Authors redo note;
Hello again everyone and welcome to season three of the reincarnated dead, Im glad to see everyone tuning in to the new account for the next season of what if the reviews on my old account say is true is a better walking dead story then the actual walking dead show. To show my appreciation for my commenters both old and new I have taken some liberties in this universe to add new characters named after some of you guys. I do hope to continue this series as I have time we all know us authors have work and lives outside of this hobby hell I wish I could quit my job and become a full time writer so I could get these out for people to enjoy.
I am thinking of setting up a GoFundMe or PatriOn so people can donate to help me afford to take a day or two off work to devote more time to this but im not sure.
And so without further ado lets rejoin Philp and his walker filled adventure thanks for reading and I hope to see you all throughout this and other stories. As always Aim for the head.
Before the walker apocalypse and the collapse of civilization, the trip from the Hershel farmstead in Senoia Georgia to the National Guard depo would have taken just a few hours. Now though they were on day three having to stop dozens of times to either clear the roads of wreaked or abandoned cars, or finding another way when the roads were too bad or the bridges were out had slowed the long convoy to a snail's pace.
But this is the last one it looks like Philip thought as he looked through the binoculars while the majority of the convoy sat in the parking lot of a burned down CVS pharmacy at the clear road ahead with a street sign saying they were on St. Hill and Crescent Rd. Looking back at the long string of vehicles waiting as the bank truck and service truck were chained to the bumpers of vehicles and pulled out of the way.
The convoy had grown to include four RVs and a street department refueling truck loaded with gas siphoned from surrounding vehicles every time they had stopped to clear a path. The pick-ups had their guns removed and piled high with cases of food, gas, and anything else useful they could find. Their guns had been moved to the unarmed Humvees. Shanes jeep had been stripped and left behind as he traded up to a car hauler loaded with running vehicles. It had taken him and a few T-boned cars and busted fenders to get used to driving it
The people had grown as well they had found two groups in that time the first was a group of fifteen people including four Georgia National Guardsmen. They had been sheltering at a campsite after their chain of command broke down when Atlanta fell. The guardsmen commander Corporal Some Dude had been given command of a Humvee, and their group was welcomed with open arms.
The second group of six people led by a hardcore LARPr Luis Gonzalez. Judging from their full medieval style armor and honest to god swords and longbows. At first I thought they were so full of bullshit but then I had also seen them in action. All of them used bows until the walkers were nearly on them then picked up their shields and drew their swords. Not gonna lie Philip Chuckled it was cool as hell.
"Hey dad," Carl said tugging on my sleeve "what's so funny?"
Coming back to reality and the here and now "Nothing kiddo just remembering when Luis and his friends joined us." I replied
Carl's eyes got wide as he shook his head "that was so cool attacking those walkers with nothing but swords and bows." he started miming using a bow with making the twang sound as he lets imaginary arrows fly.
Tussling his hair I start to say something but am interrupted by Shane's voice on the radio "Roads clear we can move up now."
Looking back sure enough the two cars that had slammed into either side of a school bus surrounded on either side by dozens of other cars and trucks had been pulled to either side giving the mass of vehicles a way forward again.
"Okay everyone" I radioed "it's time to move out. Load everything we have gathered and let's move out." But before I put the radio back on my belt Bobs Voice called out "Hey Rick there is an eighteen wheeler here at the Food Depo grocery store with an empty trailer and almost a full tank of diesel we just had to find a new belt for the engine. With the eighteen wheeler we already have almost full this would not only ease the cargo problem we have been having but also let us grab even more. I need about twenty minutes to put the new belt on, how about we meet you at the depo?"
Without hesitating I reply "okay I'll leave the tool truck and a Humvee with Daryl and Merle to keep an eye out for you guys. Meet us when you can."
The three vehicles and five people were left behind to get the rig in working order.
Two miles past the cleared road we came across a graveyard. The parking lot and road in front of the base was covered in dead walkers their heads blown apart. From the look of the airport next to the depo they had been checking people over here before flying them somewhere else. Also strewn among the dead walkers were men in camo.
I called out "teams of four Shane, Glenn, and T your with me remember conserve ammo when you can."
Attaching the bayonet to the barrel of my rifle im glad to notice everyone else was doing the same except for Gonzalez and his team they all nocked arrows moving in as well.
As we approached the gate of the depo we all saw the dozen or so walkers gripping the chain link their skin darkened and the faint smell of cooked meat still coming off of them as T pointed to a dozen car batteries daisy-chained to the fence. "Looks like they daisy chained them together and rigged the batteries to run a current into the fence to electrocute anything that touched it."
Nodding "well from the looks of it they ran out of power." Shane said brushing the back of his hand against a walkers back.
As we continued through the body cooked fence we saw even more bodies leading to a machine gun nest with the remains of a fire team literally covered in walkers. Looking over the piles of brass and empty magazines "They put up a hell of a fight." everyone nodded at that.
A few minutes later as we walked into the vehicle storage area we came across our first active walkers, five of them three wearing military uniforms the other civilians. Splitting up we each rammed our blades into the walkers faces Glenn was faster as he simply let go of the rifle letting the dead weight of the walker take the weapon as he drew his preferred melee weapon a hatchet burying it to the shaft.
The walkers dealt with everyone recovered their rifles and continued inwards following the trail of bodies from the fighting withdrawal of the surviving troops. The vast majority however were wearing civilian clothing but here and there a military uniform was thrown in.
As they neared the Armory they stopped noticing the overhead light of this building was on showing it still had power. Looking at the Keypad with a splash of blood covering half of it Philip reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag and wiped it smirking as the group let out a small chuckle as the glowing red light appeared.
"Corporal Some Dude, Can you hear me? how goes your section?" I asked over the radio
It took a minute but the reply came as he answered "Yeah Rick I can hear you. And not too bad no survivors but the men here put up a hell of a fight. we have only come across about half a dozen walkers."
Nodding with his thoughts these guys stood their ground and made the undead bastards bleed for every unwanted foot "that they did we will see about putting a quick memorial together before we burn the bodies but the reason I called is any of your men an electronics person? We are at the armory and it still has power the keypad is locked and I don't want to make more noise than we have to."
The reply came faster this time "yes Private Dean Scott is our hack and crack man we are on our way."
hopeful there are some goodies inside we patiently wait the five minutes it takes for the guardsmen to reach us the electronics guy with his rifle slung and a tablet in his hands gets right to work and is able to crack the code in less than five minutes we all point our rifles at the door as Dean pistol in hand pushes the door open.
And the eight of them come face to face with over two dozen rifles and pistols pointed right back at them…..
