Friday, May 17, 2013
The end is in sight. By end I speak of getting out of Flagstaff or die trying. As of today I'm a bit banged up and nursing some wounds on a store rooftop. I just managed to hit the beginnings of the suburbs again as it was a tough fight through the sprawling center of the city. It was that journey through that injured me. Bleeding a little now, but my goal is at least within sight now.
There was this one particular bad spot I found myself in when I was moving down a street, sneaking from car to car. I was moving around the front end of this one SUV and ran smackdab into the back of a zombie that knocked me backwards as it turned falling onto of me. That's where I picked up one of my injuries, as I sliced my arm on the car bumper when I went down and the pleasure of pushing the zombie up away from me as I fumbled for my knife. This fight would start off one long day for me that could rival a day in the life of Jack Bauer.
For just about 24 hours I was on the run, trying to keep my wound bandaged and not leave a scent of blood for zombies to follow. I was going through storefronts and alleyways in my mad dash runathon that had zombies popping up here and there throughout. I even turned one corner at a point and skidded to a halt when a pack of about forty zombies were milling around on the street. Talk about a fun two hours, as that pack of zombies chased me in and out of buildings and only after escaping up a fire escape and being able to jump across a few building roofs did I lose them.
The only thing you can never lose is their moans, as those followed me. Even now sitting here on a roof within a stone's throw of the suburbs I still hear them. After taking off all my gear I looked over myself and found a few more wounds I didn’t realize in my running. Beyond the slice on my arm, had some scrapes and bruises on my legs had some cuts on my fingers from all the grappling and fighting I had to do. All I want to do is lie here and rest up for about a month, but I know that isn’t an option with so many zombies in the area.
In the morning, no matter how much I might still be hurting I'll recheck my bandages and get off this roof and out of this city. I plan on being at the outskirts of the suburbs by next week at this time and hopefully after that on my way to the mountains of California as I continue towards the military base out near Reno. I’m just hoping I find some sort of bicycle in one of these neighborhoods to help me get up into the mountains and a road map would definitely come in handy too.
Need to try and sleep.