Friday, November 28, 2014

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 in this zombie world.)

Year 6. Week 14.

Zombies just do not fracking give up. We've been hounded the past five days by a group of zombies that continue to stay on our tail. No matter what we do, somehow when we take a break zombies appear on the horizon every time. With the amount of ammo and general state we're in there's no way we can wait to surprise and fight them all.

After our crash landing we’ve been making good time, heading back to Kansas City. We were resting up in this one small motel on the side of the road when we started to hear noises. We packed up our gear when we saw a group of zombies heading our way and made our way slowly to the back of the room to sneak out the window. Zekk went out the window first and as soon as he set his feet on the ground he was set upon by another pack of zombies we didn’t even see. All we heard were his screams and the sound of ripping meat as we stood there in horror, frozen at the sheer destructive power going on out there.

Ryan and I headed back out towards the front and busted our way out the door the zombies were banging on. We used night tables to push our way through the zombies and hauled down the road. Ever since that day our life has been nonstop running, resting for short periods and trying to do what we can to stay alive.

Over the course of the past fast days, their numbers have been whittled down using whatever means possible. That's been the cause for our low ammo supply; that and the sad fact of Zekk grabbed the extra ones before he went out the window. The result has forced us to conserve ammo and only shoot if a definitive kill is the result. It’s definitely led us to be more creative in our methods of dispatching zombies and managing to sleep for shorter periods of time. This pace though is going to kill us if we can’t get these zombies off of our trail.

Gotta find some wheels, as that might be the only way to outpace our pursuers. There's no way we can keep this pace up we're running on fumes here. Between a lack of sleep and little to eat the days are merging together as a big blur of exhaustion. Mostly running on caffeine pills the past day and half; man do they frack with your nerves. I got this twitch in my cheek that's only going to stop once I get some sleep.

I just hope we're going to make it back there alive. This is one fight we cannot lose.


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