2012 Spring / Summer MOCK Bug Out
Urban Bug Out – Entry 3
Friday the 13th - July 2012
By Medic73Chapter One – Heading Back Home
I had to work out of state for my job. It was late afternoon when I finished up and I could have stayed another night in a motel, but I chose to drive back home that night. It was over 350 miles to get back home, but I would get home around dawn and have the next 4 days off, so it sounded good to me.
I grabbed some food at a Fast Food restaurant drive up window, gassed up the vehicle and headed for home. The time seemed to pass quickly by. I was listening to an oldies station on the radio that played songs from the 60s, 70’s and 80’s. Sometime after Midnight, I found a station with Coast To Coast AM with George Noory that came in pretty good.
The topic tonight was about disease outbreaks like the H5N1 Flu and the Plague. George had a guest speaker that was a so-called expert on Communicable Diseases. He spoke about a strange new disease that was affecting the central nervous system, making those that were exposed to this new disease almost comatose but then rising up and walking about as if in a trance of some kind. He said that this disease was very contagious and they really didn’t know much about it yet, but it was quickly spreading from the more populated areas on the coasts.
It wasn’t long before the strange calls started coming in, people giving their thoughts and opinions. One caller said that he had heard of this “Zombie Disease”. He said people would get the disease from others that had it when they bit you. He said, if they bite you, you’ll get sick and die, but then you’ll rise back up and walk around. You will need to feed on others just like the one that bit you, spreading the disease.
The phone calls just kept getting stranger and stranger. Even George Noory seemed to have a hard time believing where tonight’s calls were heading, but his guest just kept agreeing with the callers.
By now, I noticed that the gas tank was down just below ¼ tank. I could use a cup of coffee, so I found a truck stop and pulled in and filled the gas tank. While filling the tank, I cleaned the windshield and then I went inside, used the restroom and bought a large cup of coffee in a to-go cup.
I got back in my vehicle and headed back on the highway home. Not long after leaving the truck stop, the radio started getting really hard to hear, filled with static. I must be getting too far away to pick that station up anymore, but when I tried tuning in other AM stations, I could not find any, not even a country western station! I switched over to FM and found it quiet too.
That’s weird, I thought. I guess I’m in the middle of nowhere. Good thing I brought my CDs with me. I opened my CD case and selected some music from my collection. I started out listening to a Blue Oyster Cult CD and soon, Don’t Fear The Reaper was blaring from my speakers as I drove down the road.
By now, I had finished my cup of coffee and that CD had finished. I chose another CD to listen to, then another and another. By now I would soon be close to home. I tried to pick up one of the local radio stations as I got closer, but still could not find anything on either AM or FM. Strange, I thought. I wonder if there has been a Solar Flare or something. I grabbed one more CD from my case. This time it was The Best Of The Doors. I remember listening to Jim Morrison singing, This Is The End as I got close to town, and I hoped that this wasn’t really the end!
The highway was empty except for my vehicle. I had not seen any other vehicles in a long time, but I really didn’t think much about it. I was almost to the edge of my town when I started seeing an orange glow on the highway up ahead.
As I drove closer, I saw a construction zone with hundreds of those orange barrels with the yellow flashing lights on top of them. Hmmmm, this wasn’t here when I left home two days ago. More construction I thought. It never ends, it just moves on to the next spot. Up ahead, I could see one of those flashing Marquis Signs that were programed with different messages. It was still too far away to make out what it said, but as I drove closer to it, I could read the message.
This must be somebodies idea of a joke. First it was Coast to Coast and now this. Zombies! The construction zone was real enough though and all traffic was forced to detour off of the highway and on to a side road. Great, now this is going to take more time to get through this and get home. I think I need another cup of coffee.
By now, the sun was starting to come up and the eastern sky was already turning a light grey. I knew that there should be some convenience stores open this time of morning at the main road intersections once I got closer in to town. I turned my vehicle towards one of the main roads heading into town and drove along as the morning light grew stronger. I was getting near downtown when I finally saw a store that looked open on the corner up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot, parked my vehicle and got out, locking the door behind me. The morning sun felt good on my face after driving all night and another cup of coffee was just what I needed to get me the rest of the way home.Chapter Two – The Store
When I walked to the door to the store, the neon sign said open, but I found the doors were locked. I saw an employee standing inside, looking out into the parking lot. He was holding a mop handle and his eyes were as big as saucers. Hey, can I get a cup of coffee? I asked through the doors.
No, I’m not unlocking the doors! You need to get out of here. It’s not safe. Get back in your vehicle and leave now! I wondered if he had just been robbed or something. It was then that I saw him looking out the window and pointing to my left. I turned and saw what had him spooked. Oh Snap, Zombies! It was more Zombies than I could count and they were walking in my direction.
I quickly turned and ran back to my vehicle. I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door and then I dropped them. I reached down, found the right key and unlocked the door. I jumped inside and locked the doors and started the engine. I squealed my tires backing up and threw the transmission in drive and tore out of the parking lot.
I still remember the Zombies shuffling towards me as I made it inside my vehicle. They were less than 10 feet away when I got in and pulled away. That sight is still burned in my mind right now. I wondered if the store employee would be alright. He was inside, behind locked doors and had that metal mop handle for protection. I wondered why he hadn’t called the Police.
As I drove away, I decided that I needed to try and report this. I grabbed my cell phone and tried to call 911. “All Circuits Are Busy. “If You’d Like To Make A Call, Please Hang Up And Try Your Call Again”. I tried 3 more times and got the same message each time. I put away my cell phone and kept driving.Chapter Three – The Urban Bug Out
It was about now that the situation finally hit me. This was real and wasn’t some sick joke. I needed to get out of town, not drive further into it. I stopped in an intersection and did a U-Turn and started driving away from the center of town and further away from my home.
I had to decide what I could do. I looked down and checked the gas gauge. By now, I was below ¼ tank again. I couldn’t get far like this, but I sure didn’t want to have to stop and fill up again if there were any Zombies around. I did have my smaller travel BOB/GHB with me. I always traveled with it unless flying. My BOB was packed with some food and water and had survival supplies in it. I also had my M-16 with the M-203 Launcher mounted on it and some extra ammo for both and I also had my .45 ACP Pistol with me.
The BOB and weapons were in the back. I needed to stop and bring them up front with me so I found a large open area where I could see, stopped my vehicle and jumped out. I grabbed the BOB and weapons and placed them in the front passenger seat. I stopped long enough to slip the pistol in my belt before I sat back in the vehicle and locked the doors. I reached over and placed a full magazine in the rifle and placed 2 more loaded mags in the center console. I leaned the rifle against the seat and center console on the passenger side and started driving again.BOB Contents
1911 .45 ACP Pistol
Orange Trail Flagging Tape
Yo-Yo Fishing Reel
Peterson’s Edible Wild Plants Guidebook
Mountain House Beef Stroganoff Meal
Topo Maps and Compass
Small First Aid Kit
Blue Hand Towel
Katadyn Hiker Pro Water Filtration System
P-38 Can Opener
Platypus Water Reservoir
BOB Bag with 3 Liter Hydration Bladder
Not Shown: Canteen with Canteen Cup and Ranger Stove and Rain Jacket
Ok, now what? What are my options here? I don’t have much gas, so I’d better think before just driving around aimlessly. I know, Mike’s House! If I can make it there, I should be safe. I grabbed my cell phone and tried to call Mike, but I got the same message again. I could only hope that Mike was home and was ok. I turned and started driving in his direction.
Mike lived about 35 miles from where I was. His house was located in a small neighborhood that sprung up outside of town. They were nice homes with nice yards. I wasn’t sure if I actually had enough gas to get there, but I would drive as close as I could while staying off of the more traveled roads. If/When I ran out of gas, I would have to walk the rest of the way, carrying my BOB and weapons.
I knew that I would not make it all the way to Mike’s house when the Fuel Light came on. I was still over 10 miles away as the crow flies, but I was having to drive the back roads and not cruising down the main roads to his house. It wasn’t long before the vehicle started to sputter and I knew it was over. The engine stalled and I pulled to the side of the road. I tried to start it one more time, but it would not start.Chapter Four - Bugging Out On Foot
I looked around. I could not see anything but some woods and fields around me. There were no houses or buildings here. That’s good I told myself. Now I just need to grab the BOB and rifle and get to Mike’s place. It was still another 4 or 5 miles to get to his house.
I decided to walk quickly down the road to make the best time for now. I walked right down the middle of the road, so I had the most room off to each side in case something was hiding in the ditch or woods. I would continue to walk the roads until I started seeing houses or signs of people and then I’d get off the roads and try to find enough woods to walk through to stay hidden.
I walked along at a pretty fast pace, covering almost 2 miles in 20 minutes. Not bad carrying the BOB and rifle I thought to myself. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this. I’m glad I don’t have to run though. As I walked along, every once in a while I would slip the mouthpiece of my hydration bladder into my mouth and take a few sips of water. At first, the water was very warm, but quickly changed over to cool as the water from inside the bladder reached my mouth.
I could see almost a mile down the road and there were some houses up ahead. It was time to get off the road and into the woods. I crossed over the ditch at the side of the road and walked into the woods about 25 feet from the road. The woods were real thick next to the road, but once inside the woods a few more feet, the thick underbrush was gone and I could walk through the open areas below the trees.
I figured I still had a mile or two to get to Mike’s house. I knew that I would have a creek to cross to get there and I decided to cross the creek rather than go over the bridge, exposing myself. I could also stop and refill my water supply using my Katadyn Water Filter if the creek had some water in it. I learned long ago to always top your water back up whenever you had a chance because you never knew when the next time might be.
Walking through the woods took more time than walking down the road. The thick canopy of leaves overhead in the trees kept the floor of the woods pretty dark. There were also enough downed branches and rocks here and there that I had to carefully choose my steps in places while carrying the BOB.
The woods started to open up a bit and I made it to the creek and stopped and took out my binoculars to scan the other side and up and down the creek. I sure did not want any surprises while I was filtering water into my hydration bladder. Seeing nothing, I felt safe to advance to the creek and I walked down to its bank and found a dirt bank to squat on while filtering the water.
I took off my BOB, reached inside and grabbed my water filter. This is a Katadyn Hiker Pro filter. I assembled the hoses and dropped the dirty water hose down in the water of the creek. I adjusted the float to keep the weight off the silt on the bottom. I pumped it a few times to prime the filter and to clear any old water that was left inside the filter from the last time I used it.
Soon it was running clear. I slipped the clean water hose into the hydration bladder and started pumping the handle. The bladder filled more with each pump and it didn’t take long to be close to full. I replaced the lid on the hydration bladder and slipped the bladder back into its pocket in the BOB. I then pulled the dirty hose out of the creek and pumped the filter a few more times until it was running dry. I then removed the hoses from the filter and placed everything back in its bag and shoved it back down inside the BOB.
I stood up and put on my BOB and walked along the creek until I found a place where I could easily cross the creek. Once reaching the other side, I walked up that bank and into the woods a few feet before stopping to take another long look around. I wanted to make sure that I had not been seen down at the creek.Chapter Five – Getting To Mike’s
I was getting close to Mike’s neighborhood now. Mike lived on the second street in from the main road where you turned into his neighborhood. I would have to walk past several houses and walk around the corner to get to his house.
When I got to the edge of his neighborhood, I stopped and scanned it from the woods with my binoculars. I didn’t see anything moving at all. It was strangely quiet. I could walk out across a yard and between 2 houses to get to the street, but then I would have to walk about ¼ mile down that street before I could turn the corner and get to Mike’s house.
I didn’t like being exposed like this, but I really had little choice. Mike’s house was my best shot right now, really my only shot. I took a few more sips of the cool water from my hydration bladder, took one last look around and slipped between the houses and walked to the street.
Once I made it to the street, I again took up my fast paced walking. I was almost jogging down the street, trying to make it to the corner where I could turn to get to Mike’s. I ran the last few yards to get to the corner. Mike’s house was just around the corner and I was almost there. As I rounded the corner, I could see his house. Nothing looked different, so I ran up on his porch and gently knocked on his door.
I didn’t hear anything, so after a few seconds, I knocked again, this time a little louder. This time I could hear movement inside the house. The peep hole in his front door went dark and I knew he was looking out at me. Mike, it’s me, please open up.
Mike opened the door a crack with the chain on the door and at first would not let me in. What are you doing here, he asked. I had to Bug Out on foot. Can you let me in please? Mike asked, Are you ok? You have not been bitten, have you? No, I’m fine. I had a little scare earlier this morning at a store, but nothing got close to me. Can you let me in please?
Mike said OK, closed the door and removed the chain and allowed me inside. What is going on Mike? What caused this? Mike told me that no one really knew what caused this, but the past day and a half had been bad in our area.
Before everything went off the air, the news said that the town was now being overrun with Zombies and that everyone needed to stay indoors and to Shelter In Place. They were shutting down the roads into the town and would try and quarantine everyone until they could get this thing under control. There has not been any word now since they went suddenly off the air last night.
I told Mike about the highways being closed with roadblocks and what I had seen and how I had traveled to get to his house. I saw dozens of the Zombies in town and I barely got away. It’s scary out there Mike and not safe at all.
Hey, you look like crap, Mike told me. When did you sleep last? That was night before last. I drove back over 350 miles last night before getting into this nightmare. Well, you made it here and I’ve got plenty of food and water stored to last several months. We’ll be able to ride this thing out, so don’t worry. We can cover each other’s backs now. Why don’t you go crash in the guest bedroom?
I went into the bathroom, washed my face and got cleaned up. Then I headed to the spare bedroom and set my BOB on the floor, next to the bed. I took off my boots and lay down on the bed on top of the bedspread with my rifle lying next to me and was almost asleep. Mike came back to see if I needed anything. Are you OK?, he asked. I think so, just still a little shook up about all of this.
Don’t worry. You made it, you’re safe now and I’ve got your back. Go ahead and get some rest and I’ll wake you later for some food, or sooner if anything happens. Mike took my rifle off of the bed and propped it up against the wall next to my BOB. It was only then when I finally did realize that I had made it. I was safe for now. I had survived my Urban Bug Out past the flesh eating Zombies. Only now could I relax and just like that, I was asleep.The End
Respectfully Submitted by Medic73 7/13/2012
Special Thanks go out to The Machinist
for allowing me to shoot some photos at his house and to BGnad
for reminding me about the Summer Zombie Walk today (Friday the 13th 2012) in Tulsa Oklahoma so I could get the Zombie Photos.
BGnad and his wife - Keeping Tulsa Oklahoma Safe From The Zombies During The Summer 2012 Friday the 13th Zombie Walk