Either way, he had little choice. It was the best place he knew to go and try to find an ignition coil for his bike unless he found one along the way, but he didn’t see himself being that lucky.
He wasn’t that lucky.
On his way to the junk house, he’d spotted one motorcycle off the side of the road, but it had already been stripped of anything worth a damn. The sight had made Jon thankful that the house he was going to was off the beaten path because it was more likely that no one had been there to raid it since he’d last visited. Anyone who knew about the place likely would have done so by now, but he was confident no one would have come across it by accident.
He reached the house with plenty of daylight left. As he approached, he stayed low in the tall grass, careful to make sure no one was there. On the way there, he hadn’t seen any people or zombies, but he wanted to remain cautious. He scanned the area and saw no signs that the house was occupied or that anyone was on the property. The place appeared void of any deads, as well.
Confident that the area was clear, Jon stood tall and approached the house. He found the same gap in the chain-link fence that he’d crawled through before to get onto the property and went through it. He stayed cautious, but still saw no signs of people or deads.
Most of the vehicles were in the large yard behind the dilapidated house, but Jon scanned the front for bikes. When he saw none, he made his way around the side of the house to the backyard.
The grass nearly reached his waist, and Jon looked down as he walked while also trying to be aware of his surroundings. He didn’t want to get bit by a snake, but the grass was tall enough that even a zombie could be lying in it. He also wanted to be careful in case he’d been wrong about someone moving onto the property. They could have set bear traps or something out, and he’d rather run into a mob of zombies than step into one of those.
But he made it to the backyard safely, and most of it was covered in dirt, with only the occasional weed coming up out of the ground. More weeds and vines had begun growing inside of the vehicles.
“Alright, now where the fuck is that part?”
There had to be nearly a hundred vehicles, all in varying conditions. Most of them had been wrecked. Many had nothing but an engine with the bare remains of a frame around it. As he made his way around, Jon saw a couple of motorcycles lying down near the middle of the yard.
One bike lay on top of the other, and the one on the bottom looked similar to his. It was nothing but a frame and the motor with no tires on it. Squatting down, he lifted the top bike up and pushed it over.
“Jackpot.”
The ignition coil was in its place, and he kneeled down to check the condition. It seemed fine. Definitely in better shape than the one on his bike. Jon put on a pair of mechanics gloves. Then he pulled out the tools he had brought with him and removed it.
He stood and grinned, looking at the part in his hand.
“That was easy.”
The ignition coil was missing from the other bike, but he wondered if he should look around the yard for another just to be safe. Glancing up at the sky, he determined he had enough time to do some more scavenging.
Jon took a few steps with that intention, and then heard the familiar snarls of the dead things. He ducked, hiding behind a nearby car. Once out of sight, he peeked through the windows in the direction from which he’d heard the sounds.
Three zombies, their human bodies beyond recognition, staggered across the yard. They had all turned long ago, their heads bald and their pale skin now painted in shades of gray. Out on the open road or in the woods, Jon would have had no problem provoking the creatures and beating their dead brains in with his bat. But these weren’t normal circumstances. To attack the things with so many obstacles around him, and in a fenced-in area, would be stupid. Not to mention that he didn’t have his motorcycle with him in case he needed to make a quick escape. That would be too much of a thrill for even Jon. So, he ducked back down and decided to wait them out.
Closing his eyes, he listened to their feet scrape across the earth. The things continued to make their way across the yard, and he heard them arrive at the far side of the house.
Time to move.
Jon got off the ground and into a squat, fighting the pain in his legs and back. Staying low, he worked his way to the rear of the vehicle and looked out again to check the zombies’ position. As predicted, they were at the opposite end of the yard from where the entrance was. He found cover behind the next car and continued to make his way out of the yard while being sure to keep an eye on the dead things. They continued on their
