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.)

This snow came out of nowhere. Blinding snow. Can’t see more than a few feet in front of us.

I could feel the temperature dropping the past few hours and see the clouds roll in, but it just started snowing like nothing I've ever seen before. Gotta find some shelter as I think we're somewhere in New Jersey heading for the coast to find a boat. It's down to just me and one other as we got hit during the week and they got Sam.

Downright brutal way to go what happened to Sam. He was basically torn to shreds by the zombies. The ferocity of their attack makes me wonder if zombies just haven’t had meals in a long time and competition is intense. We didn’t really have time to sit and analyze it as we got the hell out of there when we realized there was nothing we could do. We didn’t stop moving for a solid five hours after that attack and spent a couple of days hiding out in an abandoned plant.

Now we find ourselves in the mother of all blizzards seriously impeding our trek to the coast. One bright side of this is zombies are going to be a lot worse off than us, because of this snow and temperature. Shamblers can’t function or outright freeze in this weather, although I'm not sure how the zombies that have been hit with radiation will fare. From the luck we've had I'm not counting on them being slowed down that much, but hoping that the snow makes it a lot tougher for them to track and hunt us.

“Over there, a building,” I yell as I make a dash through the snow. It's really piling up. Here's to hoping this storm doesn’t last long. Not sure we'll be able to find a way out if the snow gets too high.