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how big the cleanup will be.”
We drove south, weaving around bodies, trucks, and other vehicles. I stopped every once and a while to check a truck, and we got lucky here and there with some extra ammunition. Tommy walked along the road and picked up weapons, chucking them into the back of the truck Duncan drove.
At the big bend of County Highway 11, just outside of Smithshire , we reached the end of the line. South of us there wasn’t any more trucks, nor any more corpses. It seemed to me that hope was dying as quickly as the army was .
“Well, here we go, ” I said, climbing out of the truck. I pulled out my rifle and joined Charlie on the road. Sarah didn’t get out, and I was intrigued when she slid into the driver’s seat.
“I’m going to check the town for any help with the cleanup, ” she said as she drove away.
I shrugged and held up a fist to Charlie. “Ready?”
He nodded. “One, two, three…Dammit!”
I chuckled. “You nearly always pick rock, you dope.”
“I like rocks, you paper sissy, ” Charlie said over his shoulder as he headed into the grass. His job, which we always contested over, was to go into the brush and get the zombies that had wandered off. We were fresh enough upon the scene that the dead weren’t rising , but it was going to happen soon. I figured by the time we reached Kirkland, we’d be fighting the suckers head-on.
The road duty was easier, but messier. On the grass, blood seeped into the ground and didn’t spread all over. On the road, it was harder to avoid. There was also the inevitable release of bodily wastes when death occurred, which amplified by a few hundred souls and I felt like I was walking through a toilet. I walked slowly, carefully putting a .223 round into the face of each soldier I encountered. Blood was everywhere, and some of the men had been brutally savaged. There were women here, too, as our new army didn’t really care about your gender as long as you came to fight. Not many, but a few. A couple of the soldiers were face down, and I just put the barrel of my rifle at the base of their necks and fired upward. If it didn’t hit the brain , it obliterated the spinal cord, which killed the zombie pretty well, too.
I checked the cab of the first truck I came across, and it was a bloody disaster. The soldier that was in there didn’t have a face, but pieces of it were all over the dashboard. Blood covered the seats and windshield, and the torn throat of the soldier showed how rough this death was. I put a round into the empty eye socket and moved on.
Behind me, Charlie cursed as he scampered over the road, heading to the other side to check the bushes and tall grass. I didn’t pay attention as I approached the next vehicle, but I could have sworn I heard the words ‘goddamn paper,’ as he slipped over the far ditch.
Five more corpses led me to a small car, and I got a surprise when I saw that the window seemed to have been smashed in with a rock. Sure enough, in the lap of a very surprised looking dead man, was a stone the size of a softball. Wow. Using tools, too . I thought to myself. This just keeps getting better. The soldiers that took refuge in the car had chewed up faces and hands. Defensive wounds against an enemy that came in right at you.
A shot from the east drew my attention and I could see Charlie making his way through a field. His work will be impossible in a short while, we’d have to leave it to Rebecca and Sarah.
Sarah came up from the south, leading a convoy of about ten cars. They ranged in style from pickup to minivan, but the people inside were of a single stripe. Survivors.
They pulled up to a stop behind the van, and Rebecca got out to greet them. Charlie was out in the field, but when he saw what was going on, he came over quickly enough.
Fifteen men and ten women greeted me, and I thought I saw a few familiar faces in the crowd. This was
We drove south, weaving around bodies, trucks, and other vehicles. I stopped every once and a while to check a truck, and we got lucky here and there with some extra ammunition. Tommy walked along the road and picked up weapons, chucking them into the back of the truck Duncan drove.
At the big bend of County Highway 11, just outside of Smithshire , we reached the end of the line. South of us there wasn’t any more trucks, nor any more corpses. It seemed to me that hope was dying as quickly as the army was .
“Well, here we go, ” I said, climbing out of the truck. I pulled out my rifle and joined Charlie on the road. Sarah didn’t get out, and I was intrigued when she slid into the driver’s seat.
“I’m going to check the town for any help with the cleanup, ” she said as she drove away.
I shrugged and held up a fist to Charlie. “Ready?”
He nodded. “One, two, three…Dammit!”
I chuckled. “You nearly always pick rock, you dope.”
“I like rocks, you paper sissy, ” Charlie said over his shoulder as he headed into the grass. His job, which we always contested over, was to go into the brush and get the zombies that had wandered off. We were fresh enough upon the scene that the dead weren’t rising , but it was going to happen soon. I figured by the time we reached Kirkland, we’d be fighting the suckers head-on.
The road duty was easier, but messier. On the grass, blood seeped into the ground and didn’t spread all over. On the road, it was harder to avoid. There was also the inevitable release of bodily wastes when death occurred, which amplified by a few hundred souls and I felt like I was walking through a toilet. I walked slowly, carefully putting a .223 round into the face of each soldier I encountered. Blood was everywhere, and some of the men had been brutally savaged. There were women here, too, as our new army didn’t really care about your gender as long as you came to fight. Not many, but a few. A couple of the soldiers were face down, and I just put the barrel of my rifle at the base of their necks and fired upward. If it didn’t hit the brain , it obliterated the spinal cord, which killed the zombie pretty well, too.
I checked the cab of the first truck I came across, and it was a bloody disaster. The soldier that was in there didn’t have a face, but pieces of it were all over the dashboard. Blood covered the seats and windshield, and the torn throat of the soldier showed how rough this death was. I put a round into the empty eye socket and moved on.
Behind me, Charlie cursed as he scampered over the road, heading to the other side to check the bushes and tall grass. I didn’t pay attention as I approached the next vehicle, but I could have sworn I heard the words ‘goddamn paper,’ as he slipped over the far ditch.
Five more corpses led me to a small car, and I got a surprise when I saw that the window seemed to have been smashed in with a rock. Sure enough, in the lap of a very surprised looking dead man, was a stone the size of a softball. Wow. Using tools, too . I thought to myself. This just keeps getting better. The soldiers that took refuge in the car had chewed up faces and hands. Defensive wounds against an enemy that came in right at you.
A shot from the east drew my attention and I could see Charlie making his way through a field. His work will be impossible in a short while, we’d have to leave it to Rebecca and Sarah.
Sarah came up from the south, leading a convoy of about ten cars. They ranged in style from pickup to minivan, but the people inside were of a single stripe. Survivors.
They pulled up to a stop behind the van, and Rebecca got out to greet them. Charlie was out in the field, but when he saw what was going on, he came over quickly enough.
Fifteen men and ten women greeted me, and I thought I saw a few familiar faces in the crowd. This was
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