A/N Still own nothing. Please Read and Review
I took a deep drag of the cigarette dangling from my lips, exhaling through my nose, the smoke creating a cloud that briefly consumed my vision. It had been three days since I found the little National Guard outpost and I could still smell the burning human flesh. Showers these days were baby wipes and rinsing my hair with a water bottle. I still shaved every morning, old habits die hard. I slept in the drivers seat and spent all day navigated the back roads of Ohio, by now I was about 3/4ths of the way across the state, passing through another shithole small town, devoid of all life but that which is already dead. It looked the same as every other small town I passed through on my way here. The smoke was down, I flicked it out the open window. As I was looking right I watched three zombies chase something through the open door of an abandoned house. Shit I thought, maybe a survivor. I slammed the breaks, threw open the door and leapt out, bringing my M4 to my shoulder and firing a trio of shots. Only one found its mark and that walker fell to the dirt outside the door. Fuck fuck fuck. I sprinted forward, charging into the house. It was abandoned, leaves and dirt covered the floor. One zombie was about to round a corner into the kitchen and I opened fire, crack, crack, crack. Three shots. The zombie hit the floor as I rounded that corner and came face to face with zombie number three. My boots searched for traction on the linoleum floor and failed to find purchase. My legs fell out from under me and I fell backwards, firing my M4 as I fell and the walker lunged for me. Crack crack. Two shots impacted the forehead of the zombie and turned his skull inside out and painted the refrigerator with brown brain matter. I took a deep breath and shuddered as the adrenaline left my system. I stood up and moved forward, weapon at the ready. Sitting in the corner was what the zombies were chasing. A damn German Sheppard. Its fur was sweaty, turning its brown and black color into a shiny matting of fur. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted, I reached out a hand and gently began to rub the top of its head. It arched its head into my head and let out a low growl. Seeing that it was uninjured I turned to leave. As I made it out the front door I heard a bark, I turned and the dog was sitting on its haunches, head cocked, peering at me. Stay boy I told it. I made it back into the drivers seat of the Humvee and shut the door. I heard another bark. It was sitting outside my door. Fuck. Alright. I hopped out and opened the door, get in I told it. It let out a bark that I could tell was a happy bark and jumped in, over the drivers and sat in the passenger seat where the poor thing promptly curled into a ball and fell asleep. I chucked softly and gently rubbed its back. Ghost, I decided, your name is Ghost.
Ghost woke up about an hour later, I had just cleared a medium size suburb and decided to try my luck on the interstate. I found an on ramp and accelerated up it, the minute I cleared it I came upon a wall to wall over 200 car wreck. I slammed the brakes and the front grate of the humvee just barely grazed the overturned car directly ahead of me. Shit shit shit, walkers. A whole herd of them were moving up the on ramp, there were at least two hundred shuffling moaning fucks advancing toward me. Shit shit shit. Fuck it lets go bitches. I was basically shouting to my self at this point. I leapt into the turret, racked the bolt on the 240 and let her rip. 4-5 round bursts tore into the herd and zombies fell in droves but more still came. I burned through the first hundred round belt ammo and dropped down and grabbed my 249 SAW, I swiveled the turret around so the 240 pointed behind me, slammed the 249 on the lip, racked the slide and started firing, I was burning ammo and yet the zombies still came. Shit shit shit, I was started to get nervous and sweat begin making my Kevlar slide down on my forehead. The zombies were shuffling closer and closer. My SAW clicked empty and I dropped it, no time to get another belt. I reached for my M4 and began popping rounds off when I started hearing the vhoosh vhoosh of a helicopter. I looked left and saw a Black Hawk circling my position. I waved my right arm and the Black Hawk turned so it was directly over me, the mini gun attached to the side lit up with a deep throaty roar and begin to chew up zombies, pavement and destroyed cars. I stood there and watched hell rain from above in the form of a hundred thousand rounds a minute. The tinkling of the hot brass shells was like rain around me. As the last zombie fell the mini gun cut off and the black hawk peeled away from me. I reached into my pack and grabbed the Marine Corps flag and began waving it from the turret. I saw the door gunner drop out a metal something and the black hawk flew away. I grabbed my M4 and dropped down. The metal thing the door gunner dropped was a canister with a paper inside of it. The paper told me that the Black Hawk was out of Fort Sill Oklahoma and running patrols looking for military survivors to report to Fort Sill to begin to take back the Midwest. There was a small Marine Corps unit there and plenty of artillery cannons so I knew that I was now headed for Oklahoma, the armpit of the United States in my humble opinion. Ghost had pissed all over the passenger seat, he would get used to gunfire, hell I had always wanted to be apart of a K9 unit and now I had my chance. I needed to reload and do some maintenance on my weapons. I broke down the 240 and 249, wiped off the carbon and lubed it up a little, loaded each with another 100 round belt and did the same for my M4, id give them both a full cleaning when I had a chance. Man I wanted some 50 cal ammo, or even a couple 40mm rounds for that MK19. I did a 3 point turn and started driving the humvee the wrong way down the on ramp but it was the end of the world and who gave a fuck, I sure didn't. The heavy tires crunched over the remains of the walkers, smashing skulls and spines. I now had 3 full states to drive through to reach Fort Sill. I'm coming to realize I really like killing these undead fucks. It was fun. I pulled another cigarette out of the pack I was smoking and lit it up, cracked open a fresh redbull and took a gulp, the carbonated bubbles dancing over my tongue and mouth and put on some Zeppelin. Maybe this isn't so bad.
I crossed the border of Ohio into Indiana, I would need gas soon. Ghost sat besides me, enjoying the ride. He was warming to me, a very loveable dog, who even ate MRE foods, but I needed to get him something fresh. Dog food was currently not an option so I pulled to the side of the road, over looking a farmers field. I climbed into the turret and sat to wait. Soon enough a rabbit hopped out from the border of the field and the road. Sorry little buddy, I muttered under my breath as I squeezed the trigger. The 556 round picked the rabbit up and threw it about 4 feet backwards. I ran over to the rabbit, picked it up and begin to skin it. Once the fur was off I cut along its stomach and removed the organs. I cut one leg off for myself and walked back to the car, I opened the passenger door and Ghost came bounding out, I tossed the rabbit to him and he took to hit with a gusto. I walked along the roadside collecting sticks and twigs. I built a small fire on the side of the road and let it burn. I opened an MRE and took out a salt packet, mini Tabasco bottle and a little packet of crushed red pepper. I rubbed the rabbit leg in salt and red pepper, covered it in tinfoil and placed it on the flames. When it was nice and crispy I splashed it with tobasco and tucked in. It was my first hot meal in weeks and it was fantastic. I looked up and Ghost was gnawing on the remains of the rabbit. I stripped my flak jacket off and put it on the roof of the humvee along with my Kevlar and took my cammie blouse and skivvie shirt off. I scrubbed down with baby wipes, lit up a brand new smoke and sat down to scrub the hell out of my rifle. When I was satisfied my rifle was clean I reassembled it, put my clothes back on along with my flack. Fuck the Kevlar, shits unnecessary. I whistled for Ghost, kicked out the remains of the fire and saddled up. Ready to take on Indiana.