When I was seeing a blur, my crew unpacked the car and managed to get everything out before it exploded. The only thing they didn't get was my machete, because I had hid it beneath the back seat. We set up camp and stayed the night next to the crashed car on the road.
When we woke up, there were no zombies, to our relief. We made a fire and talked about where we should go next. We had a pretty heated argument because Joe thought that there was salvation to the West and Buck thought it was to the South. We decided to just drive and see where we ended up. We had a pretty uneventful day. We saw one zombie walking along in a field along the side of the road and we kept driving. We played some road trip games and talked about our lives before the zombies came to pass time.
The next day, I awoke to moaning and scratching from right outside our tent. I woke everyone up and we got our weapons ready. Then I opened up the tent door to a group of six zombies coming at us. Buck and Joe each killed two, and Suzan and myself killed the other two. We got out of the tent and saw that the rain fly had scratch marks all around it and there were blood stains inside so we decided to burn it and use another one. We lit it on fire and started to walk down the road in case there were any zombies nearby that would be attracted to the flame.
We checked every car we came across to see if it ran. There were more and more cars, and more and more zombies that came with the cars. We finally found a fairly new black pickup that worked, and we started to collect gas from the other cars into the gas cans. When we filled up the tank of the pickup and filled up all the gas cans, we started to drive away. The pickup even had heated seats! That was my favorite part about it. I also liked that it was a pickup instead of a car, because it had a stronger engine and a big trunk to store our items.
I was driving and the tank showed that it was halfway full, so I pulled off the highway to start and look for gas or cars that had gas in them that we could take. I pulled into a Wal-Mart because the parking lot was huge and had lots of cars we could get gas from. Joe and Buck looked for gas while we searched the Wal-Mart for supplies and ammo. We broke in through the locked doors and had to kill five zombies at first, but then we didn't encounter any more zombies, which we thought was weird. We got a shopping cart and started to search. We found more than enough food and water bottles and found some prescription drugs at the pharmacy section. We couldn't find any ammo or guns though, but then again, Wal-Mart didn't have a gun section. We also found five medium-sized gas cans, and thought that we could put them to good use.
When we came outside, Buck and Joe were waiting for us at the truck. We asked them if they found gas, and Buck replied,
"We filled up the tank and all of our gas cans are topped off" I said,
"Not all of them" as I gave everyone a gas can. "Go fill these up, and then we will have enough gas." So we did. First, I unloaded the cart into the back of the pickup, and went and filled up my gas can. When everyone's gas cans were full and put away, we got in the truck and drove away from Wal-Mart in search of weapons and ammo.
We came across a pawn shop advertising guns for sale. We went inside, but only found a revolver with six rounds. We gave it to Suzan and left. We drove for a while, and saw a house with boarded up windows and a red pickup outside. I pulled in and we cautiously knocked on the boarded up door. We heard footsteps and then a muffled voice demanded,
"Who is it!?" Buck said,
"We are a group or survivors and we were wondering if you would like to talk about joining us." There was a pause. Then, the voice said,
"Meet me at the back door" we walked around to the back and met with a family of four with the two kids (who looked to be about ten and twelve) and the Mom looking scared and standing behind the scowling Dad, who was pointing a hunting rifle at our heads as he said,
"Has anyone here been bit or scratched?" We all shook our heads no. His face got bright and he said,
"Well what are you waiting for? Come on in!" As he aimed his rifle away from us and side-stepped out of the doorway. We looked at each other, not expecting him to let us in that easily, but went inside anyway.
The house was warm and smelled of cookies. There was also a different scent, kind of like a candle. We were led into the kitchen and we sat down at the table in the center of the room. We talked about what happened and how we first heard about the zombies. They told us about how they were a family of five, but their middle child was taken by the disease and turned into a zombie. We all told them our individual stories and decided to not join as a group. But the dad said that we could stay with them for the night to rest up. We agreed. In the morning, we packed our stuff, had breakfast, said our goodbyes and thanks, and left.
We pulled into a police station parking lot knowing that there would be guns inside. We also knew that there would be zombies, but we were equipped to handle with the zombies. We opened up the doors to silence, but heard moaning deeper in the building. We did the smartest thing ever. We went toward the moaning and deeper into the station. We killed three stray zombies toward the center of the station and when we got very close, we started to walk quietly and you could hear our ragged breaths. We started to round a corner and quickly went back because there was a whole hallway full of zombies. We got ready and rushed outside and started killing them as fast as we could before they all noticed us. I killed four before they started to really notice us. I screamed out in a war cry and started killing them left and right, stabbing them in the eyes and through the temple with my two knives. They seemed to never end. They just kept coming and coming for what felt like an hour but was probably less. We finally killed them all, and found a safe door that we knew was the weaponry. Joe said,
"I can crack that" I looked at him in surprise.
"Really?" He said,
"Yea it'll take me about two minutes." I said,
"Well, start working on it!"
When Joe opened the door, (I still don't know how he did it) we went inside and we were in weapon heaven. Shotguns, machetes, assault rifles, maces, sub-machine guns, heavy duty knives, automatic guns, crossbows, sniper rifles, and all the ammo you could ever want. We took four of every item (one for each of us) and all the ammo that there was. We grabbed extra crossbows because those were stealthy but fired something at the same time. We had to make multiple trips to get all the ammo into the pickup that's how much ammo there was. I think that it was a pretty successful day.
