ZOMBIE ROAD IC [M] bluemoon x Siks
Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, alcohol, and drug use.
Zombie Road
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Take me home
Music blared out of the speakers of a silver colored semi as it roared down the empty highways around Harper's Ferry, West Virginia. A the wheel a ginger dressed in a long gray shirt and armored leather vest. A top hat, long overcoat and birdmask hung off the back of his seat as the wind whipped through his short hair at 70 MPH. There was nothing like the freedom of the open road. Not since being a kid in the circus did he enjoy such a feeling. No worries, no bills, just you, the road, and a vague destination somewhere "out thata way!" It was pure bliss even with the looming threat of grisly death by zombie nipping at your mudflaps!
Luckily not even the Runner Zombies could reach 70 miles an hour or match over 2,000 horsepower of pure American badassery! With Annabelle, Grizzwald Night was invincible not even the marauders had the sand to take the mad birdman and his best girl on. They zipped around in broken down pick-ups and up armored rice rockets, fast and nimble sure, but mere flies to the awesomeness of Annabelle. Moving between the few fort towns along the old Appalachian trail doing escort jobs and smuggling deals Grizz never stayed too long in one place. The Deaders weren't too common up north, but West Virginia is about where they become a nuisance. But you can normally just mow them down with your vehicle as long as there weren't any Brutes or Bonies around. The Screamers were a pain too, but only because they're like mobile loudspeakers they catch your scent or spot you and every Zombie in a two mile radius will be on your ass before you even make it one mile. Grizzwald made sure to drop those noisy bastards first if he could. Next was always the Bonies, they had the speed of a Runner and sheer stupid durability of a Brute. Living skeletons that somehow kept on going after all their flesh and tendons had rotted off. Usually took some good old fashioned blunt force trauma to take them down, but you never wanted to get that close to them. But if you shot the legs out from under them you cut their speed and thus their threat level in half.
Everything after those two died in so many different flavors that it just depended on what Mr. Night felt like dealing with that day. Right now he was feeling good, Annabelle just got her fluids changed and brakes checked so all was well with his world at the moment. But his stomach started growling in the middle of his monthly supply run he had a few hours before the next town and the area looked kinda empty of deaders so he decided on an impromptu shopping trip. Following intuition and street signs he found a super market that hadn't been burned down. Pulling right to the door the stout man put his mask, hat and coat on before sliding out of the truck with his weapons slung about his body and ready. The magnum and tire axe hung at his belt and his trusty M-16 was in his hands at the low ready. Mag in, fire selector set to semi auto, and he was ready to go.
One thing he learned be it from the war or living through the zombie apocalypse is no matter how good you feel never go into a danger zone casually. Danger can pop up anywhere so you keep your head on a swivel. His filtered breath came out slow and steady as he moved with slightly bent knees into the darken store. Despite not being burned down it had still been looted so the front door was busted down and signs of gunfire could be seen all over the cracked tile floors. Grizz didn't see any bodies that could be both a good and a bad sign. But that was a worry for later he needed road fuel. The fresh stuff was either all gone or rotted away so his goal would be canned goods or other non perishables. Water, toilet paper, and medical supplies would also be nice to find, but he had a nice pile of those in his truck already. This was a grocery store so ammo and weapons wouldn't be in here for the taking...well maybe a knife or something if it had a camping section. But they would be low on his list for the moment. His ears strained for the slightest noise like shuffling feet or quiet growling, but everything was blissfully silent. He relaxed a little once he walked the full perimeter of the store and saw no clear and present danger. Moving with quicker slightly noisier steps with his gun still at the low ready. He could see the canned food section and it made him smile under his mask to see some cans still on the shelf ripe for the taking.
The road to Harpers Ferry
Three days...that was how long she had been walking and Dawn was ready to scream out her frustration. The cold was chapping her exposed skin and her feet hurt like the dickens. She was sure her blisters had blisters by now, her feet complaining with every frickin’ step. Three days broken down into a daily course of thirty miles equaled a measly ninety. Such a distance would have only taken two hours or less by car, but her old jalopy threw its last gasket and left her stranded on the lonely road. For that, at least, she was grateful. Nothing was worse than finding yourself in a horde when your mode of transportation bit the big one. Yep, she was not in the worst situation possible, but she was still gonna complain...albeit quietly.
A grumble was followed by a moan as Dawn took another step, her gaze fixed ahead on the hills in the distance. She would reach her destination in less than an hour. Enter in the quiet little town of Harpers Ferry, nestled into the eastern shore of West Virginia, essentially Bum Fuck Egypt. The only thing she hoped to find there was a quiet place to lay her head, because God knew she needed it. Being on the open road on foot was like playing Russian Roulette with your gun. One bad spin...and bam...game over.
The final three miles were torture, the dark-haired girl dragging her ass over the town line with a scowl plastered on her face. She was here...if only ‘here’ could be a four-star hotel with room service...that would be worth the pain in her feet. Sighing, she ran a gloved hand over her hair, smoothing down the unraveling plaits. At least there wasn’t a welcoming party, an event she often encountered in smaller towns. One had to embrace the positive, she reminded herself. Harpers Ferry was just too small to support a survivor’s outpost, lacked enough of value for marauders, and most likely had already been picked clean of the viable food source, making even the ghoulie population nearly absent. Her chances of a good night’s sleep were starting to look up.
With no real destination in mind, Dawn followed the main road into town, pausing briefly when she heard an unexpected sound not too far from her position. Music? Who in hell played music these days? It was akin to a dinner bell for the undead, and unless someone was trying to draw them in, it was a foolish move. Shrugging, she altered her course...why not join in the fun? Entertainment of any type was welcome at this point, she was bored beyond belief and watching someone else do the legwork and knock off the undead was better than nothing. And if by chance the person(s) lost the battle, there were always the spoils to pleifer...a win-win situation.
It was with that mindset that the young woman continued on her path. Her gait had slowed and she had the slightest limp, but she persevered as always. What other choice was there? Her only concern was for walkers, as they tended to be the most prevalent in these types of areas. She kept her eyes and ears open, feeling mildly annoyed when the call of the piper stopped. All that was forgotten however when she turned the corner and encountered a silver beast of such beauty she nearly fell to her knees to worship it. No matter the risk, this baby had to be hers. She glanced around quickly and moved closer to the truck, her hand caressing the hood. A smile came to her lips when she felt the warmth radiating out. Movement inside a store adjacent to the semi caught her attention then, but she dismissed the possible threat when she realized it was just an unusual birdman walking around searching the shelves. She nearly giggled, then stopped herself by slapping a hand across her mouth. His loss would be her gain.
“Thanks for the ride birdie,” she mouthed as she sneaked around the vehicle and opened the driver’s door, crawling inside. She locked it behind her, then searched for the keys, a muffled curse slipping from her lips when she realized she would have to hot wire it. Such a shame. Her tools came out and she carefully...and quietly...unscrewed the panel to expose the wires. Stripping them was the easy part, her smaller frame fitting comfortably in the space beneath the steering wheel. In no time she had the engine running, its purr the sweetest sound she had heard in some time.