Your Name is Gary Stu and You're Going to Die First

Read part 12, here, or from the beginning, here. A quick recap of what came before... At a table in Osaka-ya, a yakiniku restaurant in the Chicagoland area, four filmmakers (Levi, Brad, Maggie, and Pathik) planned the shooting schedule of their next big project, The Shadows . But down below, in the basement of the restaurant, a doomsday cult began to plot the coming race war. Antony Meninski, restaurant owner and leader of the doomsayers, recruited all of this employees including Tracey, Kelly, Trent, Jodi, Kory, and Padma into his Nazi killing cult. Together they would initiate the race war and begin the end of the world, ensuring of course that they killed as many Nazis along the way as possible and carved out a safe place for themselves to hunker down and thus survive the chaos. As part of this plan Kelly was tasked with getting close to two high profile Nazi's in the area: Richard and Debra Miller, and their son, Brad. Brad hired Kelly to be an actress in The Shadows a...

Read part 11, here, or from the beginning, here. Tracey sat sniffling and shivering in the holding cell of the Lake County jail. She wore a tan crew neck t-shirt and tan trousers with an elastic band, just like all of the other women in the cell. Most of them she recognized from the long night of processing—having all been arrested at once on the spot of the rally in downtown Libertyville...the protest...the riot. There were just two women who looked like they had been in here for a little while longer than the lot of them. Their hair was all frizzed and unkempt, their eyes were dead, tired mostly, world weary. Tracey figured that's what she looked like to them. The only difference, a long stream of tears that never stopped the whole night long. She knew that she just had to wait a little while longer, but the wait was worse than anything. This was worse than Antony's office, alone, being touched. This was worse than Kelly's stupid plans and her angry eyes and her roug...

Read part 10, here, or from the beginning, here. Tiki Torches, as far as the eye could see. Libertyville transformed into a blazing fire. The image was unsettling, even if she hadn't known what it was she was looking at. It was worse that she knew that the rhyming of those chants were full of hatred. Jodi slid her arm into Trent's and leaned against him. Trent, Kory, and Antony stood at the edge of a precipice near the community center and the library which overlooked the main boulevard of downtown Libertyville. Antony was pointing to faraway places as if doling out tactical instructions, Kory and Trent nodded gravely. Jodi looked out onto the sea of people forming. She could just make out the reds and blues of their flags, confederate and Nazi alike, and among them grayed out American flags with a single blue stripe. Kelly, Tracey, Padma and a scattering of others stood behind the three men waiting to get on with it already. Kelly in particular, dressed as if she was goi...

Read part 9, here , or from the beginning, here. Tracey stood in front of the bulletin board in the back of Osaka-ya and stared at the posted shift list tacked up next to the list of employees phone numbers. Normally it would be a list of who was in what position for the day, one of the leads usually made it up, it set your fate for the next six to eight hours. Hostess, waitress, fryer, bus boy. But this particular version listed each of their names broken off into groups of two or three and was dated for the weekend that the white supremacist rally would be held in Libertyville. With the induction of Tracey, all Osaka-ya employees now belonged to Antony, and now the work from the basement was making its way up into the daylight, onto the bulletin board next to the break room. “Sup Trace?” Trent patted her shoulders as he walked past her into the break room and reached for a hair net from the box that they kept on a top shelf in the cramped room. The break room was little more th...