Friday, May 24, 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.)

Trapped in a car is no way to die. When the zombie outbreak happened and over the past few years I’m sure many a person found themselves trapped in a car surrounded by zombies. Facing one of two ways to die by dehydration/starvation or the eventual zombie horde busting in and taking bites aren't pretty ways for someone to go.

You sit watching your fate outside the windows banging and banging to get in and tear you apart. In all my time out beyond the safety of a wall I never had to take refuge in a car to escape a pack of zombies, but I’ve finally found myself in that situation. When you're completely cut off from an escape route and surrounded, jumping in a car was the only choice, short of going out in a blaze of glory.

I tied both doors together with some rope and bungee cords I found in the cab so they can’t be open, even if zombies could figure out how to open them. I then put as much paper and stuff to block the windows so the zombies would lose sight of me. I knew the ones still beating on the sides knew I was in there, but figure no need to give them more incentive to want to stay. After securing the doors and blocking the windows except for a little slit in the windshield so I can look out I crawled into the back of the cab where the bunk for a trucker is.

I must have holed in there for at least three days eating and drinking sparingly so as to not have a lot of waste to dispose of out of a top roof hatch. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but at least I am still alive after the time. Those three days were some of the most brutal I've been through. Towards the end of the third day is when I made my break for it, as I only heard a few zombies out there still banging. I peeked out the opening and climbed out of the roof hatch dispatching the few zombies in my path and hauling down the street.

Sure a couple followed me, but I lost them easily enough and now find myself hidden amidst the suburbs. Almost out of this death trap and on my way again. With the way things have been going I look to be out of Flagstaff within the next week or so; at least I am hoping that to be the case. This hell I've found myself in just won't end and I don’t think I have spent this long trying to get through one city in my life.


Post a Comment