Friday, October 18, 2013
(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 9.
The fighting is fierce. It's felt--at times--nonstop for us.
We’ve been running and gunning for the past two days against an overwhelming, unrelenting pack of zombies. That horde we feared might be following us was indeed doing just that; except it was so large it hit us from two sides. Our spotters radioed us the situation, but things devolved so quickly none of us really knew what was heading our way.
We had about five days in the town with little trouble from zombies as we searched for supplies and scouted the place. It was the day before yesterday when our spotters saw the first line of the horde. They were so focused on the front coming in the direction we came from they didn’t see the other side moving in from the east on us. Those are the ones we ran into as we moved to meet up the two parties and the trouble arose.
Moving down those streets we began to run into zombies here and there; nothing major that we couldn’t handle. Until we turned down one street and ran smackdab into wall to wall zombies coming at us, slamming on the brakes we about crashed the vehicles into each other before hitting reverse and going back the way we came. We were tearing out of this town like madmen trying to find open road and hook back up with the two spotters that were on foot out there trying to stay alive.
For that first day we were spinning every which way, staying just barely ahead of the horde as we searched for a spot to pick up the other two guys. We eventually did find a spot to grab them as we all piled out to cover them running towards us. This is where tragedy hit, as a zombie shambled out of a side alley and got their hands on one of the covering guys, taking him down in a spray of blood and screams. One of the others lit them both up with gunfire, killing the zombie and ending our friend’s suffering.
After that the rest of the day and today blurred together; just scenes of fighting and clawing for every bit of open road we could get. We can’t even try to hide out and let them all pass, because of the sheer size of this zombie group on us. They just destroy everything in their path, leaving behind nothing to hide in. We would be found, surrounded and shortly thereafter eaten alive as we fight to the last man.
No, our only form of survival is to keep moving and fight our way out anyway we can. Hoping we can find a break to get ourselves out of there.