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calling out what we saw on the sides of the road. Not much to report. We did see that moron zombie still caught in the clothesline, which got Abby laughing so hard I thought she was going to have an aneurism.
I made an audible at the line of scrimmage when we got close to the daycare. I wanted to check it out while we had time and were in the neighborhood. The parking lot had foot deep crusty snow covering it, and Abby volunteered to walk on the top of it to check the windows. Just like Legolas she sprinted right across the top and peered in a bunch of the windows. She walked around the rear of the building and made her way back to the truck calmly, so I knew she wasn’t too spooked.
To make a fairly long story short, she said there were no visible undead kids in the daycare. She also said the place looked deserted, and it hadn’t been ransacked as best she could see. That left me with the hope that we might find some food for kids and stuff. Even diapers at this point would be awesome for trade. I’ll take what I can get I suppose. After hearing all that Abby had to share, we pulled away, and went to the gas station.
I ran over one zombie with the truck in the remaining distance, and when I dropped the plow blade to clear away the snow near the gas caps I hit one more. We didn’t pass any others on the way, and in the surrounding vicinity, we didn’t see any either. A clear area meant we were a full go. I backed the truck right up to the gas caps and we started our operation.
The caps came off after some solid raps. Apparently they’d frozen solid over the past couple days from that wonderful freeze/thaw bullshit. Once the first cap was up we got the sump pump down on the ground, and the first hose into the tank. Abby jumped into the back of the truck and started to assembly line the small gas containers. After a few miscues where I knocked the hand pump over, or the hoses got moved around, we were in business.
The gas came out a lot faster than we’d expected, and we wound up wasting a fair amount of gas until I got the speed of the flow down. It took us less than five minutes to fill every last gas can we had, and that’s quite a few now. Once those were full Abby took the longer hose and we started to fill the large 55gallon barrels. Those took a little longer than 5 minutes to fill. We had to slow down our pumping speed for a few reasons.
A few seconds into the first barrel Patty and Gilbert started encountering roamers moving into our area. Patty called out their presence, and waited as long as she could before she started taking them out one at a time with her rifle. Once the noise started, we knew the clock was ticking before larger amounts of undead made their way to the sound of gunfire. When we started pumping again, I went nuts, and wound up knocking over the damn pump a few times, and even tugged the damn hose out of the barrel on Abby, and she got an entire pant leg covered in gasoline.
We recovered though, and within seconds we had a good rhythm going and the barrel was filling up fast. I can’t say for sure, but I want to say we got the first barrel filled in a little under ten minutes. Once we got to the subsequent barrels, we were going from empty to full in something like seven or eight minutes. Of course, with all the barrels we had to fill, that’s about a half hour’s worth of time in the open.
Even without the zombie threat over our heads, the cold was a bastard. Of course, once the zombies start showing up, you start to forget about how cold it is. After the first batch of roamers was dispatched by Patty with the .22 it was quiet for quite some time. As we were finishing up though a few more started to manifest in the distance, and we managed to wrap it up before we had to engage them. Abby actually flipped out at Gilbert as she was getting off the truck because he was about to shoot a zombie.
We were surrounded by gas fumes, and a gun going off that close to us could’ve set
I made an audible at the line of scrimmage when we got close to the daycare. I wanted to check it out while we had time and were in the neighborhood. The parking lot had foot deep crusty snow covering it, and Abby volunteered to walk on the top of it to check the windows. Just like Legolas she sprinted right across the top and peered in a bunch of the windows. She walked around the rear of the building and made her way back to the truck calmly, so I knew she wasn’t too spooked.
To make a fairly long story short, she said there were no visible undead kids in the daycare. She also said the place looked deserted, and it hadn’t been ransacked as best she could see. That left me with the hope that we might find some food for kids and stuff. Even diapers at this point would be awesome for trade. I’ll take what I can get I suppose. After hearing all that Abby had to share, we pulled away, and went to the gas station.
I ran over one zombie with the truck in the remaining distance, and when I dropped the plow blade to clear away the snow near the gas caps I hit one more. We didn’t pass any others on the way, and in the surrounding vicinity, we didn’t see any either. A clear area meant we were a full go. I backed the truck right up to the gas caps and we started our operation.
The caps came off after some solid raps. Apparently they’d frozen solid over the past couple days from that wonderful freeze/thaw bullshit. Once the first cap was up we got the sump pump down on the ground, and the first hose into the tank. Abby jumped into the back of the truck and started to assembly line the small gas containers. After a few miscues where I knocked the hand pump over, or the hoses got moved around, we were in business.
The gas came out a lot faster than we’d expected, and we wound up wasting a fair amount of gas until I got the speed of the flow down. It took us less than five minutes to fill every last gas can we had, and that’s quite a few now. Once those were full Abby took the longer hose and we started to fill the large 55gallon barrels. Those took a little longer than 5 minutes to fill. We had to slow down our pumping speed for a few reasons.
A few seconds into the first barrel Patty and Gilbert started encountering roamers moving into our area. Patty called out their presence, and waited as long as she could before she started taking them out one at a time with her rifle. Once the noise started, we knew the clock was ticking before larger amounts of undead made their way to the sound of gunfire. When we started pumping again, I went nuts, and wound up knocking over the damn pump a few times, and even tugged the damn hose out of the barrel on Abby, and she got an entire pant leg covered in gasoline.
We recovered though, and within seconds we had a good rhythm going and the barrel was filling up fast. I can’t say for sure, but I want to say we got the first barrel filled in a little under ten minutes. Once we got to the subsequent barrels, we were going from empty to full in something like seven or eight minutes. Of course, with all the barrels we had to fill, that’s about a half hour’s worth of time in the open.
Even without the zombie threat over our heads, the cold was a bastard. Of course, once the zombies start showing up, you start to forget about how cold it is. After the first batch of roamers was dispatched by Patty with the .22 it was quiet for quite some time. As we were finishing up though a few more started to manifest in the distance, and we managed to wrap it up before we had to engage them. Abby actually flipped out at Gilbert as she was getting off the truck because he was about to shoot a zombie.
We were surrounded by gas fumes, and a gun going off that close to us could’ve set
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