Blog Like Its the End of the World Day: Entry 7
The suns starting its way down, but its almost twilight by the look of the light. The Airport, the refineries, all the house fires and burning cars. They fill the air with smoke and soot that blocks the sun. I've dressed my wound and while its not life threatening, it's going to be annoying for a few weeks. Of course, I think in the coming weeks I'll have bigger issues than a twingy shoulder.
I'm driving now, on the back streets, avoiding the major roads. Sometimes, I'm really just driving through peoples back yards. I don't think they are much in a position to complain to me. Berkeley's almost entirely gone. Pacifists and idiots, they have such restrictive gun laws no one has any and the police, unlike the OPD, are not heavily armed nor do they have much in the way of a SWAT team. Sure, they have one, but when was the last hostage crisis or bank robbery in Berkeley you can remember?
That said, Berkeley has its uses. Later, when we need cars with good gas mileage, old faded jeans, text books or seed-stock for growing food, this will be the place to come. In the Zombie apocalypse, even hippies have a use.
I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm on San Pablo now, at the Army Navy Surplus store. Looks like its already been ransacked, but they were probably looking for weapons. I just want some survival gear, warm clothes people are probably ignoring. The people of the Bay Area don't understand that this place actually does get cold at night and soon the lights are going off.
I'm back now. I was right, it was ransacked, but I knew what I was looking for. I gathered a bunch of sleeping bags and backpacks, lots of those Mylar emergency blankets and 3 crates of MRE's. I like the Chicken Ala King, honestly. Not so hot on the Spaghetti and Meatballs. They taste like ass. Ass with ketchup.
The trucks almost full, but I have one more stop in Berkeley. I cut through a park, leaving tire tracks in the grass that would usually get that famed Berkeley SWAT team after me, but right now I think they are busy trying to contain their now Zombified Mental Health Intervention Unit. Crack unit that. Deployed when a Wingnut goes off, and given the amount of Wingnuts in Berkeley, I wager they are more elite than the SWAT. It's theorized that Berkeley will survive any earthquake without falling in to the sea, because it has a Wingnut on every corner.
I almost lost control of the truck. A group of kids. Well, no. Not kids. I need to remember that. Hostiles. Zombies. Threats. Not children. A group of hostiles dashed in front of the truck and I tried to avoid them. I tried to avoid running them down. I sideswiped a parked car, but didn't do much damage to the truck... the zombies smashed against the front of the truck and one leaped on the side. The Mossberg took care of... it.
I'll be at the Gunstore soon. Hopefully there are usable supplies left there. Most people don't know theres a gun store in Berkeley.
I'm driving now, on the back streets, avoiding the major roads. Sometimes, I'm really just driving through peoples back yards. I don't think they are much in a position to complain to me. Berkeley's almost entirely gone. Pacifists and idiots, they have such restrictive gun laws no one has any and the police, unlike the OPD, are not heavily armed nor do they have much in the way of a SWAT team. Sure, they have one, but when was the last hostage crisis or bank robbery in Berkeley you can remember?
That said, Berkeley has its uses. Later, when we need cars with good gas mileage, old faded jeans, text books or seed-stock for growing food, this will be the place to come. In the Zombie apocalypse, even hippies have a use.
I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm on San Pablo now, at the Army Navy Surplus store. Looks like its already been ransacked, but they were probably looking for weapons. I just want some survival gear, warm clothes people are probably ignoring. The people of the Bay Area don't understand that this place actually does get cold at night and soon the lights are going off.
I'm back now. I was right, it was ransacked, but I knew what I was looking for. I gathered a bunch of sleeping bags and backpacks, lots of those Mylar emergency blankets and 3 crates of MRE's. I like the Chicken Ala King, honestly. Not so hot on the Spaghetti and Meatballs. They taste like ass. Ass with ketchup.
The trucks almost full, but I have one more stop in Berkeley. I cut through a park, leaving tire tracks in the grass that would usually get that famed Berkeley SWAT team after me, but right now I think they are busy trying to contain their now Zombified Mental Health Intervention Unit. Crack unit that. Deployed when a Wingnut goes off, and given the amount of Wingnuts in Berkeley, I wager they are more elite than the SWAT. It's theorized that Berkeley will survive any earthquake without falling in to the sea, because it has a Wingnut on every corner.
I almost lost control of the truck. A group of kids. Well, no. Not kids. I need to remember that. Hostiles. Zombies. Threats. Not children. A group of hostiles dashed in front of the truck and I tried to avoid them. I tried to avoid running them down. I sideswiped a parked car, but didn't do much damage to the truck... the zombies smashed against the front of the truck and one leaped on the side. The Mossberg took care of... it.
I'll be at the Gunstore soon. Hopefully there are usable supplies left there. Most people don't know theres a gun store in Berkeley.