Post by Joshua Albreichson on Jun 28, 2013 12:23:51 GMT -8
Joshua felt the temperature rising again as he trudged down the abandoned overpass, cars littering the roadway. There was no one in sight, but that didn't mean anything. The cars had run out of gas soon after the zombies started appearing and people had abandoned their cars and their gear when they realized that everyone was trying to get out in the same way. Originally, the highways had been prepared in case of nuclear emergency as easy ways to get people out of cities. It didn't work. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he checked his rifle to see if the heat would effect the wear of the gun. The bolt slid smoothly forward.
He was moving slowly, taking his time and being careful. People who had died in their cars had stayed there, feeding off of small animals that investigated the strange smells. Joshua lifted his pistol to point at a vehicle that was rocking slightly back and forth. Focusing on the vehicle, he saw suitcases, bags, fishing poles and other useful objects in the back seat of the car. He could use these, he was running low on supplies and anything would help.
Dropping his gear, he crept forward, holding his gun steady. Pulling up even to the car, a dusty blue Ford Focus. Kneeling down and picking up a piece of someone's bumper, Joshua tapped the back window with the piece, attracting the zombie's attention. The zombie pulled itself up over the pile of stuff and smashed its head against the back window. It used to be a young female, a recent spouse by the looks of the remains in the driver's seat. The zombie watched him as he circled the car, crossing to the passenger's window. He looked carefully at the car, trying to tell if the alarm was still on. It would be too much trouble for the alarm to go off and startle all the zombies in the area. He smiled when he realized the driver's side door was unlocked and the zombie hadn't realized it could get out. That meant the alarm was off. The zombie inside lunged at him again and cracked the glass of the passenger side window. Raising his rifle, he sighted through the cracked glass and pulled the trigger. The zombie's head whipped back and it lay still.
Joshua dragged his bag over to the car and pulled out a t-shirt. Wrapping his knuckles with it, he punched the window open, clearing it with the t-shirt. Opening the door from the inside, he pulled the two dead bodies out onto the road, slinging them over the barrier of the overpass onto the highway below. Pulling the stuff on the back seat out onto the street, he started to inventory it, then paused. Smiling, he walked around to the driver's side and pulled the tab to open the trunk. Then, crossing to the back of the car, he lifted the door. Smiling, he pulled out more bags, hearing the rattle of ammo in the bottom of the bags.
Lifting his now-heavier pack, Joshua smiled. One of the fishing poles was strapped to the outside of his pack along with a series of knives he had found littered among the bags. There had been a rifle, but there was no ammunition and he didn't have any in that size, so he left it behind. All of the clothing had been to small for his large frame. However, there had been a few cans that he added to his cache. He had picked through all of the luggage and hadn't found many tools besides the rods, but there had been a small hatchet that he wrapped in a shirt and shoved in his bag. Turning back to the open road, he smiled again, setting back off down the highway.
He was moving slowly, taking his time and being careful. People who had died in their cars had stayed there, feeding off of small animals that investigated the strange smells. Joshua lifted his pistol to point at a vehicle that was rocking slightly back and forth. Focusing on the vehicle, he saw suitcases, bags, fishing poles and other useful objects in the back seat of the car. He could use these, he was running low on supplies and anything would help.
Dropping his gear, he crept forward, holding his gun steady. Pulling up even to the car, a dusty blue Ford Focus. Kneeling down and picking up a piece of someone's bumper, Joshua tapped the back window with the piece, attracting the zombie's attention. The zombie pulled itself up over the pile of stuff and smashed its head against the back window. It used to be a young female, a recent spouse by the looks of the remains in the driver's seat. The zombie watched him as he circled the car, crossing to the passenger's window. He looked carefully at the car, trying to tell if the alarm was still on. It would be too much trouble for the alarm to go off and startle all the zombies in the area. He smiled when he realized the driver's side door was unlocked and the zombie hadn't realized it could get out. That meant the alarm was off. The zombie inside lunged at him again and cracked the glass of the passenger side window. Raising his rifle, he sighted through the cracked glass and pulled the trigger. The zombie's head whipped back and it lay still.
Joshua dragged his bag over to the car and pulled out a t-shirt. Wrapping his knuckles with it, he punched the window open, clearing it with the t-shirt. Opening the door from the inside, he pulled the two dead bodies out onto the road, slinging them over the barrier of the overpass onto the highway below. Pulling the stuff on the back seat out onto the street, he started to inventory it, then paused. Smiling, he walked around to the driver's side and pulled the tab to open the trunk. Then, crossing to the back of the car, he lifted the door. Smiling, he pulled out more bags, hearing the rattle of ammo in the bottom of the bags.
Lifting his now-heavier pack, Joshua smiled. One of the fishing poles was strapped to the outside of his pack along with a series of knives he had found littered among the bags. There had been a rifle, but there was no ammunition and he didn't have any in that size, so he left it behind. All of the clothing had been to small for his large frame. However, there had been a few cans that he added to his cache. He had picked through all of the luggage and hadn't found many tools besides the rods, but there had been a small hatchet that he wrapped in a shirt and shoved in his bag. Turning back to the open road, he smiled again, setting back off down the highway.