The next morning, I wake up and get things ready to head out. As I move the table back from in front of the door. I watch as some Zs stroll across the street. I stab the closest one and run to where my bike is parked. 10 Seconds later i'm driving on the road once again. I have about a third a tank of gas. That should at least get me out of the city. 15 miles later I come across what looks like used to be a survival group and where they had made camp. The place is completely overrun. There's a few trailers and I see a 50 caliber machine gun. How could they get overrun with that thing? There's flames, too, so I know something exploded. I gotta get out of this death trap of a camp.
As I continue to drive I come across a few cars. I'm running low on gas, so I get my manual pump and check them. Thank god. I got a good amount gas. It should give me another 80 miles or so. I hop back on my bike and when I look around, I know i'm somewhere in Amish Country. There's several horse drawn carriages, but no horses. A couple dead zombies. I pull off. About 4 minutes later, as i'm coming around a bend, I see a black pick up truck up on the road. There's people but I don't know if they're Zs or not. I swing my rifle off of my back and hold the scope up to my face. Their alive alright. 8 people total. Three standing around, three in the bed of the truck, and two its looks like are working on fixing it. Must have broken down.
I debate whether or not I should try and help, pass them by, or wait 'til they get going again. The choice is easy once I realize they have guns. Lots and lots of firepower. I decide I will wait and follow behind. I don't know what kinds of people they are. They could be bandits. Or even cannibals looking for their next meal, I don't know. I move my bike over to the side of the road and sit down next to it. They shouldn't be able to see me. Not unless that one in the bed of the truck, with the sniper rifle, gets suspicious. A little while later, I lay down on my stomach and point my rifle over there once again. I watch as one of the people who had been standing around, takes something from a girl with bright red hair. I watch as he walks away from the group. Quickly looking away when I realize hes going to use the bathroom. Gross.
Less than 5 minutes later, I see one of them get into the drivers seat. I look in the back window as the woman turns the key. I hear them cheer off in the distance, so I assume they fixed their car. I move from laying on the ground to crouching down so they don't spot me. I slowly put the keys in my bike and turn them. I wait for the people with the black pick up to start moving before I get on. I pull off right as they go over a large hill.
When I get to the top of the hill, I slow to a stop. I pull over to the left of the street, because there are trees in the way. I grab my rifle and look. An old beat up car, turns the corner behind them. I look at the black truck again. Its stops. The guy with the rifle jumps out and runs over to some trees. The rest of them get out. There are about 10 zombies in the way. The small car behind them, slows to a stop right as the woman who was driving the black truck cuts off a Zs head.
Suddenly everyone pulls a gun out. The people in the small car, the people in the truck and some of the zombies. What…? These people had been waiting for this. I hear someone shoot. It was the guy with the rifle. The men pretending to be zombies and the men from the small car take the truck. When they pull off I watch as everyone else piles into the little crap car. They look like a bunch of clowns. I smile and shake my head as I begin to drive.
By the time I get to the bottom of the hill i'm a lot closer to the people than I thought. I slow down not wanting anyone to spot me. Their car doesn't go very fast so I take my time. Once again they stop in the road about 30 minutes later. So pull of to the side. This time i'm a close enough distance to hear. Good thing these people talk loud. They put their guns up and aim them at what looks like the same people that took their truck. This time there's a family there too. Mom, dad, son, and daughter. Two little kids having to live in a life like this? It makes me sick.
The bandits from before slowly put their weapons on the ground. A man looks to the right and sees what I think is several people lined up, hands behind their head and on their knees. Then it occurs to me. That family is not innocent. They start firing at the bandits killing all nine of them. Then they take the truck. Once again the first group of people I spotted is stuck inside that beat up car. I listen as they once again pile in. They bicker, but I understand because they have had some pretty bad luck in the last hour and a half.