Day 90, Part 3

I heard a voice calling out, saying to step outside of the store, through the shattered window. I complied, making sure that the shotgun was in the air, but careful to keep my finger near the trigger-well. I saw the shooter after a moment of glancing down the street.

He was crouched behind an open car door, a long-nosed sniper pointed directly at me. But, he wasn’t alone. From behind a nearby building, a sturdy man, probably in his early 30s with a pistol on his side and a large machete in his hand. The other was a woman, younger; likely early 20s who was built like an Olympian and holding what looked like two knives welded to long, metal pipes.

He introduced himself as “Horace,” the shooter as “Homer,” and the woman as “Fiora” (I’m inclined to believe that those are NOT their real names). Fortunately for us, they had been hunting the looters, and finally caught up with them. They explained that they had been a part of an organized militia from a nearby city, but the militia had since fallen, scattering their forces to the countryside.

The others came out and introductions were made, but Horace’s group insisted that we get far away… fast. We picked up as much of the supplies that we could find and set off out of the town.

We got to the edge of the town center before we saw a hoard of Zoms inching towards us.

Thousands of them.

We turned, and ran the other way.

We heard them tearing into the town behind us, scorching the ground with their filth and breaking down buildings like a thousand termites swarming a 2X4 and whittling it down to toothpicks. Fortunately, they did not seem intent on chasing us.

Not having a direction, we continued to walk north until we found a roadside hotel. There were about eight Zoms inside, which we dispatched easily. After we were sure the area was clear, we barricaded the door as best as we could and set up a watch.

And, I was finally able to write all of this down while it was still relatively fresh.

Oh, and no, we didn't leave the looter's weapons. I took the shotgun, Eugene took a pistol and a crowbar and Kyle took the other pistol. 

Now, I’m getting some much-needed sleep.