When the plague came I moved my family out to the country, I stayed behind to work for awhile, awhile was about a week until things broke down enough that work really wasn't work anymore.people were getting sicker by the hour it seemed. I took a short drive around town just to have a look around. I never imagined I'd see what i did but it convinced me to get the hell out. I packed up a few gear related items, food, rifle, an old knife I found in a tree years ago. I needed to stop by a friends house to see if he was alright, We'd been talking on the HAM band a few nights back but nothing recently. his place is roughy 15 miles from me When I got there his place was burned to the ground, wasn't expecting that. Looking around His shop was intact and I let myself in. I don't know what happened to him or his bride but there was no sign of them. I helped myself to his gear, he was army and got into all the good high speed low drag gear when he got out. I myself was in the Corp. ( USMCSFB. 3rd fast 4th platoon) I got all the good training and saw none of the wars. just the way it worked I guess. Wasn't even all that interested in the gear before the plague. He would want me to use it. I took a AR15 pistol and his night vision monocular, War belt and an assult vest. I was out, headed to the country.
I ran out of gas shortly after leaving and had to leave most of the gear and ammo I had taken, my friend would have pimp slapped me, and I would have deserved it. I hoofed it a couple miles when it started to get dark, I was aware of people watching me walk down their street from the dark areas of their garages. Their were folks making their way towards me, something didn't feel right. They didn't move like people normally move. I picked up my pace and so did they, they don't talk, they moan. I made contact " Are you following me", No response. "stay back I said, I'm armed" . No response. There were 6 of them, 4 men and 2 women. They closed the distance, I fired off a warning shot and they went ballistic, now running towards me, I had this split second of panic and reverted back to my security forces training. That shit really works, I fired 1 single round into each and then went back and finished each off with another round or two. It was automatic. I went in for a closer look at my kills, man alive these weren't even people, sorta like something out of an old zombie movie or some damn thing.
There's a bunch of story for later around the campfire but until then , I'm here with my family and a few other folks, surviving. We do have to go into the city for supplies now and again. it's a bloodsport for sure, killin and sometimes being killed, though rarley. I broke the handle on my good knife, and badly need a replacement. What we figured out is if we put a decoy, usually a little kid out there and get him to screamin' It'll bring out these zombies and we can mow em' down. We figured out that if we cut these zombies heads off and put them on pikes around our property, they really leave us alone. We'll untill the campfire then.
Here's a couple shots of me showing the kids how to deal with them undead.