cracked window on the driver side door, I could see it.
A woman, now turned into the dead, was in the front seat. Not noticing us, she was content eating away at some poor bastard that had clearly been in the passenger seat. As best as I could tell, they had hit the tree, and she probably died immediately. After she turned, she must have set her sights on the unconscious person next to her. Husband, boyfriend, just plain old friend, it didn’t matter; now, he was nothing more than lunch.
Kyle came over to the driver side door where I was standing. He tapped the door with his metal rod. The creature quickly turned those horrible eyes on us, but it was strapped into the seat belt. She didn’t possess the IQ to figure out how to unbuckle it.
Kyle made short work of her, smashing his rod sideways across her face. I could see shards of broken teeth shoot across the dashboard.
I opened the back door as Kyle started to sift through the bags that were strapped to the top of the vehicle. I was actually amazed by all the crap this person packed up.
We found a DVD player, a dozen DVDs and a whole slew of personal hygiene products including shampoos, conditioners, gels and cosmetics bags galore. The rest of the bags were filled with clothing. This person had packed for vacation, not for fleeing from the zombie apocalypse.
Her vanity did lead to one good thing. We found a cooler full of healthy snack bars and bottled water. Kyle also came across one bag with guy’s clothing in it. He grabbed a change of clothes to replace his blood soaked security uniform, and dumped out the rest so he could keep the backpack.
I could see the relief on his face when he was finally changed. He didn’t have to say it, but I could tell that he really hated that uniform. It was one step higher than a mall-cop uniform, and it was a small step at that.
We walked back to the Hummer, and crawled up into the seats. We repeated the scavenging drill over the next few vehicles we came upon. Luckily, there were several that possessed various types of food and supplies that were actually useful.
We finished our search with having gathere d 14 bottles of water and a backpack full of snack bars, chips, and cookies. We also grabbed one radio that was crank operated, a plus for us as it did not require batteries or electricity. The last car we had hit was the best. Some campers or survivalist had left backpacks, sleeping bags, and most importantly, a portable solar panel charger. It flipped open to expose three black panels, and was designed to charge small electronic devices including cell phones. I snatched it up with some relief, knowing that it would be useful considering my phone battery was completely dead.
The owners themselves, were nowhere in sight. I wondered if the woman with the ponytail back at the ferry owned this stuff. No way that I would ever know, but I silently thanked her anyway.
I had just plugged my phone into the solar panel charger, got it set up on the dashboard to collect those precious beams of sunlight when Kyle tapped my arm.
“What scares you?” he asked quietly.
“What?” I responded in bewilderment, my brow cocked.
“I mean, before all of this, what kept you up at night? What really gets under your skin?”
“I don’t know,” I replied with a shrug. “I guess, I just always thought about my job. Losing my job, getting promoted. I didn’t give anything else a chance.”
“So you’re afraid of losing your job?” Kyle gave a wry chuckle. “Got news for you pal. We killed your boss. I think you’re fired.”
I smirked in amusement. Reflecting, I decided to turn it back around at him.
“Okay, so what keeps you up at night?”
He paused for a moment, and his face turned serious.
“I don’t know if it keeps me up at night as much as I think about it from time to time,” he said cautiously. “Back in Iraq, before I got my wings, there was a
A woman, now turned into the dead, was in the front seat. Not noticing us, she was content eating away at some poor bastard that had clearly been in the passenger seat. As best as I could tell, they had hit the tree, and she probably died immediately. After she turned, she must have set her sights on the unconscious person next to her. Husband, boyfriend, just plain old friend, it didn’t matter; now, he was nothing more than lunch.
Kyle came over to the driver side door where I was standing. He tapped the door with his metal rod. The creature quickly turned those horrible eyes on us, but it was strapped into the seat belt. She didn’t possess the IQ to figure out how to unbuckle it.
Kyle made short work of her, smashing his rod sideways across her face. I could see shards of broken teeth shoot across the dashboard.
I opened the back door as Kyle started to sift through the bags that were strapped to the top of the vehicle. I was actually amazed by all the crap this person packed up.
We found a DVD player, a dozen DVDs and a whole slew of personal hygiene products including shampoos, conditioners, gels and cosmetics bags galore. The rest of the bags were filled with clothing. This person had packed for vacation, not for fleeing from the zombie apocalypse.
Her vanity did lead to one good thing. We found a cooler full of healthy snack bars and bottled water. Kyle also came across one bag with guy’s clothing in it. He grabbed a change of clothes to replace his blood soaked security uniform, and dumped out the rest so he could keep the backpack.
I could see the relief on his face when he was finally changed. He didn’t have to say it, but I could tell that he really hated that uniform. It was one step higher than a mall-cop uniform, and it was a small step at that.
We walked back to the Hummer, and crawled up into the seats. We repeated the scavenging drill over the next few vehicles we came upon. Luckily, there were several that possessed various types of food and supplies that were actually useful.
We finished our search with having gathere d 14 bottles of water and a backpack full of snack bars, chips, and cookies. We also grabbed one radio that was crank operated, a plus for us as it did not require batteries or electricity. The last car we had hit was the best. Some campers or survivalist had left backpacks, sleeping bags, and most importantly, a portable solar panel charger. It flipped open to expose three black panels, and was designed to charge small electronic devices including cell phones. I snatched it up with some relief, knowing that it would be useful considering my phone battery was completely dead.
The owners themselves, were nowhere in sight. I wondered if the woman with the ponytail back at the ferry owned this stuff. No way that I would ever know, but I silently thanked her anyway.
I had just plugged my phone into the solar panel charger, got it set up on the dashboard to collect those precious beams of sunlight when Kyle tapped my arm.
“What scares you?” he asked quietly.
“What?” I responded in bewilderment, my brow cocked.
“I mean, before all of this, what kept you up at night? What really gets under your skin?”
“I don’t know,” I replied with a shrug. “I guess, I just always thought about my job. Losing my job, getting promoted. I didn’t give anything else a chance.”
“So you’re afraid of losing your job?” Kyle gave a wry chuckle. “Got news for you pal. We killed your boss. I think you’re fired.”
I smirked in amusement. Reflecting, I decided to turn it back around at him.
“Okay, so what keeps you up at night?”
He paused for a moment, and his face turned serious.
“I don’t know if it keeps me up at night as much as I think about it from time to time,” he said cautiously. “Back in Iraq, before I got my wings, there was a
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