had inadvertently gathered. There were ten men in the attack, we had so far accounted for eight of them. I had seen a map in the truck and from a quick reflection, I had a very good idea where the men planned on rendezvousing with their commander. That gave us an edge and me an idea. But we had to finish this first.
Running down Walnut, we came back down Fire Lane and past the day care center. I noticed the building we were looking for had an open door at the back and quickly I realized we outnumbered the guys we were chasing.
Nate and Tommy agreed to check out the building while I hung back to see if I might get lucky. I walked to the edge of the parking lot and looked around. The town seemed normal enough, but I could see zombies in the windows of many of the houses, unable to get out. These guys apparently hadn’t figured out how to work the doorknobs yet.
A sound behind me caused me to look and see both Nate and Tommy emerge from the building, each carrying two additional rifles and ammo. We were well set for any more encounters.
A different sound reached my ears and I turned the other way to see the truck, the source of a lot of my misery, pull out of the side street it was parked on and roar away to the north. I lifted my rifle and though it was a long shot, I had to vent somehow. I fired six times and had the satisfaction of hearing the bullets hit the truck. If they had any effect, I didn’t see it, but at least the fleeing bastards knew they had been to a fight. We had taken out eighty percent of their attacking force and had received only minor injuries in return. We had lost Gina, but since she wasn’t really part of our outfit, I didn’t count her in the list.
Nate and Tommy came running at the sound of firing and saw the truck lurching out of sight around the north bend.
I started walking back and waved them to come with. “Come on. We need to saddle up. I want to be waiting for those two when they get to their rendezvous point.”
“You know where that is?” Nate asked, stepping in beside me.
“Yep. I saw their map before they shot me.”
“Well, well. Maybe we’ll get real lucky and our good friend Major Thorton will be there.”
“Yeah.”
27
We hit the road after burying Gina in a shallow grave. I gave Janna the choice of heading out on her own or coming with us. She decided to stay with us, probably out of a sense of self-preservation, but after overhearing her asking questions about Leport and our home, she seemed open to the idea of settling in a safe community. Duncan was thrilled, I could see and I was hoping he would be able to keep it together for the task at hand. Given what we had just been through, we were dealing with men who had no qualms about shooting anything and cared very little for life.
I was driving this time, giving the others time to treat their wounds and get some rest. I hoped we would get ahead of the ambushers, but to be sure, I was burning up a lot of gas to get there as quickly as possible.
According to the map and it was hard to tell, we could take Rt 762 to Rt 33 and then pick up Rt 50 from there. It was an odd coincidence that we would be travelling to a road we needed to get revenge we wanted. Win-win in my book.
We were on the road for four hours when we finally reached Stroud’s Run. It was a very nice park with a lot of trees and a big lake. There was a National Forest directly to the East of Stroud’s Run, but this was still very nice. I pulled the RV into a small road called Township Highway 213A. From the looks of things, the road was all of two hundred feet long. Whoever named the roads in Ohio sure loved their job.
The sun was setting slowly and the new growth trees were casting long shadows in the waning light. We had passed several towns on the way here and Athens was just a small jog away, home to Ohio University and about thirty thousand zombie co-eds, give or take. We had the river blocking most of them, but travelling at night with your lights on was asking for trouble, especially with those numbers. In the morning, you’d find yourself surrounded, outnumbered and up to your neck in zombie gunk. No thanks.
I parked the RV backwards near the water, keeping a safe retreat in case of serious attack. The road we wanted was directly in front of us and we could keep an eye on the approaching traffic by settling on the roof of the bait shop that was by Route 50.
With the sun sinking low, it was better to just settle in and wait. I took the first two hour shift, watching the forest become very dark, very quickly. The rest of the crew found their sleeping spots and Janna was allowed to have the “upstairs” bed to herself. She was still grieving the loss of her friend, so I was sure she appreciated the solitude.
I sat on the roof of the RV, keeping a low profile and just taking in the surrounding woods. Small rustlings could be heard from every angle and every so often, the water behind me would splash with the hunting jumps of the fish that lived there. There was s very slight breeze that stirred the cool night air, whispering through the new leaf growth. I appreciated the quiet, given the funhouse day I had and I let my mind wander back to my family, especially my son. I missed that little guy with all my heart and I promised myself I would never do something like this again. I couldn’t stand the thought of him or Sarah coming to harm and once again, I prayed with all my might to whoever might be listening to keep my loved ones safe.
My musings were interrupted by the approach of the dead. Head-high glowing orbs worked their way through the trees, seeking prey and new hosts to infect. I counted fifteen zombies in the immediate vicinity and I could see more out near the road. The arrival of such a large vehicle was sure to cause some excitement in the local undead community.
I stayed put as the Z’s shambled up to the RV. Hands reached out and tentatively touched the metal surface, soft to the point of being delicate. It was if they couldn’t believe it was real. For myself, I stayed stock still, just watching the glowing eyes bounce among the brush. I was reminded of my conversation with Tommy, that these people might just be infected and not really dead like we had thought these last two years. Jury was out on that one, but my gut said there might be something to it.
The zombies moved around the RV, then past it, dismissing it as unimportant or scenery in their diseased minds. I watched them move, their heads turning and shifting in the wind, trying to catch a scent of prey. I had heard of them walking hundreds of miles to chase down a scent, but hadn’t believed it until now.
After about an hour and a half into my shift, I began the long process of moving down the ladder. I had to move painfully slow, careful not to make a sound or any sudden movements. Zombies couldn’t see too well in the dark, but their enhanced hearing allowed them to triangulate your position very quickly. And once they locked onto you, it was game on until one of you was dead for good.
Back inside, I awoke Nate and he opted to stay in front to watch the Z’s. Couldn’t say I blamed him. I stretched out on the kitchen bench and went to sleep.
In the morning, I awoke to breakfast on the table. Janna had arisen early and made a decent breakfast out of our stores. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee and two granola bars. We were going to need to find some more food soon, but for now, this was nice.
After breakfast, I wanted to take a look down the road and see if there was a way to set up some kind of warning system. Duncan said he was going to try fishing and Tommy was going to clean guns. Nate was going to do maintenance on the RV, so I was on my own. It was only a few hundred feet, so how bad could it be? Besides, all the zombies seemed to have returned to their hidey-holes, as welcoming a thought as that was.
I stepped out and was surprised to see Janna come out with me. She gave me a lopsided grin and I shrugged. “Your choice. If we get into a situation, I’ll back you, but don’t back me because I won’t know you and might kill you by mistake.”
Janna’s eyes got wide and I smiled. “Kidding. Come on, I want to look this bait shop over.”
She smiled and stepped in beside me. I carried my AR again, as Tommy was cleaning my heavier rifle. Janna just had her little pack of scissors and a small 9mm in a holster situated in the small of her back. I wasn’t surprised she knew how to shoot, since most people who survived the Upheaval had to learn or be killed. It was interesting that in the states that concealed carry was allowed, we ran into more survivors than the states that didn’t. It made
