The Passing
The Prologue
Rochelle scraped the dried blood off her leather boots with a pocket knife she had borrowed from Ellis.
"So, how often did Jimmy Gibbs Jr. pull in for pit stops?" Nick asked, trying to find a comfortable position in the passenger seat.
"A racing legend like Jimmy Gibbs doesn't wait at the pit. they say he had the best mileage in the circuit," Ellis replied, flattening another zombie under the tires.
The four survivors, Ellis, Coach, Nick, and Rochelle were southbound, heading for New Orleans.
"That's a load of Bullsh-- CHARGER!" Nick exclaimed as a muscular infected raced towards their car. Ellis swerved to avoid it but slammed into a nearby oak tree.
"Ugh…Is everyone okay?" Coach inquired as he began to step out of the vehicle.
"I'm okay," Rochelle replied, putting on her semi-clean boots.
"A little messed up…UGH…But not dead yet," Nick said, stepping out of the racecar.
"Woohoo! What a RUSH!" Ellis yelled as he leaped out of the car. Coach inspected the damage on the car and looked towards a large sign in the distance.
"I think our only choice is to go too…" Coach squinted his eyes as he strained to read the neon sign. "Uncle Tommy's auto parts." At least there we can get some tools…
"Before this infection stuff, I was a mechanic. Best dang one in savannah, too." Ellis said, shoving a clip into his SCAR 5.56mm combat rifle.
"Okay, so we get to the auto parts store, Ellis fixes the car, and we continue on our way to New Orleans." Rochelle said, reloading her Semi-Automatic SPAS combat shotgun.
"Let's get started then!" Ellis exclaimed, running off with a baseball bat in hand.
"I hate the peach state…" Francis mumbled as Louis, Zoey, and himself sat in the back seat of an armed personnel carrier.
"Francis, you said that about the Free state, the Cavalier state, the Tar Heel state, and the Rice state," Louis stated before he sighed. "Honestly, you should stop that before your attitude rubs off."
Zoey was sketching on some paper. That's all she's ever done in the vehicle since the group looted an art store in Virginia, and she'd demanded they stop at every art store since. At least it was nice to step out and stretch everything.
The vehicle came to a halt as Bill opened up the back hatch to the passenger area.
"Is it an art store?" Zoey asked.
"No, it's a gas station. We're out of gas and this Gumbranch place is the last town for miles. So step out, load your guns, and let's get some diesel." The elderly veteran said as he loaded his Assault rifle.
"Finally! Some action!" Francis shouted as he loaded his Benelli M4 Semi-Automatic shotgun. Meanwhile, Zoey stuffed her sketches in her backpack and silently loaded her Ruger-Mini 14 hunting rifle. Louis was already outside, stretching out and breathing the outside air. "So, Gumbranch Diesel?" Louis asked, loading his own Assault Rifle.
"Gumbranch Diesel." Bill replied, walking off towards the sign, the others following suit.