Finally Home (Part 1)
Oh thank you, I’m back home. It’s going to be a good year before I ever leave the apartment again.
Holy cow, drama happened.
So last I said I was going for a walk. Well, I kinda did, kinda didn’t.
I left before the sun was even up. I packed a freaking big knife in my hoodie pocket, just in case I needed it, and started in the direction that I had noticed the least amount of dead monkeys wandering. (I swear they are everywhere now.) So I managed to avoid quite a lot of them, it’s easy enough since they don’t see me as food, that if I see one, I can just kind of turn back and go another way.
So I start off towards where all the stores are down the street. Figure if anything, I can raid the Blockbuster there and grab some stuff to keep me busy for a while. At best, maybe there are a few places that still have stuff, even if it is broken or whatnot. I’ll take anything at this point. Walking it’s a couple hours, but I figure I have all day.
About half way there, I’m definitely realizing how much everything went down while I sat in my apartment. Wrecked cars, charred buildings. Bodies and undead everywhere. I just about considered turning back around but I just kept going. I needed to get out and it’s not like I was on the menu.
So I hit up this plaza and the lot has a lot of people walking around it. Probably something to do with the three hotels and two nearby apartment complexes, not including my own. So I wandered into the market, grabbed a shopping cart from one of the aisles and started pilfering what I could. The door to the meat locker was open so that was all rancid, but I pulled a ton of coffee, and a whole ton of other things (canned goods for the win) that I figured I’d give a shot to see if it stays down. Oh, and I wish I could hug the person that invented dehydrated creamer. It’s better than nothing.
So I wheeled the cart out and push it along the way to Blockbuster which is at the opposite end of the plaza. I go in, the place is trashed, discs and things all over the place. It kind of became a game of ‘recognize that disc’ than it was looking for anything specific. Filled up the rest of the cart with games and movies.
On the way back I stopped by this fantastic beer store, grabbed some of the best goods still left in there and then started home.
Now I’m about a quarter of the way home when I notice that there’s this dumb one following me. I walk for a bit, and he just keeps on shambling behind me. So I stop, and let him kind of catch up. This dude is really messed up. He’s missing half his face and he keeps groaning. I thought it was funny to groan back.
Should have kept. Walking. Next thing I know, this guy breaks into a full sprint and tackles me to the ground, and he’s wailing. I get him off when I realize there are a ton more on the way, so I book it the only direction I can think of, towards this nearby rock quarry. If anything, I can try to duck my way through there and then scoot home between the backs of buildings. So I’m booking it when I almost run full on into another group that freaks out and starts after me.
Damn it, now I think I know what it’s like to be a Living. I’ve never run so far, so fast, in all my life but I just kept going when I hear the mother of all sounds, a bull-horn!
“Over here!” I’m not asking so I just hang a Louie and next thing I know, I’m inside this warehouse, with the crazy Thinkers that I met earlier! They start lighting up the crowd of dead beats until the whole group of them are totally wasted.
Well damn, then these geniuses finally give me the low-down.
They’ve been trying to clear out the area to make it livable, and also, more appealing to living to try and hide out nearby. But mostly because they want to start over and try to clear out the dumb ones since all they do is wander around and just get in the way and make an awful smell as they decay.
Well apparently, even with only their ‘primitive’ reanimation, they still have a herd mentality and whenever they are able to identify a Thinker, they go after them! Not for food, just to tear them apart!
Oh yeah, you bet I lit into them about that one. If they’d just let the dumb ones alone, this wouldn’t have happened. Now we have the Living and the Undead out to waste us.
There’s more to the story and all that, but I’m beat, and I need to sleep in my own bed. I’ll post the real drama tomorrow.
Holy cow, drama happened.
So last I said I was going for a walk. Well, I kinda did, kinda didn’t.
I left before the sun was even up. I packed a freaking big knife in my hoodie pocket, just in case I needed it, and started in the direction that I had noticed the least amount of dead monkeys wandering. (I swear they are everywhere now.) So I managed to avoid quite a lot of them, it’s easy enough since they don’t see me as food, that if I see one, I can just kind of turn back and go another way.
So I start off towards where all the stores are down the street. Figure if anything, I can raid the Blockbuster there and grab some stuff to keep me busy for a while. At best, maybe there are a few places that still have stuff, even if it is broken or whatnot. I’ll take anything at this point. Walking it’s a couple hours, but I figure I have all day.
About half way there, I’m definitely realizing how much everything went down while I sat in my apartment. Wrecked cars, charred buildings. Bodies and undead everywhere. I just about considered turning back around but I just kept going. I needed to get out and it’s not like I was on the menu.
So I hit up this plaza and the lot has a lot of people walking around it. Probably something to do with the three hotels and two nearby apartment complexes, not including my own. So I wandered into the market, grabbed a shopping cart from one of the aisles and started pilfering what I could. The door to the meat locker was open so that was all rancid, but I pulled a ton of coffee, and a whole ton of other things (canned goods for the win) that I figured I’d give a shot to see if it stays down. Oh, and I wish I could hug the person that invented dehydrated creamer. It’s better than nothing.
So I wheeled the cart out and push it along the way to Blockbuster which is at the opposite end of the plaza. I go in, the place is trashed, discs and things all over the place. It kind of became a game of ‘recognize that disc’ than it was looking for anything specific. Filled up the rest of the cart with games and movies.
On the way back I stopped by this fantastic beer store, grabbed some of the best goods still left in there and then started home.
Now I’m about a quarter of the way home when I notice that there’s this dumb one following me. I walk for a bit, and he just keeps on shambling behind me. So I stop, and let him kind of catch up. This dude is really messed up. He’s missing half his face and he keeps groaning. I thought it was funny to groan back.
Should have kept. Walking. Next thing I know, this guy breaks into a full sprint and tackles me to the ground, and he’s wailing. I get him off when I realize there are a ton more on the way, so I book it the only direction I can think of, towards this nearby rock quarry. If anything, I can try to duck my way through there and then scoot home between the backs of buildings. So I’m booking it when I almost run full on into another group that freaks out and starts after me.
Damn it, now I think I know what it’s like to be a Living. I’ve never run so far, so fast, in all my life but I just kept going when I hear the mother of all sounds, a bull-horn!
“Over here!” I’m not asking so I just hang a Louie and next thing I know, I’m inside this warehouse, with the crazy Thinkers that I met earlier! They start lighting up the crowd of dead beats until the whole group of them are totally wasted.
Well damn, then these geniuses finally give me the low-down.
They’ve been trying to clear out the area to make it livable, and also, more appealing to living to try and hide out nearby. But mostly because they want to start over and try to clear out the dumb ones since all they do is wander around and just get in the way and make an awful smell as they decay.
Well apparently, even with only their ‘primitive’ reanimation, they still have a herd mentality and whenever they are able to identify a Thinker, they go after them! Not for food, just to tear them apart!
Oh yeah, you bet I lit into them about that one. If they’d just let the dumb ones alone, this wouldn’t have happened. Now we have the Living and the Undead out to waste us.
There’s more to the story and all that, but I’m beat, and I need to sleep in my own bed. I’ll post the real drama tomorrow.