Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, alcohol, and drug use.
Zombie Road
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.
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