Defense With The BoomStick


(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.)

On the road again and on the run for my life again. A pack of zombies is hot on my tail that must have followed me from William’s outpost. I caught sight of them on the horizon behind me, which got me going in high gear from the easy pace I was going. For about a day now I’ve been going hard, rarely resting as there aren’t too many places to hide out in on this stretch of Arizona road.

What worries me is the explosion I heard coming from that outpost maybe a few hours after I left. I never saw any traps or Molotov cocktails that could have caused that type of explosion; except for a big propane tank they used for cooking and heating. If it was that than I’m not holding out much hope on those survivors making it out of there. This pack on me must be one that didn’t get any of the spoils and somehow caught whiff of me.

I've ran straight down I-40 hoping to come across some sort of town that I can lose them in and wouldn’t you know it saw a sign for a town called Ash Fork. It was another ten miles away from me and I knew it might save my life if I could just get there. All small towns have to have a sheriff’s office or sporting goods store that should have a weapon or two left behind (at least that's what I'm hoping). Worst case scenario is I have to go house to house searching and hope I don’t run into more zombies around.

I could just get off the road and try to lose them over the countryside, but I would more likely die out there before they would lose me. This Arizona terrain is damn unforgiving and would kill me right quick as my water would surly run out before I could find more. A car would come in handy right about now; hell even a skateboard would help just to get some of these miles past me and into a possible safe spot. Think I'm down to about a clip or two of ammo left with a few melee weapons strapped to me if it came down to a fight, but in my current state don’t think it would be a winning fight.

Frack I am tired. Don’t want to keep pushing but know I have to keep if I don’t want to end up in some zombie’s stomach.

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