I left the town a few days ago, too many walkers were entering the city. I was walking down the abandoned four lane leading out of the city. It was suspiciously quiet for the apocalypse. I weaved my way between cars and semis long since forgotten. I saw a few cadavers trapped in their cars, looking as if they were the midnight buffet for the hungry. They did not move so I assumed they were beyond turning. Ahead of me there was a semi that seemed to be tipped over in the fashion that it would block any and everything that tried to pass. That's when I heard it. There were so many groans coming from the other side. I Jumped up on top of a car and then onto the oil tanker behind the semi. Below me was a sea of the dead. Spanning almost a mile back and stretched across all four lanes between the guard rails. I stepped back trying to not make any noise. Unfortunately for me When I did I kicked off a a hunk of metal. It skidded off to the other side and landed on a car. Then the alarm went off. All the walkers below me looked up at me. "Oh come on!" I yelled to no one in particular. They let out a deafening roar and surged for the tanker. The whole trailer started shaking and walker began piling up, actually they were climbing over each other. The mound was getting closer to the top. I stopped gawking and started a free run in the other direction. I was hopping from car to car trying to get away. Behind me I heard metallic groaning and screeching. I didn't look back but I knew the tanker was pancaked by now. I just kept hopping. Ahead of me I could see a line of car moved to the side starting from an exit that lead to Atlanta Ahead there was an RV with a lawn chair and an umbrella on top. I feel bad for who ever got stuck up there. He probably was a look out, but got chewed on by some walkers. I was so lost in my train of thought that I didn't notice when the cars started to be pushed to the side.I jumped off the last car roof when I snapped out of my trance. I hit the ground hard not having enough time to roll to safety. I picked myself off the ground. My left leg hurt like crazy. I hobbled over to the RV. I climbed in and locked the door. I looked around for things to block to door with. There was nothing that wasn't bolted the the floor. I ran to the back, a small bedroom with an American flag and cloth covering the windows. I moved a piece of cloth to the side. The herd wasn't even half a mile away. I had enough time to seal myself in my own Coffin on wheels. I sat down on the bed. I could hear the herd getting closer. I decided to lay down and hope I don't wake up when they're feasting on me.
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I wake up. Night has fallen. Strange, I should have been zombie meat by now. I look outside. Not a walker in sight. I open the door and step out and see smoke rising above the treeline, and gun fire in the distance. I take off into the woods in the direction of the all the commotion.