Friday, September 27, 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.)
Year 5. Week 6.
Things going our way is something that might take a bit to get used to. A week like the one we had where everything was working to our advantage had been a long time coming and a welcomed break. Except for one large pack of zombies we had to take out, the week has flown past with all we have accomplished.
We're still following highway 395 up eastern California on our way to Nevada. The road is still in decent shape; at least as much as a road can be with no sort of maintenance on it for the past five years. The car has keep a steady pace of thirty miles an hour just to make sure we don’t hit any big holes in the ground that could do damage, as well as keep an eye out for any zombies or useful items along the way. So far most of the good stuff we've found is in the small towns we roll through.
After leaving Independence we made it up through about two or three more towns throughout the week. We could be further along the trail, but we wanted to make sure we don’t miss anything that could aid us as once we get closer to Nevada as food and water are going to be in short supply to find. Following along this road is a pretty solid stream that occasionally turns into a river and lakes at times. We make sure to fill up our water every chance we can and boil it first just to make sure to clean any bacteria out of it. Doing this has slowed down our journey, but in the long run will be worth it.
All the gear and items we've found made it necessary to get another vehicle in use to carry some of it. We lucked out in that department too when we hit this place called Wilkerson that had one hell of a truck repair depot. This is where we ran into the trouble getting the truck out of there. It was a fenced-in place that had about twelve to fifteen zombies milling around within. They must have been survivors living there by the look of the clothes and gear they had on them. I’m guessing one went outside the fence looking for stuff, got bitten and didn’t say anything, turning the rest. Gotta remember all it takes is one bite to bring everything down.
These kinds of jobs dispatching zombies is easy with getting them near the fence and just putting a knife or sharp poker through the eye of each one. With two guys watching our back we went down the line quickly and efficiently taking them all out. Then we opened up the gates, bringing our vehicle in and searching every nook and cranny of the place to make sure it was secure for one and zombie free two. It was a great base to rest up for a few days and make sure both vehicles were in top shape, allowing us to redistribute our supplies more evenly. That way if a vehicle was lost we wouldn’t have to worry about losing too much stuff since it was evenly stored between the two.
On top of that we had to use some spare vehicle parts to reinforce the truck and make it more secure for the passengers riding in it. Plus, we don’t want gear bouncing out of the back if we have to do some high speed maneuvers in the future. Always things to do that can make the difference between surviving another day or dying on that one day.