than I thought,” I muttered as I walked into the kitchen to gather some more food for our journey.
I made a point of not telling Gin about our close encounter with the zombies on the driveway. The sound of Jacob shooting them blended in with the gun fire we were hearing all over the neighborhood, so that didn't get her attention. She seemed to have put the encounter with our neighbors Jon and Julie behind her for now, so I saw no reason to upset her all over again. After all, she would find out soon enough how difficult and dangerous this excursion was going to be.
Jacob was already in the kitchen grabbing food off the pantry shelves, and as I joined him I suggested.
“Get the canned food Jake. It’s heavier, but the canned vegetables have water in them, and we're going to need all the water we can get,” I told him.
I hurried to grab the last few cans of green beans off the shelf and added.
"Get those jars of peanut butter too; they don't need to be refrigerated."
"Come on Gin, bring what you've got, and let's go!" I yelled with a sense of urgency.
Rounding the corner and dragging two full suitcases Gin announced.
"Here I come, and by the way, where’s my camouflage suit?” She asked.
“Probably in one of those suit cases,” I replied.
“Very funny,” she said, not at all amused.
“We’ll get you some later, at some sporting goods store or someplace,” I said, thinking that it shouldn’t be too hard to find camouflage clothing somewhere, hell now days even department stores sell it. At least they did before the outbreak, now of course they'll be giving it away.
We made our way back into the garage, toting the last of our possessions that we would be taking with us.
That's when the reality of the situation hit all of us. There was a calm silence, because we all knew that once we left, we would never be coming back to this place.
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THE MORPHADITE
Normally I would have installed the gas tanks back into the boat when I returned from filling them at the gas station. However, as fate would have it (probably knowing of the impending apocalypse), I got distracted with another of life's little emergencies at the time, and left the full fuel tanks on the floor of the garage to be loaded at a later date. That later date of course, just happened to be in the middle of an apocalyptic outbreak of the undead, with life and death balanced precariously on our timely departure from this zombie-infested locality.
“Billy let’s get these tanks in the boat, hook’em up, but don't open the vent cap,” I said, again trying to implant a sense of urgency that was desperately needed. “We've got to get moving, we want to be on the river before dark. Jump in the boat and I'll hand them to you."
With only two hours left until sundown, we weren't remotely ready to leave for the river.
“We don't have much room so let’s pack these supplies as tight as we can,” I stated, again with authority. “Guns and ammo go in last; we have to be able to get to them fast when we need too! We've only got two sleeping bags, put them in front, and tie them to the bow cleats."
"I'll put the rest of the food up in the front compartments,” Jacob said, as he stashed several cans into the front hold of the boat.
It took us another half an hour to fill the boat to capacity with our supplies and weapons, and still leave enough room for ourselves.
As I stepped up on the side of the trailer and handed Jacob the last box of ammo, I asked. “Are all of the magazines loaded?"
"Yes, all of them are fully loaded," Billy answered, nodding his head.
"Well, that's it then," I said. "We need to hurry, we don't have a whole lot of time before it gets dark, and if we have to fight our way to the river, we don't want to have to do it in the dark."
"Well, are we ready to go?" Gin asked.
"Not quite yet," I answered, motioning to Jacob. "Go in the house and look out the front window and see if you can see
I made a point of not telling Gin about our close encounter with the zombies on the driveway. The sound of Jacob shooting them blended in with the gun fire we were hearing all over the neighborhood, so that didn't get her attention. She seemed to have put the encounter with our neighbors Jon and Julie behind her for now, so I saw no reason to upset her all over again. After all, she would find out soon enough how difficult and dangerous this excursion was going to be.
Jacob was already in the kitchen grabbing food off the pantry shelves, and as I joined him I suggested.
“Get the canned food Jake. It’s heavier, but the canned vegetables have water in them, and we're going to need all the water we can get,” I told him.
I hurried to grab the last few cans of green beans off the shelf and added.
"Get those jars of peanut butter too; they don't need to be refrigerated."
"Come on Gin, bring what you've got, and let's go!" I yelled with a sense of urgency.
Rounding the corner and dragging two full suitcases Gin announced.
"Here I come, and by the way, where’s my camouflage suit?” She asked.
“Probably in one of those suit cases,” I replied.
“Very funny,” she said, not at all amused.
“We’ll get you some later, at some sporting goods store or someplace,” I said, thinking that it shouldn’t be too hard to find camouflage clothing somewhere, hell now days even department stores sell it. At least they did before the outbreak, now of course they'll be giving it away.
We made our way back into the garage, toting the last of our possessions that we would be taking with us.
That's when the reality of the situation hit all of us. There was a calm silence, because we all knew that once we left, we would never be coming back to this place.
Back to Contents
THE MORPHADITE
Normally I would have installed the gas tanks back into the boat when I returned from filling them at the gas station. However, as fate would have it (probably knowing of the impending apocalypse), I got distracted with another of life's little emergencies at the time, and left the full fuel tanks on the floor of the garage to be loaded at a later date. That later date of course, just happened to be in the middle of an apocalyptic outbreak of the undead, with life and death balanced precariously on our timely departure from this zombie-infested locality.
“Billy let’s get these tanks in the boat, hook’em up, but don't open the vent cap,” I said, again trying to implant a sense of urgency that was desperately needed. “We've got to get moving, we want to be on the river before dark. Jump in the boat and I'll hand them to you."
With only two hours left until sundown, we weren't remotely ready to leave for the river.
“We don't have much room so let’s pack these supplies as tight as we can,” I stated, again with authority. “Guns and ammo go in last; we have to be able to get to them fast when we need too! We've only got two sleeping bags, put them in front, and tie them to the bow cleats."
"I'll put the rest of the food up in the front compartments,” Jacob said, as he stashed several cans into the front hold of the boat.
It took us another half an hour to fill the boat to capacity with our supplies and weapons, and still leave enough room for ourselves.
As I stepped up on the side of the trailer and handed Jacob the last box of ammo, I asked. “Are all of the magazines loaded?"
"Yes, all of them are fully loaded," Billy answered, nodding his head.
"Well, that's it then," I said. "We need to hurry, we don't have a whole lot of time before it gets dark, and if we have to fight our way to the river, we don't want to have to do it in the dark."
"Well, are we ready to go?" Gin asked.
"Not quite yet," I answered, motioning to Jacob. "Go in the house and look out the front window and see if you can see
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