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toward the burning Humvees. We took careful aim with every shot, and systematically slaughtered those cannibalistic zombies. When the last one fell dead, I bent over and emptied my guts. Mike and Charlie were looking more than a little sick, too.
"I've seen more death and horror than I ever want to admit, but seeing them eating…" I couldn't continue, and then puked again. "God I hate zombies!"
"See if we can put out these fires," Charlie said. "So we can get to the ammo."
We looked around, calling out for any survivors. No one answered. We weren't a hundred percent sure how many men were in those three Humvees. Some might have died in the previous fight. Of course, other survivors might not want to continue with us. When it was all said and done, we only found eleven bodies.
I was going to just leave, but getting remaining ammo wasn't a bad idea. The fires weren't too bad. It was mostly just diesel burning. So with fire extinguishers we got off the vehicles, and a lot of dirt, we put out the fires. We scavenged what supplies we could use, mostly NATO 5.56mm ammo for the M-4s, 40mm grenades, and some more 200 round belts of SAW ammo. We also grabbed shovels and axes.
"Axes are good, but to kill zombies you need a machete," Mike said. "I know. I watched all of the zombie movies and TV shows."
"The Army doesn't issue machetes," I said. "We train to kill the living, not the undead."
"Are these zombies really undead?" Mike asked. "All I've heard is they are infected with some bio-agent. They're all really just homicidal maniacs."
"Living or undead," Charlie said. "They don't feel pain or mercy. They're not human anymore in my books. They are zombies."
"Good enough for me," I said.
I climbed up onto the hood of our Humvee with some binoculars. Mike and Charlie arranged everything in back, tying down what they could. The road looked clear as far as I could see. Of course, off in the distance I saw zombies converging on the convoy the helicopters destroyed. So I got out the map and came up with a route to avoid them.
We were about to leave the road.
"How long do you think it'll take to get to Georgia?" Charlie asked when I continued down the road. That dirt road was getting sketchier and more washed out the further we went. We were reduced to a crawl and it was brutal. "At this rate we won't even get out of the foothills by dark."
"Google maps said it was about fourteen hundred miles, and should take about twenty hours," I said. I glanced at them with an amused expression. "Of course they were figuring on perfect conditions."
"I don't know, man. I got a Humvee up to 80 MPH one time," Mike said.
In our dreams. Maybe we could find a stretch of road to open her up. I couldn't imagine it would be very often, but we could always hope.
"Well, we're off to a sucky start," I said. "We started a few hours ago with five vehicles and around twenty men. Now we are just three men in a single Humvee."
"You, sir, are an optimist," Mike said.
Chapter 10
"We'll put a chain link fence across the road here," Sean said.
I looked up the side of the mountain. One corner of the model home's front deck could be seen. We already had a lookout posted there with a pair of binoculars and one of Sean's deer rifles. Amy was a hunter, so would do well with that scoped weapon. Her husband, Paul, was down on the road with us.
I was the armed guard while the men did the real work of
"I've seen more death and horror than I ever want to admit, but seeing them eating…" I couldn't continue, and then puked again. "God I hate zombies!"
"See if we can put out these fires," Charlie said. "So we can get to the ammo."
We looked around, calling out for any survivors. No one answered. We weren't a hundred percent sure how many men were in those three Humvees. Some might have died in the previous fight. Of course, other survivors might not want to continue with us. When it was all said and done, we only found eleven bodies.
I was going to just leave, but getting remaining ammo wasn't a bad idea. The fires weren't too bad. It was mostly just diesel burning. So with fire extinguishers we got off the vehicles, and a lot of dirt, we put out the fires. We scavenged what supplies we could use, mostly NATO 5.56mm ammo for the M-4s, 40mm grenades, and some more 200 round belts of SAW ammo. We also grabbed shovels and axes.
"Axes are good, but to kill zombies you need a machete," Mike said. "I know. I watched all of the zombie movies and TV shows."
"The Army doesn't issue machetes," I said. "We train to kill the living, not the undead."
"Are these zombies really undead?" Mike asked. "All I've heard is they are infected with some bio-agent. They're all really just homicidal maniacs."
"Living or undead," Charlie said. "They don't feel pain or mercy. They're not human anymore in my books. They are zombies."
"Good enough for me," I said.
I climbed up onto the hood of our Humvee with some binoculars. Mike and Charlie arranged everything in back, tying down what they could. The road looked clear as far as I could see. Of course, off in the distance I saw zombies converging on the convoy the helicopters destroyed. So I got out the map and came up with a route to avoid them.
We were about to leave the road.
"How long do you think it'll take to get to Georgia?" Charlie asked when I continued down the road. That dirt road was getting sketchier and more washed out the further we went. We were reduced to a crawl and it was brutal. "At this rate we won't even get out of the foothills by dark."
"Google maps said it was about fourteen hundred miles, and should take about twenty hours," I said. I glanced at them with an amused expression. "Of course they were figuring on perfect conditions."
"I don't know, man. I got a Humvee up to 80 MPH one time," Mike said.
In our dreams. Maybe we could find a stretch of road to open her up. I couldn't imagine it would be very often, but we could always hope.
"Well, we're off to a sucky start," I said. "We started a few hours ago with five vehicles and around twenty men. Now we are just three men in a single Humvee."
"You, sir, are an optimist," Mike said.
Chapter 10
"We'll put a chain link fence across the road here," Sean said.
I looked up the side of the mountain. One corner of the model home's front deck could be seen. We already had a lookout posted there with a pair of binoculars and one of Sean's deer rifles. Amy was a hunter, so would do well with that scoped weapon. Her husband, Paul, was down on the road with us.
I was the armed guard while the men did the real work of
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