It was very odd when I rounded a corner within a derelict building to find myself face-to-face with a kid wearing one of those zombie tees that you would see younger folks wearing before the actual uprising happened. It's one thing to enjoy a few horror movies by Romero when there was actual working electricity, but now that zombies walked the earth and were a reality...why would you want to be constantly reminded of what could kill you at any minute? The kid didn't look too worse for wear, though. He looked pretty healthy, actually, so he must have been doing something right.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was extremely low on food and water, but I offered to split what I had left with the boy in the zombie t-shirt. He accepted graciously, and told me he knew of a place that was easier to forage in. It was swarmed over too, but he had a method of getting around through the swarm that he could teach me. He was pretty sure that the area we were in was pretty picked over, but he knew where we could get water. Sure enough, there was a broken water main right where he said there was and we refilled our bottles straight from the fresh, clean aquifer.
Because of how slow it takes to move around in parts of the city that are literally crawling with undead, it took us a very impatient two days to reach the place the kid with the zombie tee shirts was taking me to. We still had water, but in my weakened condition I was constantly exhausted. We rounded a corner, and there it was. A business intersection with two untouched gas stations and a pharmacy. You could see that all three were untouched, but there were zombies everywhere and in all directions. Getting to any of them in the open would be suicide, but the kid said he knew a way. I trusted him.
He told me to run, and he took off like a streak before I really knew what was happening. I bolted after him as quick as I could, but he outdistanced me. I was about fifty feet behind and falling back even farther when he started knocking over trash cans and yelling. I screamed for him to shut up because every zombie was turning towards us. It was an instant before I was cut off and I had to scramble into an old car. I could see the boy in the zombie tees look my in the eye from the safety of the alley and shrug. He would almost certainly be able to get into an be safe in one of those stores. He could close the security gate and be safe and fed all winter with an army of undead protecting him from the real monsters out there. The zombies would be busy with me, after all, when they finish cracking this car open and tearing me out of it.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was extremely low on food and water, but I offered to split what I had left with the boy in the zombie t-shirt. He accepted graciously, and told me he knew of a place that was easier to forage in. It was swarmed over too, but he had a method of getting around through the swarm that he could teach me. He was pretty sure that the area we were in was pretty picked over, but he knew where we could get water. Sure enough, there was a broken water main right where he said there was and we refilled our bottles straight from the fresh, clean aquifer.
Because of how slow it takes to move around in parts of the city that are literally crawling with undead, it took us a very impatient two days to reach the place the kid with the zombie tee shirts was taking me to. We still had water, but in my weakened condition I was constantly exhausted. We rounded a corner, and there it was. A business intersection with two untouched gas stations and a pharmacy. You could see that all three were untouched, but there were zombies everywhere and in all directions. Getting to any of them in the open would be suicide, but the kid said he knew a way. I trusted him.
He told me to run, and he took off like a streak before I really knew what was happening. I bolted after him as quick as I could, but he outdistanced me. I was about fifty feet behind and falling back even farther when he started knocking over trash cans and yelling. I screamed for him to shut up because every zombie was turning towards us. It was an instant before I was cut off and I had to scramble into an old car. I could see the boy in the zombie tees look my in the eye from the safety of the alley and shrug. He would almost certainly be able to get into an be safe in one of those stores. He could close the security gate and be safe and fed all winter with an army of undead protecting him from the real monsters out there. The zombies would be busy with me, after all, when they finish cracking this car open and tearing me out of it.
