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 after being bitten and partially cured to walk as a half-zombie among them.)

I am tired to the bone. On top of that it's raining a steady downpour and is just making it a miserable time. I'm currently stacked down in an old ranger station up in the mountains and from the looks of it was setup as a survivor's outpost, but has been abandoned in recent times. It was a bitch of a hike to get up this high so hopefully no bandit vehicles will be able to find me as I need the time to rest.

Got pretty banged up over the last week from my run to get out of that radio station. With those bandits coming closer through the town and the radioactive zombies still lurking about I had to make a move--either staying to fight or running like hell.

I decided to take my chances and head out into the woods to make my escape, with hopefully the bandits drawing all the attention of the zombies so I can slip through. I did leave a little surprise for any follower who might decide to check out the building in the form of some explosives wired to blow when a door is opened. I was maybe fifteen minutes away from the building before I heard and saw the huge explosion behind me, but I didn't anticipate the explosion riling up the zombies that were in the area to a fever pitch.

All around me l heard noises and moaning. I'm not really worried about the regular zombies bothering me, but those radioactive ones would and with all the regular zombies making noises l wouldn't hear them coming. There were four of them and they were on me fast as they came sprinting out of some underbrush straight for me.

A shotgun blast caught one side of a zombie's head and the buckshot spread, hitting another in the flank and dropping it. That left two more coming at me still. I cracked one under the chin with the butt of my shotgun, but the last one got on me and tore into my right arm a bit before l was able to jam a knife through it's brain. I went over to the dazed one and put a round through its head and took stock of my gear and wound.

I bandaged my arm somewhat and took off as fast as I could, heading for higher ground. Must have been going for at least a day and half before l came across the ranger station. I've been holed up here ever since then, trying to let myself heal and lose my pursuers at the same time.

With me being so weak from the wound, the hunger I can feel is growing stronger and if ltake care of that I should heal faster, but I'm not sure how I can take care of it. Will have to wait and see as I'm too damn tired to do much else, Need to rest.