The house burned forever, attracting Zombies for what seemed like forever. We all huddled in the backs of the hearses, out of site, waiting for the steady stream of Zombies to stop. The third night, as we were running out of water bottles and had already run out of food the stream turned into a trickle. The fire had burnt out and the Zombies were just kind of wandering around again. There were a large number in our vicinity but we didn’t expect a better opportunity than this to come up.
Plus, we were a bunch of sweaty, dirty people shoved into the back of hearses for a few days with wounds and traumatized people. We were taking turns at night risking our lives just to go to the bathroom. There were very few secrets between any of us from a bathroom habit type perspective. In other words, we were living like animals and it was disgusting. We made a plan to fire up the cars and get the hell out of there around two in the morning. That seemed to be a good time as the Zombies would mostly be holed up somewhere asleep.
The plan worked well for the first two or three minutes, then like most plans in this new age immediately went to hell. Zombies started coming out of the woodwork running right at us. If we did not move, we were going to be hemmed in and stuck and this time we weren’t sitting in an up-armored Humvee. This time the windows would shatter and we would die. I grabbed the radio and gave the order to, “Speed up, keep going, do not stop for anything while surrounded.”
Reeves drove like an idiot with Ann staying right on him and flowing through the path that he cleared. Reeves seemed to be going out of his way to hit the Zombies, working out some anger issues evidently. Then I remembered the looks I had seen exchange between him and Brenda and how they’d both disappeared a few times at the same time and his heroic dance with death at the cemetery made a little bit more sense as did his anger now.
Reeves worked his way up the on-ramp to 95 North with us following. We had Zombies reaching in through our broken window and we could clearly see a few on top of Reeves hears and others trying to force their way in as we slowly ground our way up the onramp. Once we hit some semi-open road at the top of it though it was go time. Reeves opened up and we followed suit.
All we needed now was a siphon to keep the gas flowing and I was finally on my way North towards Tennessee.
Afterword
If you’ve read up to this point I am humbled and thankful beyond expression. This has been a journey for me and I hope you are enjoying the journey as well. It’s a lot of work getting Steve’s adventures set down on paper but I hope to find out what he’s up to in Volume 2 in a few months.
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Until next time!
Table of Contents
Entry 1: Hungover
Entry 2: In the Dark
Entry 3: Into the Dark
Entry 4: Smurfette
Entry 5: Shhhh….
Entry 6: Still Pounding
Entry 7: Rockin the Sentra
Entry 8: In the Open
Entry 9: Cleanup on Aisle 7
Entry 10: Rhonda and John
Entry 11: First Impressions
Entry 12: Now What?
Entry 13: Car Buying Made Easy
Entry 14: Trapped
Entry 15: …. or get off the pot
Entry 16: Regroup
Entry 17: Get Outta Dodge
Entry 18: Best Laid Plans
Entry 19: Sunday Drive
Entry 20: Traffic Jam
Entry 21: Rude Awakening
Entry 22: Regina and Gunny
Entry 23: Bootcamp
Entry 24: Houdini
Entry 25: Paperwork
Entry 26: People are the Real Monsters
Entry 27: I Can’t Believe That Worked
Entry 28: Buy in Bulk
Entry 29: Ann’s Story
Entry 30: Life goes on
Entry 31: Fortify
Entry 33: Hair of the Dog
Entry 34: Rock and a Hard Place
Entry 35: North Bound
Entry 36: Well that took forever
Afterword
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