Zombieland- 'Alberta'
Chapter 1- O Canada
I come from a country many consider to be a refuge for some Americans while some don't even want to acknowledge its existence. That's not the case this time around. That's right people, I'm from Canada. These days, there's almost no refuge and very few safe havens for those that were not affected by the virus. In this sick, sad world where greater numbers of human beings have turned into fucked-up, cannibalistic abominations, you're always on the move and constantly watching you're back.
I guess you can say I'm one of those few who knew something like this was bound to happen. Sure I was laughed at before this catastrophe began for making necessary precautions, but to those who made fun of me in the past let me ask you guys this, who's laughing now, assholes? It's rather striking how this screwed up world turned into a complete and utter shithole. Now to anyone who's still a living being, all I can tell you is be prepared. This is unlike anything you might have experienced in your life.
Well, here I am now; Havre, Montana, a good humble city and symbol of friendship between the US and Canada that turned into a 'ghost town' overnight. I checked myself into a seedy motel room at the border town. The lobby was completely empty, not a single human being in sight. I rang the bell to get some service, but I received it in the form of the hotel manager with blood red eyes and bits of human flesh and bone between his yellowed teeth, probably from the last human that tried to rent a room.
He snarled and lashed at me with is blood-covered fingers. Black blood was dripping profusely from his mouth, and his body was a bloody mess. I stepped back a few and noticed a two of the maid staff looking ravenous and ready to tear me limb from limb for an evening dinner. It was time for me to get my hands dirty, and I had to react quickly, 'Shit' I thought to myself since I left my CZ-75 SP-01 pistol in the glove box of my truck, now I had to get my hands dirty. I unsheathed my sword to defend myself.
the Gage Custom Knives Single Hand Gladius 2 is my main fighting tool when it comes to dealing with the undead aside from my shotgun. Unlike a gun, you don't have to worry about wasting ammunition, especially not with this in your hands. It is 22 inches long with a 16 inch L6 steel blade and weighs around 1 lbs 14oz. It's got the right weight for all kinds of tasks, from breaking down doors and locks to cracking open human skulls. With this, I keep a sharpening stone to keep it battle ready at all times.
To those needing tips, the thing about zombies is that you have to kill them quickly. Zombies are like a mix of snakes and wolves. They hunt in packs but once you chop off the head, the body dies. I started with the maid attacking from the entrance. I used my trusty sword to swing at her chest to knock her back. She let out an unholy screech before I made the killing blow. I looked behind her and noticed the other. I used the pommel of my sword to hit her in the stomach and turned around to split her head open.
Blood and brains splattered all over. The only one left was the manager. He was going to attack from behind, but I was ready for him. I felt the blade of my sword go clean through his neck. He fell backwards with his head rolling around on the blood-stained carpet. I cleaned the blood and guts off my weapon with a nearby towel and took a key off the counter. These days, don't expect to get a lot sleep. One has to be watchful of their surroundings because zombies don't sleep. They are relentless hunters of meat.
I had been traveling for three days, and I needed some time to settle down. Although I only had a few hours of sleep, I could hears the screams of another unfortunate victim. Sadly, it's best you don't make yourself too inviting to any humans that you run into. Don't let their friendly faces fool you, there might be something on you that they'd want like weapons or supplies. Although that night went by without incident, I was still on my own where the sight of a human is a reason to keep your guard up.
It is also good to have survival tools with you. There will come times when you will not be able to find shelter. To that, one of the items I bring along is a bushcraft knife. It probably won't kill the undead, maybe if you hit it in the right spot but that is beside the point. Strapped to a sheath on my belt is a special knife, a CRKT Saker. My shotgun and sword can only go so far. Sometimes you need something smaller to get tasks done like skinning meat or making feather sticks for a fire to keep warm on cold winter nights.
When at some point I lose my sword or my gun might jam, it is good to have some sort of back-up. For those situations, I have the Spartan Blades V-14, my combat dagger. With a vicious double-edge blade and S35VN steel on top of it, this knife has saved my life countless times. It is a 1/4 inch full tang knife, and is a great companion in a fight and preparing food. I also carry a CZ-75 SP-01 pistol just in case. But the one thing it is good to have is a steady supply of water. It will save your life better than any weapon.
I packed up my things the next morning and left Havre. I was hoping to find another place to settle down or even a group of survivors. I walked along the edge of US Route 87 South. The roads were completely blocked up with abandoned and burning cars. I even saw a crashed airplane in the middle of the highway. There was no doubt, this was Hell on Earth. I made it a plan to try to reach the Colorado state line by any means necessary. With my truck full of supplies and my weapons at the ready, I continued on.
The only friend I have is my pick-up, a Toyota Tacoma TRD on 33 inch all-terrains with a bushguard. This pick-up has kept me from being a zombie's dinner since my journey began. The trunk holds everything from weapons and munition to water and food. My other tools are a Trento Felling Axe, and the Maxpedition large and medium fishbelly knives. When looking for tools, you have to know that those same tools that you use to chop wood for a fire are the same tools you can use to cleave into a zombie's skull.
Other than my Saiga 12 Kushnapup shotgun, my other firearm is the CZW 556 rifle. It is rugged, reliable and easy to clean in my spare time. I also store my food and water supplies with all my weapons. Now I can't lug all my weapons even if I am 5'9 and 175lbs. I was driving down the highway seemingly aimless. It is best in these times to keep moving. I am thankful for my truck otherwise this trip would be a lot tougher than it already is. That was until my faithful truck started to stall. This did not look good.