Defense With The BoomStick

(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.)

You know that old saying, you feel like a different person after a shave and a haircut? Well I'm definitely feeling good after mine; even though I had to do it myself. The scissors and trimmers I found in that barbershop were put to good use as it was all just getting too long which could lead to disaster when some zombie makes a grab for it.

The house I found myself in since past Friday isn't too shabby, I have to say. From no low level windows for zombies to get in through, to an actual garden in the back that had some vegetables growing in it and a sweet living room to sleep in. Been sticking around this past week to keep exploring around the area to find what I can for my trip. Most of these houses have been paying off, with plenty of people having planted gardens before the zombie apocalypse happening that have been able to grow out of control, providing me with plenty of food to salvage.

I’ve spent this week stocking it all up, cleaning and prepping it so when I move out will be easier to carry. I even went back to that general and sporting goods store, finding more things that will come in handy down the road too. A few utility knives, another compass, flares and even matches; just a good bit that will come in handy. Shocking the amount that was still here or maybe people just grabbed the better stuff. People do crazy things when people start eating each other.

I figure to stick around here another half week or so to gather as much as I can before hitting the road again. Zombies in these parts aren’t a problem right now, but I can see them becoming one later on in the week. Everyday it seems I'm killing a few more then the day before, which means they're heading into the area. I'm just not sure what could be drawing them this way; it could be the heat or maybe they got a sense people are in this area.

Too bad they couldn’t leave any ammo around; now that would come in handy. Maybe one of these other houses will lead me to some ammo as you just cannot take everything. This is New Mexico after all--most people who live here were packing some sort of weapons and with weapons you need ammo. Who knows I may luck out and find a working car while I’m at it, which would be awesome to help get me to Reno.