Walt's First day, Chapter 2

Walt woke up with a groan, ever since the war his back had always bothered him in the mornings, "Spent too many nights in a damn hole in the ground" he thought. Daisy always woke up earlier that Walt did, and true as clock work, she was patiently waiting by the door to go out. Walt looked at her with a crooked grin, and took the leash off the peg and clipped it on to Daisy's collar. He unlocked the sturdy oak door that had been installed at his request and opened the screen door. He looked across the street and saw the empty lot littered with trash. Daisy cocked her head and looked up at Walt. Walt shook his head and muttered " what in the hell is wrong with this country, people use to care about the way things looked."
Daisy led Walt back inside, and after he unhooked her, he put the two scoops of dog food in her food bowl. Walking over to the fridge, He pulled out eggs and bacon out of the fridge, along with some low fat cheddar and onions to mix with his eggs. He slowly bent down to a cupboard and pulled out a large black frying pan. Walt grabbed his zippo out of his pocket and turned that gas on to the stove and lit it. After he finished up breakfast, Walt got dressed and strapped his .45 to his waist. He got into the Impala and started it up, He headed over to the pub, because there is nothing like Jack and Pabst Blue Ribbon to kick the morning off to a good start. Walt was on his way, when the Impala's back tire blew and out and he skidded on to the curb.
"Son of a bitch, These god damn tires were supposed to last another two years." Walt slowly got out of the car, with a cold frown on his face. he was unprepared for this, it was bitterly cold out and the wind whipped at him as he slowly trudged to the trunk to get a spare. it took him fifteen minutes to change the tires, it would have taken less he thought " but its just so fucking cold out!" Walt slowly rose, "god damn back" he thought. Walt got back in the driver's seat, and looked up and saw a man standing in front of the car. He was dirty, that's the first thing that struck Walt, he was so god damn dirty, and Walt thought " man probably hasn't shaved in a month." Walt chambered a round into his .45 and stuck it back in his holster, but made the bulge of it quite obvious. He got out of the car and walked around the hood towards the man,
"What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing, standing in front of my damn car, what the hell do you want?"
The man looked at him with a kind of shock written in his face,
"well sir, my name is Felix, and I live..."
" I don't give a shit what your name is, now speak up, what in the hell do you want? You want money, Go get a damn job!!"
With that Walt got back in the Impala and drove off towards the pub, so he could continue his day in relative peace.
Walt got home around six o clock, he unlocked the front door and hit the light switch, which didn't come on. He tried the phones next, which didn't yield a better result. Walt walked into the kitchen to check Daisy's water bowl, and saw a few cockroaches near the trash, Walt looked at them with a laugh and killed them. Daisy was still asleep on the couch when he checked on her. Satisfied with everything Walt walked down stairs and put the other 12 pack of p.b.r in the cooler and went back outside to the porch.
Around 9, Walt got up because he had run out of P.B.R and walked inside to get some Jack Daniels which he kept in the freezer. he pulled it out of the freezer, and was about to grab a glass out of the cupboard, when Daisy started to bark and growl at the front door. Walt put the bottle down quickly, and pulled the .45 from his side. He cautiously advanced down the hall towards the front door, where Daisy was continuing to bark. Walt pulled Daisy back and opened the front door. There were three young teens around the Impala, trying to get the drivers side door open.
Walt silently came off the porch wit a cold fury in his eyes, he walked till he was maybe 10 feet from them. Then he spoke. "well, you motherfuckers." The teens whirled around and stopped when they saw the huge pistol leveled at their faces. Walt looked at them with complete disgust in his eyes, " so you thought you'd just steal my car is that it, let me tell you something you no good sons of bitches, I should put a bullet in your fucking head."
The teens looked at each other, and took off sprinting down the road. Walt yelled after them,
"you come near my home again, your all fucking dead!!!"
Walt slowly walked back up to the house and went to sleep.