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Thursday, February 21, 2008
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025 Zombie Blog
Category: Blogging
This place was great, the solar panels kept the batteries pretty full, we were even able to hook up a Wii and X Box a few days for the kids (the adult ones as well.) There was at least 5 cords of wood and a nice wood burning stove that I was pretty sure would keep this underground place nice and warm in the winter. Food galore, game, an indoor well with a pump, tons of fuel and fairly safe...
But these god damn bikers were going to cause trouble. I could tell, the leader was getting them all worked up. We couldn't make out his words, but we could hear him yelling from our position and see him waving his gun around and pushing everyone. The chains of slaves were no where in sight so we figured they were in the truck. There were 27 guys down there 3 were down and screaming in pain. One was gut shot bad, coughing blood. Ox, the leader, (he looked like someone who would have a nickname of Ox) finally walked over and shot him point blank in the forehead. That got them moving. I called back to Dave and Brandon and told them to hustle over to our position. Richel broke in and started asking what we thought we were going to do. I told them that we would give the door code every 15 minutes, if we missed one they were to go to the trucks and if another 10 minutes went by without a code call, they were to take the vehicles and get the fuck out of Dodge.
Chris started yelling at me and I told her that she was probably right but I was not giving this place up. She countered with me being picked on as a kid and I should still know when to give it up... I should have never let her hear that in therapy. About 20 minutes went by and I started wondering where the hell Dave and Brandon were when they called they were moving up behind us. 5 minutes later they show up with shotguns, and a beautiful gym bag. Our pipe bombs.
We decide to make it easy. Kit and I would move up and take positions, Dave and Brandon would sneak up a gully we saw and when they got in position Kit and I would open up taking the leader and his bodyguard first. Then Dave and Brandon would throw in a few pipe bomb hoping that would chase the rest off. Kit and I were to keep anyone from reaching the trucks. Other than that it was kill as many as possible and when they were running Dave and Brandon would go for the trucks. Easy pleasey.
Right.
It started off well. I plugged Ox in the throat, and Kit dropped the next biggest fella. They all broke and covered at that point. The first two pipe bombs went into the bikes and scattered them and the 6 guys trying to start them like leaves. I caught sight of a guy taking a set of handlebars in the chest. Not pretty. Kit and I settled into a rhythm of shooting. I would shoot then change clips while Kit shot then change clips while I shot and so on. We spotted for each other. Most of the guys were shooting randomly and hiding behind anything. Two guys broke for the trucks I took one in the chest and the other in the knee. Kit put him down. There was another set of explosions as the pipe bombs went off, I hadn't seen them. Some dude went cart wheeling across the slaughter ground and hit the windshield of one of the trucks. Holy crap that was cool looking. Dave and Brandon called up asking how it looked and I told them to sweep around towards us and go for the trucks. I saw them start to move and told Kit to keep and eye on them. I could see a head bobbing up and down from behind a pile of bikes. I took aim and held my breath. Kit told me that Brandon had reached the first truck but Dave had stopped to throw another pipe bomb. That's when all three trucks blew up at the same time. Huge explosions. Brandon disappeared in a fireball and Dave was knocked back.
When I was younger, I went hunting with a few friends. We were walking along and I had a lever action 22. We scared up a little quail and without thinking I one hand cocked the rifle like Rooster Cogburn and fired from the hip. I took the thing right in the ass.
I forgot everything at that moment as well. I smoothly shot the head bobber, then shot another guy running for the hills, took another one hiding in a ditch, shot a guy who was pulling bodies on top of himself, shot another in the ass who was hiding behind a bike, dropped my gun and took Kits, shot that guy in the head. I stood up at that point and started moving down the hill. Shot two guys in quick succession that broke and ran. Everything was clear as a bell. Every movement attracted my eye. Another guy got it when he stood up and tried to surrender, I shot another guy stunned by the truck blasts. I was in the camp now. Switch clips, shoot the redhead, blonde beard, crying freckled guy, one missing an eye came stumbling out of the smoke and he caught one. I shouted back for Kit to start taking them in the head because we didn't want them coming back. We found just two more cowering and I shot them in the head.
I didn't want Dave coming into my head, Dave could be dead and I didn't want to think of it. Brandon was tough, I knew Chris was going to lose it and I felt bad for Candice as well. I felt bad for him as well. But Dave had been my friend for a long time, my best friend. That's why, when he called out for help, I frankly lost it. I couldn't see him through the tears, but it wasn't just him. It was the whole damn situation, all the stress everything. Kit called out for me and I wiped my eyes and headed over. I'd never admit I cried a little when he was alive; I'd blame it on the smoke.
So we'd wiped out the gang, lost the slaves and Brandon was dead. Dave couldn't hear and blood was coming out of his ears, nose and mouth. We had to help him walk. That's when I notice the girls screaming over the radio. I called in that it was done and we were coming back. I didn't answer more. We found Brandon's body curled up near the trucks burned to a crisp. We scrounged up a blanket from one of the bikes and walked him back. Luckily it had rained and the grass wasn't catching fire.
I won't go into the whole thing, just take it that Candice lost it, Chris lost it and Amy lost it. Rachel took Dave back in a bedroom and started checking him out, Julian took the kids and Kit and I walked perimeter around the Kava. That's what I was calling it, because that's what it was.
In short, Candice is catatonic. Dave may be partially deaf and is healing up from some burns. He loses balance from time to time as well. Kit and I pull most of the weight.
Oh yeah, and Chris got hurt pretty badly a few days later. She was out behind one of the hills planting a garden with Amy and the girls when a damn elk attacked her. We're not sure how that happened but she got antlered pretty bad and has a puncture wound in her arm that we've been watching pretty close. It is red and hot but we keep giving her the antibiotics. It doesn't look like the infection is spreading either. It hurts her though.
Haven't seen a zombie in over a week.
5:19 PM
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Monday, February 18, 2008
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024 Zombie Blog
Category: Blogging
In a world gone mad the last thing you hope to worry about is other damn people attacking you. We moved through South Dakota and just got totally lucky. We almost missed it, but Julian noticed it. A low building almost lost in the hills. We turned off and drove over and found a staircase going down to a heavy door. The building was made of tires and dried mud. The roof was sod. The door was locked. We couldn't find any vehicles so we walked around and found window on the back side. I looked around at everyone, the guys got ready and I kicked it in... nothing. I crawled in with Dave following. Inside was a nice large house. Several connected circular rooms all dug back in larger than the roof would assume. The roof was heavy timbers and wood planks. I think you could park a truck on it. The bonus however, was the survival nut's planning. An escape tunnel that ran back to a large dugout room in a hill about 200 yards away. All nicely braced. Hidden nicely in the hills, unseen from the road was a concrete buttress built into the hill and a heavy door. Not big enough for the Duce but you could put two cars in. In addition was a well with pipes to the house, generators and huge batteries. There were solar panels on the back of the hill as well. Plus about a 1000 gallons of gas. I shit you not. This guy was awesome. However, we worried about where he was. There was plenty of dust in the house and it looked abandoned. Also there was enough food to hold all of us for months with rationing. Plus Kit had seen some deer...
We stayed for 3 days before the bikers showed up. We had replaced the windows with good strong bars, buried in the dirt and braced. We kinda jacked up the roof a bit, but we planned to fix it. It was morning, and we were all kind of sitting around playing some board games we'd grabbed from the last town. There was a heavy banging at the door and we thought the damn zombies had shown up. But there were also shouts. We got everyone back into the rooms and armed and Kit and I ran down the tunnel with pistols and hunting rifles. The guy had planned well. His tunnel leads to a hill that overlooked the front door. Kit and I made it and saw about 25 men, most were just sitting on their bikes but about 5 were kicking around the house, I could see a couple kneeling down and checking windows. I didn't like it. We were outnumbered and these guys didn't look like the type to jack around. That's when Kit noticed the trucks. There were 5 pickups and 10 more men. The trucks had been rigged with campers. These men were leading around about 15 women tied together with handcuffs and chains. One of the guys at the house started shouting and pulled a pistol and aimed at the window. That's when Kit and I cut loose without even confirming. We were on the same page. I took the fattest one first, Kit dropped another. They must not have been used to gunfire because of the three at the house only one dropped for cover. I quickly shot another and Kit hit the fourth. The ones on the bikes kind of ran, tried to start bikes and just randomly shot around. Someone cut loose from the house and the fifth guy ran off holding his face screaming. I shot him then shot for the few crouched at the bikes. Kit started on the ones at the trucks. One chain of 5 girls broke and ran, the guys pulled guns to start firing. Kit took two but one shot a girl and she dropped. The other four fell and started screaming. The rest started shooting everywhere and forced Kit and I to duck. They got themselves together and took off down the road. We let them go but agreed that we would need to set watches. We had dropped 9 total and wounded 4 more. I had forgotten the damn radio so I had to cover ground back to the house. The kids were scared and crying and the girls were angry. They ask what the hell we thought we were doing. I told them about the slave girls as I grabbed a radio and that cut off the arguments. The world has gone to shit folks, that's the long and short of it. We decide to set watch, Brandon, Dave, Kit and I took radios, pistols and rifles and took to the hills. There were some nice ghillie suits so we took those and lay down. We positioned ourselves to watch all around, Dave and I took to the west were they took off and I found them hold up about a quarter mile away. I called to Dave and he moved over to my hill. They all looked to be there. We discussed and decided to watch and wait. I wanted to send them further on their way but there were the girls to think of. Crap. This was not going to end well. Shit, Chris is up; I need to go check her.
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
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023 Zombie Blog
Category: Blogging
Well that sucked ass. Canada was a complete bust. Fuckers shot at us. No one gets across the border. They allowed me to approach after shooting a few warning shots across our bow. Basically no one gets in, no one, total Canadian border shutdown. Good luck Yankee, sorry but not happening... etc...
So at that point we didn't know what to do. We had decided to just make the run after the cluster that was Minnesota. We were low on food. Still had plenty of ammo and water. Damn those Canadians. We tried a few times to cross, moving west, and found the same thing.
At that point we decided to move into North Dakota, tried one more time to get into Canada and Amy got shot in the arm. They blew the windshield out of the Aztec and shot holes in the tow truck. We scooted boots at that point and broke south with Canadians shooting at us. Richel stopped the bleeding of Amy, good to have a nurse along. We made for Devils Lake SD. Seemed appropriate. We found about 60 zombies there, but after our experience in that house we cleared them out pretty easily. We found a pick up outside of town, and then we parked everyone far away. Kit and I sat in the back of the truck with Brandon driving and just drove through town pulling zombies behind us. We drove along at the same speed and just shot them outside of down. Took us about 4 trips to pick most everyone up and 2 highway was covered with bodies. We split into two teams at that point and worked the city. It took us most of the day to clear everything. We got ourselves fortified then discussed our options. We needed to find someplace to hold up, a safe place till some kind of order was brought back. Either that or continue to move. Safe place was decided as the best option. I wish that welding wire fence and covers and snowplow fronts on vehicles was as easy as it looked in those movie montages you always see... but it's not. It was 4 days of grueling work, but everything looks pretty good. We did find plenty of canned goods, topped off water and gas and found plenty of ammo and guns. We also picked up a couple of crossbows and lots of bolts for them. During the time we were here we attracted a few zombies and realized that those we left behind would keep following. I started to hope we had drug a good many of them behind us to the Canadian border.
We set out for the countryside, I was looking for something specific... crap… there is another attack at the door. I'll be back.
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Thursday, February 07, 2008
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Zombie Blog 022
Category: Blogging
First break to post a blog. I just got the last blog posted as a medium size group of zombies hit the house we've hold up in.
I'm going to try and get to where we are. Kit and I went to check out that church. We approached carefully watching each others sides. I moved up to the window as Kit watched everywhere else. Bodies. Lots and lots of bodies all with their heads caved in. At least a hundred. The whole town I guessed. We moved to the front doors and found them unlocked. That was odd. Kit hissed at me and I looked around the corner. Freshish graves, probably 30 of them. I moved back to the door. Opening it slowly as Kit continued to watch outside. Bodies in the pews all with their heads cave in. All just sitting. We secured the doors and then moved slowly down the center isle watching where we were going. The stink was tremendous, along with the flies. Kit vomited from the smell and that of course made me vomit, not that I wasn't already on the edge. I pulled my shirt up over my nose, it didn't help much. At the head of the church, up on the stage we found 5 bodies laid out with their heads caved in. Then sitting in a high back church chair the last body, in a suit, clutching a bible and a gun. The side of his head was blown open and there was a folded note stuck in his bible.
Dear God and Jesus our Savior,
I still believe in both of you despite all I see around me. I have undertaken this task with five of the deacons to end the hell on earth for the town. They are in agreement. They have prayed for forgiveness, all are saved, and are asleep from the drug they took. The deacons have done their work. One hundred sacrifices in your name. The deacons have all prayed for forgiveness and I've done my work. I only hope that your forgiveness will extend to that which I must do now. Self murder. I pray that you understand my sacrifice, that we have done what must be done. Why we were not taken in this Armageddon is beyond me. We have laid those possessed to rest outside and prayed for their souls.
Please dearest God and Jesus, forgive me for what I must do now, perhaps your understanding that I would sacrifice eternal life for the good of this town might give me leniency.
Pastor Bill Givens
I immediately got creeped out and had to leave. That night was not a good one for Kit and I, I didn't sleep much despite the fact there were no zombies.
We got up the next morning and scavenged what we could. The grocery store had been fully stocked and unmolested; I felt bad breaking the door. We got several tools from the hardware store and two generators we put in the Duce. Shit they're more at the door. I'll be back...
Ok, there were only three. Anyway we also grabbed some tarps, tools and I got an axe. We grabbed a big roll of chain link fence material and some brackets with lag bolts. Pots and pans we hadn't thought to bring and Stump-be-Gone, pipe and end caps. They even had cannon fuse. Some old fashion oil lamps and all the fluid they had. Lots of tiny nuts and several packages of BB's. Pipe bombs, baby.
We siphoned off as much gas as we could with a nice hand pump we grabbed from the hardware store from the gas station in town. There was a nice park outside of town so I built a fire in the grill and we made some soup and hot tea. It was chilly out but we let the dogs and kids run around for awhile to stretch their legs. The girls patrolled the borders while we guys installed some CB's we'd gotten from this little appliance and electric store in town. We'd been using those radios but the CB's worked out better. We installed two in the Duce so one could be used for inter... damnit, more zombies. Hold on.
Interconvoy communication and the other would track all frequencies. After that we moved out. We made the outskirts of Minneapolis and ran into all kinds of barricades. We drove around for an hour trying to find a way through and when we started back tracking we noticed we had attracted a fan club. There were about 50 of them. We made the decision to hightail it back to this brick apartment building we'd seen and try to clear as many zombies as possible to give us time to get through the barricades. We pulled the cars up under the second floor exterior balcony and everyone climbed up. We handed up some food and gear then Dave and I quickly used the tow truck to yank the wrought iron steps away from either end. We parked and just made the balcony as our followers made the edge of the parking lot. First thing we noticed was gunfire from far distant in the city. Plus an explosion somewhere downtown. There was smoke in the air as well. We stayed on the balcony and just started taking pot shots at them as they came in. It took about 5 minutes to clear the first lot then another hour before stragglers stopped showing up. We decided to get some rest as it was late afternoon and posted a guard all night. The idea being we could jam if it started to get heavy. It didn't. The next morning we got up early and Dave and I took the tow truck out with Chris and Richel to clear a barricade. I think the girls shot about 5 zombies while Dave and I pulled cars. I had to shoot one trapped in the tangle of cars. We went back and got everyone and moved out.
We had to clear three more barricades before we reached the bridge. It was my fault. I had picked 169 to cross the river at Champlin. I thought we'd skirt the city and then work north and back east in the less populated country. The bridge was blown. We got out and went to look and that's when they started crawling out of everywhere, including the river. We turned to leave and the fuckers had grouped up and followed us. They must have followed some group that blew the bridge then dispersed over the intervening days or weeks. Shit, shit, shit. We quickly got to a house and started barricading. We didn't even have much time to grab much but guns and ammo and the damn animals. Chris about got bit trying to get the fucking cat. Luckily there was some food in the house. We've spent about a week here, everyone is getting restless. We got on the roof and shot all we could to clear the front lawn. Dave then made a run for the duce and managed to back it up to the front window. We broke it out and got the chain link and brackets up. Now we open it, and climb in the back to get supplies. We are finally seeing a break from the hoards but it's taken a week and 2500 rounds of ammo to thin them out. There are piles of bodies all over the place and the stink is getting bad, even with the cold weather. Everyone wears ear plugs as the moaning will drive you nuts. The house was brick and we got chain link across the windows. We've been burning furniture and lots of lumber from the garage. Zombies broke out the windows but the chain link has held but it doesn't keep out the cold. God it's cold in here. We have been getting groups of only three or four every half hour or so for two days now. We hope to make it out of here tomorrow morning.
Generator is going off for the night. More when I get the chance.
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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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Zombie Blog 021
Category: Blogging
Damnit, the internet went down last night. It just came back up.
We headed off north. We stuck to back roads, especially after picking up a radio station from Des Moines that was under siege. Des Moines was overrun evidently. Zombies were everywhere, singles and small groups. We had to shoot a few almost every time we stopped to fuel a vehicle, we should have done pretty well gas wise but we had to travel slowly. I got quite a workout with the tow truck and learned how to use it pretty well. I had one scary moment. I was hooking up a car from this 4 vehicle wreck and as I was hooking it up something grabbed me. I managed to pull away and looked under the car. A damn zombie was pinned under the vehicle; luckily it could only reach me with its hands. Fuckity, fuck, fuck it makes me shudder thinking about it and that was almost a week ago. We had to finally stop around Fairmont, Mn. The town was quiet. When we pulled in we found a small motel. Across the street and up the way was a Baptist Church with damn near every car in town pulled around it. Dave and I checked the Motel out while Kit and Brandon watched the vehicles and everyone else. Motel checked out. We got everyone in and settled. Believe me it sucked unloading everything but the fuel, but I didn't like leaving things in the duce. There would be other survivors scrounging.
Kit and I decided to check the church, much to the anger of Chris and Amy. I needed to know that we were not going to get overrun in the night.
9:39 AM
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008
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Zombie Blog 020
Category: Blogging
Sorry everyone, power has been down and we've been on the run for days.
We're currently on the outskirts of Minneapolis, and from what we can tell it's an even fight for the city. We're held up in a couple of houses, lying quiet. There are a couple of zombies wandering around but we've decided to not shoot them yet. We got a jenny started in the basement running with mattresses around it. When I tried the cable modem line in the house it worked. I'm wondering if the internet will ever go down. There still, amazingly, seems to be some power in the city itself.
So we had made it to Chris's brothers and they and their girlfriends were fine. I told them the story of their parents, sister and her husband. They absorbed that. We then stayed a few days gathering supplies and getting good vehicles for them. I went out driving around in this Yaris I had commandeered and made a wonderful find. It was under tarp in the back yard of this house out away from town. I wanted to make sure it was cool so I knocked on the door, gun in hand and sure enough a two zombies came shuffling up the hall. One was wearing a nightgown the other had old army fatigues on. We were clear. I ran out back and pulled the tarps off. It was a duce and a half and a water tank trailer. Both in excellent condition. In the back were four 55 gallon drums of diesel and two 55 gallon drums of unleaded gas. There were 20 crates of MREs as well. All nicely crammed in the back. The water tank was full as well. Man we were set. There was even some nice camping gear as well. No guns but plenty of ammo. Not of a caliber we had.
It took me thirty minutes to figure out how to start it and get it moving, all the time being moaned at by its undead owner. I, unfortunately, have never really learned how to drive stick. I was fairly frustrated but was not ready to give up a find like this when I finally got some rhythm with the thing; I ended up taking out the guy's fence getting it out of the back yard and took out a corner of his shed. Sorry zombie fella. I looked back and could see him in a window; it almost looked like he was waving. I drove it around (killing it on hills a few times) for a few hours finally getting a feel for it. Everyone, especially Dave, was pretty excited to see me come back in it. While we were standing around outside looking at it we started to hear distant pops of gunfire. Lot's of it. I told everyone to start getting things together in the front room and to guard the truck. I took the tow truck and Brandon as he knew the city better than me, and headed off to find out what was happening. It didn't take long. The hospital doors had broken and there were at least 200 zombies coming in a hoard. People were falling back and shooting but had no real organization. The commotion was drawing other zombies out from everywhere and they were all heading in the general direction of our stuff. I turned it around and hightailed out when people started jumping on the truck and trying to open the doors. Some guy hung on for almost a mile before I shook him off. Sorry peeps but it's every man for himself. I got back and started yelling for everyone to load up, we had to leave now. Brandon backed me up and we got moving. Dave had been playing around in the Duce and was frankly better with it than me. We quickly loaded the gear up and got the animals loaded. Kit and Brandon had dogs, dogs and more damn dogs. We had to shoot three zombies that came crawling out of odd places, I guess drawn by the noise. The dogs were all barking which was a big concern of mine. They were going to have to be trained or I'd shoot them myself. Sorry animal lovers but that's the way it is. Actually LP the cat was the only animal that had learned to shut the fuck up, she could probably feel my mood. We rolled out with me, Chris, Buddy the dog and LP the cat in the tow truck, we had our camping gear and about 5 days worth of food and water having split most of it off to the duce and a half. Richel was next in their Aztec with Dave's daughter Paulina, Richel's daughter Ashley and Richel's son Braedon, their cat and dog and two boxers. Dave was next in the Duce with Brandon and Julian (Dave's son) plus a box of boxer puppies. Riding drag was Kit, Amy, Candice (who was recovering nicely), and their two dogs in a Suburban we stole. It had most of the rest of the gear.
This convoy pulled out and headed nor
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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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Zombie Blog 019
Category: Blogging
All right, let's see if I can get us caught up.
Dave, Richel, their kids, Chris and I headed to Lincoln. We made it about 40 feet and hit traffic on I 35. Luckily it was moving... a bit. I'll make it short, we made about 35 mph till we took I 29. Things loosened up. We almost got to St Joe when things slowed way down... and then stopped. There was one stream of cars moving along the shoulder and then off in a field. I was working my way toward it with Dave and his Aztec behind me when a dumb fuck in a Dodge crushed in the front wheel of my truck and shoved me out of the way. He then bashed a VW out of the way and barreled across the field. This was all wonderful, for him. I, however, now had an old S10 with a caved in front wheel. Dave came out shaking his head; his kids were a bit scared. Chris must have been ok because she was hurling curses at the cock sucker. She started to say something about her neck to me but evidently realized it wouldn't fly. We were stuck, in traffic, with all our gear and no where to put it.
Dave and I confirmed and I decided to find better conveyance. I gunned the truck as far over as I could make it drag itself and then grabbed my guns and started walking up the lanes of traffic. Dave stayed behind to watch the truck and the family and Chris. I had a plan, a bad and stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. On the way up I had noticed zombies trapped in cars. Hell we had all talked about it. I'd also seen plenty of abandoned cars so I figured I'd be able to find something, if I was careful. Hell, I might even find more gear. I decided to walk up the line through the field on the right side as I seen zombies hanging out of windows and one sliding up through the cars. I walked about 20 minutes when I found what I was looking for an old fashion tow truck. This one was even a king cab, some late 90's model Ford, and well cared for. The issue was the zombie driver. I checked under, around and up and down the line before approaching. Immediately he noticed me and started clawing at the window. I check and he had his seat belt on. I double checked the line then set down the 5 gallon can of fuel I'd been lugging with me. I got out a towel I'd brought with me and pulled open the door. He was a whopper of a fella... or used to be. It took me a few tries but I got the towel around his face and then yanked him out of the car sideways. The seat belt held him in and he had hold of me but I kept his head twisted in the towel and fought him around. I held him with the left hand and pulled the pistol with my right. I lined up a clean shot and put one in the rotted melon. Once I unbuckled the belt he fell right out. I cleaned up the seat with another towel and some water I'd brought, wiped it with some alcohol hand toweletts and filled the tank. It had a nice big ram plate on the front and I thought that there would probably be enough room in the back of the cab and around the hook equipment to put our crap. It was also a 4x4. I managed to get it wheeled around and headed back down the field. Oh, I had found the block, a huge accident in the middle of the highway. I wonder if this guy was headed up to see what he could do. It took me only five minutes to get back to my group. Dave got the Aztec into the field and, with everyone pitching in; we managed to get all our stuff loaded in the new truck. I got the rest of the gas in, siphoned out what I could from the S10 and said goodbye. Buddy and LP were a bit cramped in the back but it was working. We worked our way back to the front of the line then stopped. The truck did have gas; it was a two tanker with a switch. I guess that it had run out of gas but the zombie driver hadn't switched over. I went back to the abandoned wrecks and siphoned off as much gas as I could. It was a good two hours work but the Aztec was full, the truck was full and my 4 cans were full. Luckily there was a fifth full can of gas on the truck. We moved out. I got off on 136 and headed to Tecumseh, just because I liked the name. There where very few cars around. I broke into a gas station and they had the maps I wanted. Chris was complaining that I wasn't going the right way but I understood she really wanted to get to her brothers. She hadn't gotten hold of them all day. We couldn't get any gas to come out, the power was down. This had been an issue from time to time coming north. It was dark at this point and I could see people? moving around, not good. We got back in and headed north again.
We worked north and didn't really have any issues. It was early in the morning on Friday when we finally pulled into a very dark house. Chris started shouting to the house as soon as we pulled up, I was afraid her brother might shoot her by accident. The door opened and Amy came out, Chris's brother Kit's girlfriend. They hugged and Kit came out drinking a beer. I got the situation from Kit and unloaded the animals, kids and most of the gear unloaded in short order. Then we talked about our trip and went to bed.
I'll get everyone caught up on Nebraska tomorrow.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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Zombie Blog 018
Category: Blogging
Sorry my two readers. Yesterday we had to do frontier surgery on Candice. She had been shot with a 22 in the arm. I guess some douche had gotten gun crazy in their neighborhood and shot her through the window. The hospital up there had been taken over by zombies and no one had wanted to clear it out. I guess they didn't have a cow killer...
Anyhoo, she was in a lot of pain and it was getting infected. So I got to dig a bullet out. We cleaned her up yesterday and it looks like she is going to be ok. We got her some oral antibiotics from the drug store... plus I stole some other stuff from there as well. Let's just be honest here.
So Chris and I were home having just spent what felt like three years of our lives in traffic trying to make a three hour trip from Arkansas. My family is dead. They died Wednesday in a car accident. All of them had loaded in the minivan and I have no idea what happened but they went off the road and flipped the van. No one helped. It burned. Not all of them were dead/dead. I had too... um... shoot some of them. Sorry mom, grandma and nephew. They hadn't burned all the way. I was trying to get across 150 to check on them and ask if they wanted to go and saw the van down the hill in a ditch. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
At that point I went home, gathered up Chris and loaded up the rest of our stuff and left. I went by Dave's and we started north. The idea being: drive to Chris's brothers, pick them up if they wanted to come, then drive up to Richel's dads.
The trip in detail tomorrow.
I swear I'll catch up eventually.
7:46 PM
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
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Zombie Blog 017
Ok, I've finally gotten settled again. We're currently in Lincoln, Nebraska with Chris's brothers. What a trip. I've been on the run for several days now so let me catch up.
Chris and I left Arkansas and 71 highway was jam packed. People were driving north in the southbound lane. There were all kinds of accidents and abandon cars. Several times I saw zombies trapped in seat belts, unable to open doors. I worked the truck north as best I could, driving around on shoulders, even using a field one time. After almost 5 hours I had only made Neosho, at that point I started working my way east and took the smaller back roads. It was slow going but traffic was moving. Small towns had road blocks up. Men and women with guns manned the streets and threatened anyone who stopped. Gas was not to be found. I broke off even further and took smaller back roads. I had a very detailed map of Missouri that had the smallest gravel roads marked. Finally I was almost bingo for fuel. I was way out on some farm road and got lucky. I found a truck that broke down in a field. Probably some farmer's vehicle, the axle was broken. Scared shitless the whole time that someone would shoot me I managed to siphon off 3/4 of a tank of gas. Chris was worried that we were lost. If I have one skill, it's knowing where I am. I don't get lost, not ever. Especially if I have a map.
We worked our way north for about 3 hours; there was lots of east/west shuffling to get to roads heading north. I saw at least 5 zombies moving around in fields, and came across 7 cars probably out of gas. There were people in 3 of them. I shouted sorry as I drove by but didn't stop. I reached Rockville and traffic was moving west on B. I decide to take a chance that 71 had lessened up. It had. I made 71 and traffic was heavy but we were able to make it all the way to Belton before I had to get off again and make my way back home through Kansas. We had left Northern Arkansas at 10 am on Monday and gotten home around 3 am on Tuesday. I had stolen four tanks of gas from vehicles in driveways, a few wrecks and at one point had found a pump with the lock busted off in a silo complex. I had also found three 5 gallon gas cans and they were still full.
There was a note on my door. Gary had left it asking me to call when I got in. I checked the perimeter of the house and saw one of our guys walk by on patrol. I had Chris inside and she was powering up our cell phones. She had tried to call her brothers for as long as her battery and mine had held out. Never reaching them. I had managed to talk to my dad and they were all holding up ok. He and my brother were going to go and try to get some food. He was concerned because the traffic on 150 west and east was getting pretty heavy. I told him that north/south was blocked and there were tons of refugees coming north. Running from the horde from Mexico.
I called Gary to find out what was going on. The zombies had steadily been growing in number. The house cleaning was progressing badly. At least 8 guys had been bitten. Brad was ok, but the guys had said the hospital had been nuts. They had seen a guy carry in one of those cattle guns, the piston that they kill cows with. They were using it on the reanimated and there had been a dumpster full of bodies. Gary had decided to hold up in the neighborhood. All his family was with him. I told him I had to head north to check on Chris's brothers. He understood.
Chris finally got a call from her brother Brandon from a payphone on Tuesday morning. They were held up together and said that things were still pretty light up there zombie-wise. Chris wanted to go up to them so whatever baby wants, baby gets. I spent the rest of the day working things out with friends and family. My family wasn't all for it but could tell that KC was starting to get a bit hot. With the hordes on the east coast, now the Chinese tanker dumps on the west coast and the Mexican invasion north looked better and better. Especially since it seemed that all the traffic coming north from Texas and was half infected and all siphoning through KC. I 35. I couldn't get hold of all my friends but the ones that mattered were for it. My best friend's wife had a rather rich father that lived in Canada and had a large ranch. She had talked to him and he had invited her and their family up. Another 20 people would only strengthen things and help lay the workload around.
Ok, Candice is getting worse, I've got to go. More tomorrow.
7:01 PM
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
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Zombie Blog 016
Category: Blogging
Things are starting to fall apart here in Kansas City. Chris and I are trying to get some stuff together and we are heading to Nebraska. Most of my friends are already here and ready to go. My family is lost. I will post more when I can. Shit, they're in the street.
9:38 PM
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