Friday, April 5, 2013
Turns out it was all one big goose chase. I finally decided to hit that one store I was eying over the last week. I led off as many zombies as I could a few miles down the road stopping and hiding behind cars to pop out and kill a few with some good whacks to the head, eventually ducking off the road and backtracking to the store. There were maybe three or four left and I dispatched them easily enough allowing me to survey the store up close and find my way in.
Whoever did this place up they did one hell of a job. I couldn’t find a single way in after circling a few times, until I climbed up on top of the building and found a hatch that wasn’t sealed. I was able to pop it open and dropped some glow sticks down there to light up the place and see if I would have any surprises. After waiting a few minutes I didn’t see anything so I climbed my way down and was a bit disappointed with what I found.
All the shelves were empty. The coolers, racks...I couldn't find a morsel of food anywhere in the main store. I found plenty of trash and refuse that proved someone was living there. I figured they must have used the roof hatch to get out after exhausting all the supplies here. That is where the wild goose chase part comes in.
Whoever was living here didn’t do much exploring in the back as I wedged open this door that was padlocked and found a good little trove of food. Most of it was chips that were long past expired, but still tasted good enough for me. I did find some canned foods and a case of water and Gatorade too that have been serving me well over this past week. I grabbed all the supplies I found in that back room as well as a few tools the person living here before left behind; I’m guessing they couldn’t handle the extra weight.
Getting in, grabbing all the loot and getting back out onto the roof wasn’t that big a problem. The problem came when I was back outside on top and was laying on the roof peering over the edge. Seems a few of the zombies managed to find their way back here and now I had a nice little group milling about waiting for me. Thankfully, these are some dumb zombies, as a simple ruse of dropping a bit of roof material off one side had them all heading that way allowing me to hop off the other side and get out of there.
Ever since last Saturday I've been walking, on the lookout for food again. I want to continue my journey towards that old military depot near Reno, but right now I can’t risk heading into the desert until I get my level of supplies under control. I can just imagine the feeling I'll have driving a tank down the road just mowing down some zombies and blowing my way through buildings. Those thoughts are some of the few things that are keeping me going as not a lot of food isn’t. So I press on…