You know, sometimes I question myself. I wonder if I really am going to get out of this, maybe if we keep fighting and continue to push our way through, we will get somewhere, and finally be rescued. But with each moment passing us by while we run, and hide, and more fuck ups keep happening, I just don't know.
There I am, sitting at the bar with my brother, talking about what ever is going on in the world, and how we should just live and nothing let anything or anyone get to us. Those were the times. Where we could just sit there, enjoy a few drinks and share some laughs. Mike always like messing with people, especially at the bar because he didn't like it when people would think they were hot shit. I guess in a way, he was contradicting himself. I was always there by his side though, defending him and making sure nothing too bad happened. So there we are, I'm sitting in my stool, as he is toe to toe with some biker, exchanging curse words and insults to one another, because he spilled Mike's beer. I keep telling Mike to just let it go, and sit back down with me.
"Fuck that, this biker trash spilled my beer, and he's going to buy me another one"
"Oh yeah?" - says the biker guy as he digs in his pocket.
"He's some change, you can buy your mother with this..." he throws some loose dimes and nickles onto the bar and laughs.
"Shit" I say under my breath, taking one last shot, knowing what's about to happen.
SMACK. Mike slamming and breaks the bottle across the guys face. Immediately getting out off my seat as the biker tackles him against the bar. I put my arm around the guys neck and throw him to the ground, my knee on this throat and saying it ends here as I clench my fist and raise it up.
"You say something like that again, and I won't stop him from breaking your neck. You don't talk like that, to no one. Got it?"
The guy trying to break free, struggling to breathe. He looks at me and gasps.
Mike gives him one good kick to the side and says:
"He's telling you to apologize you dumb fuck!"
Still not being able to breathe all that well, he's able to choke out:
"Sorry!"
I get up, and let down my fist, brushing off my pants and sitting back down. Mike still standing there looking at the biker as he gets back up and gets pushed away by my brother. After that, the bartender says to get out and not to come back. All of a sudden I hear a loud crash and this piercing high pitched noise is ringing my ears, and everything turns white...
"Get up Matt! Get the fuck up and let's go!"
Mike yelling at me as he stands above my body, laying there on the pavement. I open my eyes and see the truck side swiped into a wall, and smoking. Touching my face, there's blood coming out the side of my head. I struggle up at Mike takes me by the arms and starts moving me.
"Dammit Rob! Why did you do that? Matt almost got seriously fucked up!"
"You ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine, I think. My head is killing me. What happened?" I say as I start walking on my own, wiping the blood off my face and touching my head once more tying to stop the bleeding.
"Rob over tried to play GTA with some lone zombie, lost control and slid right into a wall, so now the truck is done and we have to walk. Thankfully we are only 5 minutes away from the city, so let's get moving"
As we get everything together, I look for our first aid kit and begin to clean myself up and get all of our stuff together, knowing what's ahead of us. Rob walking up to me, I can see he is concerned, but I just look at him and give a thumbs up letting him know I'm OK. Jen pops the hood open and gives it one final look, she looks pissed, and I can see we lost a tire on the other side because the truck is leaning down.
"That must have been one hell of a zombie there"
"No, it was the huge pot hole that did this" Jen replies as she waves the smoke away from here, and points down the road bit showing me this huge hole in the pavement. Looks as if someone tried to dig to China.
I let out a huge sigh and laugh, knowing that nothing can ever go our way, and that I was wrong to try and take a nap in a place like this. Maybe next time I'll drive and not pull a stunt like that. 10 minutes later, we get everything else together and start walking down the road, Mike still yelling at Rob because of the accident.
"Mike will you just shut up, it's done, we could be dead right now, but were not, so be thankful for that. In case you didn't notice, we are 5 minutes from the city, and the last thing we need is you causing problems while those dead fucks are trying to eat us"
He looks at me, then Rob, and shakes his head looking away and spitting.
"He's sorry, and knows what happened, so I don't it will happen again, alright!?"
"I sure as hell hope not, that truck was going to make this trip easier, and now we are stuck walking"
"Oh boo hoo, we have to walk, do you remember 2 years ago when we had to walk across the desert for days on end, not knowing what could happen?"
"Yeah, I do. That's why I'm pissed, we have to do this shit all over again"
"I know, but we can get through this, we have done it before, who's to say we can't do it again?"
Finally letting out a small chuckle, a sense of a comfort finally falls over the group, making it just a tad easier to do this whole trip. I put my arm around Rob's shoulder and tell him:
"Look, shit happens, so just let it go and we'll find another, but you're not driving" I laugh a little and pat his chest, grabbing a smoke and putting one in his mouth lighting them and continue walking.
Finally arriving in the deserted city, we look around, seeing the broken and open windows covering the tall buildings, paper all over the streets, and bodies strewn about around us, only making the situation that much more dangerous. We grab our guns, and begin looking around, for anything.
"So what's the plan?" Mike asks not letting his eyes off the bodies around us as we pass them one by one by groups.
"We look for drug stores, gas stations, convenience stores and some sign of an evac near by. We are going to have to split up, cover more ground and get shit done quicker"
I usually never say that, it's a bad idea to split up, anything could happen and it increases the chance of dying greatly. But in this case, we need to get out asap, and finding what we need is the only way to do it in a quick manner. Pulling out my radio, and everyone else doing so, I hand out batteries, and turn mine on.
"Make sure we are all full power and on the same channel, which is 2. If anyone else outside of this group is on this channel, remember, don't trust them, just work with them and find out who they are, what they want. We don't need another hat trick happening again"
About 3 weeks ago, we found this group of people who we thought at the time, we just like us, trying to find help and a way to get out. Turns out they were pirates, scumbags who would trick survivors into trusting them, and when their guard was down, they would take their guns, ammo, and other supplies then kill them, as if it was OK. Well they picked the wrong two guys to do it to. Mike and I knew right at the beginning that things were not right by the way they were acting, very nice and open to stay with them. Anyone in this new world that acts like that is up to no good. So we stayed on point with them for the next 3 days, always keeping an eye on all them, sleeping with one eye open, and always keeping our weapons in hand. When they finally tried to attack us, we were "sleeping" and caught them sneaking into our room one night, the two guys, Jim and Nick were attempting to take our guns away, so naturally, we got up in a quick fashion and asked them what they were doing, while pinning them against the wall with our knife against their throats.
They told us their little scheme, and tried to explain why they were doing it. We were disgusted, greatly, so after hearing their bullshit, we knocked them out, tied them up, and left them in the room. Now after putting those two away, 4 other people were still in the house, wide awake, and waiting for their friends to return with the new goods. Well they were surprised when they saw my brother and I walk into the room with our guns pointed yelling for them to drop to the ground and hands on their head. One of the guys tried to be a hero and jumped up, well needless to say, he was stabbed after being taken down CQC style, and that was the end of him. Thankfully the others did try anything like that because at the time, we were in the killing mood, and there's nothing I hate more than killing the non infected. So we tied them up and put the constricted bodies in the middle of the road with an air horn going off and a flare burning. Letting the undead know that dinner is served.
We escaped taking what we could, and loaded up in their car. Never looking back. And since then, we will never trust anyone else but the ones with us now. Splitting up into groups of 2, Mike with Rob and Jen, while Jacob came with me.
"Mike, stay alert, you know the drill. Do not get careless out there, just get the shit we need and get out. You're all that I have and I'm not losing you too"
"Don't worry Matt, I got this" He says with a smirk and puts his hand out.
"Just get it done, and stay in touch" Grabbing his hand and wrapping my other arm around him.
We split up and get moving, turning the radio dial and checking the signal, while putting the ear piece on:
"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby"
"Negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full"
"Roger that, Rob, Jen...how's the signal and do you copy?"
"Jen here, loud and clear, full signal"
"Yeah you're good to go there Ghost Rider"
"Jacob how bout' you" As I look at him standing right next to me
Holding the radio up to his mouth: "Yeah you're all clear smart ass, I know you can hear yourself on my radio"
I give him a soft punch on the arm and tell him not to get sassy with me, laughing a bit and continuing to move forward. All around us, glass, blood, body parts, and abandoned cars. We come across our first gas station, lights on, and a sign that says NO GAS. We have found out that many gas stations did this towards the end because the employees and managers themselves would horde it all and make a getaway. So a little cardboard sign is not going to make us turn around.
"Mike, we found our first gas station, about a quarter mile down the road from our starting point, it looks hopeful, and we'll keep you updated. Out."
"Gotcha, stay frosty. Out"
As Jacob and I walked up to the pumps, guns ready for what ever pops out, we check the pumps, but one after another, dry. Getting the last 2 pump stations, one of them regular and the other diesel, we squeeze the pump handle, and like the best piss in the world, we let out a sigh, and stop wasting. I tell Jacob to wait here while I go inside and grab some gas cans. After the incident when we first met, he refuses to go into another gas station store. So I won't make him do it. Opening the door slowly, I walk in and sling my rifle behind my back, taking out my pistol. Immediately working my way toward the register area, I walk behind the counter and look for keys, and cigarettes. Knocking on the window, looking at Jacob, I give him a thumbs up with the keys in my hand and he thumbs back to me.
I turn around grabbing packs and looking for gas cans. Then suddenly I hear Jacob, yelling my name and shots firing. Almost instantly I start running towards him not wanting another gas station to blow up again, I run out the door and see 5 of the undead making their way to him, closing the short distance. I take a shot and kill one, but there are still 4 about to eat Jacob where he stands.
"JACOB!! DO NOT SHOOT! DON'T FUCKING SHOOT!!!"
I tackle my way into the crowed, pushing them away and landing on the ground with him, pulling him and myself up as the ghouls try to do so also. I run up to one of them, bringing my boot into their rotting flesh covered face, putting him on his back and my foot on his chest, firing off the first round. The next one crawling towards me, grabbing my foot, Jacob fires and kills him instantly without hesitation. With the other 3 staggering at us, one of them being a rather large one, we shoot the other two, and I take my bat out, clothes lining the fat one, nearly knocking the bat out of my hands at I smack him with it.
"This guy must have eaten the entire fucking city!" Jacob says as he sees the stomach bulging out of his work shirt"
"Well at least he is getting his exercise" I proceed to bring out my pistol and shoot him, as he struggles to get up and continue to get us.
"That's my diet for these bastards"
We head back together this time, because I'm not having him die on me...
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