“Bolshevism is knocking at our gates, we can’t afford to let it in…We must keep America whole and safe and unspoiled. We must keep the worker away from red literature and red ruses; we must see that his mind remains healthy.” Al Capone…
That is what I heard and recognized as a quote by Al Capone from the early 1930’s! I knew that Al Capone could not be around this day and age, but I had found someone that had slipped over the edge of fantasy and really thought he was Al Capone…
In fact he had developed a whole world devoted to the thirties in Chicago, America! The only problem was that we were in the middle of Moscow, Russia. Dab smack in the middle of Moscow and Al Capone had made himself at home in one of the most famous fortresses in the world. The Moscow Kremlin…
Walking through the gates of the Kremlin guarded by Chicago Mafia thugs was interesting and everyday was a day like the roaring 20’s in America. Guns, whiskey, women and machine gunning Zombies down as they tried to clean up their city…
I did not try to correct him about his geography mess up, because he was too much fun to listen to. So here is his story about what happened the day that the Zombie Virus hit Moscow, Russia…
Hows it,
I am Al Capone and my good buddy Stryker who has been so nice to visit me here in this wonderful city of Chicago. I am going to tell you about when we had to become hold up in this here prison for rich people, you know it even has churches in it and all?
Enough of that, lets talk about what happened the day everyone became screwy idiots and no brains…
I was walking down the street looking at these walls of this wonderful safe prison. I never thought I would think a prison was safe! Then out of behind a bush, this commie Russian tried to bite me. I was not sure where he came from and I never really felt right about shooting someone with out a reason and when he tried to bite me again. That was all the reason I needed. I shot him between the eyes…
That is when I noticed that people were running all around and screaming. Either you ran around screaming or you bit people and ate them. Then the ones that were bitten got up and tried to bite others. It was just plain sick and people always worried about me and my degenerate ways. Kinda makes me look like a good guy, huh?
Well I was near a gate to the inside of the prison and I thought to myself, “Al this is a good place to get out of the way of these sick-O’s…”
So inside I went. The gates were open and I kicked two guards out the door and shut the gates and door to the outside. I had enough ammo to hold out for a little bit and inside it was easy to pick off the sick-O’s. They just stumbled around and I walked up on the guards ledge that ran around the whole inside of the complex. I found 5 Russian women and 3 Russian guys. You know they could not speak English?
Then I figured out that this must be some kind of commie attack on America and these poor blokes got lost from their troops. I pointed my gun at them and they seemed to understand that language and they were real good. Actually they are my right hand men and women, now that we have made this place into a pretty good home. There is 50 people here and they are all Russians, (Can you figure that?) so I have had to learn a little Russia and they have learned a little English and all is good amongst the troops…
Since they are the only ones that I have found alive in Chicago, I have to take what I can get and for commies they are not bad…
The interesting part is that I can not find a single member of my old gang and to be truthful, until Stryker came along, I had some strange dreams that I was not in Amewrica anymore. But Stryker speaks good fine English and that set my doubts back to the rear again…
We have a right good thing going here and one day we will get all these commie sick-O’s wandering the streets of Chicago cleaned up. My gang is top notch and there are times I do not even miss the old gang. Well except when these Russians party and all they want to drink is vodka. It kinda gets lonely once in a awhile and I have yet to figure out what happened. I can not find my home at 7244 South Prairie Avenue in the Park Manor neighborhood on the city’s south side of Chicago for nothing and all the street signs are in Russian now…
They moved quick these commies! Looks like we won, but the shock of being attacked on our soil has sent many Americans over the edge. I am just glad that I was able to keep myself together mentally. It has been rough…
Remember: “Bolshevism is knocking at our gates, we can’t afford to let it in…We must keep America whole and safe and unspoiled. We must keep the worker away from red literature and red ruses; we must see that his mind remains healthy.”
That is enough for today and I got some Whiskey to drink…
Al Capone…
Well that was an interesting story and even though much is nothing but a figment of a simple deranged mind. They still have a pretty good life here in Moscow, Russia. It is strange that someone could snap that bad and even more strange that the Russians put up with a man who thinks he is in Chicago still and calls everyone commies…
After a few shots of whiskey and some more tales from the Russians, I went on my way and the last I saw of Al Capone was when he waved to me as I walked away. He was definitely a happy guy. In fact the whole group was happy and content. What better could it be for a gangster, drinking, women, looting and shooting Zombies?
I never did learn his real name…
Stryker…