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Zombie tracker

 

 

My eyes snapped open; I was awakened from sleep by something. Was it real or   my imagination? Straining to hear anything that might have awakened me, I slowly relaxed. Most mornings this was how I awoke. I lit a candle grabbed some trail mix and a water bottle from my kit and took a long swallow of water then returned the bottle to my pack.

 I pulled on and laced my boots. Next I put on my Kevlar jacket. I pulled on my forearm guards and shin guards. I slipped on my shotgun shell bandoleer. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and face, last was my leather gloves and my leather skull cap.  I unbarred the door, holstered my 9 mm picked up my shotgun and kicked the door open. Seeing nothing outside I slipped on my glasses and stepped quickly outside checking the left then right side of the container. Walking over to my truck I thumbed the locks open and opened the passenger door. Propping the shotgun against the seat I opened the glove box I pulled out a box of 9 mm rounds. I reloaded 6 of my 9mm clips. I pulled down the hose from the spare barrel of diesel and topped off my truck fuel tank. Walking back to the container I entered picked up my sleeping bag and pack. As I left I pushed the door shut, tossed the pack and sleeping bag into the back seat of the truck.

 I pulled the truck out onto the road and had driven about 2 miles down the road when I saw a farm house; it was about a half mile farther down the road. I stopped the truck, picked up my binoculars and did a scan of the farm. I spot some cattle in an adjacent pasture and a couple of horses in a fenced area by the farm house. There was no living or Zombies in sight. I lay down the binoculars and accelerated toward the farm house. I pull the truck to the side of the road about 100 meters from the farm house. Checking the 9 mm strapped to my thigh I thumbed the safety off and I picked up a second 9 mm pistol from the passenger seat, and shoved it into my waistband. I wrapped my Scarf around my face.

 I grabbed my shotgun and empty tote bag then walked to the farm house. I tried the front door but it was locked. I closed the screen door and walked around the house to the side facing the barn. There was a side door. I pulled open the screen and turned the knob. I eased the door open. Jackets hung on  hooks on the wall, there were several pairs of boots on the floor against the wall.  I moved straight through the Mud room and opened the door into the kitchen; still no one. Doing a quick scan of the kitchen, I noted the sink was full of empty canned fruit and vegetable cans.  I opened the cupboards and noticed there were only a few canned goods. There was an open can of pears on the counter. The pears appeared to be freshly opened, I dipped my finger stuck my tongue to it, they were fresh. Now I felt there might be someone in the house. I start up the stairs “This is the State Police, come out and show yourself” I shouted. I turned right and faced down the hallway. I noticed a trap door in the ceiling. A pull cord was attached to it. I walked past the trap door grasp the cord and yanked, the door swung open and ladder clacked as it extended down to the hall floor.  Still nothing I climbed the stairs shining my flash light around the attic I came across a person cowering in the corner. From the long blond matted hair my guess was female. I called to it “you, in the corner, stand and show yourself”. Still no sound, I snarled “speak or I’ll shoot, I’m counting to 10. 1, 2, 3, 4”.  “No please don’t, please don’t hurt us” a small voice came from the corner. A young girl stepped forward from the shadows; she was holding the hand of a boy about 12 years old. “Who else is here?” I said. “Just grandpa, he told us to come up here and wait. He said to stay up here and don’t go outside. But that was 3 days ago, he didn’t come back in the house I’ve been going downstairs to get us food, and I haven’t seen him. I can’t believe he left us here”. “Pull the stairs up and Stay here, I’ll come back after I look for him” I told her.

 I made my way down stairs again.  I moved back to the kitchen then into the mud room, I opened the door. The Zombie blocking my progress was about 15 feet in front of me. I swung the shotgun up and fired. The buckshot caught him in the upper part of his torso he flew back into the yard. I walked over and pulling the 9 mm from my waist band put a round in his forehead. He appeared to have been in his late 20 maybe 30, probably not Grandpa. Next I went into the barn. There was a Zombie there that was missing an arm and most of one leg. He was dressed in overalls and appeared to in his 50’s or 60’s this was probably Grandpa. He opened his mouth to howl and I fired a 9mm round into his mouth before he could start his howling.  The howling would draw even more of the things; they might not get a fix on the gun shots.

I walked back to my truck and drove it back to the house. I grabbed the binoculars and did a quick scan of the horizon. Good, I didn’t see anyone or anything. Grabbing my pack I went back inside and called to the kids “come on down to the kitchen and well eat something”. I heard the stairs bang and in a couple of minutes the two kids slowly stepped into the kitchen.  I passed them bottles of water and the bag of trail mix. They drank deeply from the water and then tore into the trail mix. I told the boy “wait here”. I motioned for the girl to come outside. “Why?” she ask. “I need to ask you about something I found, come on”  When we entered the mud room I turned to her and said ”there are two dead people out there, will you be OK?” she nodded but gasp when she saw the body of the first Zombie. Do you know him?” I ask. “I don’t think so” was all she said. Walking to the barn I called to her “OK, come over here” I showed her the second Zombie. She started sobbing “that’s grandpa, what happened to him” she said.

 “I guess he came to the barn and that guy in the yard attacked him, that’s why he didn’t come back, not because he left you” I told her. “Go inside and wait I’ll take care of them before your brother sees them” I said. Without uttering another  sound she turned and walked back to the house.

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good, cant wait for more! but just so i can get my mind straight, is the guy living in something like a metal storage container, or is it something else?

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Yes, he staying in a steel  land/sea connex type container.

 I hope you find it entertaining to read.
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Zombie tracker (continued)

 

 

I grabbed the first Zombies feet and dragged him around to the side of the barn. I grabbed the kid’s Grandfather under his arms and dragged him over beside the first zombie. Taking a tarp from the barn I covered them both. Back inside with the kids I said, “my name’s Ralph Keller what’s yours?” The girl replied, “I’m Jenny Collier, this is my brother Bobby.’ “We were here visiting Grandpa Collier when the virus thing started. Our mom and dad called and said they would come up from the city and get us, but they never came. We wanted to go back home but grandpa said that we would be safer here. Where are you from officer Keller?”  “Well, first I’m not really a Police Officer, I just said that hoping you would listen to me and not just get scared and shoot me thinking I was a Zombie.  You guys can call me Ralph. I was living in San José when the violence was first reported. The first night they confirmed it was the virus, two of my friends and I left town and headed north to my house in Chico.” I explained. “Is the virus thing over?” asked Bobby. “No, I’m afraid it is still bad. What do you kids know about the virus?” I asked.

 “Well we watched the news at first. When the TV stopped working we listened to grandpa’s shortwave radio. And grandpa told us to stay inside and not to let anyone get close to us.” said Bobby returning to the bag of trail mix he was eating. There was a long pause in our conversation with the only sound being Bobby crunching the trail mix. “Is it OK if I take a shower, my hair is filthy?” asked Jenny. “Do you have working water here?” I asked. “Sure, Bobby go and start the generator.” said Jenny.  Bobby jumped up but I put up a hand saying, “wait, let me go with you Bobby.” Jenny was right about her hair being filthy but, I suspected Jenny needed some alone  time to grieve for her grandfather. Maybe the warm shower would do as much for emotional state as for her hair. Bobby and I went out to the barn and Bobby filled the generator gas tank and started up the generator. It was a small portable unit but could operate the lights and well pump without a problem. I heard a noise from outside the barn and jumped, pulling the pistol from my waistband. “That was just the well pump. It will go off when the pressure tank is full.” said Bobby. “Do you have anything else to eat?” he asked. “Sure, let’s go and look in my truck.” I said.

 We walked over to the truck and I opened the door. “What a mess, my dad says you need to keep your car in good shape if you want a decent trade-in for it.” said bobby.  “Well I guess I do need to straighten it a little.” I told him. “Can you drive?” I asked as I tossed him the keys. “Pull it over to the barn and I’ll clean it up”. “Alright” said Bobby smiling broadly.  After he pulled the truck up in front of the barn door I handed him a can of stew, “go eat this if you’re still hungry.” I said. “Try to save some for your sister, OK?” I added. “Sure, we always share” he said as he took off for the kitchen. I cleaned the loose trash out of the truck rolled up my sleeping bag and moved the pack and sleeping bag to the bed of the truck. Then I noticed the old car trailer in the barn. The tires were ok and there was an electric winch mounted to the front of the trailer. I connected the trailer to the hitch of the truck. I walked back inside. Jenny was sitting at the table eating stew, “Bobby went to take a shower. You could use one too, you kinda smell bad.” she said.  “Sorry, if I knew it was going to bother you I would have left you in the attic.” I said. Jenny continued to eat, but paused and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, my mom always says if you don’t tell people they won’t know.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right, I could stand to cleanup some. Is it OK if I look around for some clean clothes?” I asked. “Sure look in the second bedroom upstairs, that’s where my mom and dad sleep. Dad always keeps clothes here.” Jenny said. “Keep the locked and both you and Bobby stay inside” I told her. “Yes, Sir” snapped Jenny, but she smiled and continued to eat her stew.  About 30 minutes later we were all bathed and sitting at the table. “Tell us what’s going on.” said Jenny. I began to tell them what I knew…..

Well, about 6 months ago there were news reports about the battle of Africa. Within days the TV news was all about the epidemic sweeping the cities in Europe and the U.S. A few days after that there wasn’t any TV or news. Every where, people were killing and being killed. The killers were both living people and zombies. In cities, small towns, and in the countryside it was primarily Zombies who were the predators. In the larger cities, crazed mobs of armed people were roaming the streets looting and shooting anything or anyone they happened to find. Attrition was the number one enemy of these groups. The mobs of the living would usually encounter attacks from enough individual or groups of Zombies or be overwhelmed by a larger mob of Zombies. A Zombie bite always results in infection, severity and location of the bite determines the time between infection and turning into a zombie. If a living person were bitten but escaped, or they were infected through contact with Zombie blood they would turn into one of the fast moving Zombies within a few minutes or hours.  If a living person was bitten severely enough to die they would become one of the slow moving Zombies within minutes or hours. If you killed one of the fast moving Zombies it would just get up after a few minutes and would now become a slow moving Zombie. The only way to kill a Zombie once and for all was to destroy its brain. The Zombie numbers just continued to increase. Within a couple of weeks the Zombies were in control of all the cities. With rare exceptions the only survivors in a city were in heavily fortified buildings.

 Buildings of stone, cement block, or brick were the most successful shelters from Zombies. Old court houses, old police stations even churches were easily fortified. This was due to a minimum of ground level windows and doors. Most of these safe havens were overrun by the Zombies as well. Because people who had been bitten or infected through open wounds were also allowed to take refuge there. When those infected members turned Zombie the uninfected were trapped in their fortified shelters with them.

If you happen to come across a survivor stronghold these days you need to steer clear of it. The survivors that still exist do so because they are no longer accepting newcomers. Although you can readily see if someone has been bitten, you cannot tell if they became infected by getting infected blood in their eyes or in their mouth or in a scratch or if they had sex with someone infected who had not yet turned.

All of the major cities had fallen fast. The Eastern Seaboard and West Coast cities with inbound international flights was where it started. They were totally unprepared; the terrorist screening procedures didn’t identify a blood borne disease.  The police were the first line of defense and the courts had handcuffed them guaranteeing criminals their civil rights. Officers were bitten while trying to read Miranda rights to Zombies. Whole precincts were swamped while trying to negotiate with hospitals full of Zombies. The infected were placed in the same refugee areas as non-infected. When the infected people started turning into Zombies there was no where for the uninfected to run.

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The Midwest faired much better; the airports were shutdown to all inbound and outbound traffic. But the most successful states were Isolationist leaning states. Montana, Idaho, Wyoming and North Dakota not only shutdown their airports, their militia established road blocks at major highways entering their states. The states militias seized control of all military bases within their boarders. They announced they would no longer allow U.S. civilian or U.S. military to enter their sovereign territories. A border fence was started to lock down their borders. Patrols were authorized to shoot anyone, living or zombie trying to enter. They also implemented the harshest measures to deal with the threat. Anyone exhibiting symptoms was terminated. All aircraft entering their airspace were directed to turn back otherwise the state Air National Guard would shoot the aircraft. The day after the airspace was closed, a senator flying his state provided private plane refused to turn back or respond when hailed. He was shot down by an A-10 Thunderbolt firing an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile. No exceptions were made. Anyone coming in physical contact with an infected person was arrested and placed into a gulag type prison for a minimum of 30 days before release.  Sometimes a person would turn into a Zombie while being held. This would result in other prisoners becoming infected before the Zombies were terminated. This in turn would cause the captors to terminate all prisoners as a safety measure. Many uninfected died as a result of these harsh measures. But the infection was all but eradicated inside these states. Individual rights and freedoms were suspended but no one complained loud enough to draw attention to their selves. Anyone caught trying to smuggle people across the boarder into these states were summarily executed. Anyone caught aiding or abetting smuggled individuals was executed.

            Similar but less dramatic methods were also applied by many townships throughout the Midwest. Because of the self imposed isolation and the failure of phones and wireless communication within the first week or so, there was very little if any communication with anyone outside the towns. No one seems to know the situation in other parts of the country or other parts of the world. I’m sure they were experiencing the same or similar conditions or we would also have Russian or Chinese U.N. sanctioned “Peace Keeping Troops” to deal with as well as Zombies.

“What are we going to do now?” Jenny asked. “Well, I have a safe place about 150 miles south of here. About 40 people are living there. If you want, I will take you and your brother there in a few days. But first I need to checkout the extent of infestation around here. I want to see if there are any Zombies. And find out if there are any other survivors like you two.” I told them. Both of them said they wanted to go with me, but Jenny said they needed to leave word for their parents if they came looking for them. I told her to write a note and leave it on the table. “Bobby, did your grandfather have any guns?” I asked. Sure, come on I’ll show you.” he said. What he showed me was a 9mm carbine. It was not really a powerful rifle since it used the same bullets as my pistol but was probably sufficient for varmints and coyotes. I gave it to Bobby to carry and also picked up a Winchester lever action .30.30. I handed that to him as well. There was also an old double barrel 12 gauge. I kept looking and I found 5 boxes of 9mm rounds, 3 boxes of .30.30 rounds, and 3 boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells. I grabbed a pillow and stripped off the case and I filled it with the ammunition. “Let’s go downstairs” I said. Downstairs I sat down and told Jenny and Bobby they each need to pack up a suitcase of clothing, some blankets, and anything else they wanted to take with them and we would leave.

 I went outside and loaded the portable generator onto the front of the trailer and placed 2 metal jerrycans of gasoline into the bed of the truck.  I looked around the barn until I found a hacksaw and cut the double barrel shotgun barrels down to about 11 inches. I cut and formed the stock into a pistol grip. As an afterthought I walked out to the corral and swung the gate open, I walked to the pasture fence and kicked the rails out of a section. At least the livestock  would be free to leave and would not starve or die of thirst. The kids were just coming outside when I pulled the truck and trailer out of the barn. “Maybe we should get Grandpa's ham radio” said Bobby. “Do you know how to use it?” I asked. “No” muttered Bobby. “Well, let’s leave it for now and maybe we can pick it up on the way back.” I told him. Everyone piled into the truck and I drove back to the container where I had spent the night. I dropped the trailer off there and then I drove back down the road past their farm.

 “How far to the next house” I asked Jenny.  “I don’t know, maybe 2 or 3 miles “she said. “Have either of you shot a gun before?” I asked. “Sure, Grandpa took me hunting once “said Bobby. “Well I guess we’ll need to have some lessons then. I want to see you shoot before I let you walk behind me with a loaded gun” I told them. I pulled the truck over, got out and walked around to the passenger side, both Bobby and Jenny got out.

 I reached into the truck picked up the Winchester and 9mm Beretta carbine. I loaded 4 or 5 rounds into the .30.30 and gave it to Bobby and pointing to a post about 30 feet away, I said, “see if you can hit that post”. Bobby fired and missed. “Keep trying” I told him. The next round clipped the side of the post. “Again” I said. The next shot hit the post near the top. The fourth shot hit the post again. “Good job” I said and handed him the box of ammunition. “Load it” I said. I pulled the carbine from the truck, removed the clip and loaded a handful of 9mm rounds, then reinserted the clip. I passed it to Jenny and had her shoot at the same post. The first round was way off the mark. I showed her how to aim through the sights. “Now try” I said, another miss, “Try again” I told her. By the eighth shot she was hitting the post. “Not bad for the first lesson” I told them. I showed her how to remove, load, and re-insert the clip and then charge it.

 We loaded back into the truck and continued to the next house. You guys stay here inside the truck. If you see any zombies, just  stay inside and wait for me. Don’t come to the house unless I call you. I held up the keys. Bobby grabbed them and said ”OK”. “Don’t shoot from inside the truck. I don’t want my windows shot out.” I said. I shrugged on the bandoleer of shells, pulled my shotgun and tote bag from the backseat and started walking to the house. Just as I entered the front yard I heard the howling. Rushing toward me was a fast moving zombie. I raised the shotgun and hit him mid body. He staggered but continued to run toward me. My next shot was to his legs. He dropped but continued to crawl toward me. I shifted the shotgun to my left hand and pulling my 9mm pistol. I shot him in the top of his head. Looking up, I spotted a slow moving woman shuffling toward me. I took aim and shot at her. The first shot was wide and missed. The next one hit her in the forehead. She toppled over into the bushes by the house.

Pulling my Scarf over my mouth and nose I opened the front door. Inside there was a guy sitting in a recliner facing the TV. There was a half bottle of whiskey, an empty glass, and a half box of shells on the table next to him. I walked around the chair and saw that he had shot himself in the head with a S&W .38 caliber revolver, I pried it out of his hand. I wiped the revolver clean on the couch cushion. I dropped the revolver and ammunition into my tote bag and continued to search the house. In the first bedroom I found a dead woman lying on the bed. The woman had been shot through her temple. In the next bedroom a teenaged boy was stretched out on the bed. He had been shot in the chest and head.  The bathroom and the kitchen were both clear. I put the tote on the table.

 I noticed a piece of paper. It was a note someone had written.

 

I had to shoot Tommy, he was crazy! I found him chewing his mothers arm, she was screaming for him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. Tom only stopped when he saw me come into the room. He stood up and charged me. I hit him knocking him to the floor. Tom jumped up and came after me again. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake some sense into him. He just kept trying to bite me. I wrestled him into his room and shut the door. Tommy just started pounding on the door, he never even tried to turn the door knob and open it. I got my pistol and opening his door I shot him. The first shot killed him, but the TV news said you had to shoot them in the head.  I lifted Tom up from where he fell on the floor and lay him on his bed. I shot him again only this time I shot him in the head. Next, I went and tried to calm June. She was just screaming and screaming. I shot her in the head before she could turn into a monster. Now I’m going to have a drink and kill myself.

 

The note was signed Ward. I dropped the note and  muttered “Damn, I thought I was having a bad day.” I rifled through the cupboards and found several cans of vegetables, three cans of chili, several cans of stew, lots of canned soup, and some canned fruit. I loaded the tote and leaving it on the table went outside. In the garage I found a dirt bike and a sedan. I went back inside and dragged the guy and his wife into the room with Tommy and shut the door. I started going through the closets, but I didn’t find anymore weapons or ammo. I grabbed my tote from the table and walked to the road. I motioned for Bobby to drive the truck into the driveway. When Bobby pulled up in the truck I emptied the tote in the back seat floor and got into the passenger seat beside Jenny and told Bobby to drive back to my camp.

   That evening we ate our supper of vegetable soup while sitting on the tailgate of the truck.

“You know what I miss? Bread, bread for sandwiches, toast, and buttered bread with dinner.” Bobby said with a look of hunger on his face.  “When I get you back to the neighborhood I promise you will get some bread.” I said. I grabbed a bucket and walked over to the pond and dipped it in the water. “Can I go swimming?” asked Bobby. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.  You never know what’s in that murky water.” I said.  “Oh yeah, that’s right, I keep forgetting.” Bobby said. I put the water on the fire to heat; at least we could wash up.

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Very interesting. I like the whole story set up so far.Hope to see more.


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I'm enjoying it.  Keep it comming!

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great opening

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That night at camp I lit the candle, barred the door and we settled in. I was using my sleeping bag. Jenny and Bobby had blankets they had brought with them from their Granddad’s house. “If you get cold tonight I’ll try to find a couple of sleeping bags for you guys tomorrow.” I said. As it turned out, 3 people in an 8 x 10 steel box generated more than enough heat to stay warm, very warm.

 

 The next morning I jolt awake as usual. I lay there listening, it was quiet enough to hear the kid’s rhythmic breathing. Then I heard the foot steps; slow, shuffling steps. I put my hand over Bobby’s mouth, and gave him a shake. Bobby awoke and struggled against my hand until we locked eyes. Bobby sensed there was a problem and stopped struggling. I motioned for him to stay quiet. I woke Jenny in the same way.  Jenny’s eyes snapped open when I lay my hand over her mouth but she didn’t struggle. I signaled her to be quite, she nodded her head signaling she understood. I quietly got out of my sleeping bag and put on my gear. After I pulled on my Kevlar jacket Jenny handed me my shotgun. I pulled my scarf down and I whispered for her to bar the door when I go out. I told her I would retreat to the truck if I needed to. I looked at them and whispered,” You will be safe in here; do not open the door until I tell you to.” I propped my shotgun against the door, pull the 9mm from its holster and handed it to Jenny.  I handed the .38 revolver to bobby. “I will want these back.” I whisper. I checked my waistband 9mm, flipped the safety off.

 

Picking up the Remington in my left hand I told Jenny to lift the bar and I eased the door open. I stepped out of the box and cautiously moved to the right.  I heard Jenny close the door and drop the bar in place. I still hadn’t located the Zombie. I moved around to the right side of the container, and I saw it. It was moving away from me along the side of the container. I rushed up behind it and I placed the shotgun to the back of its head and pulled the trigger.  The Zombies head exploded and the body crumpled to the ground.

 

About 200 meters down the road I see four more Zombies stumbling this way. I quickly surveyed the camp and didn’t see anymore of them in the immediate area.

 I have plenty of time before they get here so I yelled, “Bobby, Jenny, come out here. Bring your rifles with you.” They come running up to me with their rifles. They hand my pistols back to me. “Can you shoot those Zombies?” I ask. Bobby immediately takes aim and snaps off 3 shots as fast as he can work the lever, all of them are misses.  “Slow down Bobby, take careful aim then squeeze, don’t jerk the trigger.” Bobby fires off another shot and one Zombie falls forward but starts crawling toward us.  I tell Bobby, “As soon as they go down, target the next one.  You can walk up and finish a crawler.  Always shoot in this order, the runners first, and then the slower shufflers, the crawlers last.”

 

I look at Jenny and she is just staring at the Zombies.  I tell Jenny, “If you can’t shoot them, don’t worry Bobby and I will. But just remember, if they get close enough to bite you, they will. The people they used to be are dead. This is just the virus keeping them moving, kind of like they are possessed by aliens or demons. They are no longer living people.” Jenny looked me in the eyes and nodded. Then she raised the little CX4 Carbine and started firing at the Zombies.  I put my hand on Bobby’s shoulder. He stopped shooting.  Jenny dropped the other 3 Zombies after a 10 shot barrage.

 

The three of us walk over toward the Zombies. I tell them, ”The only way you can be sure Zombies are killed once and for all is by destroying their brain.”  I pull my 9mm and shoot each of the Zombies in the head. “You have to shoot them in the head or they can just get back up and attack.  And if you find yourself surrounded by them, you need to make sure they don’t get back up and come up behind you.” I tell them. Jenny’s eyes start to tear up and she said, “It just seems wrong, and ugly”.  I look over at her and say,”It is ugly, but remember, they will attack you, they will kill you, and then you will become one of them. I don’t want you to get to the point where you enjoy killing them. But remember, if you kill them to survive it’s not wrong.”

 

I inspect the four bodies in the road.  The first is a young woman in a vest from a home improvement store. “Is there a Home Depot around here?” I asked. Jenny replied, “I don’t think so. The closest one is in Gettyville, about 45 minutes away from here.” I pull the wallets from the pockets of the other three Zombies; all of them have Gettyville addresses. I dragged their bodies to the side of the road and tossed their wallets on the bodies. I grab the heels of the one by the container and drag him to the pile of bodies.

 

I walked over to the truck, unlock and open the passenger door. Pulling the road map from the glove box, I locate Gettyville; it is about 18 miles southeast of here. I marked the kills on the map and marked Gettyville. Refolding the map I returned it to the glove box.

 

I hooked up the trailer to the truck and backed it up to the back of the container. I connected the trailer winch to the container and pulled it up onto the trailer. Pulling the binders from a storage box on the trailer, I tied the container securely to the trailer. I stood back and admired my work. If it had some gun slots, I would have the perfect Zombie proof RV. At least we will have somewhere to sleep without fear of getting bit in our sleep.

 

 I checked my spare fuel barrels, one was full but the other was down to half full.  I still had ¾ of a tank in the truck. But I topped it off from my spare barrel of fuel. Although ¾ of a tank should get me home, I prefer to fill up before starting home. I liked to keep the tank topped off, I sure didn’t want to run out of gas surrounded by Zombies because I had to take an unexpected detour. My plan was to cut over to 99 and head south. ”I need to make a few stops first. But then I’ll take you guys back to the neighborhood and get you settled in.” I tell Jenny and Bobby.

 

 The truck had no problem pulling the trailer but I needed to keep in mind the handling would be affected. No quick swerving or stops with it back there. I came north on highway 5, it bypassed most of the smaller cities and towns. I planned on returning home by highway 99. It was the old road and it goes right through a couple medium sized cities and several small towns.

 

  The first small town, Los Robles, was pretty much a wide spot in the road, a couple stores, a post office, and a gas station. I stopped at the gas station , opened the filler cap on the under ground diesel tank. I fed the hose of my electric pump down connected the pump outlet to my spare fuel barrel and switched on the pump. I kept lowering the hose until I heard fuel splashing in to the barrel. When the fuel neared the top of my barrel I switched off the pump, and I pulled up the hose. I closed the cap to the storage tank; I coiled my hose and tossed it in my storage box. I replaced the cap on my spare fuel barrel. I got back in the truck and pulled out onto the highway and continued south on highway 99.

 

At the next small town I spotted a store with a large sign that read “Groceries & Hunting Supplies” slowed down and stopped at the store. Without  warning a shot rang out and a bullet smacked the driver side fender. I floored the truck and I heard additional shots being fired but detected no hits. The container on the trailer shielded the truck from any more bullet hits. I drove on down the highway. “I guess we’ll take our business else where” I tell Bobby. “Aren’t you going to stop and see if they need help?” asks Bobby. “I’ll stop next time I come through. Right now I probably would just return fire.” I tell him. Jenny said,” They are probably just scared.” “Maybe, But how many Zombies have you seen driving?” I asked her. We need to get you guys geared up before we get into a gun battle. “Geared up?” asks Bobby. “Yeah, you need some Kevlar vest and stuff before you start getting shot at. You also need some protective gear before you engage Zombies in close quarter battles.”

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                               Zombie tracker (continued)

About 4 hours later I turned the truck onto the road leading to the neighborhood. At the perimeter gate I saw my friend Jack, Rob is there as well. I rolled down my window, “any problems?” he asks. “No, I found some Zombies but they were all within a 30 mile radius of their homes. And I found a couple survivors living at a farm house north of Gettyville.” Both Jack and Rob glance at the kids. ” Are there any empty places where they can crash till I get them settled?” I reply. “Sure, your house is empty; Mindie and I took the place two houses up from yours. I thought we would give your place back to you.” Jack said. “Ok”, I laughed. “I thought you would never leave.” I said. “Stop by my place when your shift ends, ok?” “Hey man… that’s weird, you miss me already.” laughed Jack. “Bite me, Jack. You stop by too Rob”, I said. They both agreed to stop by. I drove on down the street to my driveway.

When I reached my place, I backed the trailer into the drive and parked it beside my shop. “Let’s go inside, and clean up before the guys get here.” I told the kids. “You can take this room Jenny.” I said, as I walked her back to the guest room. I reached into the closet and grabbed some of my clothes. “Just throw all my stuff from the dresser into a box. I gave Jack and Mindie my room when we first arrived. Now that they’ve moved out I can go back to my own room”, I told her. “We have a community generator for power so you can take a hot shower if you want to. The towels are in the vanity. There’s even a hair dryer under the bathroom sink.” I said as Bobby slipped past me carrying Jenny’s suitcase to her room. I walked over to what had been my office/computer room. “We’ll fix up this room for you, Bobby. But you’ll have to sleep on the sofa tonight. Tomorrow we’ll check the empty houses to find a bed for you.” I told him. “Ok, no problem.” he said.

 

In about 30 minutes there was a knock at the door; Jack, Mindie and Rob stood on the porch. Jenny, Bobby and I were just sitting down to eat some soup. Mindie set down a plate of fried chicken. “WOW!”  Bobby and I said at the same time. “Jack I’m sorry about that bite me comment, I really do miss you if you get to eat like this. Where did you get chicken?” I asked. “You can thank Rob for that.” said Mindie. Rob, who had been staring at jenny looked over at me sheepishly and said” I knew where an egg farm was down south so I stopped by hoping some chickens had escaped their cages. Sure enough I trapped about 15 in the first day. By the time I needed to leave the next day, I had over 50 chickens. The only problem was I couldn’t find any roosters. On the way home I saw a scrawny little rooster running around a house by the highway. It took me about two hours but I finally caught him. Now he’s so pleased with his situation I can't keep him run off my porch, I guess he wants to thank me. Rob added “Jack and I made some traps and a big cage. We went back down there and were able to catch over a 100 more chickens.” “Jack, Rob, and some others went out and rounded up six cows, two bulls and a couple of horses from surrounding farms. While you were gone.” said Mindie. “We will have milk if we can find a good way to distribute it safely and fairly. We can use the horses to save tractor fuel.” She added. “Man, I leave for a couple weeks and you guys really start getting organized.” I laughed.

 

Rob looked back at Jenny. “I’m sorry guys; this is Jenny and Bobby Collier. I found them “holed up” in a farm house about 30 miles northwest of Gettyville. Gettyville is about 120 miles north of here. And this is Jack, Mindie and Rob.” I told Bobby and Jenny. After we ate, Rob handed Jack and I each a beer. ”I always stop at that market you showed me in Chico.” said Rob. Mindie and Jenny were talking. Jenny was telling Mindie about their hiding in the attic.

 Then Mindie started telling Jenny of how she and Jack ended up here in the community.

 Jack, Rob, Bobby and I got up and went outside. “How old are the kids?” Rob asked. “I don’t know…., the girl is 15 or 16 I guess and Bobby is…... how old are you Bobby?” I asked. “Jenny’s 17 and I’m 12, I’ll be 13 in December.” Bobby said.  Rob smiled then said, ”nice trailer you’ve got there.” We walked over and the three of us looked it over and discussed possible improvements. Rob said, “What if you mounted to the frame of the truck like a camper. Then you could get into the truck without getting out and walking around the container? It would be heavy but this diesel could handle it. That might be handy if you woke up surrounded by Zombies.”  “I think I’ll just pick up a heavier truck maybe a 2 or 2 1/2 ton next time I’m in Chico. “I’m afraid this ones suspension couldn’t handle the load that well.” I said. “I need to be able to see out without opening the door too. I had to go out and find the Zombie I heard one morning, luckily there was only one and he wasn’t waiting at the door for me.” I said.

 

            That night as Jenny Bobby and I sat around the table, Jenny kept asking me about Rob, “How old is he, what did he do before this Zombie thing happened, does he have a wife or girlfriend, where does he live?” I finally had to throw up my hands and stop her, “I don’t know” I said. Why didn’t you ask him?” I said.  “I just met him, I couldn’t” Jenny said. “Ok, ok I’ll find out.” I said. “Don’t tell him I was asking, I’d be so humiliated and embarrassed” Jenny said.

 

“We need to talk about you two, who will you live with, you need to be with a family” I said. “We’ll live here with you; you’re the closest thing we have to a family now. We know we’re safe with you. We can help you around here. I can help you with work. We can clean your house and Jenny can cook.” Bobby said. Jenny nodded her head in agreement. Jenny looked at me and said”Our folks are probably dead, like Grandpa right?” “Yes I’m afraid so, If they had gotten out in time like Jack, Mindie and I, they should have arrived at your Grandfather’s but you probably will never be positive.” I told her.  “But you guy can certainly stay here, you can stay as long as you want.” I said. I wasn’t sure about having kids under foot. But I was getting use to having them around to talk to. And I did feel some what responsible for them now. “Lets sleep on it for a while; we can talk some more tomorrow. I’m going to bed; I’ll see you in the morning.” I said. I stood up and walked to my room. Jenny settled into the guest bedroom. Bobby went to make his bed on the sofa.

 

            The next morning I went over to talk to jack “I need to work some guard shifts so I can have about two weeks free.  I want to check Zombie movement patterns out of Sacramento. I want to see if Rob will come too. I need to go into the city for some ammo and other supplies.”  Sure he said, “Are you ok with back to back shifts?” he asked. “I don’t care; I just want to get back out. I’m concerned about the pattern I’m seeing in the Zombie’s spread, I don’t want a couple hundred or couple thousand to show up on our door steps one day without our knowing it’s going to happen” I told him.

 

Over the next 2 months Rob and I picked up a new truck in Chico and spent a lot of time working double shifts in order to free ourselves of mandatory guard and patrol duties. When we were off shift Rob was usually at my place working on the container or visiting Jenny.

 

After two grueling months we had logged enough shifts to take a month off. We had also completed modifications to the container and had it mounted to the new truck. We cut gun slots with covers we could close and lock, a remote start/kill switch for the generator and some exhaust fans for cooling, and a pass thru into the truck cab if we need to get away rather than fight. The small generator was also shielded and attached to the truck. After we inspected the unit one last time, we were walking back to my house when Bobby rushed up eating a sandwich. “Where did you get the bread Bobby?” I asked. “Jenny made it. Jenny says nobody wants a wife that can’t cook.” he said.

 

 We went into the house where Jenny was in the kitchen humming a tune. Pots, pans clattered as she worked. “Wash up Bobby, supper is almost ready.” she said. Jenny walked into the living room. Oh! She exclaimed seeing Rob. They were both red faced as I looked back and forth between them. Jenny walked over to Rob and whispered “Did you ask him?” “Not yet, give me time.” he said. “Ask who, what?” I said. Rob looked at me and blurted “We want to get live together as man and wife, if you approve”. He said. “Damn, I was going to ask her to be my wife. She can cook and everything.” I said. Then I smiled at her shocked look and said “Of course I approve. But I need you to wait till after this trip, I need Rob to come with me. I want to track some more Zombie travels. And I want to be here in case you come running home after seeing how a single guy keeps his house.

 

 We should be gone 2 or 3 weeks no more than that.” I told them.  “Bobby asked, “Can I come?” “No, I said.  You have to stay here and protect your sister”, I winked at Jenny. “We will try to find you a Kevlar vest or jacket though. You will also need a helmet with a face shield or at least glasses and some sort of scarf to protect your face.” I said.  Maybe even a new dress for Jenny.” Rob said.   After eating supper, Rob and I decided to head south to check for Zombies between Chico and Yuba City. I wanted to see if they were searching for food or had chased people and were continuing in the same direction similar to their mindless attack method.

 

            Rob and I loaded our gear and pulled out the next day. I drove south on Highway 5 stopping at any isolated farm houses or residence we found. We also did a recon on four small farm communities. We identified two groups of survivors in these small towns. We noted their locations on my map but didn’t try to make contact. After a week on the road we had killed a couple dozen Zombies, none more than 20 miles from their ID addresses.  When we were about 10 miles North of Sacramento Then we took an exit and parked the truck on a levy road surrounded by rice fields. From this base camp I used my binoculars to scan the area. I can see a couple of rice processing plants and a few scattered farm houses, but didn’t spot any zombies. At least there weren’t mobs of thousands of Zombies rushing back and fourth searching for the living to feed upon.

 

From the spare fuel barrels we had attached to the trucks flatbed I topped off my fuel tank. “We need to find a source of diesel,” I told Rob. I like to keep the tanks top off just in case we need to leave in a hurry. The rest of the day we drove from farm to farm finally I spotted an elevated diesel tank. These tanks were gravity feed so no power was needed. They were usually just a couple of barrels on their sides and elevated to make them high enough to gravity fill a tractor tank. I pulled up next to the filler hose for the tank, jumped out grabbed my bolt cutters took care of the lock, removed the and handle I pulled the trigger and diesel spills out on the ground, so that I could see the tank had plenty of fuel in it. I Handed the hose to Rob who had removed the caps on my spare fuel barrels.

 

I spotted the shambler coming around the corner of the outbuilding building. As the shambler approached I pulled the loop holding the revolver from around my neck, taking aim I put one round in to his head at 10 feet. The popping sound told me the homemade silencer worked pretty well. The soup can sized silencer duct taped to the barrel required I wear the S&W .38 attached to a cord around my neck since I could no longer holster it. But it was quieter than before and probably wouldn’t draw any more infected or shamblers my way. I walked over and pulled his wallet out of his pocket and checked his license. I turning it in my hand I told Rob” he‘s a local boy”. I tossed the wallet and ID onto the body.  I walked back to my truck the tank was full and Rob moved started filling the second barrel. Inside of 25 min. We had filled the truck and 2 spare drums of fuel, not too bad. Rob handed the handle down to me I hung the handle back on the tank.

 

It was time to hit the road to do the rest of my shopping. After a quick glance at the map, Rob said,”Turn left at the end of the drive, we can catch road 25 and enter Sacramento through an industrial section.” In about 15 minutes we were passing building after building, we attracted a following of about 25 runner Zombies. “We probably need to thin these guys out” I told Rob. “Ok, no problem” said Rob. I accelerated till there were about 300 meters between us and the group and stopped the truck, Rob leveled the scoped .308 Winchester. And started making head shots. Using the scope Rob was able to make 6 head shots. “Hold on, I’m moving the truck” I said. I put the truck in gear and moved forward until there was about 300 meters separating us from the running crowd. I stopped the truck, “Go” I shouted. This time Rob was able to take out 10 more. "I’m moving again.” I shout at Rob. "Go, go, go!” He yelled. I look in the rear view mirror and one of the runners is closing quickly on the truck.  Just as he jumps for the truck bed, I pull the truck into gear again and moved forward. Fortunately the runner missed the truck bed by inches, by the time he had regained his feet we were rapidly out distancing him. At about 300 meters I stopped again.  Rob jumped out and started shooting again. They were getting close and Rob had dropped 7 more, I swung open my door and started shooting, the final one dropped about 30 feet from the truck. “Damn, I never encountered so many runners before.”

 

 He said. “Look up there”, said and pointed to a group of at least 50 runners were racing toward the truck. We got back inside the truck and I whipped a u-turn and re-traced or route a few blocks I slowed the truck and turned to Rob. “I guess that’s why the military didn’t just clear out the cities. How bad do you think it is inside the cities?” I said. “It must have been bad if they dropped nukes” said Rob. The last newscast on TV Had said they were dropping them on N.Y., L.A., Seattle, and Frisco. “Let’s lead these guys south for a while then hook around north when we’re out of their sight.” I told him. “Yeah, I sure wouldn’t want to look up and see that coming toward the gate at home” said Rob.

 

 “Rob, find us a route south then a route we can use to sneak back toward the north.” I said. Go right at the next block go 3 blocks then right again” said Rob. I slowed down till the mob had closed the distance some what. I turned right drove a block and wait on the mob. I wanted to make sure they followed us. And were headed south, when they lost sight of us. I continued this process until we had lured them south for a couple miles then I accelerated out of their view and turned in an easterly direction. Ahead I spotted several vehicles blocking the road. “What’s this coming up here?” I said. Rob grabbed the binoculars and said, ”Road block, looks to police cars only. It doesn’t appear to be manned though”.

 

As we drew closer to the road block we could see the bodies lying among the vehicles. “Looks as though they put up a good fight” said Rob. I made a u-turn and backed the truck up to the road block. There were cement barriers setup to require a vehicle to weave thru in order to pass. Police cars were parked across the section facing away from where we were parked. “What the hell were they trying to defend?” I asked. “Looks like they were defending the industrial area” said Rob. “It just doesn’t make any sense. Let’s look around, ok. Just keep your eyes open there seem to be plenty of runners around here” I said.

 

 I reached into the truck bed and removed my pry bar from my tool bin. I popped the trunk on the closest police cruiser there was an M4 with 6 clips and several boxes of 5.56 rounds. “Rob, look at this” I yell holding up the M4 carbine. Lets start popping these trunks open; I’ve got weapons and ammo here.” We found 6 police shotguns several boxes of shells, 5 m4's and over 700 rounds of 5.56 ammo. We loaded the shotguns, carbines, and ammo in to the back seat of the truck.

 

Rob and I got back in truck and started slowly to drive down the street. Rob continued to scan the side streets using the binoculars. “Hey wait, back up and turn down this street”, said Rob. “I saw another road block it looks like military vehicles.”, Added Rob. I back up the truck and make a right turn down the street and stop “See any thing moving down there?” I asked Rob. “No, not yet, Lets go slow though I’ll keep looking as we advance.” he said. “Hold up, I see one.” Rob says. Rob swings his door open hops down to the pavement and kneeling brings up his scoped .308 and fires, the Zombie drops. Hopping back into the passenger seat Rob says “Ok, let’s check it out.” I stop the truck about 5 feet form a military m1117 APC. Rob approaches it cautiously Rob looks into the open back there are 2 soldiers dead and partially eaten inside. Rob drags them out the back of the vehicle. I strip the kevlar vest from the bodies and toss them back into the APC.  I hear Rob fire the APC up. “This thing has almost a half tank of fuel” he yells over the revving engine. Rob Shifts the APC into reverse and eases it past my truck. Rob guns the engine and puts it in gear and races off down the street. At the corner rob turns and comes back pulling along side the truck. “I need this!” He says as he swings thru the side opening. “It would make moving through Zombie infested areas safer” I said.

 

 As we searched the vehicles in this road block we found 6 M4’s and about 3000 more rounds of 5.56 ammo and 4 kevlar vest               in the various vehicles. We even found a container of grenades in the APC.  I walked over to the building closest to the road block and tried the door. Unlocked, I turned the knob and opened the door. The runner was on me before I could react. I threw my arm up and he clamped his teeth down on my forearm, I fumbled for my waistband 9mm I fired three times into his chest and he slumped onto me, with effort I was able to wiggle out from under him. Fortunately the padding in my Kevlar jacket forearms stopped the teeth from breaking the skin. I stood up and put a 9mm round into the Zombies forehead before he could re-animate.

 

I turn around and Rob is watching me. Without lowering his pistol He said “did you get bit?” “No, my body armor save me this time” I told him. I saw him and lower his gun. I stripped the forearm guard off and showed him the teeth marks on it, then turned my arm to let him see for himself, no wound. At this point he visibly relaxed Rob said “I guess I do get carried away with precaution sometimes. I sure didn’t want to have to tell Jenny I shot you. I would have to keep my eyes open around Bobby and Jack too.” I told him “No problem, I’d shoot you in a minute if you were bit.” We both chuckled, nice world ain’t it.” said Rob.


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Had to read this again to refresh my memory as to what was happening in this story. Good stuff keep the updates comin like the story so far


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this is an awsome story keep it up man, wouldve posted earlier but i just finished.

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This is a great story!  Everything about it holds my attention. Looking forward to future updates.


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Here is the sixth part of Zombie Tracker.

Zombie Tracker (continued)


Rob and I entered the building. From the looks of things it had been an operations center. Tables were setup in rows, phones and computers lined the table tops. From the over turned computers, phones, and papers strewn over the floor it was evident that fighting, looting, or a very hurried evacuation had occurred here. There were maps posted on the walls that had areas of the city shaded. From the looks of the patterns that had been shaded on the map and from notes jotted down on post-its stuck around on the maps they had been tracking the spread of the virus. Two distinct patterns where shaded radiating from two hospitals. The dates and times on the shaded areas were dated showing a growth pattern updated hourly for 4 days. It was amazing; the whole city had been over run and had either fallen or was abandoned as lost in only 4 days.

 

After looking around the room for a few minutes Rob said “let’s take the APC and make a run into Sacramento”. “OK, we can leave the truck here and pick it up on the way back.” I said. Rob climbed into the APC, fired it up and closed the rear ramp, he slid the window open and said come on let’s take this thing to town. I grabbed 2 M4’s and a couple boxes of ammunition and about 10 full magazines for them and entered the side hatch and closed and secured it.

 

Rob pulled the APC through the road block and we roared off toward downtown. It was total devastation as we neared the downtown area. Wrecked cars and trucks littered almost every intersection. There were shells of burnt buildings. There were decomposing bodies littering the sidewalks and roadway. There were slow zombies every where, some were missing limbs but when they became aware of us the started their howling and crawled and stumbled in our direction  as we continued down the street. I stood up and opened the turret hatch and watched them chasing after us. In a couple of minutes I spotted the first of the fast zombies running after us. Rob accelerated and we quickly outdistanced them as well.  We turned right; and in a block turned right again retracing our trip but offset by a block.

 

Then I saw someone on the roof of a building, they were waving a white flag of some kind. I yelled for Rob to stop. The APC braked to a halt and I looked around. I didn’t see any of the fast Zombies sprinting our way just a few of the slower ones. I ducked down, closed and secured the turret hatch, and told Rob what I had seen. I grabbed a M4  locked a clip into the gun and stuffed 4 or 5 more clips in my pocket and opened the side hatch. I swung out onto the ground, double checked for fast zombies then sprinted to the front doors of the building. They weren’t locked. I Called to Rob to back the APC up to the door. I told Rob I would go up and check for survivors. Rob said he would man the turret and try to fight them off. I said just button up, play dead and wait for me. "No problem,” Rob said,”I’ll just hole up inside the APC."

 

I looked through the stairwell door window. The stairs appeared to be clear. I opened the door and started up the stairs. At the first landing I looked through the window on a door labeled “2nd FLOOR” but didn’t see anything or any one moving. I repeated this procedure for 5 more floors before I saw a face looking back at me it was a Zombie and it started beating on the door. I remembered Ward’s suicide note. He had written that his son Tom didn’t try to open the door he just beat on the door. Five floors later I came to a windowless door labeled Roof. I tried the knob it turned, I pushed the door hard, and it swung back and banged against the wall. I yelled “Is there anyone here?”

 

A dirty guy in a ragged white shirt jumped in front of the door opening with a piece of pipe pulled back like a baseball bat. “Whoa there fella” I said. Do you want help or trouble? He lowered the piped and said “Thank God you finally got here. What took you so damn long? We thought we were going to starve up here.” “I just happened to driving past when I saw you waving the flag.” I told him. “How the hell did you last this long.” “We went to the basement and broke into the café’s storage room, plenty of canned food to eat but we had to ration the bottled water.”  He said. “How many are there up here with you?” I ask. “There are six all together, me my name is Luther, Sid the security guard and 4 women Jamie, Elizabeth, Betty, & Veronica.” he said. “No one infected?” I ask. “The third day a guy came down with a fever but we shut him into a storage cage in the basement. He turned Zombie on the fifth day, no one else got sick.” said Luther. “I’m Ralph and my partner is Rob he’s down stairs in the APC at the door. We were just scouting the area when we decided to checkout the downtown area.

 

 If you want to take me and introduce me to the rest we’ll take anyone who wants, to a safe haven about 150 miles from here.” I said. “You mean you’re not one of the military evacuation teams? “, he said, “OK, I’m sure everyone will be glad to go anywhere away from here.” As we walked out on the roof I noticed umbrellas tables placed against a wall. That’s where we spend most of our time sitting around at the tables, more surplus from the café storage room. I saw 3 women and an older guy sitting there. “I thought you said there were six of you?” I ask. “Oh, Veronica is still on watch duty.” Luther told me. “Well if you get her we can discuss my offer to take you out of here.” I said. Luther hurried off across the roof, returning accompanied by a tall woman. I presented my offer to everyone and the only one that was hesitant was Sid. Sid said, “I guess I’ll stay here, I’m too old to be of much help and my bad knee would just slow you down. The food and water will last a long time with just me to eat it.” I told him.” Sid, in the haven we have created there are several elderly people much older than you, and at least 2 invalids, everyone that’s capable finds some way to contribute to the community. There’s plenty you can so you are more than welcome to join us.” The women started badgering Sid to come along and he relented. After making sure the safety was on I gave Sid my holstered pistol and Luther my waistband pistol. I instructed each of them to not shoot unless I gave the go ahead. We worked our way back to the ground floor.

 

By now there were maybe 75 zombies banging on the APC. Keeping everyone out of sight I used one of the  walkie talkies we had found at the road block to ask for Rob to draw the zombies a safe distance away. He could return and we load into the APC. Hopefully we could get inside it before the Zombies could return and surround the vehicle again.  Rob started the APC and roared off down the street, crushing at least 5 Zombies in the process. At about 300 meters Rob opened the turret door and fired his M4 at the Zombies to attract their attention. The zombies that were able, raced off or stumbled off in hot pursuit. Rob closed the turret, and drove off up the street. Rob turned right at the first cross street the Zombies still in pursuit. After about 10 minutes Rob returned, stopping in front of our building.

 

 I pushed the double doors open and rob lowered the rear door/ramp and backed the APC tail  through the open door way I started hustling everyone inside. I jumped in, and yelled for Rob to close up and take off. As we pulled away from the building I retrieved my 9mm from Luther and fired at two running Zombies that were almost upon us. Both dropped from multiple shots to the chest. Rob was having a great time, the brush guards and forward armor was more than capable of withstanding the impact of the Zombies. Rob would lead the Zombies on a chase then circle the block and just mow them down from behind. Soon the only zombies chasing us were slow ones. Rob having run the fast ones down using his block circling technique.

 

 When he had led them south a sufficient distance Rob made a long lazy circle and backtracked to the road block where we had left my truck. Rob still had a half tank of fuel but we topped it off before leaving for a less populated area.  We drove the 50 miles back where we had parked on the levee. Rob and I scanned the area looking for any sign of zombies but noted nothing.

 

 Rob and Luther drove the APC to the closest farm house we had search earlier and picked up some blankets and pillows. At least everyone would stay warm and comfortable for the night. When they returned I had started supper. I emptied 4 cans of chili into the cooking pot and heated it wasn’t haute cuisine but at least it was filling and we were all used to it by now.  After supper we went into the container RV and sat around getting to know each other, and telling our stories of survival since the virus began.

 

While Rob talked with the women and got their stories I talked with Luther. Luther told me that he had lived in Sacramento for the last 15 years and was very familiar with the area. I had Luther mark up my Sacramento city map noting for me various stores, sporting goods, tool, and grocery stores. I also had him note any farm equipment, truck sales, mark any gas stations he could remember. He was also able to mark the location of the National Guard armory and a state road work staging yard.

 

We decided Sid and the women should to sleep in the container, I would sleep in the truck, and Rob and Luther could bunk in the APC. If we woke up surrounded by Zombies we could just drive away without having to get out. The night passed uneventfully. Based on the giggling coming from the container I was a little jealous of Sid having all that company.

 

            The next morning Rob said he wanted to go into Sacramento and check out some of the places Luther had noted on my map. He and I discussed what he should try to check out. We agreed the on National Guard Armory, and a couple sporting goods stores. Before he could close the window I told him  “be careful, don’t get into too much trouble, you can’t be sure how Luther will react under pressure.”

 

Rob turned the ignition switch on the big APC to start position, it roared to life.  “Ok if I climb up into the turret?” Luther said. “Sure, take these binoculars and scan around and look for Zombies.” Rob said. Rob backed the APC down the levee road to the cross road. Rob shifted the vehicle into forward. Spinning the tires he ran down the dirt road then eased out onto the pavement. The speedometer said 80, that must be kilometers, about 50 mph, as top heavy as this thing is that’s fast enough he thought.

 

Five miles out of Sacramento Rob saw the first Zombie. It was stumbling across the highway. Rob ran it down at full speed. Rob continued south on highway 5 then turned east on interstate 80. Rob spotted a large shopping mall. “I need to pickup some things.” Ron Shouted to Luther. As Rob pulled up to an entrance he noted the security bars had not been closed. “Take that 50 cal. And see if you can open the mall doors” Rob said. “No problem, I’ll do what I can.” Luther said. After about 3 minutes of .50 caliber fire Luther stopped shooting. The glass and aluminum frame work was totally blown out of the mall entrance.

 

Rob navigated past the ruble and into the mall. Driving slowly thru the mall Rob spotted what he was looking for. Louise’s metro was an upscale women’s clothing store. Rob dismounted the APC thru the drivers side hatch. “Ok, Luther keep your eyes open for visitors. Since the security bars had not been lowered this mall must have been overrun before they could close it up.” Rob told Luther.

 

Rob grabbed some shopping bags from the register area and walking rack to rack started grabbing dresses, skirts, and blouses at random. Rob also scoped several arm loads of Jeans and tee shirts as well. “This should please Jenny and make the other neighborhood ladies happy as well.” Rob Said. Rob hit the lever to lower the rear door/ramp. Bag after bad was stacked into the APC. Rob asks Luther if there were any sporting goods shops here. Luther said,” Yes, ahead and to the left.”

 

Rob jumped behind the controls of the APC and they moved forward toward the center court of the mall. As Rob turned left at the center court they met a mob of possibly 200 Zombies, “button up” yelled Rob. Luther dropped down from the turret and slammed the hatch shut.  Although they were safe within the vehicle Rob decided the shopping mall was no longer a viable place for casual shopping.

 

Even with the 4x4 APC Rob had difficulty with traction, the mass of bodies between the tires and the cement floor was as slippery as ice. The Zombies pushing and pounding on the side of the APC was causing it to edge sideways, closer and closer into the store fronts and was making forward progress extremely slow. As the APC was pushed sideways the left rear tire caught on the window frame of a toy store and the whole APC pivoted hard to the right shattering the large glass window and then shot forward to the opposite side of the hallway where the floor was not as littered with crushed zombie bodies. Rob righted the vehicle and was able to start down the mall hallway toward the center court were he made a right turn. Rob was able to quickly out distance the Zombies in his race to the point he had entered the Mall.

 

Reaching the parking lot Rob turned the APC’s turret to face the Mall doorway. As the Zombies came into view he fire 2 RPG’s into the crowd. Then Rob went to work with the .50 caliber. After two or three minutes firing the .50 caliber, Zombies were no longer moving around the Mall entrance. Rob buttoned up the turret and restarted the APC and quickly accelerated to 70 km/h. Both Luther and Rob were laughing hysterically, “man that was close! I thought we were going to buy the farm back there.” Rob said. 500 meters from the parking lot Rob was finally starting to come down from the adrenalin rush. Thinking about the near death situation caused him to shake violently.  Rob let the APC slow to a stop and they both just sat for a minute in silence. “Right at the Highway” Luther said from the passenger seat. Rob looked over and said. “I’ve got to pee first”. “Yeah, I should probably should pee and maybe check my pants.” chucked Luther. 

 

Rob grabbed a M4 and inserting a clip charged the weapon, Luther repeated the same process. Rob said, “Ready? I’ll go out first, be ready to button back up if I get swarmed.” “No problem” Luther said. Rob hit the switch lowering the rear door and ran out. Rob pivoted 10 feet behind the APC and saw a Zombie that was just a torso and head pawing and waving its one arm stub in his direction. Rob pulled his 9mm pistol and shot it in the forehead. “All clear!” shouted Rob, Luther exited the APC and both of them walked around the APC to the right.  It appeared that only one Zombie had held on to the vehicle as they exited the mall.

 

Both survivors relieved themselves while watching for Zombies. Rob looked at the gore covered  APC and shook his head “maybe we should clean this thing up before taking it home.” He said. “There’s a creek about 2 miles up the road” Luther told him. “Great, we’ll call it decontamination; I don’t want to be teased for stopping to wash the car in the middle of a Zombie war.” laughed Rob.

 

At the creek Rob and Luther  roared up and down the shallow creek and were able to dislodge the majority of body parts from the under carriage, then throwing buckets of water, most of the remaining blood and bits and pieces rinsed off. After 20 minutes the APC was fairly clean of Blood and body parts. Rob and Luther drove up he bank and seeing about 20 Zombies on their trail, Rob mounted the turret and fired the .50 cal. at the mob after a 30 second burst most of the  Zombies were on the ground, a few  continued to stagger and crawl in their direction. Rob and Luther walked among the zombies firing M4 rounds into their heads.

 

Three hours later Rob and Luther drove up to the gate leading into our haven. Tom stuck his head out of the guard shack and yelled “Where the hell you been, sightseeing? Jenny comes up here every half hour and then Ralph shows up to take her home again. She driving me nuts, Ralph finally told her he would go look for you if you didn’t show up by 4:00. If Bobby started coming up here every 10 minutes I swear  was going to go look for you myself.” Rob just laughed and tossed Tom a six pack of beer. “Sorry for the trouble we were delayed by a couple zombies.” he said. Tom raised the gate and waved the six pack at Rob, “thanks” he shouted as Rob roll past him.

 

Rob pulled into my drive and killed the engine Jenny rushed out of the house and jumped on him as he swung out the driver’s door. Where have you been, uncle Ralph and I were coming to look for you. I had to stop and pick up a present for you he said. He opened the back door of the APC and started handing her bags of clothes.

 

Veronica came out and walked over to Luther and they walked away talking in hushed whispers. Then Luther said, “Is it ok? Of course it’s ok!” Ralph looked over toward them and said “you guys can take the bicycles and go on over to your place or Rob can drop you as he and Jenny go home. Really, Ralph? We can move in together now. “Sure, if it’s what you want” I told her.

 

“We’ll take the bikes if it’s ok” said Luther, we need to talk, he draped his arm around Veronicas shoulder and they walked over to the shop and grabbed 2 old  bikes and left. They started to their new place smiling and talking. Jenny said, ”Come on Betty, we’ll finish making supper and eat before Rob and I leave.”

 

 Rob said “Ralph lets go get the rest of the cloths out of the APC, why don’t you come too Bobby.” Once they were outside Rob told Ralph about the trouble in the mall. “Man, I thought we were goners. But Luther stayed steady and didn’t panic.” said Rob. “We used a lot of diesel on this trip. The APC fuel consumption is pretty high but we between the armor and fire power worth the extra fuel for trips areas of heavy Zombie infestation. If we hauled the trailer behind it we could make trips into Sacramento for some pretty large scale looting.” Rob said.


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Rob tossed a kevlar vest back to bobby “Hey Bobby, we found this at the road block and Ralph said you needed one.”  “I sure do!” Bobby said. Grabbing the kevlar vest and trying it on. “Now I can go with you right, Uncle Ralph?” asked Bobby. “Yeah I guess so, maybe we can take the trailer and gather some supplies for the community center.” I said. “Cool” said Bobby.  “Did everyone get settled in?” asked Rob. “Yes”, Ralph said, “Sid, Elizabeth, and Jamie took the house 3 house down the street from here and Luther and Veronica are staying a couple of houses from you. Betty is going to stay in Jenny’s old room for until she decides where she wants to stay”. Rob looked over at me smiled and said “Just one happy little family unit, huh”.

 

Ralph recounted the trip he and the others had experienced. He said, ‘We waited about an hour after Rob and Luther had taken off before starting north. About 8 miles from camp we met a Zombie stumbling down the highway toward us. I stopped the truck and Sid opened his door and swung down to the pavement. He knelt and took careful aim. Sid dropped the Zombie with a 3 shot burst from one of the M4’s. I jumped down from the truck walked over to the body and removed its wallet. I fished out his ID; he had a San Rafael address. I walked back to the truck and climbed behind the steering wheel. I tossed the ID onto the dash and we continued driving north.

 

 At the Zamora exit about 40 miles north of Sacramento We came across an accident. three autos and a big rig had tangled. I stopped, grabbed an M4 and asked Sid to do the same. We walked toward the closest car. The bodies of a woman and a little boy were in the car, they were both dead. They both had injuries probably sustained in the accident, but nothing appeared fatal, they had probably either bled to death or had died from dehydration. There were no apparent bites on either one of the bodies, the look and smell in side the car said they had lived many days trapped inside.

 

In the next car a Zombie was pounding on the window but was pinned in the vehicle by his seat belt. I put a couple of rounds through his skull. There was some movement from the back seat a Zombie that had been about 2 crawled out the window I had shattered and started toward Sid. Sid Just stood there looking at the baby Zombie advancing toward him. I swung the M4 up and fired two short burst into it. Sid jumped, finally coming out of his trance. “I didn’t think about there being baby Zombies” Sid stammered. “Yeah, they come in all shapes and sizes.” I said. “You just blot the baby part out of your mind and remember, that baby is dead, and I just destroyed a really short Zombie” I told him.

 

I walked to the driver and removed his ID, Zamora address. We walked over to the third vehicle. The driver was missing; a woman was dead in the passenger seat. The right side of her head was smashed she must have been hit by something in the accident.  I walked around and opened door on her side of the car, her purse was on the floor. I checked her ID, she had a Hayward address. I opened the glove box rifled through the papers. I located the registration San Rafael. Owners name was Clayton, same as the Zombie I killed back down the road 40 miles. I went to my truck and extracted my map I drew a line from Clayton the Zombie to the location of the wrecked the Clayton car.

 

Veronica rolled down her window and said,” Ralph, can we get out for awhile? I mean is it safe? “Sure just keep your eyes open and stay close to the truck and let Sid or I know if you see anything.” I said. Everybody piled out. Sid was over by the semi tractor. I heard a M4 burst. “The truck driver was pinned between the steering wheel and the seat, but he was trashing around trying to free himself.” SID said.

 

 “Ralph!” Yelled someone from the right side of the truck I rushed toward the sound. Betty was looking and pointing up the road to Zamora there were about a dozen Zombies stumbling toward us. I opened the truck door and extracted Rob’s scoped .306. I braced the rifle on the bumper and started firing. I told Sid to load everyone into  the truck and then to grab a gun. I told Veronica, “Just head north, the destination is marked on my map if anything happens to us just leave, don’t try to save us or help us. Just start the truck and drive away. Don’t get out of the truck until you get there.” Sid grabbed a M4 and started firing at the Zombies. I took aim and continued firing. I tried for head shots, until they were about 50 feet away. There were still 5 or six Zombies advancing toward us. I switched to a M4 and started taking the legs out from under the Zombies. When the Zombies were all either dead or crawling I took my 9mm and put a round in each head. I walked back to the truck, we were ready to pull out. When everyone was loaded we continued north. “Aren’t you go to bury them?” Jamie asked. “If they were close enough to smell I would burn the bodies. But  the’ve caused me to work hard enough already.  Out here, there are enough wild dogs and coyotes to take care of the bodies and I like to think I’m doing my part to feed the wild creatures of the world.” I said.

 

 I turned onto the road leading to the neighborhood and stopped at the gate. Jason and Tom were manning the gate. Jason I remember from our first neighborhood meeting. I only had a passing acquaintance with him. I had seen him around the drying shed that had now become our neighborhood community center and meeting hall. Tom I knew pretty well, he was my next door neighbor.  “How’s it going guys, incidents or sightings since I was away?” I asked, “No, not really. Where’s Rob?“ Tom said. A look of concern flashed across his face. “He found an APC and wanted to explore scout out some areas in Sacramento before returning. He should be along in the next couple of hours. Do you know if there are any open houses?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure there are but I think Fred is down at the community center.” said Tom. Tom opened the gate and we passed through, at the community center we piled out of the truck. We walked into the large room and Fred was sitting at a desk working on some papers. “Welcome back stranger, what’s this are you still finding people alive out there?” laughed Fred. “Yeah, they can hide but Rob and I find them anyway.” I said. “Are there open houses available?” I asked. “We still have six empty houses, plus three more belonging to the families that pulled out the first week. I guess they can be considered empty after this amount of time.” Fred said.

 

I wrote down the house numbers of open houses. Fred looked over at the group and said, “how many places do you folks need?” “Veronica, spoke up first Luther and I would like a place, Elizabeth the youngest said,” I’ll stay with Sid we’ve grown close and I feel safe with him.” “Me too” said Jamie, “If it’s ok” “Sure” said Elizabeth. Betty didn’t say anything it occurred to me that she hadn’t spoken much the whole time I had been around them. “What about you Betty, what’s your preference?” I ask. I don’t care was all she said then looked down at her shoes. “Well, you can stay with Bobby and I till you decide what you want to do”. Is that ok with you? “Yes, I would like that.” she said.

 

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Just thought I'd let you know that I am enjoying your story.  Keep up the great work.
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                **** Here is the eight and last installment  ****

 I turned onto the road leading to the neighborhood and stopped at the gate. Jason and Tom were manning the gate. Jason I remember from our first neighborhood meeting. I only had a passing acquaintance with him. I had seen him around the drying shed that had now become our neighborhood community center and meeting hall. Tom I knew pretty well, he was my next door neighbor.  “How’s it going guys, incidents or sightings since I was away?” I asked, “No, not really. Where’s Rob? “Tom said. A look of concern flashed across his face. “He found an APC and wanted to explore scout out some areas in Sacramento before returning. He should be along in the next couple of hours. Do you know if there are any open houses?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure there are but I think Fred is down at the community center.” said Tom. Tom opened the gate and we passed through, at the community center we piled out of the truck. We walked into the large room and Fred was sitting at a desk working on some papers. “Welcome back stranger, what’s this are you still finding people alive out there?” laughed Fred. “Yeah, they can hide but Rob and I find them anyway.” I said. “Are there open houses available?” I asked. “We still have six empty houses, plus three more belonging to the families that pulled out the first week. I guess they can be considered empty after this amount of time.” Fred said.

 

I wrote down the house numbers of open houses. Fred looked over at the group and said, “how many places do you folks need?” “Veronica, spoke up first Luther and I would like a place, Elizabeth the youngest said,” I’ll stay with Sid we’ve grown close and I feel safe with him.” “Me too” said Jamie, “If it’s ok” “Sure” said Elizabeth. Betty didn’t say anything it occurred to me that she hadn’t spoken much the whole time I had been around them. “What about you Betty, what’s your preference?” I ask. I don’t care was all she said then looked down at her shoes. “Well, you can stay with Bobby and I till you decide what you want to do”. Is that ok with you? “Yes, I would like that.” she said.

 

            Life marched on at its normal pace in our neighborhood enclave. Every third or fourth day I worked a guard shift at the gate or as roving perimeter patrol. We had a fairly secure compound but had to be vigilant against wandering Zombie incursions. Bobby (who I had come to think of as son) was anxious to work a guard shift, but I only agreed to allow him to work day gate guard shifts with Rob, his sister’s husband, or myself for now. On the nights I worked a guard shift Bobby stayed home and kept Betty company. Jenny was staying full time with Rob now. Bobby usually stayed with his sister Jenny on the nights Rob worked a shift.

 

When May rolled around, the food supply at the community center was getting low so I decided Bobby and I would take the trailer and get some supplies in Yuba City. Bobby was thirteen now and needed a manhood ritual to show everyone he was an adult now. Bobby and I hit the road about 5:00 am on a clear May morning. The trip was only about 3 hours. We pulled into town and I backed the trailer up to the doors of a large chain grocery store.

 

I told Bobby to check his weapons. Bobby checked his 9mm he locked and loaded a full clip and stuffed 6 or 7 more clips in his coverall pockets, and then he repeated the operation with his M4. Bobby looked over at me and I nodded smiling. I repeated the procedure on my own weapons. We dismounted the truck and walked to the front doors of the store. I checked the doors, they were locked. I said “Good, this means we won’t find an empty looted store.” I walked to the truck and grabbed my wreaking bar. I jammed the bar between the doors and levered them apart, I kicked at lock level. The door swung inward. “Let’s go, watch your front, and at the end of aisles make at least three fast steps through before pivoting and checking your left and right. I said to Bobby “First we check the store aisles for Zombies, then we grab food. Be careful, there could be infected employees or even infected customers” I cleared the first aisle and was half way thru the second when I heard shots being fired.

 

 I jogged to the end of the aisle and started across the store in the direction of the shots. As I turned the corner I saw Bobby lying on the floor blood was soaking through his shirt from his left bicep. Another shot sounded and I saw the muzzle flash from the butchers room behind the meat counter. I looked back at Bobby who had scooted over against the shelving.  I inched back to the end of the shelf and ran toward the last aisle.

 

 As I rounded the aisle, I met two individuals dressed in military fatigues. I brought up my M4 and fired two sweeping bursts, both individuals dropped to the floor. To guarantee they stayed down, I paused long enough to put a bullet into each guys head. I grabbed their rifles. I continued down the aisle and vaulted over the meat counter at the back of the store. I rushed forward and kicked the door open to the butchers work area. There was a guy dressed similar to the two I had encountered in the first aisle. I brought up the M4 but before I could fire the guy dropped his rifle and started screaming “I give up, I give up.” “How many of you guys are in here! “I Yelled. “Just me and two other guys.” He answered. “Ok, climb over the counter and let’s check the kid.” I said.

 

 We climb over the meat counter and move over to the aisle where Bobby is lying. I bend down to look at Bobby’s arm wound. I looked up at my prisoner and said “Take off your shirt then remove your shoes and pants.” The guy starts to protest and I bring up my M4 and the pants got peeled off.  Bobby sits up and I tell him to remove his shirt, it looks like a flesh wound. I told my prisoner to go and get some bandaging gauze, alcohol and iodine from the medicine aisle.

 

 “Won’t he run away?” asks Bobby. “I wouldn’t want to be out there without clothes, shoes, or a weapon would you?” I said. The prisoner returned after a few minutes with the items I had asked for. I took a the alcohol and a box of bandages from him and said “brace yourself Bob” I poured the alcohol onto the wound, bobby let out a yelp but stood his ground. I ripped open the box of the gauze and dabbed the wound dry, next I poured the iodine onto the wound. I took the second box of gauze and wrapped and tied the gauze around Bobbies arm. I gave bobby 2 pills for the pain. “Ok, pull your shirt and vest back on Bob we’ve got to shop.” I said. Bobby got dressed and I told him to get a cart and load up in the medicine aisle.

 

 I turned my attention to my prisoner, “ok start talking, tell me everything, who, what, and where are you guys from. “My name is Neil Lestrom, my buddies Simon, Gary were just here to get some supplies when we heard you break in the front. We have been hole up just south of town in an old power plant. There’s a good strong stone building and the whole thing is surrounded by a 12 foot high wire fence. There are about 12 guys staying there, we drew straws and the three of us lost, so we had to come out and look for food. This is the fifth grocery store we found. Our semi-truck is parked out back. We spotted this store and thought we could get one more load into the trailer.

 

 I shout for Bobby to keep his eyes open and keep loading carts. I tell Neil to show me the truck, we walk to the back exit of the store and Neil asks if he can get dressed. “No, I think unarmed and half naked gives you a little more incentive to hang around and not run. Lets just checkout that truck.” I said. The truck was heavily loaded with canned goods and booze “Ok, let’s get that alcohol out of there.” I tell Neil. Neil jumps into the trailer and starts unloading the whiskey. Just throw it over there away from the truck I told him.

 

 “The guys aren’t going to like that.” said Neil. “I don’t care what they like or don’t like.” I said. I then tell Neil to head inside and load carts with canned goods. Bobby, Neil, and I emptied the medical, rice, beans, pasta, and canned goods shelves. Then Neil and I started loading the cart contents into the Semi’s trailer. And after a couple of hours I called a halt to our loading and pulled down the trailer door and locked it. “Bobby can you follow me in my truck?” I ask. “Sure, I think so, just don’t leave me too far behind. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” I said. I tossed my keys to Bobby, “Go out front and get in the pickup truck and wait till I come around, ok?” Neil and I started to the rear exit to the parked semi truck. “Wait, can I put on my clothes now?" Neil asks. “Not yet just carry them back to the semi” I said. At the Aisle where Bobby had been shot I picked up the rifle Neil had been using as well as his spare ammunition, just 50 rounds. “You’re not very well armed for a trip into the city” I said. They only gave us enough ammunition for an emergency. We don’t have a lot to spare.

 

“Ok, mount up. Let’s see if I can drive this thing.” I said. “What are you going to do with me?” ask Neil. “Well I could just shoot you now. Or you could tell me more about the guys at the power plant.” I told him. “Well we just started gathering there after the Zombie thing started. There were about 30 of mostly from the construction site up the road from there. At first we let anybody get in. But, after we took in some women from a club just down the road that changed. About 3 or 4 days after we let them in one of the girls went Zombie. We killed her but about a week later 6 guys and 3 of the other girls turned Zombie. By the time we killed them we had lost 14 more people. After that we didn’t let anyone else in. If anyone tried to break in we shot them. Between the Zombies that show up and the people wanting inside we have been running low on ammunition.”

 

I drove around the corner to the street where Bobby was waiting in the pickup truck. “You have friends at the power plant. Neil?” I ask. “No I just saw it as a place to be safe. I hadn’t been working at the Site but a couple of days when this Zombie crap started. I hardly knew any of the guys before we took refuge in the power plant.” Neil said. “Well, you can get out somewhere along here and go back there or you can come back and stay with us. You’ll have to prove yourself trust worthy before you’re accepted in to the group. But if you earn our trust you’ll ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ be fine. If you do anything to endanger the group you will be expelled or executed. That is the same for everyone not just you. So decide what you want now”.

 

 “I’ll take you up on your offer of asylum if you mean it. I’d be glad to be shed of that power plant.” Neil said. I looked over at Neil and told him “you can get dressed now , but no weapons yet. I’ll talk to Bobby and he will be ok. But don’t let his sister know you shot him. I can’t guarantee your safety from her”. “Is she your wife?” Neil asks. “No, I found her and Bobby  holed up in a attic last summer. Now their more like adopted kids or a niece and nephew.”  I told him.

 

 I turned onto highway 80 and headed east before I started the twisting turning route home to try and throw off any Zombies that might be chasing us. Bobby was doing a good job driving and pulling the trailer, I only saw the wheels off the pavement 2 or 3 times, in fact he was doing a better job than I was. Driving a tractor and trailer rig was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated. About 3 hours later we finally turned onto the road leading to the entrance gate to our compound . “Where the hell did you find that thing Ralph?” said Tom when we stopped at the gate.

 

Now we need to have a neighborhood meeting to question Neil some more about the guys at the power plant and determine if we should try a rescue or just let them survive or die on their own….It never ends it just gets harder.

 

   THE END….for now


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More please, its a great story and I have to have more!


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Very good story. Would like to see a trip to a NG armory and maybe a trip to the power plant. Electricity is civilization!

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