his motorcycle. He drove away toward the ammunitions depot to replenish his supplies. If he was going to encounter the Dregs, he was going to need all the firepower he could transport.
Wastelands Outside Washington D.C.
Devlin drove through the ruins of Washington D.C. All the historical monuments and government complexes lay in ruins. Abandoned cars littered the roads making it hard for Devlin to maneuver. The government had resorted to dropping bombs on areas infected by the zombie plague. Places like New York, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and Chicago were destroyed during the zombie purge. He had been working in Afghanistan when the zombie plague had begun. The government recalled troops back to the United States to battle the zombies. Within weeks, most of the population was gone, either from death or from becoming zombies.
The ruins reminded him of a time long past when people littered the streets buying pointless trinkets from vendors and walking back and forth to their boring day-to-day jobs. People were zombies to begin with . Not him, he was a soldier traveling from one place to another killing troublesome political leaders, terrorists and warlords. His life was one of action and still was even after the zombie apocalypse.
A lone zombie walked on the sidewalk in front of what used to be a fast food restaurant. He waived at it as he drove by. The zombie walked after him, but gave up quickly as he drove farther away. He drove west toward Chicago. He had a long journey ahead of him. His motorcycle ran on solar energy, so he never needed to refuel. The United States was finally able to end their dependence on foreign oil thanks to the zombie apocalypse. Scientists and engineers had developed several alternative ways of producing energy.
He pulled over. Something caught his eye in the distance. He grabbed his leather sack and pulled out his high vision binoculars. Ahead of him behind some parked cars was a group of zombies. They had a deer pinned down devouring it. Once the human supply ran out, the zombies turned to consuming any creature they encountered. He grabbed an energy grenade from his bag. He slowly walked over to the cars and threw the grenade into the crowd of zombies. It went off incinerating them.
He grabbed his bang blade and walked forward. He sensed there were other zombies lurking about. He spun around and pressed the trigger. The blade shot forward and sliced the head off of a zombie that tried to sneak up from behind him.
“Nice try.”
He could see zombies approaching from the distance. The blast from the energy grenade alerted them to his location. He ran for his motorcycle. He had to get out of there and fast. There were too many zombies for him to battle. He jumped on his motorcycle and headed forward. He pulled out his laser gun and shot a couple of the zombies’ heads off as he drove past. The other ones walked in the direction he was heading. He laughed as they disappeared behind him. It was starting to get dark and he needed to find a place to hold up for the night. He could see a small farm house up ahead which would be the perfect place to rest.
He pulled into the driveway of the farm house. The grass was as tall as he had ever seen. He checked the perimeter and didn’t see any zombies nearby. He knocked on the front door and listened for any noises. Satisfied that there were no zombies inside, he opened the door. Skeletal remains littered the floor including one of a cat. He laughed. Even the family pets weren’t safe from a zombie’s appetite. He pushed the skeletal remains off of the couch. He sat down and grabbed one of the jars of whisky from his leather sack. After about an hour of drinking, he walked into one of the
Wastelands Outside Washington D.C.
Devlin drove through the ruins of Washington D.C. All the historical monuments and government complexes lay in ruins. Abandoned cars littered the roads making it hard for Devlin to maneuver. The government had resorted to dropping bombs on areas infected by the zombie plague. Places like New York, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and Chicago were destroyed during the zombie purge. He had been working in Afghanistan when the zombie plague had begun. The government recalled troops back to the United States to battle the zombies. Within weeks, most of the population was gone, either from death or from becoming zombies.
The ruins reminded him of a time long past when people littered the streets buying pointless trinkets from vendors and walking back and forth to their boring day-to-day jobs. People were zombies to begin with . Not him, he was a soldier traveling from one place to another killing troublesome political leaders, terrorists and warlords. His life was one of action and still was even after the zombie apocalypse.
A lone zombie walked on the sidewalk in front of what used to be a fast food restaurant. He waived at it as he drove by. The zombie walked after him, but gave up quickly as he drove farther away. He drove west toward Chicago. He had a long journey ahead of him. His motorcycle ran on solar energy, so he never needed to refuel. The United States was finally able to end their dependence on foreign oil thanks to the zombie apocalypse. Scientists and engineers had developed several alternative ways of producing energy.
He pulled over. Something caught his eye in the distance. He grabbed his leather sack and pulled out his high vision binoculars. Ahead of him behind some parked cars was a group of zombies. They had a deer pinned down devouring it. Once the human supply ran out, the zombies turned to consuming any creature they encountered. He grabbed an energy grenade from his bag. He slowly walked over to the cars and threw the grenade into the crowd of zombies. It went off incinerating them.
He grabbed his bang blade and walked forward. He sensed there were other zombies lurking about. He spun around and pressed the trigger. The blade shot forward and sliced the head off of a zombie that tried to sneak up from behind him.
“Nice try.”
He could see zombies approaching from the distance. The blast from the energy grenade alerted them to his location. He ran for his motorcycle. He had to get out of there and fast. There were too many zombies for him to battle. He jumped on his motorcycle and headed forward. He pulled out his laser gun and shot a couple of the zombies’ heads off as he drove past. The other ones walked in the direction he was heading. He laughed as they disappeared behind him. It was starting to get dark and he needed to find a place to hold up for the night. He could see a small farm house up ahead which would be the perfect place to rest.
He pulled into the driveway of the farm house. The grass was as tall as he had ever seen. He checked the perimeter and didn’t see any zombies nearby. He knocked on the front door and listened for any noises. Satisfied that there were no zombies inside, he opened the door. Skeletal remains littered the floor including one of a cat. He laughed. Even the family pets weren’t safe from a zombie’s appetite. He pushed the skeletal remains off of the couch. He sat down and grabbed one of the jars of whisky from his leather sack. After about an hour of drinking, he walked into one of the
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