes will be assured zombifying. "So now that you've run out of warnings and I'm out of fucking patience how about you go tell your nerd bro to bring his undoubtedly stupid and fat fucking ass here if he wants to talk and make sure you warn him we have upgraded the price of annoying talk to execution style head shots, bye bye now and see you never." Riley says menacingly as he eyes the gasping knight on the ground. Rubbing his chin for a moment an idea occurs to him. "Or I could just torture you for information I haven't tortured anyone yet." Riley says chuckling wickedly. "Well except that one guy I watched get eaten alive but that was more a fuck you and die than torture so i'm not going to count it." Riley mumbles to himself. "Okay okay just take it easy man the truth is we aren't doing so well back at my peoples fort and we could really use someone like you helping us." The knight says holding his hands up defensively. "Ill think about it but you still need to fuck off cause i'm still feeling very fucking shooty and also don't ever bring another fucking animal to my place." Riley says flipping the man off and watching him limp away. "They are going to have a lot to learn aren't they?" Riley asks no one. As he flops back down on his cot his mind turns to ideas for making this trailer more of a home for himself.
Sparks fly about as Riley welds his shelves in place to hold his guns. Dropping his welding helmet Riley grips the shelves and shakes them around violently. When nothing budges he grins to himself. "Well she is coming along real fucking nice." Riley boasts to the severed head in a jar he had been talking to for several days now. Metal clanking catches Riley's attention and his annoyance. "Sir don't think a lot how many times do I have to shoot at you before you fucking leave me alone?" Riley groans, turning around. Every day for the last month Lancelot had returned to beg for Riley to help them and every time Riley had run him off. "You speakest to thy superior sir-" whatever the knight beside Lancelot was about to say was cut off by a loud bang and then screaming in pain. "Didn't warn him, did you? That is so naughty Lance boy." Riley laughs, setting down the rifle he had just shot the accompanying knight's leg with. "Gotta say i'm a little surprised the armor had no resistance to the bullet at all, little disappointed actually." Riley says, dropping down to sit on the trailer's edge. "I did warn him but he was insistent on following Arthur's rules." Lance sighs, helping the man out of his armor and pulling the bullet out of the asphalt next to him. "You guy's cant be doing that bad you would seriously fucking risk getting shot every day spill the beans Lancey boy, what gives?" Riley asks. "First an offering of meat and potatoes." Lancelot says handing Riley a bag with a lump of jerky and warm potatoes. Riley chews on the jerky watching Lance expectantly. "We saw how you had saved the people in the school as well as defended this police station a while back and we realized that we were nowhere near as prepared for any such events and now that it seems you are on your own we want to learn from you." Lancelot confesses as he wraps his companion's leg. Riley's fathers badge digs into his stomach as he leans over. Staring at the familiar badge he is reminded of his old man and his pre-explosion desire to leave the 1 clan and roam, possibly teaching others. "What do you have to offer for learning how to play Apocalypse in beast mode?" Riley asks, sighing heavily. "We have a blacksmith and a farm of sorts we could feed you and cloth you." Lancelot says excitedly. "Skills for skills you teach me I teach you. I will warn you if there is anything that threatens my investment or your diddly fuck friends as we will call them I kill it. Also if anyone talks to me in that stupid ass only used in Shakespear bullshit talk I kneecap them and you will have to play by my rules until I'm satisfied you assholes wont be killed as soon as I walk away. If you dumb fucks can live with that I'll attempt unfucking your lives. If not, don't come back." Riley says pointing at the gunshot knight. "We will bring your terms to our king and return with his answer." Lancelot says bowing. "Oh this is going to be a test of my restraint I already fucking know it." Riley groans to himself flopping back and laying there.
Riley watches from a building rooftop as the pair of knights come to his empty trailer. Well sort of Riley had chained 150 zombies around his trailer as an insurance that no one would touch his stuff. The knight's horses toss in protest and fear. "Wherest hath the lune goneth dost thou think?" The knight beside Lancelot asks. "I knowest not let us inform the king post haste." Lancelot answers, turning his horse towards their home. Exactly as Riley needed them too. "Time to hunt." Riley chuckles following them across the roof until he has to quickly drop down a fire escape following behind them from a distance watching the 2 talk. "They don't look behind them probably because the dumb fucks likely make their way only through clear streets." Riley muses. "I'll have to educate them violently to return an important friend that will keep them safe." Riley grins and catches his reflection. He is stunned by the evil blood caked face he observes. "I'll try to teach them to be afraid in a better way than killing someone." Riley continues following the knights to a large wooden fort made out of telephone poles. "You built your home out of a bunch of pitch soaked wood? You people are stupid fucks." Riley grumbles watching the men enter a small opening with no gate. "Well, let's scout out a new home for them, since this one will be ashes by dawn." Riley says turning to find a good defensible place to lead them too. After 2 hours of searching he comes across the Jerichos Gate prison crawling with zombies of prisoners and those seeking refuge as well as the guards, soldiers and police. "This will do nicely with a few improvements and some play time." Riley says, nodding to himself. "Time to get to work." Riley says walking back to the fort of Camelot and twirls his lighter around his fingers.