Walt's 3rd day continued:

Walt and Miles were talking and eating. They talked about war, politic, the decline of society around them and general just how bitter they were about life. Miles finally got up and promised to give Walt a call later. Walt paid his check and began the walk back to the house. He was half way there, when he had the sudden urge for noodles. The only noodle shop in the neighborhood was next to Jupiter Apartments, so Walt checked his .45 and the Browning 9mm.He knew crime was up in the area so he was always prepared. Walt go to the noodle stand and saw that it was closed for the day. He swore softly to himself, and turned around He would make some at home. Walt got back to the house and saw that his door was kicked in. Walt shuddered, and pulled both of his side arms out. He pushed away the remnants of his door and shouted " LISTEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS, IM COMING IN AND IM ARMED. IF I SEE YOU, YOUR FUCKING DEAD!!!" Walt heard no noise anywhere, no footsteps, no nothing. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw they were covered in blood and what looked like golden dog hairs.............

Walt's 3rd day.

Walt woke up the next day and decided that it was a good day to do nothing. He fed Daisy, washed the dishes and sat around. By noon, he was thoroughly bored out of his mind, so he decided to go to the pub and chat it up with some locals. Walt stepped outside, and almost knocked over a women who looked about the same age as she was walking down the sidewalk. "Im sorry, ma'am" I wasn't looking where I was going, are you alright?" She looked at Walt for a minute as if seeing if he really meant what he was saying. "well, Im fine. don't trouble yourself over it." Walt smiled for the first time in a long time. "Im glad to hear that, I'm going over to the pub to get some lunch, would you care to join me?" She looked at him again, and said "well, im on my way to an appointment right now, but if you give me your number ill certainly call you later." Walt gave her his number, and when they realized that they lived next to each other they both chuckled and said good bye. Walt continued on his way towards the pub and was stopped by a man who asked him if he wanted to buy this absurd ass painting that he was toting around, Walt looked at him and the goddamn hippie ran off.
Walt finally got to the pub and ordered the lunch special along with a beer. When his food came, he began to dig in when Miles the owner of the food mart, walked up and said "mind if i sit down?"

Walt's second day continued.

Walt opened the door to the coffee shop, and braced himself expecting to be assaulted by that disgusting rap music they played these days and a bunch of stupid goddamn hippies waving pamphlets bitching about their stupid problems. He walked up to the counter and immediately took a step back, The young man, if you could call him that, had a green mohawk, enough metal in his face to look like a fucking robot and eye-shadow around his stupid fucking eyes. "Jesus H Christ" Walt muttered and looked back up at the worthless waste of air who was about to serve him probably the worst coffee of his life. Walt grabbed the cup from the kid's hand and walked over to a window seat and grabbed a paper as well. Walt looked at his cup of coffee with disgust, he raised it to his lips hesitantly and took the smallest sip. He smiled to himself, it was one of the better cups of coffee he had ever had. Walt worked his way though three more cups and finished the entire paper when he realized there was a man staring at him from across the bar. Walt slowly got up and got a good look at the guy as he put the paper back on the rack. It was that god damn investigator, again! "Jesus H. Christ" Walt muttered, " That son of a bitch wont fucking quit will he." Walt walked over to the table and before the other man could say a word sat down across from him and said " Now look, I know he's paying you to do this, but how many god damn times do I have to tell you." The man started to protest, but Walt kept going " Now, you tell my son, I don't want to see him, I don't want to hear from him, The next time I see you, I'm telling you this right now, I will put a bullet in your brain. Are we clear?"
The man looked at him, nodded and walked out. Walt smiled to himself and walked back over to his house, so he could feed Daisy. When he got back to the house, he fed Daisy and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sat down and took a long sip, and thought. Walt thought about how his son and that worthless bitch of a daughter never did a damn thing for him or his wife. They never once came to visit, spend time with them or even stop by to say hi. They were worthless pieces of shit. When their mother had cancer, they had visited a total of two times. "TWO TIMES" Walt shouted. Daisy looked raised her head with a soft whine, Walt patted her head and she went back to sleep. he went over to the fridge and made himself a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table.

Walt's second day. Chapter 3

Walt woke up to Daisy barking and scratching at the door. He rolled over and looked at the clock, it was 12:20 in the afternoon. "shit, I haven't slept this long in forever." Walt thought, He got up and took Daisy out. After breakfast, the phone rang. Walt slowly got up, his left knee was bothering him today. The surgeons in the Amy had done a good job, but it still hurt every once in a while. Walt's mind went back......
Trees are everywhere, screaming, and gunshots fill everything. Sargent Komanski and his platoon are marching through the trees looking for a village. There had been a lot of Viet-Kong attacks involving children and teddy-bears filled with explosives. It had been traced back to this village, and Sargent Komanski had been tasked with making sure, as his C.O put it, "this shit ends now!" Walt's mind flashed forward.....
The village was gone, he had called in an air strike on it. After the planes had finished, Walt and his men and gone into mop the place up. They killed everyone. Those who had not been killed in the bombing were unceremoniously shot by Walt's platoon. After it was all over, the platoon was leaving, when Walt saw a figure dart from one of the houses. It was young boy clutching a teddy bear. Walt pulled his sidearm and shot the boy five times. Then he told his men to burn it all.
Walt's eyes snapped open. Daisy was in front of him wagging her tail and licking his hands which were clenched in front of him. He pulled one hand out and wiped angry tears from his eyes, and went over to the gun cabinet and took out his M-1 and began to clean it.
An hour later, Walt got up and got dressed, this time choosing the Browning high power over the. 45 and walked across the street to the coffee shop, since he was out of Maxwell House.

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.

Walt's arrival, Chapter 1

Walt and his dog Daisy pulled up to his new home on Chester Drive. He pulled his 1967 Chevy Impala into the drive way and motioned the moving truck to park at the curb. He opened the passenger door of his car and pulled out the lock box where he kept his two Colt .45's and Browning 9mm that he had brought home from the Korean war. Walt then motioned Daisy to go up on the porch and stay. The two movers started to open the back of the truck to being unloading, Walt yelled
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
The movers looked incredulous for a second and then the larger one barked back
"our job sir, is there a problem?"
Walt walked over and got in the mover's face,
"yeah, I don't need your goddamn help, I've paid you, so go get lunch or something. I don't fucking care, but I'm unloading my own damn stuff!"
The movers looked at each other and shrugged, then walked off.
Walt went to the back of the truck and began to unload his boxes. There was not a lot of things there, no furniture to speak of, except for a small gun safe tucked in the corner of the truck. It took him two hours, but he finally got all of his things unloaded and placed on the two stories of his new home. Even the gun safe, tucked in a corner next to the fridge that had been left by the last occupant. The movers came back around 4 and took the truck and left.
Walt sighed and waved Daisy inside with him as he walked through the front door.. He walked over to his gun safe and counted off the combination in his head as he spun the dial. The safe opened with a well-oiled click. Walt looked in and pulled out his M1 Garand, cleaning oil, and rag and placed it all on the table next to the safe and began to dissemble and clean the various parts of his rifle. After he had finish, He fed Daisy, and refilled her water bowl.
Walt opened the fridge, and realized that it was completely empty, he had no cigarettes or beer either. Walt sighed, and walked over to a box, he opened it and took out a well-oiled leather holster. He strapped it on and put his. 45 in it. Walt walked out the door, locking both locks behind him. The Impala turned on with throaty purr. He drove over to the food mart and picked up the essentials: beef jerky, cigarettes, all the makings for roast beef sandwiches, and eggs and bacon for the morning.
Walt pushed his cart up to the register and paid for the groceries. The clerk said
" have a pleasant day sir."
Walt stared at the man for minute and growled,
"Dont count on it."
Walt walked out of the store and loaded everything into the Impala, and headed over to Mo'Liquor. He parked and opened the door, walking inside Walt looked around and spotted what he was looking for. He grabbed two 12 packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon, his favorite beer since the war and paid for them and walked out towards his car. Walt put the beer and the back of the Impala and started the car up. He got back to the house just as the mailman pulled away. Walt opened the rusty old mailbox and saw two letters; one was from his son which he shoved in his pocket. The other was from his real estate agent and he opened it to see that his bid for Townhouse number 1 had been accepted. He put that letter in his pocket as well, and brought all his groceries in to the house and put them in the fridge. Daisy slowly raised her head off the couch and then fell back asleep.

Walt made himself a roast beef sandwich, and put one 12 pack of P.B.R in a little green portable cooler that he then filled halfway with ice. He put his sandwich on a paper-plate, grabbed his cigarettes, and his cooler and brought it all out to the porch. He set the cooler next to his rocking chair, put his sandwich on the small table next to him and cracked a beer open. Walt took a long swig, lit a cigarette and leaned back in his rocking chair. As it began to get dark, Walt slowly got up out of his rocking chair and put the Impala in the garage for the night. He walked back up to the porch, put his plate in the trash, and put the cooler in the house. Walt walked back outside, and lit one more cigarette. He finished it, threw the butt in the garbage and went upstairs to bed.