Friday, August 9, 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.)
Hopes are exactly that: hopes. You hope a situation turns out for the better or hope it’s not as bad as you think. In my case, I had high hopes about this town I was heading for; especially the airport that should have had tall fences and a nice tall control tower to hide out in to give me a chance to rest up. This place had neither of them; it was basically a runway strip and a few hangars.
There was nothing there to help me out that much and that sucked. I scavenged around the town some and found a bit of good supplies. No useful cars or running vehicles though to help me upgrade from the small gator ATV I've been using. This town has a lot less useful going for it than the last one, but at least this one isn’t overrun by that zombie horde yet. The one spot that was useful was their historic Route 66 store.
The place was looted pretty good, but still a good bit was left in the back storeroom and the basement was basically untouched. I even found a few boxes of shotgun shells that go perfectly with that pump-action I found from the last town’s sheriff’s station. All in all, a good haul for a place I hoped to have given me a little more security to rest up. I almost forgot one other pivotal piece of equipment I found at that store: a railway map for all the local lines around here.
I saw the tracks on my way in, but after seeing the maps I found out I can take these lines all the way out to the coast to Barstow. It isn’t my ultimate goal, but getting that way will let me find a lot more supplies and possibly other survivors to aid me in getting to Reno. I'm especially glad I decided to check out the railyards, as there was a single car locomotive there with the old steam engine on it. Lucky me there was the wood cart already hooked up behind it.
Now I don’t know anything about trains other then what I saw in the movies all those years ago when there were still movies. Upon seeing a working train I went back to that general store to find anything--books or information on operating one of these old steam powered trains. No matter how hard it's going to be to do this I know I have to with that horde slowly bearing down on me and a chance to put some distance between me and them in a lot easier fashion I have to take it.
Never a dull day in the zombie apocalypse world.