Georgetown
Man this place brings back memories, mostly uneasy thoughts now.
Georgetown had been my childhood home. My Nirvana that would stay forever in it's tranquility. Mr. Dale would always be fixing his mower and handing out Christian pamphlets with Halloween candy. The town hall would clamor every Wednesday with arguments about lawns and garbage. And those Kelly kids would be chopping wood or playing basketball at the elementary school.
Except that's not how it is anymore. The Kelly's all grew up and Mr. Dale had passed from a Heart condition long ago.
This was no longer my childhood haven. No. It had lost it's splendor and yes the zombies had found it.
Driving into town I could see the buildings, boarded up or burnt down, all abandoned now for the 100 yard sprint to the Fire department. It was evident that there were people to be found in the firehouse, there were zombies pounding against the bay doors and a few staggering around the old general store. The first pass confirmed my original thoughts, the kind old neighbors I had once greeted daily had now become insatiable bloody creatures.
"Pruit you there man?"
"What? yeah Ryan we're here. how is it out there?"
"Man this is some shit, it's at least 10 people thick at the bay doors. Anyone missing you think are still around?"
"Well Sheila's boarded up the general store and the Coyes are holding their own from what I hear."
"Alright man I'm gonna swing through and make some pick ups then"
With that I swung the truck around and hit the accelerator all the way back into the center of town.
"FUCKING DIE!!!"
Maxing the truck to 110Mph turned it into a viable battering ram. The rotting corpses stood no chance, the more decayed the easier they tore in half. None of the undead I hit rolled over the hood, no Hollywood here, they simply splattered and bashed their brains off my hood.
"Good fuckin' chunk" I muttered to myself.
I swing my severely trashed truck into the gas station's bay, running over yet more of these dead shits. Wasting no time I unholster my .45 grab my machete and open the door. Instantly a zombie clamors towards me with outstretched arms. The Bastard almost clawed my face off! I kick into his lead leg, snapping his knee, causing him to fall into the open door frame of the truck.
*CRUNCH*
His head smashed into paste when I slammed the door on it two or three times. Turning around I bring my machete up prepared for another mindless corpse, there was none.
I take the few steps from the truck to the door and knock where a window pane used to be. It had since then been replaced with plywood that was obviously reinforced on the other side.
"Got damn cocksuckers get out of here!" Shouted a rather ornery old woman.
"Sheila I'm not a zombie"
"I know you're one of the other cocksuckers looking for gas!" She replied quite angrily
"Sheila it's Ryan I need in quick come on they're starting to get closer!"
I noticed many of the zombies had started up the road from the firehouse and some crossed the street from the Inn. I took three down with a few shots at about ten paces.
"Sheila!"
This wasn't going to be an easy one. There were too many zombies and I had too few rounds in my pistol. Suddenly I notice some cables leading to the front of the store and before I can put it together I hear a click.
It was like someone fired a thousand cannons into the coming crowd of zombies. When in actuality it had been about eighteen full propane tanks being electrically detonated from inside.
"Don't just stand there with your thumb up your ass GET IN"
I hadn't realized Sheila opened the door for me, further still it had yet to dawn on me she was the one who set of the improvised explosive. I hurriedly stepped into the store and stood in front of the counter.
"Well Ryan how are you doing?"
I was baffled by this question.
"Um I guess pretty well, how about yourself" I replied kind of confused with the question
"Well I'm just dandy, all these shit heads trying to get in here but I've got 'em kept out. What brings you over to here"
I assumed she meant the store seeing as how she had to have seen me drive through town already.
"Actually I came to get you and any supplies over to the firehouse"
"I'll be fine" Sheila replied quite matter of factly
"So you are just going to stay in the store and wait it out?"
"Actually yes that is my plan, I have a generator running so all the milk, meat, and fresh stuff will stay that way for awhile. My only problem now is defense seeing as I blew all my tanks to save your ass"
"Yeah thanks about that by the way" I said kind of embarrassed I needed help
"Look if you can give me a good gun I can be willing to trade for some supplies, All the canned food in the world isn't much help if those dead bastards are gnawing on you."
Infinite wisdom, you could expect that from Sheila. Well that and more cuss words than a sailor could shake a stick at.
"Alright Sheila I'll get you something but before I go do you have anything to drink?"
"Yes I still have three cans left, in the back where they usually are"
"Sweet! Thanks Sheila"
I'd be damned if Sheila didn't always have a few Arnold Palmers somewhere in the store at all times.
After I grabbed the last cans of AP I step back to my truck and realized the zombie was still slumped in the frame of the door. I brushed him off checked the inside of the truck and hopped in, closing the door so nothing else could get in.
"Well let's check up on old friends"
With that I turned the key to the truck she sputtered to life and I was on my way to the other side of town.
"Wonder how Brando is fairing"
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