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.)

Huff…huff. Chasing me. Keep moving.

That car I was in hit a zombie and flipped me out of it. Unfortunately, half my gear was tossed over a good bit of road with the rest thankfully stuffed into my duffel landing near where I landed. Me? I didn’t make it out so lucky with a number of scrapes, bruises and what feels like a possible broken arm from when I smacked into the ground. I managed to hit the side of the road versus the road itself, as I'm pretty sure I would be up walking around as a zombie by now if the former was the case.

I’m not sure how long I was laying out there, but when I woke up there were a few zombies within eyesight shambling my way. So tired.

Once I get a spot to lose these zombies and check out my wounds I'll have to try and circle back to see if can salvage any of the gear I had to leave. Losing the zombies is going to be the hard part with the blood dripping from the injury on my face and legs. I bandaged them both up as best I could, but with zombies on me I couldn’t do that much. Every inch aches, hurts and burns with every step I take; I'm just not going to give the zombies the satisfaction of eating this guy.

There has to be somewhere to hold up and if I don’t find it soon my only option is going to be making a stand. A stand that could be my last if I allow just one slip-up before a zombie is munching on my arm or leg for supper. I can't keep this pace up with the duffel I'm carrying and I can’t leave it behind. Mmight as well make it a death sentence without anything to survive with.

Here we go. One more push to survive...