"Fucking Christ"
The truck sputtered and died on the side of the road.
"God damn Fucking 15 Mile per gallon Piece of shit!"
Cussing a blue streak would usually not happen if I ran out of gas. Unfortunately the truck died in the middle of a town where the shambling undead were quite abundant.
"Those fuckers aren't gonna get me here"
I open the door to the truck, a zombie was about ten feet away. From what I'd seen they were slow and awkward so I had plenty of time to kill it. Instead of drawing my pistol I unslung my machete and took a jump step before I swung. The thick blade cleaved the zombie's face in twain.... nearly. The brain had been split in two but last bit of skin and fat kept it's dome attached to the rest of it's skull. A macabre Pez dispenser.
A quick jog over to the gas station and I'd get some gas and peace out. Taking care not to get within reach of and Shufflers I reach the open sliding electric doors, Held open by a unrecognizable pile of gore and organs, and peer inside.
"Shit"
Three zombies were tearing into the cashier's remains while two more were standing over an overturned shoppingcart, the contents of which made me cringe.
"I think I'm gonna be sick. Fucking Christ"
A toddler was under the cart long dead more than likely of starvation. I hold the machete in my left hand and liberate my pistol from it's
holster and prepare myself mentally.
*shhhffff*
I spin around in place and face the noise
"Shit!"
The fat fucker snuck up on me but didn't reach at me but instead falls into the gore pile. The fucker went after the gore! Must not have been able to discern me from the organs, but it quickly learned which was fresher and took a snap at my leg.
"Fat fucker!"
This time it was a clean cut with the hairy skin covered bone spun off and landed open end up.
"Kinda looks like a bowl" I thought to myself.
My words must have alerted the zombies inside because the two one's over the cart made their way towards me. I fire two shots into these slow shits and entered the store. I sling my machete, grab a Jerry can, and go to exit the store but I hear a shriek and spin on my heels to face the three shufflers. They were flying towards me!
"What the fu!?"
*BLAM BLAM BLAM*
Three shots, two hit home and the last shaves an ear. The Last one sprung at me, I spin out of it's way and it bodyslams the floor. Before I can grab my machete it spins on the ground on all fours and lunges again. This time Instead of reaching for the machete I smack it with the jerry can already in my hand spinning it to the floor long enough for me to place a shot in the back of it's head.
"Gas"
I jog to the gas pump, cleaning myself a path and clearing some room so I could pump and not be attacked. This refuel was taking far too long, I heft the can and it feels heavy enough. This time I waste no time sprinting to the safety of my truck. I pour the can into my truck, constantly looking over my shoulder and around the truck for more fucking shufflers.
"Shufflers? I should really use another name for them"
Giving the fact that these three random zombies became Olympic sprinters whilst the other ones that weren't snacking still shuffled along. I'd think about it later, the can was empty and I needed to bug out quick before they made their way to my truck.
I open the door swing myself in, check my Bag to see if it was still in the back seat, close my door, turn the key and speed off.
"Wonder what's on the radio?"
I turned the car stereo on and look for working channels. Besides the Pop hit stations that are all pre recorded garbage nothing was working. Static. So I turn on the Emergency scanner that was A switch away from being tuned to the local police, firefighters, and ambulance stations respectively. The police scanner gave off a loop saying to stay indoors and board up your houses, the Ambulance dispatch was giving off static, but the firehouse base scanner had an operator asking if anyone was still on. I responded to him.
"This Pruit?"
"Who is this?" said the dispatcher.
"Pruit it's me Mason"
"Shit get over here now son. We got some undead bastards at the bay doors come in through the back."
"Can do Pruit see you in a bit"
Well now I knew where to go, just over the hill into G-town. Hadn't been home in Awhile, wonder who's all dead.
"Wow that's pretty cynical"
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