Eagle to Home

[Boy Scout Survivor]

This is my first attempt at writing a PAW story so be easy on me. I am going to start this story off with the character having the same resources that I would have if a zombie outbreak actually happened tomorrow. Give me some feed back. I will be trying to update frequently.

It was crunch time for me at the college I was attending. It was two weeks from end of my first school year at Platteville. It was crunch time because every damn professor I had decided to assign a huge paper or project that was due before the week’s end. Then to top it off there was the final for each class that could either make or break my grades. I was half way through a ten page paper for an ethnic’s class that was kicking my butt. “Crap I hate college, I need a break” I muttered to myself. Minimizing my paper I pulled up the internet and started to go through my favorite survival sites. Upon pulling up the first site the first thread I read titled new virus outbreak in Africa. Great another problem for me to worry dying from, as if nuclear war, Mother Nature, and economical collapse wasn’t enough” I cursed to myself. Upon reading this I did a mental list of my preps that I had, only to realize that almost all my preps that I was listing off were at my house over 4 hours away from college. Damn college and their stupid rules and limited space in the dorms.

My roommate Colin busted in the room coming back from class and said “Nate man what’s happening with you?”

“Well not much Colin other than I got writers block on my paper that’s due in a week and there is a new virus in Africa” was my reply.

“Dude you need to relax man and quit worrying about that pointless crap” retorted Colin. “Hey I got the perfect thing to make you relax and forget your problems” he said as he pulled out a joint.

“Dude gets that shit out here” I hissed at Collin. “I thought I told you to never bring that crap back in here again.” Man I hate my roommate a complete douche bag and idiot”. “I wish my old roommate Matt was still attending Platteville he was a good old country boy that liked hunting and knew how to use a rifle beyond Call of Duty video games” I thought to myself.

Colin left about ten minutes later and I could finally get back to my thoughts about how my preps where set up at home and college. Pulling up a spread sheet of my preps that was last updated a month ago all I could do was curse the lack of gear and food. If I was at home I would be ok for almost a month which was impressive considering I am only 19 years old and my parents let me prep but didn’t contribute anything. The situation was even worse at college. I only had my BOB which had at least four days worth of food and maybe a week if I stretched it. “Damn I hope the SHTF doesn’t happen until after this summer so I can earn some money for some more preps.” Screw it I can’t do anything about it tonight was the last thought on my mind before I collapsed onto my loft.

BEEP BEEP BEEP was the first sound I heard the next morning. Waking up suddenly and trying to shut off my alarm I slammed my head into the ceiling for the hundredth time this year. “F***, stupid ceiling next year I am NOT getting a loft” I cursed aloud.

It was the same old same old Tuesday for me except I couldn’t get the idea of the virus in Africa out of my head. I eventual gave up going to class that day after the third time my professor told me to pay attention to his lecture on 900BC Chinese empire. A real useful fact l that I would need to know after I get my major in Construction Management. NOT. After staring at my computer screen for a few more hours and writing on a piece of scratch paper of holes in my preps I came to a conclusion. I am screwed if SHTF this moment.

Being a person that likes to solve a problem and not just ignore it I started to come up with a plan. I had a little over 150 dollars left in my checking account and my wallet. I decided I would cash it all out and spend 120 of it on the most needed preps and keep the remaining 38 dollars in my wallet. I started up my car and smiled thinking yup I am a prepper I got a full tank of gas and it never goes under a half a tank.

At Wal-Mart I went to the sporting goods isle and then the food part for my preps. I picked up two cases of water, 50 cans of food, and a bunch of nonperishable foods. Then I went over to the small sporting goods isle of Wal-Mart and picked up a tarp, a handful of Mountain House meals, and a few other items. As I was about to leave the isle and check out I stop as something caught my eye. A 20 dollar machete that was half off and on impulse I grabbed it and then decided I could use another brick of .22lr ammo for my 10/22 Ruger back at home. “Screw college rules, what they don’t know won’t hurt them” I thought.
After I had hid all the items I had bought in the trunk of my car I went back to my dorm and finally got the annoying little voice in my head to calm down enough for me to finish my paper.

Life went back to normal or at least normal for me in college for another 5 days. Taking another break I was flipping through the channels on the TV and stopped on the news channel CNN. (I hate CNN just as much as the next guy but it does have world news). The news anchor calmly stated “in other news the virus outbreak in Africa has spread at a high rate and is now being first spotted in all parts of Africa, Beijing, London, and in Chicago, and New York”.
The way she said it was as if reporting the weather and not a virus that had already killed thousands. Being worried about possibility of the virus spreading to where the campus was located I packed half of my clothes and other items in my dorm into my car.

Fast forward another day and the news channel reported massive riots in New York, Chicago, Washington DC, Madison and Los Angles. The reporter claimed it was because of the 10% gas price increase over the last week, increase in food prices, and the economy as a whole. Then the news caster switched to an on the scene video and showed a handful of cops being overrun by over a hundred rioters. I started at the TV and couldn’t believe it. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. That didn’t look like a normal riot the rioters where moving slowly and there were none of them yelling at the cops. It almost appeared to be as if they were zombies.
Nervously laughing to myself I put it off from staying up to late the previous night from studying and my brain playing tricks on myself. I decided to just go to sleep early that night. Even though I put it off to my brain playing tricks on me I doubled check to be sure the door was locked and I took my pocket knife and set it up on the shelf next to me where I sleep.

I was woken up around one in the morning when my roommate stumbled into our room. He looked like crap he was pale and his shirt was bloody. He half way ran slash fell next to the garbage can and threw up everywhere but inside the garbage can. Colin groaned “dude I don’t feel too good.” “I was out partying and some asshole came up to me and bit me on my shoulder”.

“Dude what the hell is wrong with you?” I yelled at Colin. “You just puked all over my XBOX and my books.” “You better clean that up because I am not doing it.” With that I fell back to the sleep with the smell of vomit burning my nose hairs.

I was woken up two hours later with something grabbing onto my leg. I kicked out and yelled “damn it Colin knock it off, I am trying to sleep, some of us got class at eight in the morning.” Colin wouldn’t stop though. I kicked multiple times and connected pretty well to his head once but he kept doing it. Finally getting my eyes open enough to actually saw I wish I was still dreaming and not awake.

Colin stood in front of me covered in blood and vomit. His one eye still in his head had it pupil enlarged so much that his eyes where completely black. He was foaming at the mouth and made biting movements as if trying to eat the air until he could get a hold of my leg. I yanked back my leg and shouted “dude this instant funny.” I threw my brick of an alarm clock at his head and it seemed to knock him out. I jumped out of my loft while I grabbed my phone and knife. I started to through on some pants and when I was about to get my shirt on I was shoved to the floor. Apparently I only stunned him with the alarm clock and now I was trying to keep him from taking a bite out of my jugular. It took all my strength to roll Colin off of me and he is only a skinny kid. I then took my knife and flicked out the blade with my thumb and stabbed Colin repeatedly with the first jab through his right eye socket which was missing the eye.

I looked at what I had done and “whispered to myself dear God what have I done.” I tried to call 911 but I only got the computer voice saying all lines are busy please try again. I looked outside to see close to a dozen people that looked just liked how Colin did and a few of them were chasing people that were still alive. It was a panic outside a cop was trying to beat down one of the infected people with a night club before falling down and getting bite by a handful of infected college students. A truck had crashed into a light post and there was smoke in the distance.

I was stunned. I just sat down on my futon with my hands supporting on my head and just thought “what am I going to do”. I stayed shell shock for close to half an hour before I snapped out of it and decided that I needed to do something. I checked my phone and it said it was four in the morning. “OK I have two hours before I can leave my dorm, I don’t want to be running around in the dark with zombies” I said out loud to myself trying to calm myself down. I took this time to finish packing up anything that was useful in my room that I could use in a zombie apocalypse world that I had woken up to.

I had grabbed all the snack food, soda, bottle water, clothes, my laptop and even a 6 pack of beer in the dorm (screw college’s rules about alcohol). I had it all in my backpack and duffle bag ready to go. I had dressed with the idea to be armored against the zombie bites. I had on a pair of Caterpillar steel toe boots; Charhart insulated pants, hoddie, a camouflage US army coat, and a pair of leather gloves. I was slightly hot in all of this clothing but Wisconsin was having a cold spring even though it was already the end of April. I through on my pack and grabbed the 16oz hammer that I was using as my main defense weapon until I could get something better from my car. I gave one final look around my dorm room and at Colin’s now dead body covered with a sheet and left.

I ran down the floor flights of stairs before meeting my first zombie. I was already sweating and panting when I saw it but I nearly pissed myself when it lunged at me. I raised my hammer and swung with all my might downwards onto its skull. It caved and the zombie dropped. I had a bit of a problem trying to get it back out though. I ran the 100 yards from the building to my car. Luckily the outbreak of zombies was minor on the campus and I was able to dodge the three other zombies I saw. I through my crap in my car and started her up and drove like a mad man out of the parking lot.

I was driving for a few minutes when the next song on my CD started playing and for some reason I started laughing uncontrollably. My stereo was playing Iron Maiden Run to the Hills. Such an ironic coincidence that it was playing at the exact moment I was actually running to the hills of my grandpas farm. While I was laughing I did not notice that someone ran in front of the path I was driving. I hit the person and swore “SHIT.” I was worried until I realized it was another zombie. “This zombie apocalypse life style is going to take some getting used to.”

Now I decided that I had to stop at my grandpa’s farm first before I headed home even though it was out of my way. I had some very important items that I had left in his basement. Now some people would ask what in the hell is so important that you would go out of your way, put yourself in danger to get? Well it is a collection of items. I had picked up a rifle on my way back from Easter break and stored it at my grandpas because of the college’s rules of no guns. It took me 40 minutes to get to my grandpas which is slightly slower than normal due to a couple of accidents and a few zombies on the road. I pulled up to my grandpa’s house and was met with a skinny man with thinning hair with a Remington pump shotgun pointed at my head. I smiled and said “is that any way to great your grandson?”

“Damn Nate I didn’t know it was you; sorry about that.”

“No problem grandpa I just need to pick up my gear and I will be out of your hair.” Also could you point that shotgun somewhere other than at me.”

“Yeah sure Nate let’s get into the house.” “There haven’t been any zombies out here yet but I sure don’t want to be out here to welcome them to the neighborhood when they do show up” my grandpa joked.

Yeah I already had enough problems with the biting freaking on campus I don’t need to say hello to another one anytime soon. I opend a closet and pulled out a packpack, an ammo can and a rifle case. Inside the backpack was my gear from deer hunting that I never bothered to take back home. I dumped out the pack and made sure everything was there. Out slide a hatchet, a Buck hunting knife, an MRE, hand warmers, my rifle cleaning kit, and half a box of 30-06 shells. I then opened up the gun case and pulled out my latest addition to my small gun collection a Mosin Nagant 1891/30. I unlocked the gun lock and loaded it up with 5 bullets while also dumping another 80 bullets into the 4 pouches I had for the gun.

My grandpa asked “there is no talking you out of going back home and not staying here is there?” “We sure could use you and your gun here when things get messy.”

“Well to put it simply no there is not”. “I have to make sure my parents are safe and decide what to do after that. “We might hunker down at home or come back here and help you defend the farm. I personally like the last option but who knows”. “You where in the army reserved grandpa you should be able to handle a few rotten zombies” I joked trying to lighten the mood.

“Well you be careful out there and don’t do anything stupid” was as much of a good by my grandpa was going to give me.
I just nodded my head and said "don't worry grandpa I am a good shot, I got enough gas, food and water for the trip and if a Eagle Scout can't make it through this mess then there is going to be a lot of screwed people besides me". I then backed up my car and drove off to get the rest of my family. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy if the 30 mile trip from my college to my grandpa’s farm was any indicator. That was only a 30 mile trip and I had over 300 miles to go in normal conditions. I just grimaced and said “well let’s get the show on the road” and I hit the play button on my cd player and I started rocking out to some Metallica to get me pumped up for the long journey ahead of me.

[FIDO]

Seems a little bit rushed, but an okay read.
Post some moar please?

[Boy Scout Survivor]

OK here is the next part of the story. I put more detail into it than the first part of the story. I figure you didn't need a 10 page introduction. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.

Banging my head to Metallica I ended up not paying as much attention to my surrounding that I probably should of. I say this because just ten minutes from leaving my grandpas farm I drove straight into a roadblock and didn’t realize until I slammed on the brakes of my car and stop inches from a semi trailer that was once used to haul grain. Thinking at first that it was just another accident but I realized a second later that I wasn’t that lucky.

A bald head man around the age of 25 popped up on top of the truck and had a rifle pointed at me. From the looks of it was 30-30 lever action. He shouted to me “This is our territory and you are trespassing and you must now pay the toll.” His two buddies flanked my car on each side with each hold a shotgun and racking a new shell into the chamber.

“Yeah what he said” the shotgun man on my left shouted.

Cursing myself for falling into this kind of situation I knew I was outgun and my old Mosin wasn’t going to give me much of a chance of surviving this fight. I shouted back “sorry I didn’t know that this part of the highway was yours.” “What do I owe you to get through?”

“I am a reasonable person all we want is your car, food, guns, and supplies” came the response from the leader on the trailer.

“How do you figure that is reasonable?” I was sure as hell not going to give up my gun and car. I would not make 10 miles without something to protect myself.

“Well I am letting you live and we will give you a day’s worth of food and water” snickered the leader.

At that moment I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to make it out of that situation alive if I went with their demands whether I died from them shooting me, starvation, or a zombie biting me. Thinking in my head f*** it if I am going done they are going to have to work for it. I threw my car into reverse and slammed the gas pedal to the floor and tried to lower my head as much as possible. I realize d that it is a lot harder doing this than the movies make it look. I couldn’t see anything and I had bullets and buck shot peppering my car. I accidently clipped the guy holding a shotgun on my right when I took off. I say accidently because I didn’t plan on it but I sure as hell did not feel sorry for him. I thought I was home free until I was turning around in a drive way 200 yards away from the roadblock when the guy with the rifle shot my back right tire. So now I am driving away on a rim with buckshot holes in my car and through half my gear.

I stopped about four miles later down a side road and jumped out of my car after looking for enemies let it be zombies or humans. Not seeing any I surveyed the damage to my car and gear. I had two holes in my hood of my car from the rifle which seemed to miss the important parts of the car since it still runs, but my car knowledge is limited. From the back driver side door to the trunk was covered in holes from the buckshot. I wasn’t too worried about since I didn’t hit anything vital to the car running. As long as I could replace the flat tire I would be fine. The buckshot ripped holes in my duffle bag of clothes leaving me with only a handful of undamaged clothes. What really pissed me off was that the second shot that hit my trunk and it ripped 4 nice holes through my cold weather sleeping bag and my ALICE pack that I used as a BOB. I pulled out all the stuff from my trunk to get to my spare tire only to realize that it too had been hit by the buckshot.

Now I was really pissed I was going to be nice and let it slide that these assholes tried to kill and rob me, but now I was stuck miles from home or any kind of safety. I drove my car off the rode into a small section of wood s to protect my gear from scavengers. I grabbed my LBE, hunting backpack, and my Mosin Nagant and started walking back to the roadblock.

The Mosin might not be good when at close distances but I was confident that I could out shoot a guy with a 30-30 and two more people with shotguns. Or at least that is what I thought when I was walking back. As I got closer and closer to the roadblock I started having more and more doubts about my plan. I still somehow I was able to get within 300 yards of the road block by crawling on my belly through the weeds and thicket by the road. Thinking that I need a plan what do all those stories I read about PAW do before attacking? Then it came to me “they scout out the location to see the number of guards and other supplies.” Feeling pretty smug I laid there for an hour only to see the same three idiots getting pissed drunk. I figured this was good for me since if they were drunk they couldn’t aim then. I raised up my rifle and took aim at the guy holding the 30-30 because that in my mind was the only threat to me at this range.

Well what do you know I am not a sniper. I missed the guy by a good foot and lost the advantage of surprise. Now the three guys manning the road block are taking pot shots at me but they don’t know for sure my exact location so I was still doing ok. I compensated from my last shot and squeezed the trigger again. BOOM! Man I need to wear ear plugs when fighting. I nearly went death from the blast. This time I hit my target of the guy with the 30-30 in the chest. I know was feeling pretty damn good knowing no shotgun was going to be able to reach me from there. I guess the guys with the shotgun knew this to because they took cover in a ditch and were not coming out.

I figure ok we can play the waiting game. I got myself in a comfortable position and waited. It was like playing peek-a-boo except with a rifle. Every ten minutes or so, one of the guys would pop his head up or I would see a body part that I would take a shot at. This went on for over an hour and each time I shot I missed and all you could see was a bit of dirt fly up close to them. I finally realized this was wasting ammo and I needed to move to get a better shot.

I belly crawled to a pint that I was in the same ditch that they were hiding in but only difference was I was 200 yards from their location. I raised my rifle again and squeezed the trigger and this time unlike the last 10 shots I hit my target. I ejected the shell and slammed the bolt back into place. I took aim at the last surviving guy that was now running away and got him right in the back just a few inches right of his spinal cord.

Feeling sick to my stomach that I had to kill living people but yet I was happy that I got through the gun fight without any major injuries except for a few scratches from crawling through the brush. I walked through the ditch to where the first shot gunner fell. I searched his body and pack and was a bit disappointed what I found on him. He had the Remington 870 shotgun but he only had 5 shells left for it and a pocket knife. I walked another 50 feet to the next guy was surprised to see that he was still alive but wouldn’t be for much longer. He could barely speak “please help me.”

“I can’t do anything for you, but I can end your suffering and prevent you from becoming a zombie.”

“Please don’t let them get me” he begged.

I step back and put a bullet between his eyes and then grabbed his shotgun and the dozen shells that he had on him. I sighed “Shit life sure does know how screw up your plans.” I couldn’t even consider the idea of killing zombies or other humans a week ago. I walked over to the last skin head and picked up his Marlin 30-30. Finally I was happy with what I found. On the last guy he had four full boxes of 30-30 ammo and a pocketful of additional rounds of ammo. I walked behind the semi trailer that was once used for the roadblock. Behind the trailer was an old Chevy pickup with what looked like someone took spray paint on a rainy day and gave it a camouflage paint job. Well I don’t care what the truck looks like as long as it runs. Then I heard a moaning sound. I whipped my head around and swore. I was so focused on salvaging equipment I had forgotten to look out of zombies.

Three zombies were slowly staggering towards me. One of them had a broken ankle so it was struggling to get to me. The other two zombies were slightly rotten but appeared to be only a couple days at the oldest. The funny thing was that the two zombies where dressed only in a shirt and the other one had a bathrobe on. I only had the 30-30 I had found within in range so I raised it up and took aim at the zombie wearing the bathrobe and pulled the trigger. One zombie dead and two more to go. I racked the lever and fired again but only to miss the second zombie. “Shit” the two remaining zombies were 30 feet and closing. With my heart racing I fired once more dropping the second zombie and turn and ran. I climbed up the ladder on the semitrailer to be temporarily out of reach of the remaining zombie. I reached the top and caught my breath and then pointed my gun down and shot the zombie in the top of its skull. Finally I was able to gather up the rest of the gear remaining around the roadblock and put it in my new to me truck.

I drove my truck back to my car keeping my eyes peeled because I learn from my mistakes in life. In this new world making a mistake could cost you your life. I jumped out of the truck and transferred my gear that wasn’t damaged into the truck. I through my BOB in the passenger seat of the truck so I could bail quickly. I put the Mosin, 30-30, and one of the shotguns in the gun rack in the back window. I decided that the shotgun was short enough to be used effectively from the truck even though I had next to no ammo for it.

I pulled out my MRE and decided it was a good time for lunch. I wans't even slightly hungry but I knew I had to eat to keep my strength up. Running from zombies takes a lot more energy than walking to class back when things where normal. I also pulled out the road Atlas trying to figure out where the hell was I at the moment. Since I never had a MRE before I grimaced expecting toxic crap but was greeted with the bland taste of cardboard. Shrugging “no worse than the crap they served at my old high school.” Over a meal of cardboard flavor food and water from my canteen I planned my next move.

[Boy Scout Survivor]

Looking up at the sky I figured I had at best 7 hours of sunlight left and I would need a couple of hours to find shelter and fortify it for the night because after this encounter today I figure it would take me a lot longer than the five days I had originally figured on. Still in deep thought a beeping sound went off from the bed of my pickup. With my nerves shot I swung my shotgun gun around expecting someone to be attacking or a zombie about to pounce on me. Realizing nothing was there I went to investigate the sound. Feeling a bit embarrassed was an understatement when I realized it was just my phone going off. I picked it up and flipped it open. “Hello?”

“Dude Nate have you seen the news there are zombies in Wisconsin?”

“Rob who’s phone are you calling me on?” “Also I know that there are zombies in Wisconsin.” “I have only been running from them and killing a few of them for the last 12 hours.”
“Nate you mean that this isn’t some crazy hoax?” Rob asked hoping I would tell him it was all a bad joke.

“Sorry Rob no joke this is the real deal.” I take it that since you are asking me this you haven’t seen any zombies yet.” This means you are going to have a few hours maybe a day at most to prepare for them.” “I want you to go to my bedroom and pull out my gun case.” “The combination is 246 on both locks.” “I want you to load up both the 30-06 and my Ruger 10/22 and all the magazines for the 22.” “The ammo is in the two ammo cans on the shelf and the magazines are in a bag a shelf below the ammo.” “Then I want you to board up all the windows in the house and keep the doors locked with everyone inside the house.” “Can you do that for me and keep the place safe until I get back” I asked. “You are pretty much on your own until I get back because you know mom and dad are next to worthless with a gun.” “Best of luck to you bro.”

“Yeah, Nate I got this covered, but how long until you get back?”

“Well I was hoping tonight when I left grandpas but if I am lucky 5-7 days I will be home” was my reply.

"Alright man I got this covered and be careful."

“Yeah same to you Rob, bye.” I hung up my phone and now had the determination back that I need to get home. At least I know my family is still OK at t the moment, so the trip isn’t in vain just yet. I threw the phone in the phone into the cup holder, laid my shotgun next to me for quick access and slammed the door shut. With a last check that I had everything I started up my engine again I was on the road getting closer to home.

The one bad thing about the truck I had acquired was that it sucked for gas mileage. I barley went 20 miles and I already dropped a notch on the gauge. I knew I had to find another gas station or scavenge some fuel from a car that was abandoned along the side of the road. After the encounter with the raiders on the roadblock I decided that I would not steal from the living that did not threatened me with my life. I decided it was not stealing if the items were abandoned or if the owners where now zombies. I spotted old station wagon wrapped around an electric pole and thought it might have some gas in it. Unfortunately there were five zombies around the car. I decided I would try to smash a few zombies with the brush guard on the front of the truck before getting out and kill the rest with the shotgun. I sped up a little doing a whole 38 mph and hit two of the zombies that where on the road. I then jumped out with my shotgun and killed the one zombie that was still moving that I had hit with the truck. The other three zombies were now heading towards me thinking I was there next meal. Well I had other plans because this was one meal I didn’t want to be a part of. I racked the gun again and shot the next three zombies. It only took me 4 shells to kill 4 zombies. “Not bad” I said aloud to no one. Living in a PAW is very lonely and I could see myself going crazy if I did not find someone to group up with. I was happy that I was getting better with my accuracy because all my ammo was still at home and it was going to do me no good out here. I needed to make every shot count.

I did a final look around for more threats but I saw nothing that put me in immediate danger. I pulled out my siphon hose and a 2 gallon gas can and started taking the process of getting gas out of the wagon. Wouldn’t you know it I ended up swallowing down a crap load of gas. Coughing and spitting out the taste of gas of my mouth I threw the hose into the can and took a drink of water from my canteen. Ten minutes later I had a mere 1.5 gallons of gas from the wagon. I was a bit disappointed. I put myself in danger and use four 12 gauge shells and I don’t even get two gallons of gas for my trouble! Sometimes I think the universe is trying to screw me. I poured the little gas I got into my tank and started up my truck and was just about to leave when I saw a flash of movement in my rear view mirror.

[SteveD]

Good start..waiting for the next chapter

[Boy Scout Survivor]

I looked again in the mirror to identify the amount of threat the movement could be to me. All I saw was one zombie covered in blood that was once a teenage boy. Deciding that I did not want to waste the ammo and the time to take care of one zombie. I started to take off only to slam on the breaks after I was shocked by what the zombie did.

“Please don’t leave me here” begged what I assumed to be a zombie. “I am not infected” he promised.

I slammed on my brakes to think a second about what just happened. “Zombies don’t talk” I thought. After a few seconds of contemplating what I should do; I jumped out of my truck but of course I was armed with my shotgun. I was curious about what I saw but I wasn’t stupid. I walked out and stoped 50 feet away from him and asked “were you bit by a zombie?”
“No I promise you I wasn’t bit” he promised. “The blood is from the car accident he said as he pointed to the wreck station wagon.” “We were running from some zombies and my father got distracted and hit the pole. I ran from the car and climbed up a tree to escape the zombies.” “My father, sister, and mother all got infected or were killed from the crash” he explained.

“Well look as much as I would like to trust you I need you to take your clothes off to make sure you are not bit if you want me to help you.” “I was always told to trust but verify all facts someone told me.”

He shrugged and simply pulled off his shirt and his pants. “You satisfied” he asked as he turned around to show he was telling the truth and was not bitten.

Yeah I am satisfied I told him as I tossed him some of my now holey clothes. Wear these I don’t want to be wearing bloody clothes in my truck.” I also grabbed my first aid kit and began to patch up the cut on his arms, and the nasty cut on his forehead. As we jumped in the truck I offered my hand to him and said “my names Nate I am heading up towards Green Bay.”

My newly picked up passenger grabbed my hand, shook it and said “names Dean and anywhere away from those zombies is fine with me.” “I appreciate the help Nate if I can do anything to help you out just let me know.”

Dean looked to be about 15-16 years old and I doubt he would be much help but I figured what the hell got nothing to lose. So what skills do you got that can help me” I asked? “Can you cook, drive, shoot, work with tools, or anything useful?”

“Well I use to hunt with a 30-30 just like the one you have behind us and I was a pretty good shot.” “I also know how to fix most engines but that was mainly farm tractors, I can weld, and I can drive so we can switch off” dean replied obvious feeling he could pull his own weight.

Well if you can do what you say I got no problem sharing my supplies with you. If you are actually a good shot with the 30-30 you can have it. If we are lucky we won’t have to have you use the rifle but from the looks of it we are going to be shooting a lot in the future. Do try not to waste any ammo though. I can’t get more until we get back to my house.

Dean nodded his head and agreed with me by saying “got it shoot if guarantee a hit and waste no ammo or other supplies.”

“Good I am glad you understand.” I turned on my radio and tuned in a radio station to find out what was going on. It took a while and it seemed that about a quarter of the usual radio stations were off the air. I wasn’t sure if that meant they were evacuated, the power was out, or if the zombies had gotten them. I finally got a radio station that wasn’t playing music and actually had some news.

“This is KGX and we are now bringing you the news of our now zombie apocalypse world” joked the DJ. “In recent updates we have been told that the infection has spread to 32 states in the United States and almost all foreign countries have been over run or have signs of the infection. “ “It appears that Alaska, Hawaii, Rhode Island, and Nebraska are just a few states that are not infected yet.” “State governments are now working with the army to put a stop to the zombies. “ “The government has been setting up safe zones in all states and are making preparations to push the zombies back.” “Now if you ask me the chances of this actually working are about 50/50.” “Remember to shoot the zombies in the head if you see one and stay inside if possible. Some safe zones in WI are as follows…”

I switched off the radio and only to have Dean complain “why did you turn it off we could go to a safe zone and be protected by the US army.” “We could be safe.”

I sighed and said “listen kid you probably think you would be safe there and you might but I highly doubt it.” “They will be overcrowded, lack of supplies, and probably a lot of zombies attracted to the camp.” “Now I am heading to my home to get my parents.” “If you want to go to a safe zone you can get out and go on your own but I sure as hell am not going.”

Dean was left speechless for a few moments but finally was able to say something “well if you think it would be best to avoid the camps then I will stick with you.”

“Well the kid had half a brain at least” I thought as I slowed down and pulled into the parking lot of looted country hardware. “Listen up we need some more ammo, food, and other supplies” I told him. “I need you to cover my back and I will cover yours.” “Keep your eyes open and take this flashlight.”

Dean just nodded and we both jumped out of the truck me with my shotgun and Dean with the 30-30. We slowly walked inside the store with guns drawn and the flashlights on. I headed over to the sporting isle with Dean tailing me. I grabbed a shopping basket and started throwing all the boxes of ammo in to the basket. I saw that all the guns were missing from the rack but I did happen to spot an old 6 shot revolver in the glass case. I used the butt of my shotgun to break the glass and grabbed the gun. Unfortunately the sound of the glass breaking attracted a few zombies. I leveled the 870 and shot the store clerk and then transferred to the next zombie and pulled the trigger again only to get a click. “Shit” I cursed. I had forgotten to reload the shotgun after picking up Dean. “Cover me Dean I am reloading.” Fumbling with the few shells in my pocket I dropped one of the four shells. I was able to get the remaining three shells in my gun. The whole time I was doing this Dean was shooting at the rapidly approaching zombies. He shot 5 times and hit four of the zombies in the head and got another one in the shoulder. I fired my shotgun two more times putting down the last of the zombies.

Dean turned and questioned me “what the hell are doing with only one shell in your gun?” “You want to get us killed?”

“Damn I don’t know man I forgot after I picked you up.” “Look I have it loaded again and it will not happen again.” “Let’s just grab the food and get the hell out of here.” We quickly grabbed the food and ran back to the truck to get out of the area and try to find a safe place to bunker down for the night.

[Narshalla]

Not bad so far.

[SteveD]

151(if thats the route you are taking) sucks without zombies
Keep the story coming though

[Boy Scout Survivor]

Sorry about there not being any updates. College decided to hit me hard with papers and I am now studying for finals. Don't exactly feel like writing much after multiple papers. I will be done Thursday so I guess you can expect an actual update mid Friday.

[SteveD]

Looking forward to the next installment BSS

[golem3]

Great so far, just may need to reread it a little and look for spelling/grammer errors. Can't wait to read the next bit.

[Boy Scout Survivor]

Sorry about the slow update guys. I have been pretty busy. My parents think because I am home from college I have nothing to do. They had me doing a lot of yard work which I don't mind but it takes away from writing. It isn't much but I wanted to give you all an update. Enjoy, more to come with less wait next time. I promise.

Dean and I ran back to my truck with a couple of straggler zombies pursuing use. Dean ran around to the passenger side and quickly jumped in and threw the bags of food into the back of the truck. I was struggling with trying to carry all the ammo and getting the door open. With the zombies just a few yards away I was finally able to get the door open and get into the truck. Only to realize that I had no idea where my keys where at. Luckily the window on the truck held to the zombies pounding on it trying to open the truck like a kid opening a happy meal for their next meal. After searching every pocket I had I found them in the last pocket I looked in. “Always the last place you look” I joked. I started up the truck and sped away while clipping a zombie that was a moment ago trying to get inside. “Let’s go find a safe place to crash for the night and get something to eat if that’s alright with you” I asked Dean.

“That’s fine with me; I had enough excitement for one night” laughed Dean.

We drove for ten miles until coming up to an old barnthat was about 50 feet from the gravel road next to a plowed field. “Well this looks like a decent place for the night” I told Dean. “We can sleep up in the hay loft to be safe from zombies and park the truck inside to be safe from thieves.”

“Sounds good Nate.” Dean replied. I am going to cook up some cans of beans and spam for supper.”

I drove inside the old barn and started hauling the gear up into the hay loft for the night while Dean started cooking our supper on the small stove I had in my BOB. We ate in silence the whole meal reflecting on the days events and thinking grimly of what tomorrow would offer to us. Finally I broke the silence “today was a long day and I think we should try to get some rest; I will take first watch.”

“That’s fine with me” Dean grunted. We both climbed up the ladder to the loft and I looked out the window as Dean laid down in a sleeping bag. It was already dark and all I could see was the stars and a fire out in the distance but I kept my ears sharp listening for anything that sounded like a zombie or a threat to us. I woke up Dean five hours later for his watch and crashed in my sleeping bag falling asleep in seconds.

That morning I woke up to the rising sun with the air still a bit crisp from last night. I was perfectly warm in my sleeping bag though. I looked around and didn’t see Dean in the hay loft. “I hope he is cooking breakfast because I’m starving” I muttered to myself. I climbed down the ladder to only to be lfet in a state of confuesment from what I saw. There was no sign of Dean or my truck in the barn. I walked outside and there was no sign of either the truck or Dean withen eyesight. “S***, he better not of left without me and took my gear. I walked back inside and climber up the ladder to atleast see what I had with me at the moment. I looked around and saw all of Dean’s gear was gone along with part of mine. My shotgun and the 30-30 was gone along with part of my BOB. I still had a change of clothes, my LBE, a mess kit, three days worth of food, my Mosin Nagant and the old revolver that was hiding under my sleeping bag. While I was searching for any gear left behind I found a note on an old feed bag.

Hey Dumb@$$
Bet you had one yell of a surprise when you woke up today. I took your truck for a joy ride with most of your gear inside of it. Some people are just born gullible or stupid. In your case you are both. Idiots like you who can’t even tell ketchup from blood don’t deserve to survive a zombie apocalypse. Although I am not a complete @$$ I left your P.O.S Russian rifle. I didn’t need that old hunk of steel and wood slowing me down. Best of luck. LOL
DEAN

“Well that S.O.B lying piece of s*** douche bag” I yelled to no one in particular. I grabbed an old burlap sack and tied a piece of rope on it to make an improvised backpack. I threw in my sleeping bag, mess kit, and a few can goods that he left behind. I threw on my LBE and my backpack. “Well this isn’t good” I thought to myself. “I will kill Dean if I see him again or at least get my stuff back again” I vowed.
I started my walk back to my home and family.

[akraven]

Good start,hopefully he catches up with Dean.

[Boy Scout Survivor]

I was walking for a good thirty minutes shifting my improvised backpack that was digging into my shoulder when I realized at an intersection I had no idea which way to go. Both of my maps had been in my BOB or in my truck. “S***, I’m screwed.” I muttered. Doing some thinking I came up with a plan for the time being before I could get myself another map. I flipped open my compass and took a bearing or NE and started walking in that direction going as the crow flies. Figuring this way I would at least be heading in a ballpark general direction until I could acquire a map to get a more accurate direction.

My progress was even slower going cross country than it was on the roads. I was trudging throw plowed fields, underbrush and climbing over barbwire fences. On the bright side being off the road seemed to mean fewer zombies. I crawled the last thirty feet to the fence that surrounded a field that bordered a road. I did not want any zombies or other survivors to get the drop on me. When I reached the fence my knees were sore and my pants were caked in mud. I popped my head up to get a look at the road and saw a burned out car that hit a telephone pole on my left and two zombies that where 100 yards on my right. Figuring that it was as safe as it was going to get I hopped the fence and ran across the road. As I was climbing over the barb wire fence on the other side of the road I heard a ripping sound. I looked down to notice a new 4 inch tear in my only pair of pants that I had left. “God D** it, this day just goes from one bad thing to another” I yelled at the sky. Which of course added to my bad luck that now the two zombies where heading my way. With my other leg over I just kept of on walking figuring that the fence would stop the two dead heads.

Well the rest of the morning I kept walking through fields and forest until my stomach rumbled so loudly that I could not ignore it any longer. I took a glance at my surroundings and sat down on top of a small hill in a farmers pasture. “At least lunch comes with a nice view” I thought trying to cheer myself up. I took out my Leatherman and tackled the job of getting a can of pork and beans open that was going to be my lunch. After the meal of warm water and cold beans I figured that I should take a complete inventory of what little supplies I had left. I wrote them all down on a piece of scratch paper which follows.

Supplies
4 cans of food
2 roman noodle packs
Leatherman
Sleeping bag
Mess kit
Canteen
LBE
Mosin Nagant with 43 rounds of ammo
357 magnum revolver (no ammo)
Small first aid kit
4 silver dollar coins
Wallet with 55 dollars
12 30-06 bullets
Compass
Water purifying tablets

After the complete inventory I came to the conclusion I needed to go find some food, ammo (or new firearm), and a map. Anything else would just be icing on the cake. Also if I could find something faster than walking would be great. A bike would even be a big improvement my feet were not ready to walk all the way home.

I stood up and headed west to a small farm house that I assumed was the owner of the pasture I was walking through. When I was 100 yards from the house I gave a shout “anyone in the house alive?” After waiting three minutes I shrugged and continued to walk up to the house. I had my Mosin at the ready and I opened d the door. As I walked into the house a flash of movement caught my eye and before I could even swing my rifle in that direction. I was tackled and forced to the ground.

[Nancy1340]

Deaf and death are two different things.

Good story.