*slaps veins on forearm*

must have more.  


(great writing, by the way)

Originally Posted By readytorock556: OK, I'm hooked!

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Chapter 8


They stayed about 100 yards from the interstate as they followed it down. There were still several zombies on the road. Most of them were crowded around vehicles or pinned down in wreckage. There was a treeline along the highway that started close to where they were located so they followed that. The group stayed as quiet as they could and kept their heads down so as not to be noticed. None of them dared to speak with those things so close. They slowly crept along for about a mile and didn't run into any of those things. They all seemed to be staying on the road and they weren't paying attention to them. As Eric watched the monster's activities he could only guess that there were survivors that had locked themselves into some of the sturdier vehicles. He wished that he could help those people. As far away as he was from the road he could tell that most of the cars had been ransacked. It might be hard to find one that didn't have a broken out windshield. If those things used their hands to break through the glass then there would be glass covered with infected blood all over the place. After seeing what happened to Linda he didn't want any of them to risk another scratch.

After walking for about a mile or two they finally found a break in the guard rail. They saw the break before they even got close to it. There were cars off of the road everywhere up there. Apparently everyone else had the same idea that they did and it didn't work. There were a lot more zombies milling about the area. Eric's heart sank as he approached the scene. As he turned to the group he could tell by the looks on their faces that they had come to the same conclusion that he had. They weren't going to get to a vehicle with so many of those things around. Eric signalled for the rest of them to follow him deeper into the brush. He eventually found a small clearing in the woods and sat everyone down.

"Now what?" Dan asked.

"Keep your voice down," Eric whispered loudly. "I don't want any of those things to hear us."

"Sorry," Dan whispered. "What are we gonna do now? There are still too many of those things on the road to get to a car."

"I know," Eric whispered back. "I say we try to walk to the nearest town. The roads out here won't be as packed as the interstate. Once we get there we can just follow the signs. Maybe we can find another house or something."

"Do you have any idea how far we might have to walk?" Greg asked. He was in awe that Eric would suggest something like that. "Some of these country blocks go on for miles and with what's going on out here I have a feeling that the local farmers aren't going to be too receptive to uninvited guests."

"But we're not like those things," Dan said. "If we find someone else that's alive they've gotta let us in. Why wouldn't they?"

"Look," Greg said. "If things are as wide spread as the radio made it sound then Wal-Mart isn't going to be opening anytime soon. How many people do you know that keep enough food for a dozen people around? With all of those zombies running around noone is going to be tending their fields anytime soon. I'm guessing that most of the people who have their property under control aren't going to wait for people to get close enough to identify whether or not they're dead, either." The reality of what Greg was saying finally started to set in and Dan stayed quiet. Megan started to sob on his shoulder.

"That sucks man," Jon said. "What the fuck are we gonna do then?"

Everyone was starting to get loud so Eric quieted them down again. "First of all we have to be quiet. Those things aren't that far away," he whispered loudly. We've got nowhere to run right now so all we can do is stay as quiet as we can and hope they don't find us." Eric looked at his watch. It was five thirty. "If we don't find somewhere to go right now we're going to have to sleep out here."

"Are you crazy?" Amy said a little too loudly. "How the fuck are we supposed to get any sleep when those things could be anywhere?"

"We'll just have to figure something out then won't we?" Eric said.

Suddenly they heard a loud crash as something started breaking brush. It came from the direction of the interstate. The first crash was followed by another and another. Soon it sounded like a herd of wildabeasts crashing through the woods. The small group didn't need any more motivation. They got their packs on and started moving the opposite direction as quickly as they could manage through the brush.

"Where are we going?" Amy asked

"Away from them," Eric replied. With that he led them further into the woods. They still had a good lead on the monsters behind them and they quickly gained more ground.

They kept crashing through the woods for about an hour and finally found a break in the treeline. They were far enough ahead of the zombies that were following them that they couldn't even hear them anymore. When Dan saw the break in the treeline he rushed to the front of the group. There was a wire fence that he easily climbed over and then he ran out of the treeline. He looked around and then looked back at the group. "There's a ro..." before he could finish his sentance the side of his face seemed to explode. He immediately crumpled. Before his body even hit the ground they heard the crack of a rifle. Everyone stopped and looked around while they attempted to process what just happened. Megan didn't hesitate to run towards Dan. As she passed by Eric he grabbed her and fell to the ground on top of her. Everyone else followed his lead and hit the dirt as well.

"Let me go!" Megan screamed. "I've gotta help Dan! Let me go!"

Eric just kept holding her down and tried to put his hand over her mouth. "Shut the fuck up," he hissed. "Someone's fucking shooting at us." With that she her eyes got wide and she stopped moving.

Jon crawled past them with his shotgun ready to go. When he was sure that Megan was going to stay quiet Eric followed Jon and pulled out his .38. Greg wasn't far behind them. He had his .357 out as well. They waited for a few minutes at the edge of the treeline and finally saw a pair of men walking towards them. They were middle aged men who were probably in their 30s. They were dressed in woodland camouflage and they both had hunting rifles at the ready. As they approached Dan's body they seemed to be looking around like they were expecting something.

"Damn Frank," the first one said as he got closer. "This one looks real fresh. He don't look as bad as any of the other ones we've been shootin."

As Frank got closer he started inspecting the body. "I guess this one didn't get beat up too bad," he said. "Take that backpack he's got on. We'll check it later."

"Hey Frank," the other man said as he removed Dan's backpack. "What if this guy wasn't dead?"

"Don't be stupid Tom." Frank replied. "He came from the interstate. There aint nobody that coulda lived through that mess. Those things're all over the place out there. You seen what they can do when there's a bunch of em."

"He was alive you mother fuckers," Eric shouted. "Now drop your guns and get on the fucking ground, NOW!" The two men looked surprised and quickly laid down their guns. Then they got down on the ground and laid on their bellies. When they were on the ground Jon, Eric and Greg all stood up, climbed over the small fence one at a time and walked up to the two men with their guns on them.

"Hey now just settle down," Tom tried to explain. "We didn't know he was alive. The sheriff said we gotta watch this road and shoot any zombies we see. He didn't tell us that there was gonna be live people comin along, too."

"Yeah man we didn't know! We didn't know!" Frank cried frantically. "Please don't shoot me! I got a wife and a kid!"

By now Amy and Megan had followed the others out of the woodline. Megan ran to Dan's side and started crying over his body. Amy had her P3AT out and stood next to Eric. Greg walked over to the two men's guns and picked them up. He holstered his revolver and readied one rifle. Then he handed the other to Eric. One was a Remington 700 in 30-06 and the other was a Saiga Sporter in .308. "I think they're telling the truth," Greg said. "Do you two have a car?"

"We got a truck parked just down the road there," Frank said. We'll take you to the sheriff if you want us to. Please just don't shoot us!" Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He offered them to Eric and then said "It's an old Chevy Blazer parked right down the road."

"Get up," Eric told them careful to keep the rifle on them. They seemed innocent enough but he didn't want to take any chances. "Take the body and let's go," he told them. The two men got up and immediately complied. They picked up Dan's body, one of them on each end, and started moving towards their Blazer.

As they were walking towards the Blazer they saw several other corpses lying on the ground. "We've been out here all day shootin these things when they come out of the woodline," Frank said. He seemed to be the talkative one. "You guys was so noisy we never woulda guessed you was alive. We heard ya from a hunderd yards away."

"Shut up Frank," Tom sneered. "We'll let the sheriff sort this out. We're really sorry about your friend," he turned his attention to the group. "We couldn'ta known, though."

Then they heard rustling far off in the brush. The noise got louder as they got closer to the truck. "They must be catching up with us," Eric said.

"You mean you got a bunch of em chasin ya?" Tom asked. "You better get ready to fight em here then. Otherwise they're gonna follow us all the way back to town."

They got back to the truck and decided to follow Tom's advice and wait for them. It didn't take long for the first one to appear out of the woodline. There was a loud crack from Greg's rifle and the thing dropped.

"Nice shot," Frank said. Then the second one was out of the woodline. Greg worked the bolt on his rifle and took that one down as well. The third one broke brush and Eric took two shots at it. The first shot hit it in the torso and the second one hit it in the neck. "You gotta hit em in the head," Frank coached. Then Greg fired another shot and that one dropped, too. Two more came out of the woodline. Greg missed with his first shot but managed to land a shot to the head with his second one. Eric fired three shots with no headshots. They were about 200 meters from where the zombies were coming out of the woodline. "Stop wastin ammo man. You can't hit shit," Frank told Eric.

Eric scowled at Frank. "It's this piece of shit rifle," he said as Greg scored another headshot with his last round. As he reloaded a dozen more made their way out of the woods and onto the road. Eric kept shooting but failed to land anything that could stop them. Finally his magazine ran out. Frank grabbed the rifle from him and replaced the magazine.

"This is how it's done," Frank said. With that he shouldered the rifle and started dropping the incoming horde one by one. "You gotta squeeeeeeze the trigger," he said as he was shooting them. "You gotta know how to breathe, too. Have you ever even shot a rifle before?" The horde kept coming through the woodline and Greg and Frank kept dropping them. None of them got within 100 yards of the group.

"How many of them things are followin ya?" Tom asked. "It looks to me like ya brought half the horde with ya."

Eric was mad that Frank had just taken the rifle back like that but he had to admit that the guy was a better shot than he was. After fifteen minutes of shooting there were at least a few dozen more twice dead bodies lying on the road. When they were sure that no more were coming Frank handed the rifle back to Eric. "Let's go see the sheriff," he said. Eric was shocked that Frank gave it back but took it gladly. He glanced over at Jon and saw why he had handed it back so easily.  Jon's shotgun had been leveled on him the entire time.  They all piled into the truck with Frank driving and headed towards town.

Still really enjoying the story can we get some more please

This would make a better Z movie than the Hollywood scripts!!!

Originally Posted By readytorock556: This would make a better Z movie than the Hollywood scripts!!!

99% of the fan fiction out there would make better z movies than the crap hollywood produces

I LIKE ZOMBIE'S... keep it going!

Im likin it ! Is it posted somewhere else ?

Originally Posted By serixx3241: I LIKE ZOMBIE'S... keep it going!

What's better than Zombies is twice dead Zombies!!

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Originally Posted By Pault: Im likin it ! Is it posted somewhere else ?

I'm one or two chapters ahead on another site.  You'll have to find it yourself though because it's a lot more fun to make you guys want more

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Chapter 9

As they were driving they saw several vehicles parked along the road. Frank told them that they had a few teams in the area who's job it was to push them to the shoulder, destroy any undead occupants and strip them of gas and valuables. Apparently several cars had made it off of the interstate. A lot of them were stuck in fields but some of the sturdier vehicles had gotten clear. Unfortunately a lot of the people driving those vehicles were already infected. That's what they had been doing when they saw Dan come out of the woodline.

According to Frank their town had been hit hard before everyone decided to start taking extreme measures. The town originally had about five thousand people living there but only five hundred were accounted for. They suspected that several people were still safe in their homes but getting to them was a problem. Especially the ones that lived in the country. They had some bigger groups that were clearing the streets but they were having a lot of trouble due to the sheer number of the monsters that were roaming around. They had quite a bit of ammo but their supply wasn't so big that they could waste it.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of driving they could see the townpeople's camp. The surviving townpeople were holed up in a public storage facility on the outskirts of town. It was one of the biggest facitlities in the area. There were rows of garages, each of which were big enough to house a family. The entire property was surrounded by an eight foot tall chain link fence. Even from a mile away they could see piles of the twice dead outside of the perimeter. They could also see the front gate. Parked on either side of it on the inside of the fence were a pair of semis with trailers attached to them. As they approached some men waved at them from the tops of the trailers. Frank waved back. The area near the gate was clear so someone opened it to let them in.

As they pulled in a bad feeling suddenly began to overcome Eric. He wasn't sure how the town's people would react to them holding two of their men at gunpoint. Frank and Tom both seemed very calm which only served to make Eric even more nervous. Something just didn't feel right about the situation. The man who opened the gate waved to them as they entered. When he saw Eric in the passenger seat his expression changed. The man was obviously flustered. He said something into his radio and then ran off. Then Frank floored it. The sudden acceleration surprised Eric and it pulled him back into his seat. After going about two hundred feet Frank slammed on the brakes and spun the truck around in a perfect one eighty. While the group was still surprised Frank opened the door, jumped out and ran around the corner of the building that he had stopped next to. Tom tried to do the same thing but the locks were engaged and he couldn't get the door open.

"Shit shit shit!" Tom yelled as he fought with the door. He stopped struggling with it when he felt Jon's shotgun poke him in the ribs. Tom just looked at Jon, his face full of hatred and said "You think you were gonna get away with stealin our guns and makin us drive you back to our camp? You mother fuckers're dead." With that Greg, who was in the cargo area behind them, smashed the buttstock of his rifle into the side of the man's head knocking him out cold.

Suddenly Amy cried out, "They're coming up behind us!"

Eric looked forward and saw four armed men running towards them. Then he glanced back and saw the three men that Amy was screaming about. Because of their angle the Bronco was out of the line of sight of the men on the trailers. He suddenly realized that the truck was still running. Eric scrambled over the center console and got into the driver seat. As soon as he started accelerating the men in front of them started shooting. They were still about fifty feet in front of them and they were running so the first few shots didn't hit anything. Then they were too busy scrambling to get out of Eric's way to take well aimed shots. The men behind them were still shooting but Greg was keeping their heads down with the Saiga. Eric glanced in the rear view and noticed that one of them was lying face down on the ground. The girls were lying down flat on the floor. He was heading straight for the gate but they had shut it behind him. It looked sturdy so Eric just pushed the pedal down even harder and hoped that the reinforced push bar on the Bronco would be enough to break through it. As he got closer a bullet went through the roof and into the passenger seat. The men on the trailers must have started shooting at them. Then there was a huge crash and everyone in the Bronco was thrown forward. Eric just put his head down and kept his foot on the gas.

The truck didn't stop after it broke through the gate. The men that were chasing them stopped at the gate and kept shooting at them with no serious results. Greg kept shooting back. Jon had turned around and was leaning over his seat with his shotgun and was also shooting out the back over the girls. Finally, after they were about four hundred meters outside of the gate, they both stopped shooting and turned around.

"What in the fuck is happening?!" Amy shrieked.

"We just about got killed, that's what happened." Jon responded. "It was a trap or somethin. That was SO not cool man!"

Before they were even half a mile away a pickup full of men with guns came screaming out of the gate followed by men on motorcycles. "Guys, we're not out of the woods yet," Greg said. "Floor it Eric." He had unloaded the Saiga in their initial escape so he picked up the 30-06 and loaded it. Jon climbed into the back cargo area and Amy climbed to the back seat.

"Fuck man I think they got Megan!" Jon said as he tried to get situated. "I don't think she's breathin man!"

"We'll take care of her when we get away from these assholes," Eric said. "Just keep them off my ass." With that he floored it and tried to put more distance between them. The old Bronco wasn't made for speed, though. It didn't take long for the dirt bikes to catch up to them. They still had a pretty good lead on the pickup but it was loaded with men with rifles. Luckily they were far enough away that those men couldn't get an accurate shot from the bed of a truck going sixty miles an hour down a country road. They were trying but none of them had gotten lucky, yet. As the dirt bikes got closer Greg hit the engine of one of them which forced him to stop. The other one was swerving on the road which made him a much harder target. When it got within twenty feet the rider pulled out a handgun. Before he could get a shot off, though, a load of 00 buckshot from Jon's shotgun knocked him off of the bike.

They came to an intersection where Eric slowed down a bit and, without warning, made a hard right turn. He almost lost control but managed to steady it. Greg and Jon both tumbled around the cargo area and Tom, who was still unconcious and not buckled in, smashed his head into the passenger side window. "Sorry guys I just wanna lose them," he yelled back.

"Fuckin warn us next time man!" Jon whined back. "That shit hurt."

The maneuver worked. With all of the men in the back of the pickup they had to slow down considerably to make the turn without throwing everyone out. By the time they had gotten back up to speed Eric was almost a mile ahead of them. They finally gave up and turned the truck around. When Eric was sure that he'd lost them he finally slowed his own truck down.

"Now what?" Amy asked them.

"I dunno man," Jon answered. "Maybe we should check the damage."

"Definately," Greg agreed. "Eric, try to find a place to pull over. Frank said that there were other teams out here so make sure it's not out in the open. I'm sure they'll have other people looking for us."

"Why in the fuck would they attack us like that?" Amy asked. "We didn't do shit to them."

"I've got a feeling that they were lying about taking us to the sheriff," Eric said. "Maybe they just didn't want to take in any strangers. We did have them at gun point. I guess they just wanted to play along until they had their chance to take us out safely."

"Well we can find out for sure when Tom wakes up," Greg said. "For now we need to find a place to stop."

"Oh by the way, I'm out of ammo," Jon said. "I need to get some extra shells."

"I only have a few rounds of 30-06 left, too," Greg said. "When we stop we'll have to search Tom. We never even bothered to search those two. How stupid was that?"

"They were being pretty cooperative," Eric said. "I guess I didn't even think about it."

"Oh shit she moved!" Jon yelled. "Megan just moved!" He had pushed her body up against the tailgate. The idea that she might reanimate hadn't occured to any of them. The events of the last half hour had really shaken them up. Suddenly Megan clumsily lunged for Jon. He grabbed one of her arms and her neck and was holding her back. Her other arm was futilely pulling at his shirt. "Fucking shoot her man!" he screamed. Then there was a loud bang and a large hole appeared in her head as Greg shot her with his .357. She stopped struggling and Jon pushed her off of him. "Fuck man has Tom moved yet? Make sure he's not dead, too!"

Greg reached over the seat and checked Tom's pulse. "He's alive," he said. "Jesus christ I'd love to know what in the hell is going on."

Eric immediately pulled over so that they could dump Megan's body. When they pulled over they noticed a break in the trees where they could safely park. He pulled into the spot and they all got out of the truck to inspect the damage. None of the tires had been hit but the spare that was attached to the tailgate had a hole in it. There were also marks where bullets had ricocheted off of the wheel. The tailgate had a few holes in it and Greg had shot out the rear window when the encounter started. There was a hole in the roof above the passenger front side. They checked the engine and everything seemed to be in good shape. Considering how badly they'd been shot up nothing major was damaged.

When Eric thought back on what had just happend, though, he wasn't too surprised. It had only taken about twenty seconds for them to get through the gate and out to safety. The men that were in front of the truck were trying to shoot at him while he was charging them. The ones behind him were under fire from Greg and Jon. The men on top of the trailers only had a few seconds to get a clean shot and he was moving fast by the time they saw him. He didn't think that anyone could have gotten a clean shot from the back of a pickup truck that was moving that fast. They had been lucky but they had also handled the situation pretty well. They had reacted quickly and decisively. The men that tried to ambush them weren't exactly hardened combat veterans and they didn't seem too coordinated. He decided to sit everyone down and talk about what had just happened and how they could have handled things differantly.

Once they had discussed everything they searched Tom and the Bronco. Tom was still unconcious so they took him out of the truck and tied him up after they searched him. He had an energy bar, a couple of twenty round boxes of 30-06, a Springfield 1911 in an inside the waistband holster, two mags for it and some other odds and ends that most hunters would carry. Greg took the 30-06 ammo and Jon took the 1911 and strapped the holster inside his own waistband. Seeing the energy bar reminded them all of how hungry they were. After checking the Bronco they found a .38 revolver with a fifty round box of ammo and a few more energy bars in the glove box. Amy took the revolver and split the ammo with Eric. They also found a box of MREs, a five gallon water jug, a pair of sleeping bags, a tent and two backpacks loaded with camping supplies in the back. Tom and Frank weren't taking any chances when they went about their duties.

Before doing anything else they decided to eat something. They hadn't eaten a decent meal in a few days so they each finished off an MRE in no time. After dinner they built a small campfire and put up the tent. They also snapped the two ponchos that they found in the men's gear together and made a good sized hooch since the tent was only big enough for two people. They still had their gear which had a couple of blankets. After everything was set up they all realized how tired they were. Amy and Eric shared a tent and Greg and Jon shared the hooch. Despite being completely exhausted they still had the presence of mind to pull guard shifts throughout the night. After the events of the day none of them wanted to take any more chances by being lazy.

Thanks Im really enjoying it. Keep up the good work

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Can you make it a little quicker next time.

JK LOL.

No chapter tonight?

Did anyone find the other site it's on?

Im dying to know where else its posted !!!! MORE

Sorry I forgot to post last night.  I was preoccupied.  This is the last chapter I have finished so from now on you get more as I finish it .  Thanks for the praise.

Chapter 10

Amy took the first guard shift followed by Eric. Towards the end of Eric's shift Tom woke up and started screaming. They had him tied up in the back of the Bronco but they hadn't thought to gag him. They all worked together to quickly rectify that mistake. Within just a few minutes he was bound even more tightly and gagged. After they were sure that he wouldn't be able to make much more noise they went back to bed. Since it was already the end of his shift Jon took over for Eric. With all of the excitement, though, he had trouble going to sleep. So did Amy. They spent the time awake quietly getting to know each other.

"So what did you do before all of this started happening?" Amy asked him.

"I sold cleaning supplies," he told her. "I was a salesman for a cleaning supply company."

"Cleaning supplies?" She seemed a little bit shocked at the confession. "You mean like windex and crap?"

"No, like industrial cleaning supplies for office buildings and stuff like that. It wasn't that bad," he told her. "I'd sure as hell rather be doing that than running from zombies and angry rednecks."

"Good point," Amy smiled. "I just finished my junior year at DU. I was studying business."

"What were your plans?" he asked her. "What kind of business did you plan on opening up?"

"I have no idea," she giggled. "I just thought that it would be a good degree to have. I probably wouldn't have even used it."

"I majored in psychology," Eric told her. "I just kinda fell into the cleaning supply gig. It paid the bills so I couldn't complain. I can't say it had anything to do with my degree, though."

"Yeah," she agreed. "So what were you doing before all of this happened?"

"My best friend got married over the weekend. Jesus christ I can't believe that it was just a couple of days ago," he was a little shocked. It had only been two days since they'd all been stuck on the interstate waiting for the traffic jam to clear up.

"I know," Amy groaned. "It feels like a week's gone by. I was up visiting my grandma in Kansas. She lives in a small town on the western border. I'll probably never see her again." With that thought she started to cry quietly. Eric put his arm around her and let her cry on his shoulder. After that they both laid there quietly until they fell asleep.

The next morning Greg woke them up while it was still a little dark. Eric looked at his watch and it said five thirty. "We need to pack up and get moving," he said. "They'll be able to see the truck from the road if they come by and they're looking hard enough. We're better off getting some distance between us."

"You're right," Eric groaned. He shook Amy awake, explained to her the situation and they all got up and started packing up. Jon had already gotten started and by six o'clock they were reeady to go.

"So what are we going to do with him?" Amy asked pointing at Tom.

"I don't think we should take him with us man," Jon said. "Maybe we should just leave his ass out here to rot on the side of the road."

"Maybe we should try to get some information out of him first," Greg said. "If we let him go then he should have no trouble making it back to his camp. I doubt that he'd be able to follow us on foot." As he said that he dropped the tailgate and pulled Tom out to the edge of it. He was already awake with the rest of them. The right side of his face was swollen and he also had a bruise above his left eyebrow. He wore a defeated, painful expression. "Here's the deal Tom," Greg told him. "If you give us some information then we'll let you go. If you don't then we'll leave you tied up on the side of the road where you can starve to death or get eaten by zombies." With that said he pulled the gag off of Tom's mouth.

"Can I have some food first?" he asked them. "I'm really fuckin hungry." Jon pulled out one of the energy bars and gave him a bite. After chewing gingerly for a minute and swallowing he began to explain to them the situation. "There aint that many of us in that storage place," he started. "We've got about twenty guys. Most of us don't even have families. We was buddies back before all this shit went down. We all rented out storage garages and filled em up with canned goods, clothes, guns and stuff like that. We figured if something big ever happened that we'd be able to hole up there and nobody'd find us right away. We all planned to..."

"We don't want your life story," Greg interrupted. "First of all we want to know why you attacked us in the first place. We also want to know just what the fuck is going on with the zombies. We haven't heard much on the radio."

"We had all that planned out man. We wasn't out there just lookin for zombies. We was lookin for people with supplies, too," he explained. "We knew we might run into people with guns and we aint stupid enough to get in a shootout if we don't have to. We figured that if we was compliant and took em back to the camp that they'd let their guard down. We already got a few people the way we almost got you. Most of the time they just sit in the car like a deer in headlights when we pull that trick. I think the reason you made it out is because they was so shocked you reacted like you did and they didn't want to mess up the truck. If you woulda cooperated and done things like you was supposed to we woulda just took your guns and supplies and let you leave."

"Yeah that's real fuckin charitable of you man," Jon spat.

"What about the zombies," Greg interupted him. "What can you tell us about them?"

"Shit man, I don't think anybody's sure of what's goin on with them. It didn't take long before those zombies were all over the place," Eric thought he saw genuine fear as Tom reminisced. "The sheriff and a bunch of the cops around town all got killed quick. They was tryin to keep the zombies under control without shootin em. The national guard came and holed up in the town hall. They sure didn't mind shootin anybody. It was too late by the time they showed up, though. They only had a couple of humvees and a few dozen men. We saw some helicopters but they just dropped off some troops and then took off again. The zombies broke into the town hall pretty quick once they started shootin a lot. There's still so many of em hangin around that we haven't been able to get to their guns and stuff. The news was sayin that this is happenin all over the US. Nobody knows what caused it. All the big cities are pretty much gone. The interstates are swamped. People tried to get out of the cities and just ended up dyin in traffic jams."

"So everyone that dies is just getting back up?" Eric asked him.

"Yeah man. It don't matter if a zombie killed you or you die of a heart attack or whatever," Tom explained. "If you die and someone don't shoot you in the head then you get right back up after a few minutes. Now if one of them things bites you then you get sick and turn into one of em."

"We've seen it happen a few times already," Greg told him. "Now is there anywhere that's safe to go?"

"If you want someplace safe you better find yourself a bunker," he told them. "I don't even know if our place is safe. We killed a bunch of zombies already but there's still a lot more in town. If enough of em show up they could probably walk right through our fence. That's why we're tryin to find a better place out in the country. I figure the farther away we get the safer we are. The farmers around here won't let you get close to their houses, though. They're just shootin first and askin questions later. A lot of em are workin together to keep their property cleared out. A few houses have been overrun but we don't wanna mess with cleanin out a house full of zombies."

After Tom was finished talking everyone was quiet for a few minutes while they thought about their next move. Finally Amy broke the silence. "So now what? We've got food for maybe a few more days. What are we going to do after that? Are we just gonna keep sleeping in tents while there's zombies roaming around?"

"Maybe we should find a smaller town," Eric suggested. "No way is everyone going to be as inhospitable as Tom and his buddies."

"Wanna bet?" Tom spoke up. "The towns that survived have locked themselves down. They aint letting nobody near em. Most of em didn't survive, though. There's probably lots of people holed up in their houses but they're just gonna starve to death if they can't get out. Trust me, you aint seen nothin until you get close to town. They're everywhere . It's the scariest sight you're ever gonna see."

"Well Tom," Greg said, "we thank you for the information. We've got to move on, though. I think it would behoothe us to get as many miles between us and your friends as possible."

Tom suddenly realized what Greg was telling him. "You're gonna leave me out here? You're at least gonna give me some food and a gun right?"

"You said it yourself Tom," Greg replied. "You planned on taking our supplies and turning us loose outside the gates. What's the differance?"

Tom was panicing. "Please man I'll do anything. Let me come with you guys. I'm an expert hunter. I can track like nobody else I know. I know this area like the back of my hand. I know a bunch of people that live around here, too."

"Well then it sounds like you'll be better off than we would have been." Greg pulled him out of the truck and untied his hands while Jon kept his 1911 pointed at him. While Tom was busy struggling with the bonds around his feet they all got in the truck and Eric pulled out of their hiding spot. By the time they got onto the road and started driving off Tom was running up behind them screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs.

"Do you think he'll be ok?" Amy asked. She was watching him out the back as they drove off.

"I don't care," Greg said. "If he keeps yelling like that, though, he'll attract every zombie within ten miles." Then he took a map out of the glovebox so that they could try to figure out where to go next.

Ok Times Up Need More,   Come on Hurry Up Dangit

How long did it take you to write the first ten chapters?

I wrote the first chapter on May 9th.  I'll try and write more often, though.

Very nice read!  Makes having to work today bearable

Are they going to find a small town gun show stocked with cool guns, tons of ammo, and piles of beef jerkey, mall ninjas, and secret SEALs?

Originally Posted By dmin: Are they going to find a small town gun show stocked with cool guns, tons of ammo, and piles of beef jerkey, mall ninjas, and secret SEALs?

Stay tuned and find out

MUST........... HAVE............................MMMMMOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!1

After I read the thread title, I immediately skipped over this thread thinking that it would be a waste of time.

I was bored at work today and happened across it again and thought WTH, I'll give it a shot.

I'm glad to say that I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the writing.

Excellent job.  

Getting rid of Gunkid was a good idea.

Originally Posted By stimpy117: Getting rid of Gunkid was a good idea.

You mean the guy with the tactical wheelbarrow and the attack poodles?

I need more!!!!

Nice writing.  Questions as you move on:

What is the origin the disease - germ warefare, asteroid, wrath of god- will we find out?
Can animals get it?  E.g Bird flu jumps to humans from birds.
Will we get insight into human nature? Just  kidding - when does someone with an M60 mow down the freaking zombies in an infested town :)

Chapter 11

The Bronco had a pretty nice stereo in it. They turned it on and Freebird immediately started playing when it came to life. Greg pressed a few buttons before he found the one that would switch it from CD to radio. A radio announcer was already talking when he finally figured it out.

Eric didn't recognize the DJ's voice. It could have been a real DJ or just someone who had taken over the station for all he knew. He'd never listened to the station that they were tuned into before. He did recognize it as one that was based out of Denver. It was a real person's voice and he didn't sound like he was happy to still be on the air. There was a profound sense of hopelessness that was easy to recognize. "We're no longer receiving updates from the local law enforcement," the voice said. "The scanners are mostly dead air. Those things managed to force their way in to the ground floor of our building last night. The stairs were easy to block off and they're not getting up here but it doesn't look like we're getting out, either. We'll stay on the air for as long as we can. My sources tell me that we've got generators with enough fuel to run the necessary equipment to stay on the air for a week after the power goes out. It's still holding up but we're not sure for how long. We've got plenty of food and water. If anyone wants to come and rescue us it might be worth your while. Those national guard guys that are guarding the entrances will probably let you in if you make it this far. There only a few hundred thousand zombies outside," the man chuckled.

"In other news I finally got to bang that hot little intern that you always hear me talk about. Man my wife would be pissed if she was still alive to hear that. Honey, if you're out there I'm sorry. You probably aren't, though, so who gives a fuck," the voice continued. "I wish the phones weren't down."

Amy reached over Eric's seat and changed the channel. "What a fucking asshole," she said as she tried to find another station. All of the other stations were playing music so she just shut it off. Noone argued with her. "Where are we headed?" she asked.

"Well I think that I've got an idea as to where we're at," Greg said. The accident happened close to Limon. From what I can tell we weren't more than a few miles from the city. Frank and Tom took us to the edge of a little town called Genoa. That place is right off of the interstate so the town itself is probably wiped out. We're about ten miles north of it right now. This whole area is all countryside. There are very few towns on the map except along the highways. I-70 swings northwest just past Limon so it's only about twenty miles west of here." Jon and Amy were looking over his shoulder while he pointed to the differant areas of the map. Eric was trying to pay attention and drive at the same time. Denver is about a hundred and fifty miles northwest of us along the interstate. It looks like I-76 is about a hundred miles north of us. Highway 36 splits off of it right about where we're at." The only places we're going to find cities are along the interstates and highways."

"So where should we go?" Eric asked.

"Well first I want to get some distance between us and Genoa," Greg said. Just keep heading northeast for now."

"We've still got half a tank of gas but we'll need to get more before long," Eric told them. Where are we supposed to fill up?"

"Just siphon the gas out of a car, man," Jon said. "It's easy. Me and my buds do it all the time." Everyone gave him a weird look. "What?" he seemed completely obvlivious. "Frank and Tom said that's what they were doin."

"The farther away from the interstate we get the fewer cars we see," Eric said. "If we're going to stop and check some of them we should do it soon." Just as he said that he pulled around a sharp curve. The woods on both sides of the road blocked their view of the accident that was blocking their way on the other side. Eric reacted quickly and hit the brakes. He wasn't going very fast so he stopped short of the accident. Everyone was still shaken up, though. They all got out of the truck to survey the wreckage.

There was a semi with a trailer attached that had somehow driven off the road. The trailer completely blocked the road. There was an F-150 that had t-boned the tractor. The front end was off the road with the semi but the rear tires were still gripping the shoulder. It looked like it could have been the cause of the accident. There were also several small cars that had plowed into the side of the trailer. Apparently people had a bad habit of taking that corner too fast. There was no way around the accident. The wreckage extended from one woodline to the other. The only choice they had was to turn around and backtrack.

As Eric looked at the wreckage he suddenly realized that all of the people in the cars were dead. Shouldn't they have reanimated? Suddenly he had a bad feeling about the whole situation. "Get in the car," he said as he started to climb into the driver's seat. All of their doors were open but they just stood there looking at him. "Get in the car now !" he yelled. That spurred them into action. A moment later they had all climbed into the Bronco and Eric turned it around. As he drove around the curve he saw a truck pulling onto the road. It had been hidden in the woods and none them had noticed it when they drove by. It was only about a hundred yards away. Without thinking Eric pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

The Bronco quickly closed the gap between them. There were two men in the bed of the pickup. When they saw the Bronco begin to charge they steadied themselves and started shooting. The big truck had stopped in the middle of the road. Several bullets peppered the windshield of the Bronco but Eric just put his head down and kept going. When they got within twenty-five yards both men in the truck paniced and jumped out the back. The driver had already climbed out and was running for the woodline. Eric didn't slow down as he used the shoulder to get around the truck. He fully expected the Bronco to lose it's balance and roll into the woods but somehow the tires maintained their grip on the road. In seconds he was completely past the truck and in the center of the road again. The men in the pickup kept shooting, though. Jon and Amy had turned around in their seats and were trying to shoot at the men with their handguns. The men with rifles that had tried to ambush them must have been pretty shaken up because none of their shots hit. In no time they were out of range. "Stop shooting," Eric said. "You're just wasting ammo."

"Holy shit, man!" Jon exclaimed. "How in the hell did you know that was gonna happen!"

"I didn't," Eric replied. "I just had a bad feeling. Everyone in those cars at the wreck was dead. It just seemed weird to me. Grab the rifle just in case those guys start following us."

Jon dug around in the back of the Bronco until he found the rifle. "I shoulda had this thing ready to go, man," Jon said.

"Well you'll know next time," Greg said. He was gasping for breath. "Pull over whenever you get a chance," he whinced.

Eric looked over and saw a wound just underneath his left shoulder. It looked bad. He was holding onto it with his hand but blood was running freely through his fingers. "Amy grab a cloth and put pressure on that!" Amy quickly found a shirt and began applying pressure to the wound.

"I don't see em back there, man," Jon said as he looked out the back of the Bronco. "Maybe you lost em."

"I wanna be sure," Eric replied. He pulled off onto a backroad and, after a few twists and turns, finally found a place where he felt comfortable stopping.

Goooooooooooooood stuff.

A buddy of mine was reading this today at work, and we both wondered how long it'll take for Eric and Amy to knock the boots. hooked,

Looks like Eric is going to need to find the ARFCOM Survival Bunker.

Tag.

Great read, keep it coming!

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Great reading; looks like the zombies are here

Originally Posted By J_L: Great reading; looks like the zombies are here

That's WACKED!!!

Chapter 12

The road that he pulled into looked like it was private.  There were plenty of trees around to conceal them and they didn't see any houses nearby.  When he felt like he was far enough from the main road he stopped the truck.  "Amy, grab a tarp, a blanket and the first aid kit," he ordered as he ran over to Greg's side.  She immediately complied.  Within seconds she and Jon had a tarp spread out with a blanket on it and the first aid kit nearby.  Greg was still concious so Eric eased him out of his seat and onto the makeshift bed.  Then he pulled some shears out of the first aid kit and cut off Greg's shirt.  

The entry wound didn't look bad.  It was just a small hole that was about two inches under his collar bone on the left side.  The exit wound wasn't as neat, though.  Eric lifted him up on his side to check his back.  The bullet had gone through and exited just underneath his shoulder blade.  The hole was at least two inches wide and an inch tall.  When Amy saw the hole she almost screamed.  "Hold it together girl," Eric thought to himself as he worked.  Jon was trying to avoid the situation by keeping a lookout.  He had the rifle in his hands and he was pacing around the car.  Eric wiped an iodine pad on the hole on his front and then taped some gauze over it.  "I'm going to roll you over on your belly," Eric told Greg.  "I need to take care of the hole where the bullet went through."

"Go for it," Greg grunted.  

He helped as much as he could as Eric rolled him over on his belly but it was painful for him.  "Just stay awake," Eric told him.  "You're doing fine."  He cleaned up the area around the hole as best he could and then he stuffed some gauze in it and applied pressure.  "We probably need to stitch that up.  I don't suppose anyone's ever given someone stitches?"  Jon's eyes got big as he shook his head to say no.  Amy just started at Eric like he was crazy.  "Well we've got some sutures in the first aid kit.  Do you mind if I give it a shot?" Eric asked Greg.

"Do what you have to do," Greg said.  He had Amy apply pressure to the wound while he searched through the first aid kit to find the sutures and see if there was any information on how to do it in the book that came with it.  He easily found the sutures but the book was pretty useless.  Eric just decided to wing it.  He'd watched several medical documentaries on the Science Channel and Discovery so he thought that he had a pretty basic idea on how to do it.  It turned out to be a lot harder than those doctor's made it look.  He ended up tearing up the skin around the wound.  Finally he gave up and just stuffed more gauze in the hole and taped over it.  

"I'm sorry Greg but I can't do it.  We need to find you a doctor or something," Eric said.  

"In other words I'm screwed," Greg said matter of factly.  Eric started to talk but Greg interupted him.  "It's probably my time, anyway.  At least I lasted longer than most of the people out there."

"You'll be fine," Eric said.  "I don't think that it's as bad as you're making it out to be.  As long as it doesn't get infected you'll live."

"Yeah, man," Jon said.  "Don't talk like that.  You're freakin me out."

"Can you sit up?" Eric asked him.  

"Yeah," Greg grunted as he sat up and put his back against the truck.  "I can't move my arm, though.  It hurts bad."

"Well we need to decide if we're going to hang out around here or move on," Eric said.  "It's only two o'clock so we still have the whole day to move if we need to."

"Where are going to go?" Greg asked him.  "Maybe we should just lay low for the rest of the day.  It looks to me like you picked a good spot."

"Yeah, man," Jon said.  "We should hang out here and make a plan.  We gotta quit wastin gas, anyway."

"Fair enough," Eric said as he got up and started searching the trunk.  "We'll set up camp here."

They had the camp set up quickly.  When they were finished Amy made a sling for Greg and helped him put it on.  They all ate a leisurely lunch and the topic of discussion quickly moved to their lives before the zombies.  They took turns describing their jobs and what they were doing the day of the accident.  Eric and Amy repeated their stories to the other two.  Jon had been running some pot to Denver for a friend in Kansas.  He lived in a small town in the middle of the state.  Everyone was a little surprised at how honest he was but they all agreed that it didn't really matter anymore, anyway.  Greg was a retired real estate agent.  They lived just east of Denver and they were on their way home from a trip to their son's house in Missouri.  His wife had just had their first baby.  They talked for hours all wondering about the same things.  Were things ever going to be normal again?  Would any of them ever have the chance to see their loved ones?  How long would the zombies last before they rot away to nothing?  They were all full of questions but, of course, no one had any answers.  Finally the topic of coversation returned to the present.

"Maybe we should turn on the radio and see if we can get some more info," Eric suggested.  "It's only been a few days.  There have got to be at least a few stations that are still on the air."  

He got up and turned the radio on in the truck.  After searching through the channels he finally settled on the same channel that they had been listening to before.  All of the others were still playing music.  It was the same voice from before that was still talking.  "You're listening to Dan Mehan on KPPO.  The zombies outside aren't going anywhere.  There's still no word from higher up on what's going on.  We have, however, been contacted by several other survivor's via radio.  Apparently there are still a lot of people stuck in their houses.  Some say that they're going to be good for a few months.  Others are saying that they're already starving.  There are even some whackos that are taking the fight to the zombies.  Uncle Sam if you're out there we could sure use some help right about now," he chuckled.  

"There's still a lot of speculation about just what happened," he continued.  "The most popular explanation is, of course, that some terrorist organization released the virus in our country.  We still haven't received word on how widespread this thing is.  The last transmission we got from the goverment happened yesterday morning and they just told us to stay on the air for as long as possible and that they'd get everything under control.  We've still got power but we have no idea how long that'll hold out.  The best advice I can give everyone is to stay in your homes and hold out for as long as you can.  Help has got to come eventually.  Here's a little Johnny Cash for you all."  With that Johnny Cash replaced him singing Hurt.

"Well that really gets my spirits up," Greg coughed.  He looked a little more pale but he seemed to be doing ok.  

"I think I'm going to go down the road and scout this place out," Eric said.

"I'll go with you," Amy volunteered herself.

"It's cool, man," Jon said.  "I'll stay here with Greg."

Eric grabbed a backpack and packed it with some "just in case" gear then he and Amy started walking.  They followed the deserted road down a few miles.  They didn't talk much.  They just stayed quiet and alert as they walked.  After about a mile the woods stopped and it opened up to a large field.  Off in the distance they could see several houses throughout the countryside. They could also make out figures walking around in the fields.  They decided not to go any further in the open so they turned around and walked back to the camp.

As they were walking back they heard gunshots coming from the direction of the camp site.  They both started running back.  When they got close Eric stopped Amy.  "We can't go charging in here," he quietly told her.  Let's go around to the side through the woods just in case."  Amy nodded her head and followed Eric into the woodline.  

The going was slow.  There was a lot of brush that they had to break through which made the going difficult and noisier than Eric would have liked.  It didn't take him long before he started picking his way carefully through to avoid making so much noise.  It slowed them down a little bit more but stealth was important.  Finally they could see the truck up ahead.  Eric cursed himself for leaving the truck on the side of the road uncamouflaged.  There was another truck parked behind it a little further back.  They continued on and the camp came into view.  

Greg was sitting in the same place that he had left them.  He had his .357 in his lap.  Jon was standing next to him with the rifle shouldered.  Sitting across from them were a man and a woman that looked to be in their early thirties.  Eric could hear them talking but he couldn't make out the words.  After he was sure that they weren't a threat he motioned to Amy to follow him out.    

more, more more moremoremoremore.......................................
 mpi

nice pic but a little too much boobies showing! FS

Originally Posted By USPcompact: After I read the thread title, I immediately skipped over this thread thinking that it would be a waste of time. I was bored at work today and happened across it again and thought WTH, I'll give it a shot. I'm glad to say that I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the writing. Excellent job.

+1

Awesome read!  I'm waiting for more.

Originally Posted By imposter: nice pic but a little too much boobies showing! FS

awww, what did we miss?

Bump for a good read... need update :)

brraaaaaiiiinnnnsss.....

i mean,

moooooorrrreee....