Friday, August 2, 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.)
Being back on the road makes me remember how much it sucks. Ever since that horde of zombies chased me out of Ash Fork I’ve been on the road heading west. So far there hasn’t been a lot of places to stop or rest as there isn’t much out here on the road except for gas stations here or there.
It's just a whole lot of nothing out here, punctuated by the occasional abandoned car or walking corpse that has to be taken out. One thing I'm thankful for is that gator I found in the last town doesn’t use too much gas and has been lasting me this long. If I don’t find any more gas soon though my I'll be back to walking and that will suck; especially with that horde not too far behind me that's probably catching up.
The next town I come across I'll need to find some fuel or some other mode of transportation to keep moving. I see a sign up ahead for a town called Seligman that looks to be a bit bigger than the last one was. Maybe with this place I can find a spot to hole up and wait for that huge horde to pass me by.
I even think I saw signs that they have an airport which could be useful if there happen to be some planes about. At the very least there is a control tower nice and high up I could hide out in that will give me a good view of the surrounding area as well. Now I just have to get there to check it all out and see what I can find. The one thing I got going for me is all of these towns I am passing on I-40 were small towns with not a lot of population in them. Small populations make it easier to move about without any worry of zombies catching me off guard or a bunch of them making it hard to search for supplies.
I kinda hope I do run into another survivor sometime soon. It has been a month (if not two) since the last living person I've seen. Would be nice to have someone to watch my back and let me get a little more sleep and share the load of surviving. Few more miles left to go. Gotta keep moving.