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Authors: Ray Ellingsen
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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report, I’d like to say something on a personal note.
The plague victim you just saw Mr. Ritchie put to rest was his nephew, Lionel. He went in to South Central to try to rescue him this morning and found him already infected. What he did wasn’t easy for him. So don’t judge him.”
Renee turned her laptop around and on the screen was a map of L.A. She began pointing out the most infected areas throughout the city. I barely heard her report. I don’t know Gerald Ritchie, but I would really like to meet him some day. He is the best of us still left here alive.
After the broadcast, I wasn’t really in the mood to go retrieve the propane kit, but it was starting to get overcast and it looked like it might rain. First I went to my front gate and spent an hour repairing the electric gate motor.
Actually, I spent an hour disassembling the motor housing only to discover nothing was wrong. I spent only five minutes digging around my garage for the correct size circuit fuse to replace the one that had blown. After a year and a half of dealing with a broken gate I now had it working again. It only took the end of the world to get me off my ass to fix it.
I was pretty sure it would work but was afraid to test it because of the noise it would make. I’d just have to hope for the best. I went back into the house, loaded up my weapons (and the gate remote with fresh batteries in it), and went over my back fence.
The truck was right where I had left it, along with the propane kit that almost got me killed (the damn thing had better be the most amazing invention since the wheel). I saw someone moving a block away and waited until they were out of sight.
The truck started after a brief protest and I drove it around the block to my front gate. As I approached I hit the remote and the driveway gate opened up right away. I backed the truck up as fast as I could, then jumped out and yanked the propane box out onto my driveway.
I shoved it up the driveway and well inside my property, and then hit the remote, hopped back in the truck and pulled away. I put the truck back on the next block over in case I ever have to use it in the future as a getaway car.
I contemplated pulling the battery out of the truck to store it, but decided not to as it would take too much time to reinstall if I was in a hurry. As I looked up into the darkening sky I made a mental note to raid an auto parts store for an emergency charger soon.
I walked back through the property behind my house and climbed back over the fence into my yard. I walked up my driveway to go put my new propane kit into the garage and froze in my tracks as I noticed that my front driveway gate was open.
I pulled the remote out of my pocket and looked at it accusingly. I was sure I had heard it shut as I was getting back in the truck when I left. My stomach tightened and I felt like I was 12 again and in trouble for doing something really stupid.
I touched the remote and watched until my gate shut all the way, cringing the whole time at the noise it made. I went up and checked to make sure it was secure. I shook my head, angry at myself but also a little scared. Overhead, the skies were black and ominous. I could feel a light rain starting to sprinkle down. I looked around my yard and listened for several minutes.
Everything seemed ok. I picked up the propane box and struggled with it all the way up the driveway. My knee protested with every step.
I set the box down in front of the garage, exhausted from my efforts. I unlocked my back door and let Chloe out. She raced around the back yard first before settling in to do her business. I watched her for a minute and then unlocked the garage and lifted the large wooden door up on its hinges. Just as the bottom edge of the door was level with my head I heard Chloe emit a low growl.
Suddenly something big slammed into me from behind. As I was propelled forward, my head smashed into the bottom edge of the garage door and reversed the
The plague victim you just saw Mr. Ritchie put to rest was his nephew, Lionel. He went in to South Central to try to rescue him this morning and found him already infected. What he did wasn’t easy for him. So don’t judge him.”
Renee turned her laptop around and on the screen was a map of L.A. She began pointing out the most infected areas throughout the city. I barely heard her report. I don’t know Gerald Ritchie, but I would really like to meet him some day. He is the best of us still left here alive.
After the broadcast, I wasn’t really in the mood to go retrieve the propane kit, but it was starting to get overcast and it looked like it might rain. First I went to my front gate and spent an hour repairing the electric gate motor.
Actually, I spent an hour disassembling the motor housing only to discover nothing was wrong. I spent only five minutes digging around my garage for the correct size circuit fuse to replace the one that had blown. After a year and a half of dealing with a broken gate I now had it working again. It only took the end of the world to get me off my ass to fix it.
I was pretty sure it would work but was afraid to test it because of the noise it would make. I’d just have to hope for the best. I went back into the house, loaded up my weapons (and the gate remote with fresh batteries in it), and went over my back fence.
The truck was right where I had left it, along with the propane kit that almost got me killed (the damn thing had better be the most amazing invention since the wheel). I saw someone moving a block away and waited until they were out of sight.
The truck started after a brief protest and I drove it around the block to my front gate. As I approached I hit the remote and the driveway gate opened up right away. I backed the truck up as fast as I could, then jumped out and yanked the propane box out onto my driveway.
I shoved it up the driveway and well inside my property, and then hit the remote, hopped back in the truck and pulled away. I put the truck back on the next block over in case I ever have to use it in the future as a getaway car.
I contemplated pulling the battery out of the truck to store it, but decided not to as it would take too much time to reinstall if I was in a hurry. As I looked up into the darkening sky I made a mental note to raid an auto parts store for an emergency charger soon.
I walked back through the property behind my house and climbed back over the fence into my yard. I walked up my driveway to go put my new propane kit into the garage and froze in my tracks as I noticed that my front driveway gate was open.
I pulled the remote out of my pocket and looked at it accusingly. I was sure I had heard it shut as I was getting back in the truck when I left. My stomach tightened and I felt like I was 12 again and in trouble for doing something really stupid.
I touched the remote and watched until my gate shut all the way, cringing the whole time at the noise it made. I went up and checked to make sure it was secure. I shook my head, angry at myself but also a little scared. Overhead, the skies were black and ominous. I could feel a light rain starting to sprinkle down. I looked around my yard and listened for several minutes.
Everything seemed ok. I picked up the propane box and struggled with it all the way up the driveway. My knee protested with every step.
I set the box down in front of the garage, exhausted from my efforts. I unlocked my back door and let Chloe out. She raced around the back yard first before settling in to do her business. I watched her for a minute and then unlocked the garage and lifted the large wooden door up on its hinges. Just as the bottom edge of the door was level with my head I heard Chloe emit a low growl.
Suddenly something big slammed into me from behind. As I was propelled forward, my head smashed into the bottom edge of the garage door and reversed the
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