Chapter 3
The food was nearly gone when we decided to go for supplies. We loaded up as many vehicles as we could with fuel and weapons. We would travel in four man teams. Each team would be in one vehicle and with a radio and enough ammunition to get them into town and back out. I was on a team with Ben his, buddy, Robbie, the star baseball player and one of the schools greatest skeet shooters, and my buddy Chris, the future fireman. We were going to pile into my van and head over to the local drug store to pickup some first aid gear, medicine, and anything else that we deemed necessary. Then scour the city for any more supplies. We were under strict orders not to take any survivors. We were running out of supplies as it was. It was a tough decision, but it had to be done. So we loaded up and headed out.
Now before I continue, I feel as if you don't know that much about me. I mean here I am telling you my life story and you really know nothing about my background. I was a nerd. I'll let you come up with your own description as you probably have already. School was a daily battle for me as again I was a nerd. The only thing that kept me alive was the school's variety of electives. One that I took was unarmed and armed self-defense. That usually kept bullies away, since the threat of being sent to the hospital with several broken bones was good enough to deter them from bothering me. The other one I took was fireman's training. This is where I learned first aid and how to use that fire ax. I never thought I would be breaking open zombie skulls with it instead of doors. I was also on the school air rifle team. I wasn't bad, but not one of the greatest. In fact I still wonder why I didn't bring my air rifle along when I ran from my house. I mean its not like it would have done me any good, since I had a few shots before I had to pump it full of air and before I finished that, I would be dead. Well life as a nerd was bad, but it was at least better than life with a hoard of zombies.
So where was I before I went into a flashback. Oh yea after we got off the back roads that lead to Ben's house and onto the local roads, we saw the zombies. There weren't many, but as soon as we came near them, they rushed the van. I ran a good deal over. Now we had modified a lot of the cars with basic armor. My van had some aluminum siding and barbed wire on the outside and pitchforks and other sharp objects made a ram in the front. This made zombie killing a breeze. We refrained from shooting since we knew that ammunition was also a commodity that we didn't have a lot of.
We lost the Zombies a mile from the edge of town. A large number seemed to have moved it, but a good number remained. There were only a few left as we entered the store. I had my Glock, but I had decided on my ax instead. I had made a few improvements on it. Using duct tape, leather straps, and a few other odds and ends, I had added a fire poker to the front end as a stabbing weapon and a machete to the bottom as a close range slash and as a rear facing stabbing weapon. There was also a strap that served as an anchor for my hands and as a shoulder harness.
The store was devoid of life. So naturally we had a hell of a time hacking and shooting our way through the twenty or so zombies that had congregated there. We knew that there was only a matter of time before the others smelled us and came for us so we grabbed as much stuff as we could.
This seemed to go smoothly. After we finished up there, we were supposed to scour the city for any other useful tools. Well that didn't go as planned.
As we left the drug store we found that we weren't alone. Waiting out side were four heavily armed and crazy looking teenagers who were trashing my van.