It was very odd when I rounded a corner within a derelict building to find myself face-to-face with a kid wearing one of those zombie tees that you would see younger folks wearing before the actual uprising happened. It's one thing to enjoy a few horror movies by Romero when there was actual working electricity, but now that zombies walked the earth and were a reality...why would you want to be constantly reminded of what could kill you at any minute? The kid didn't look too worse for wear, though. He looked pretty healthy, actually, so he must have been doing something right.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was extremely low on food and water, but I offered to split what I had left with the boy in the zombie t-shirt. He accepted graciously, and told me he knew of a place that was easier to forage in. It was swarmed over too, but he had a method of getting around through the swarm that he could teach me. He was pretty sure that the area we were in was pretty picked over, but he knew where we could get water. Sure enough, there was a broken water main right where he said there was and we refilled our bottles straight from the fresh, clean aquifer.
It took us two days to get to this new foraging ground the boy in the zombie shirts was speaking of. I was terribly weak, but I could tell that what he was saying was true. Most everywhere else was pretty well picked clean, but this area looked really promising. There were no broken windows in the store fronts and I could actually see food on the shelves through the front of a few of the shops. My mouth was watering just at the sight of all of that unclaimed food. The problem was that the place was in the middle of the worst swarm I had ever seen. The boy had a plan, and after two days I trusted him. That was my biggest mistake.
When he told me to go, I went. He said that we had to run through an open area to an alley, and then we'd be able to go underground to the stores. It made no sense to me, but I was delirious with hunger. The kid in the zombie shirts took my hand and we ran. He let go of me, and sprinted across that open area like it was nothing. I fell behind so quickly, and the zombies encircled faster than I could retreat. I jumped in this old grey bus, and now they're outside beating on the windows and staring at me with dead, hungry eyes. I imagine my eyes are just as dead and hungry. Of course the kid would have no problem raiding the stores. The zombies were busy with me.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was extremely low on food and water, but I offered to split what I had left with the boy in the zombie t-shirt. He accepted graciously, and told me he knew of a place that was easier to forage in. It was swarmed over too, but he had a method of getting around through the swarm that he could teach me. He was pretty sure that the area we were in was pretty picked over, but he knew where we could get water. Sure enough, there was a broken water main right where he said there was and we refilled our bottles straight from the fresh, clean aquifer.
It took us two days to get to this new foraging ground the boy in the zombie shirts was speaking of. I was terribly weak, but I could tell that what he was saying was true. Most everywhere else was pretty well picked clean, but this area looked really promising. There were no broken windows in the store fronts and I could actually see food on the shelves through the front of a few of the shops. My mouth was watering just at the sight of all of that unclaimed food. The problem was that the place was in the middle of the worst swarm I had ever seen. The boy had a plan, and after two days I trusted him. That was my biggest mistake.
When he told me to go, I went. He said that we had to run through an open area to an alley, and then we'd be able to go underground to the stores. It made no sense to me, but I was delirious with hunger. The kid in the zombie shirts took my hand and we ran. He let go of me, and sprinted across that open area like it was nothing. I fell behind so quickly, and the zombies encircled faster than I could retreat. I jumped in this old grey bus, and now they're outside beating on the windows and staring at me with dead, hungry eyes. I imagine my eyes are just as dead and hungry. Of course the kid would have no problem raiding the stores. The zombies were busy with me.
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