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end we decided on an SUV. The truth of it was we were going to take whatever car we could get moving. Mine was too unreliable, or in other words, was a piece of shit. The girls added a few items to a wish list. These were comfort items that they were hopeful we would find out there, but were not essential to our trip. Garett and I were to scout the neighborhood, and the girls would stay home and go through every nook and cranny in my home looking for things we may need. We had to pack light for people who were leaving forever, but we also had to get everything we may need. It was a horrible pace that we had to maintain. All we needed to do was forget one thing, and we may be dead for it.
Garett and I decided that day trips were going to be our best way to scout. The dead may see us, but we could also see them and that was important to our survival. Daylight would light the homes that we entered. A town without power was darker then darkest nights you could imagine. Come to think of it, nights were beautiful in a way they never were before. All of nature’s beauty was spread out before us due to electricity’s demise. I guess some things were better now that we were all doomed.
Mick
A caravan of cars made its way down Main Street today. They were here and gone before I knew what happened. I missed the perfect chance to get out of this damn store. I have been locked up in here forever. I lost count of the days a long time ago. I ran out of cigarettes a week ago. I counted those days. Seven freaking days ago. Seven overly long days. 175 hours and 32 minutes ago. I still have food and water. I’m not rolling in it, but it’s enough for now. I wonder where those people were going?
I finally balls’ed it up and got a weapon made. It was a crude spear. I spent a few days sharpening a piece of a display rack and attaching it to the end of a mop I found in a utility closet. The corner store had an apartment above it with an entrance in the back office. Took me a few days, but I learned that the residents were still in there trying to claw their way into the store to get me. Fuckers. Now I had enemy inside the store and out. Getting a weapon and taking their dead asses out was the best plan I had since getting myself in the store. Maybe if I was lucky they were smokers in their previous life and have a pack or two stashed up in that apartment.
There was a spare set of keys in the office drawer, so I let myself up there. The stairwell ended with another door. Scratching and moaning, the apartment’s residents were right on the other side. I couldn’t figure out how to open the door with my spear ready to go. I made the fucking thing too long. It was awkward in my hand. That’s what I get for never actually being the badass that I talked myself up to be. I stood there like an ass for a good hour waiting for the magic idea to come to me that would make this whole thing play out like an action movie.
You know where I am the hero and I slay the bad guys with ease. In the movies I would open the door and in some move that shows off my skill and badassery I would kill two or three bad guys with one slice. I would also have an automatic that I found in some convenient trip to just the right place. This isn’t the movies, so here I stand with my weak ass spear that I don’t really know how to use.
I got it through my thick skull that I wasn’t going to figure out a better way to do this, so I better just open the door and deal with what was on the other side. I grabbed the knob and as I twisted I took a few steps back. The first one through the doorway was an old man, tiny little thing. I tossed him over my shoulder and down the stairs as he lunged at me. His wife sped at me next, she only had speed because I was downhill and she must have weighed 350 lbs. in life. I got my spear up just in time, and she took it right between the eyes. How’s that for badass?
She went limp, and tumbled towards me. I had to
Garett and I decided that day trips were going to be our best way to scout. The dead may see us, but we could also see them and that was important to our survival. Daylight would light the homes that we entered. A town without power was darker then darkest nights you could imagine. Come to think of it, nights were beautiful in a way they never were before. All of nature’s beauty was spread out before us due to electricity’s demise. I guess some things were better now that we were all doomed.
Mick
A caravan of cars made its way down Main Street today. They were here and gone before I knew what happened. I missed the perfect chance to get out of this damn store. I have been locked up in here forever. I lost count of the days a long time ago. I ran out of cigarettes a week ago. I counted those days. Seven freaking days ago. Seven overly long days. 175 hours and 32 minutes ago. I still have food and water. I’m not rolling in it, but it’s enough for now. I wonder where those people were going?
I finally balls’ed it up and got a weapon made. It was a crude spear. I spent a few days sharpening a piece of a display rack and attaching it to the end of a mop I found in a utility closet. The corner store had an apartment above it with an entrance in the back office. Took me a few days, but I learned that the residents were still in there trying to claw their way into the store to get me. Fuckers. Now I had enemy inside the store and out. Getting a weapon and taking their dead asses out was the best plan I had since getting myself in the store. Maybe if I was lucky they were smokers in their previous life and have a pack or two stashed up in that apartment.
There was a spare set of keys in the office drawer, so I let myself up there. The stairwell ended with another door. Scratching and moaning, the apartment’s residents were right on the other side. I couldn’t figure out how to open the door with my spear ready to go. I made the fucking thing too long. It was awkward in my hand. That’s what I get for never actually being the badass that I talked myself up to be. I stood there like an ass for a good hour waiting for the magic idea to come to me that would make this whole thing play out like an action movie.
You know where I am the hero and I slay the bad guys with ease. In the movies I would open the door and in some move that shows off my skill and badassery I would kill two or three bad guys with one slice. I would also have an automatic that I found in some convenient trip to just the right place. This isn’t the movies, so here I stand with my weak ass spear that I don’t really know how to use.
I got it through my thick skull that I wasn’t going to figure out a better way to do this, so I better just open the door and deal with what was on the other side. I grabbed the knob and as I twisted I took a few steps back. The first one through the doorway was an old man, tiny little thing. I tossed him over my shoulder and down the stairs as he lunged at me. His wife sped at me next, she only had speed because I was downhill and she must have weighed 350 lbs. in life. I got my spear up just in time, and she took it right between the eyes. How’s that for badass?
She went limp, and tumbled towards me. I had to
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