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bigger, in fact. So far, I’d gotten by with mostly luck and patience. My skill level was basic at best.
Turns out the width of the slip wasn’t my problem. Worried about the wrong thing I didn’t realize how short the slip was and I was going too fast. I hit the back of the slip, cracking one of the pilings. The boat seemed undamaged. That’s Beauregard: taking a beating and soldiering on.
I went back and kicked the dive bombing zombie off the boat and checked for others on both decks. Satisfied, I went onto the pier to get the lines attached. With almost no wind sheltered behind the Yorktown, I was able to tie up the boat in about ten minutes.
“Pulling up.”
The pier led up about twenty feet to a landing with a gift shop and ticket office. There were a few zombies here who had heard me hit the dock and were lined up for a meal. I dropped all of them with my crossbow from the other side of a crowd control gate. The last one had a Patriot’s Point name badge. I didn’t look at the name.
Suddenly, the rest of the team was getting out of the vehicles.
“Hey, Boss Man.”
“Hi fellas. How’s your morning so far?” That got a smile from Mike which wasn’t hard to do these days.
“A few too many zombies and way too much traffic. And we need to stop for gas.”
The gas station on the corner had ten zombies that we killed quickly then gassed up with the hand pumps. It was tiring work but we got through it quickly. When it was time to go, Tom walked around to the passenger side of the bus and looked surprised when I walked up beside him.
“The keys are in it,” he said.
“No, you go ahead. I’ll navigate.”
As we got underway again, I leaned back to John and said
“I could get used to this.”
The closest grocery store was another Harris Teeter only three blocks away. The road was congested with abandoned cars and wrecks. We had to push a few out of the way. The parking lot of the Teeter was inside an ‘L’ shaped strip mall. One side was anchored by a Starbucks and the other side by a Rite Aid Drugstore. The Teeter was next to the drugstore. The lot had fewer zombies than I had expected and it had something we hadn’t seen much of yet. Corpses. They were scattered around the lot with many up near the door of the Teeter. This place had already been looted. But, I think the looters were still here on the ground.
We didn’t see any living people but noticed a white cargo van that would need checking out in a moment. It took all five of us only ten minutes to walk the lot and clear any zombies. There were several in cars but there was no reason to let them out. The ones in cars always seemed angry. Of course, you’d be angry too if you were locked inside a car with food walking by.
The cargo van told the story for me. It was surrounded by weapons, mostly firerarms. They lay where they were dropped by their owners as they were bit and turned. The van was nearly full of supplies. The group probably did a good job of getting stuff out of the building only to get flanked by other zombies attracted by the noise of the gunfire. It was a group just like us. Past tense.
There was a very angry zombie in the front seat of the van. He and the supplies inside would have to wait.
The store had been picked over pretty well. It was difficult to breathe inside and I was lucky to have a bandana in my pack to put over my nose and mouth. So far in the Zombie Apocalypse people seem to take the water but forget about the other liquids. There was soda, juice, Gatorade and the like. All of it had calories that normally we wouldn’t need but those calories were needed in our new world. There wasn’t much canned food left inside. Perhaps the other group had it in the
Turns out the width of the slip wasn’t my problem. Worried about the wrong thing I didn’t realize how short the slip was and I was going too fast. I hit the back of the slip, cracking one of the pilings. The boat seemed undamaged. That’s Beauregard: taking a beating and soldiering on.
I went back and kicked the dive bombing zombie off the boat and checked for others on both decks. Satisfied, I went onto the pier to get the lines attached. With almost no wind sheltered behind the Yorktown, I was able to tie up the boat in about ten minutes.
“Pulling up.”
The pier led up about twenty feet to a landing with a gift shop and ticket office. There were a few zombies here who had heard me hit the dock and were lined up for a meal. I dropped all of them with my crossbow from the other side of a crowd control gate. The last one had a Patriot’s Point name badge. I didn’t look at the name.
Suddenly, the rest of the team was getting out of the vehicles.
“Hey, Boss Man.”
“Hi fellas. How’s your morning so far?” That got a smile from Mike which wasn’t hard to do these days.
“A few too many zombies and way too much traffic. And we need to stop for gas.”
The gas station on the corner had ten zombies that we killed quickly then gassed up with the hand pumps. It was tiring work but we got through it quickly. When it was time to go, Tom walked around to the passenger side of the bus and looked surprised when I walked up beside him.
“The keys are in it,” he said.
“No, you go ahead. I’ll navigate.”
As we got underway again, I leaned back to John and said
“I could get used to this.”
The closest grocery store was another Harris Teeter only three blocks away. The road was congested with abandoned cars and wrecks. We had to push a few out of the way. The parking lot of the Teeter was inside an ‘L’ shaped strip mall. One side was anchored by a Starbucks and the other side by a Rite Aid Drugstore. The Teeter was next to the drugstore. The lot had fewer zombies than I had expected and it had something we hadn’t seen much of yet. Corpses. They were scattered around the lot with many up near the door of the Teeter. This place had already been looted. But, I think the looters were still here on the ground.
We didn’t see any living people but noticed a white cargo van that would need checking out in a moment. It took all five of us only ten minutes to walk the lot and clear any zombies. There were several in cars but there was no reason to let them out. The ones in cars always seemed angry. Of course, you’d be angry too if you were locked inside a car with food walking by.
The cargo van told the story for me. It was surrounded by weapons, mostly firerarms. They lay where they were dropped by their owners as they were bit and turned. The van was nearly full of supplies. The group probably did a good job of getting stuff out of the building only to get flanked by other zombies attracted by the noise of the gunfire. It was a group just like us. Past tense.
There was a very angry zombie in the front seat of the van. He and the supplies inside would have to wait.
The store had been picked over pretty well. It was difficult to breathe inside and I was lucky to have a bandana in my pack to put over my nose and mouth. So far in the Zombie Apocalypse people seem to take the water but forget about the other liquids. There was soda, juice, Gatorade and the like. All of it had calories that normally we wouldn’t need but those calories were needed in our new world. There wasn’t much canned food left inside. Perhaps the other group had it in the
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