Chapter 160: The Cock of the Walk

Editor: nnpdad

Ain’t found a way to kill me yetEyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids, household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere{br}

Yeah they come to snuff the roosterYeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain’t gonna die{br}

-Jerry Cantrell Jr.

Well, that took some balls - to walk into my camp and present himself as the ‘Cock of the Walk.’ To tell you the truth, I didn’t much appreciate it. His sub-chiefs stood up and he was fully announced; it was an annoying series of titles in my mind and it took far too long. At that point, my patience ran short and it was time to set the table.

I looked over at Sheriff and quietly said, “It’s time show them what we got, bro.” With that, I set Brin to ‘Protect’ and both Sheriff and I rose to our feet and our full heights. Sheriff easily had a foot on each of them and probably a hundred pounds or so, also. I wasn’t far behind.

You could see the look in their eyes change instantly. Giants apparently did walk the land and now so did fear.

I slowly walked around behind them as they stood stock still. I stopped immediately behind them and then slowly and menacingly said in my deepest and angriest voice, “I am the Narrator!”

A deep baritone from the massive black man in front of them said, “I am the Sheriff.” Brin, as his input, merely gave us a menacing growl, reflecting his desire to either compete or just to be ‘one of the guys.’