Friday, September 21, 2012
Defense With The BoomStick
Down to one clip of handgun ammo and twenty shells for my shotgun. Those radioactive bastards used up the rest of it when they hit me in a pack. There were ten of them that came charging out of this warehouse mad as hell and hungry for a piece of me.
It was a running battle for about twenty minutes. All I heard was shotgun blasts going off, zombies roaring and my heart pounding as I jumped over debris and cars, weaving to stay ahead of them. Towards the end two of them caught up with me and tackled me down; all three of us went into a heap on the ground rolling down this hill.
My gear was going everywhere as it came down to a knife in one hand and my trusty Glock in the other. That moment was the most terrifying one I've ever had since the zombie apocalypse hit and I hope it never happens again, but nothing is certain. Still a little rattled from that throwdown since it was only a few hours ago.
I've been hiding out in what I think used to be a warehouse for FedEx as there are still plenty of undelivered packages all over the place. I've actually managed to find some useful items, including some medical supplies that are coming in handy bandaging my war torn body up after that skirmish.
Found one hell of a comfy couch in an office upstairs and have barricaded myself in there as I need some rest and I am sure there will be more zombies coming through here after all that noise and ruckus we made.
I need to find other survivors as this going at it alone spiel is just not cutting it when I have suped up zombies getting the drop on me. A person can only go so long, staying on their toes at all times before that one slip up.
Ok,ok… clean weapons, organize my gear then sleep. Man sleep is going to be good. Oh ya eat something. Amazing how some things go to the wayside when you're running for your life.