were flooded with cars. People desperate to get out of town I guessed, but regardless traffic was unbearably slow and in the span of four hours we only went about ten miles. I took the time to grab some more shells from my ammo box, determined not to run out of ammo like that again.
Everybody spent the time desperately listening to their radios, scanning the stations listening for anything other than static. While it gave us confidence and security to know that that there was more of us free of disease than the government had led us to believe, it was also fearful to drive that slow knowing that at any moment there could be an attack.
And indeed, several times cars would abruptly stop and we’d hear screams. We could see struggles going on in the cars, and knew that one of the passengers of drivers had been Infected previously and had just now shown its symptoms. Whether it was because Infected were occupied with their new food or they simply did not know how to get out of the vehicles, there was no immediate threat from them. Occasionally I would catch eye contact with another car’s passengers and smile weakly at them. Often they returned the smile, and I felt a sense of togetherness, that we were all allied against this threat. For the most part since there was no Infected to be seen except every once in a while in a car, the traffic was orderly and there were no dangers at all. But then there was also a large group of people that would not stand to wait in traffic, and drove on the sides and grass and stuff. Those kinds of people were the reasons that wrecks were all around us surrounding the roads, and occasionally blocking them. It’s one thing to drive carelessly as part of your nature I thought, but when everybody’s life is at stake couldn’t they act a little bit less selfishly? Everybody was just as scared as you, and we’re all in order working together to get through this. Eventually we reached a point where the traffic began to speed up to ten-fifteen miles an hour, and we started making real progress.
We neared the direction of the camp, and turned to an abrupt stop as we scanned the area in horror. All the other people in traffic, or at least a large part of them were also heading for camp Mabry. There were cars littered for miles around the place, and people desperately trying to climb fences and get in. We couldn’t tell if they were Infected or not, but the soldiers evidently didn’t care and were shooting them all. From several holes and places in the fence that were ripped away and abandoned cars slightly within the camp I guessed that those same selfish people on the highway had decided to try and ram their car through the fence. The cars were littered with bullet holes, and there was now soldiers standing at the holes guarding several repair men trying to fix it.
There was a large sign that had been put out that said “Turn left at intersection for processing into camp” Underneath it however, said
“ALL FULL! ANY NEW PERSONELL WILL BE TURNED AWAY UNLESS A DOCTOR, SOLDIER OR ENGINEER. NO EXCEPTIONS.”
We looked at the sign sadly for a few seconds. I asked Steve, “Well you are a soldier right? You could get in at least.”
After studying the camp for a few seconds he said, “Yeah probably, but the military is very clear in their orders. And it also says no exceptions, such as children.” He looked down at his baby daughter Victoria and looked back up, “There’s no way I’m leaving her. Besides look at it; it’s filled with problems already, I don’t think this place will survive more than a few days at the most.”
I asked, “Well... what do we do then?”
That question rang out and played around in our minds for a good twenty minutes while I pulled the car out of the line and drove slowly around the city inspecting the area.
Traffic was bad in the city, almost as bad as on the highway, but here the presence of the Infected was definitely known to all. They swarmed the
Everybody spent the time desperately listening to their radios, scanning the stations listening for anything other than static. While it gave us confidence and security to know that that there was more of us free of disease than the government had led us to believe, it was also fearful to drive that slow knowing that at any moment there could be an attack.
And indeed, several times cars would abruptly stop and we’d hear screams. We could see struggles going on in the cars, and knew that one of the passengers of drivers had been Infected previously and had just now shown its symptoms. Whether it was because Infected were occupied with their new food or they simply did not know how to get out of the vehicles, there was no immediate threat from them. Occasionally I would catch eye contact with another car’s passengers and smile weakly at them. Often they returned the smile, and I felt a sense of togetherness, that we were all allied against this threat. For the most part since there was no Infected to be seen except every once in a while in a car, the traffic was orderly and there were no dangers at all. But then there was also a large group of people that would not stand to wait in traffic, and drove on the sides and grass and stuff. Those kinds of people were the reasons that wrecks were all around us surrounding the roads, and occasionally blocking them. It’s one thing to drive carelessly as part of your nature I thought, but when everybody’s life is at stake couldn’t they act a little bit less selfishly? Everybody was just as scared as you, and we’re all in order working together to get through this. Eventually we reached a point where the traffic began to speed up to ten-fifteen miles an hour, and we started making real progress.
We neared the direction of the camp, and turned to an abrupt stop as we scanned the area in horror. All the other people in traffic, or at least a large part of them were also heading for camp Mabry. There were cars littered for miles around the place, and people desperately trying to climb fences and get in. We couldn’t tell if they were Infected or not, but the soldiers evidently didn’t care and were shooting them all. From several holes and places in the fence that were ripped away and abandoned cars slightly within the camp I guessed that those same selfish people on the highway had decided to try and ram their car through the fence. The cars were littered with bullet holes, and there was now soldiers standing at the holes guarding several repair men trying to fix it.
There was a large sign that had been put out that said “Turn left at intersection for processing into camp” Underneath it however, said
“ALL FULL! ANY NEW PERSONELL WILL BE TURNED AWAY UNLESS A DOCTOR, SOLDIER OR ENGINEER. NO EXCEPTIONS.”
We looked at the sign sadly for a few seconds. I asked Steve, “Well you are a soldier right? You could get in at least.”
After studying the camp for a few seconds he said, “Yeah probably, but the military is very clear in their orders. And it also says no exceptions, such as children.” He looked down at his baby daughter Victoria and looked back up, “There’s no way I’m leaving her. Besides look at it; it’s filled with problems already, I don’t think this place will survive more than a few days at the most.”
I asked, “Well... what do we do then?”
That question rang out and played around in our minds for a good twenty minutes while I pulled the car out of the line and drove slowly around the city inspecting the area.
Traffic was bad in the city, almost as bad as on the highway, but here the presence of the Infected was definitely known to all. They swarmed the
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