Friday, March 22, 2013
(Defense With The BoomStick Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally it was a post of news and tips to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now it has became a story of my fight to survive and to keep on living.)
Whoever invented canned food gets my thanks.
Over the past week, those few and far between cans I did find have kept me alive and going. Hell you don’t even have to heat them up; just crack them open and chow down.
That’s been my week. Sneaking from house to house, raiding cupboards and pantries to find anything that is in the form of edible food. It's one rough week when you don’t know if you will find food or be able to outrun that next zombie being in the condition I'm in. I was fortunate enough to find the slim pickings I did, until this one spot I searched.
From the looks of the setup someone left a little package behind filled with canned food, water and other supplies. Perhaps there are some good people left trying to help others out, but with this level of preparedness there must be another survivor or a group around here. Weary of all this could be a trap I grabbed stuff as fast as possible and got out of there.
I snuck out of the back and moved slowly away from the house, staying in cover until I got far enough away to look behind me searching for tails. Must have waited there for what seemed like half an hour just scanning the road behind me and treeline searching for any clues of someone following me. If there was one; they were doing a great job of staying hidden.
I headed out again, taking my time in moving from cover to cover just in case and getting more distance between that house I found the pile of supplies in. Think I covered two miles as fast as I could and found this little roadside store that had a small house a bit up the way behind it to hide out in. Got in there and sealed it up tight to keep watch for any followers.
I should have known something was going on with the lack of zombies in this area. Whoever lives around here keeps this place clean of the undead bastards. Now have to figure out if it’s worthwhile to stick around in this area and maybe try to find those other survivors or just get out of here and lose any tails I might get when I do.