It my 1 year Anniversary. One year ago today I posted this story and to be honest I didn't know if I would keep it going. There were times when I thought about quitting and just go back to reading stories. But I kept going. I may have stopped and lost my focus. But I didn't quit. I'd like to think that my writing has improved some and that it wasn't all that torturous.

So if you've been reading this story from the beginning. I would like to Thank you for your time. And if you have enjoyed it. I would like to hear it. So hit the Review button and let me know what you think.

I don't own Zombieland Columbus, Wichita, Little Rock or Tallahassee. Pontiac, Harvey, Cheyenne and Trent are my creation as is this story. This is a work for my love or obsession for all thing zombies.

Chapter 16

A bird's eye

Cheyenne was leaning against the front driver side fender of the G 8. She watched as a shimmering golden lines raced across the hilly landscapes of the prairie. Cheyenne closed her eyes. She felt the sun warming her face. And as the cool wind brushed against her face it felt kind of like an invisible warm hand caressing her cheek. She couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Cheyenne forgot about the apocalypse. And the zombies that were always trying to kill her. She was lost in the serenity of the moment. But she was brought back by the loud crack of an AR-15 and Pontiac saying "Hit. " She glanced up the road and saw a can rolling across the highway. She looked up at a black Chevy coupe about three hundred yards away. There were two soda cans on its roof. Trent was really getting better. There were two more shots one after another. "Hit. Hit." The last two cans jumped up into the air and fell behind the car. "Way to go Trent." Pontiac said as stood next to Trent. "Your turn sis." Trent yelled as he started to reload his spent magazine.

Pontiac had only been with them for two days now. But he had already showed them so much. How to Speed load, Run and gunning Hell back at the truck stop where they got there CB from. He even showed them how to clear a build room by room. Trent wasn't too crazy about the way you had to walk. Trent called it the duck walk. Trent didn't trusted Pontiac at first. But when Pontiac let him drive his G 8 they became good friend. So Trent could learn how to drive a manual. Well that's all it took and now they were best friends.

She walked over to where Pontiac was stand. He looked at her and asked. "You ready?" Cheyenne ejected the magazine and check it. She slapped it back into Her AR-15 and chambered a round. She looked up at him. He had a big grin across his face. She asked. "What?"

Pontiac could believe it. One minute she all innocent looking and now she looked like she going to kick someone ass. The same gun that was making her look dangerous was also making her even more beautiful. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. But he said "Well it's just. You look amazing holding that AR."

She blushed and looked away from him. Her hair fell from her ear and covered her right eye. She looked back up at him and said "Thanks." As she brushed her hair back behind her ears with her right hand.

"All right then show me what you got." Pontiac said as he waved his right hand. To offer her the migshift shooting rang. She smiled and took aim. She had six cans on the top of a black mini van. It was the same distance as the Chevy. She squeezed the trigger three time and sent three shots up rang. One by one the cans jumped backwards off the van and Pontiac called them as they fell. She fired two more shots. Hit. Hit. She glanced back towards Pontiac. He was looking through binoculars and he was smiling. She pulled the trigger and the last can dropped to the ground.

"Wahoo! Way to go sis." Trent yelled before he started to whistle.

"Stop that." Cheyenne said to Trent as she blushed again. She looked back at Pontiac.

"That's some fine shooting Cheyenne." Pontiac said still smiling.

She was about to say thanks when there CB's squawked. "Is anyone out there?" It took Pontiac a second for what was happing to in sink. As soon as he realized it was coming from There CB. He ran back to the car and jumped in. He picked up the mic and said. "I'm reading you. Come again. Over."

"O thank god. I have been trying all the other channels for over an hour now. I'm Tallahassee. Who am I speaking to? Over." Tallahassee asked.

"I'm Pontiac. Where are you calling from? Over."

"Me and my friends are trapped in a factory. There four of us. One's a just kid. Please we really could use some help. Over"

I'm sorry to hear that. I'll see what I can do give me your location? Over."

"Were in Commerce city Denver. Ah the Factory on dahlia St and E-50 Ave. Over.

"Dahlia St and E-50 Ave. Roger that give me a second to look it up. Over." Pontiac said as he started to go through his glove box looking for a map. Then he remembered he didn't have a map of Denver. He stopped to think. The M.S.U, Stupid! How could He have forgotten about the M.S.U.? He jumped out of the car and ran towards the trunk. He popped it open and reached in towards the back. He pushed his tube duffel bag to the side and grabbed the MSU case. He opened it and pulled out a rugged black laptop and a tube. Pontiac shut the trunk. He pushed a button on the tube and it turned into a small satellite dish. He placed it on the roof of his car along with the laptop he pulled a cord from the laptop and hooked it up to the dish. Then he opened it and it turned on. A screen popped up and asked for ID and a password. Pontiac entered the info.

By this time Cheyenne and Trent were by his side and were watching him.

Trent asked. "What that."

"The M.S.U. I forgot I had it." Pontiac said as a Satellite dish on the screen flashed. It was pulsating curved lines up to a little satellite.

"The what?" asked Cheyenne with a puzzled look on her face?

"Right I'm sorry. MSU stand for (Mobil, Satellite, and Uplink). With this will be able to find there location and how close any hordes are." A map of the USA popped up on the screen. Pontiac started typing the location he was giving. The image refreshing to a detailed map of a long factory with a group of zombies swarmed around a car and the center of the building. That was facing dahlia St and E-50 Ave. There was a couple in the back spread out. He continued to type on the key board. The image refreshing to a full size city map. There were a number of city blocks highlighted red, orange, yellow and white. The cores of these colored grids were white and faded to red lines as they neared edges. There were some intersections closer to the edge that was white and faded back to red. The rest of the city was almost a clear satellite image. But there was the occasional smaller red spots spread apart from the bigger horde.

"What are those grids looking things?" asked Trent

"Those are thermal images of hordes of zombies numbering in the thousands. Maybe in the millions. White indicates a high number of zombies and red indicates a low number of zombies. The grids are hordes and the other smaller spots are nomadic groups. Sometime a small group breaks way from the horde and become nomadic. They just wonder around aimlessly till they merge with other hordes."

"My god! Do they stay like that or do they move." Said Cheyenne as she gasped.

The cores of the horde hardly ever movies but the outer layer changes. I've seen a time-lapse video of two branches stretch out wards around a few empty city blocks before flooding into them. I still think that why they carpet bomb Sacramento with napalm.

"You see that?" asked Trent as he pointed and added. "There coming down I 25 fast." Cheyenne and Pontiac looked closer. They saw a branched heading south on I 25. Towards the factory.

O there really screwed. They got maybe an hour, two if their lucky. Before there surrounded by over a thousand of zombies." Harvey said. "Shit!" Pontiac said as he reached into the car for the mic. "Hey! What interstate did you use?" Pontiac asked in an urgent tone.

"We used I 25. Why?" He asked.

"I'm on my way. Be ready to make a run for your car. I'll single when it time to move. Over and out." Pontiac said as he dropped the mic

"Roger that. Thank you. Over and out. Tallahassee said before the CB stopped.

"What's the plan Pontiac?" Cheyenne asked.

"Simple I go in. Get there attention via loud music. I'm thinking maybe some Manowar bBut I'm not sure. And some harassment with gun fire. I wait till the last minute before I take off in the car and lead them away from the Factory. You and Trent go back to that hotel we past a few miles back. The Reading Inn. I'll meat you there." Pontiac said as he put away the M.S.U.

"What? No were not going to let you go in there alone." Cheyenne said. Trent added. "Dam straight!"

"I'm not going to put you and your brother in harms way. I can do this by my self." Pontiac said as he climbed into his car.

"Were coming with you like it or not. And you can't stop us. You may need are help." Said Cheyenne as she held his door open. Pontiac sighed and gave it some thought. "Fine. When I make my move. You and Trent stay put and let those people know when the parking lot is empty." Pontiac said as he started his the G8 up. "Sounds like a plan." Cheyenne said as she shut his door. "Alright then get in your car and follow me." Cheyenne and Trent jumped into their car and followed Pontiac down the highway.

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