Post by Diabolik on Aug 5, 2009 6:34:57 GMT -5
KUSO! KUSO! KUSO! *SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!*
Woah, what's the shouting about?
Urahara had been driving, while I had been in the back of the van, in one of the chairs built into it. The armoured van had been customised almost beyond belief, with the sides even more reinforced than they already were, and seats built into the back, to accomodate more passengers if necessary. There were metal crates filled with ammunition, and there was even a bed! Well, I say a bed, it was more like a mattress somehow fixed to the floor of the van. There was a light overhead to help with visibility, practically everything had been thought of. Except food, and apparently, reinforced windows. Urahara had said they focused more on the rear part of the vehicle, and forgot about the windows. Not sure how, but they did.
What's wrong?
Look out the window...
We had been on our way to the Suicide Zone, after Warrior's text. We had to cross a bridge, however, and that bridge was filled with empty cars. Something had made these people stop. Whatever it was, couldn't be good.
Can't we go around?
This is the most direct route, we wouldn't have enough fuel to last us any other way!
Looks like we also forgot spare gas.
Well, this isn't good... I take it we can't just push through them.
From now on, we'll have to go by foot.
Fuck!
Aim for the head.
Okay...
So now it would be on foot. For the moment at least. This was bad, though, we still had to pass through Nevada, and with it, one of the places sure to be densely populated and full of zombies.
Las Vegas.
We still have a couple of hundred miles to go... We will need to find transport, and somewhere to sleep. We cannot travel this far on foot. Not in a single day, anyway. This would take us somewhere around a week. I'd say maybe 2 days until Las Vegas, and 4 days to Bakersfield.
And you know this... How?
I did a lot of walking. We're only a couple of miles away from Cedar City.
What, already? That's about a 10 hour drive!
I drive very quickly...
Okay... Fair enough. Well, we'd better get walking then.
Yes... Hopefully, these cars won't have any zombies in.
Well, if they're still stuck in there, they can't get out, right?
But it can still moan, which would alert others to our presence.
Oh... Shit.
Yes, shit.
Wait, how far from Cedar City are we?
Not too far, only about 20 miles...
20 MILES? 20 fucking miles! I've never had to walk that far in my life!
Whatever, we have to walk it, so come with me.
Fine...
We step out of the van, guns strapped to various places, and ammunition in bags over our shoulders. We would have to be very careful, and maybe raid some shops for food or something. It would be risky, but we'd have to do it. As the air hits my face, it assaults my nose with the smell of rotting flesh. The stench of the walking dead seems to be all around, but thankfully, not a slouching figure in sight. I keep my pistol drawn, and my other hand at the katana hanging around my waist. Urahara had taken the liberty of fitting silencers on, so the noise wouldn't bring the dead to our position, which was a very good idea, I must admit.
However, this walk? 20 miles today, but hundreds of miles to go... I am really not used to this sort of thing...
We manage to pass the bridge without event, thankfully, none of the cars contained trapped corpses, writhing against their seatbelts. We had seen some before, whilst driving. It wasn't a pretty sight, in fact, it was quite disturbing. One of them had almost torn his own arm off at the shoulder in his attempts to break free. None of them seemed to be aware of the belt around them, so they struggled nonetheless, unaware that a simply click of a catch would release them. Whenever we came across one of these, Urahara always put a bullet in their forehead from the safety of the van. He was a brilliant shot.
After 2 hours of walking, my feet were beginning to hurt. I was hungry, and I was tired, but I really didn't want to complain. Urahara was a harsh man when he wanted to be, and I didn't want to be on the recieving end of that harshness. During the walk, though, I found myself thinking about things. How could these zombies exist? They're creatures of pure fantasy, surely?
I don't know what was more disturbing, the fact that these creatues actually existed, or the deathly silence. It could have been both.
Woah, what's the shouting about?
Urahara had been driving, while I had been in the back of the van, in one of the chairs built into it. The armoured van had been customised almost beyond belief, with the sides even more reinforced than they already were, and seats built into the back, to accomodate more passengers if necessary. There were metal crates filled with ammunition, and there was even a bed! Well, I say a bed, it was more like a mattress somehow fixed to the floor of the van. There was a light overhead to help with visibility, practically everything had been thought of. Except food, and apparently, reinforced windows. Urahara had said they focused more on the rear part of the vehicle, and forgot about the windows. Not sure how, but they did.
What's wrong?
Look out the window...
We had been on our way to the Suicide Zone, after Warrior's text. We had to cross a bridge, however, and that bridge was filled with empty cars. Something had made these people stop. Whatever it was, couldn't be good.
Can't we go around?
This is the most direct route, we wouldn't have enough fuel to last us any other way!
Looks like we also forgot spare gas.
Well, this isn't good... I take it we can't just push through them.
From now on, we'll have to go by foot.
Fuck!
Aim for the head.
Okay...
So now it would be on foot. For the moment at least. This was bad, though, we still had to pass through Nevada, and with it, one of the places sure to be densely populated and full of zombies.
Las Vegas.
We still have a couple of hundred miles to go... We will need to find transport, and somewhere to sleep. We cannot travel this far on foot. Not in a single day, anyway. This would take us somewhere around a week. I'd say maybe 2 days until Las Vegas, and 4 days to Bakersfield.
And you know this... How?
I did a lot of walking. We're only a couple of miles away from Cedar City.
What, already? That's about a 10 hour drive!
I drive very quickly...
Okay... Fair enough. Well, we'd better get walking then.
Yes... Hopefully, these cars won't have any zombies in.
Well, if they're still stuck in there, they can't get out, right?
But it can still moan, which would alert others to our presence.
Oh... Shit.
Yes, shit.
Wait, how far from Cedar City are we?
Not too far, only about 20 miles...
20 MILES? 20 fucking miles! I've never had to walk that far in my life!
Whatever, we have to walk it, so come with me.
Fine...
We step out of the van, guns strapped to various places, and ammunition in bags over our shoulders. We would have to be very careful, and maybe raid some shops for food or something. It would be risky, but we'd have to do it. As the air hits my face, it assaults my nose with the smell of rotting flesh. The stench of the walking dead seems to be all around, but thankfully, not a slouching figure in sight. I keep my pistol drawn, and my other hand at the katana hanging around my waist. Urahara had taken the liberty of fitting silencers on, so the noise wouldn't bring the dead to our position, which was a very good idea, I must admit.
However, this walk? 20 miles today, but hundreds of miles to go... I am really not used to this sort of thing...
We manage to pass the bridge without event, thankfully, none of the cars contained trapped corpses, writhing against their seatbelts. We had seen some before, whilst driving. It wasn't a pretty sight, in fact, it was quite disturbing. One of them had almost torn his own arm off at the shoulder in his attempts to break free. None of them seemed to be aware of the belt around them, so they struggled nonetheless, unaware that a simply click of a catch would release them. Whenever we came across one of these, Urahara always put a bullet in their forehead from the safety of the van. He was a brilliant shot.
After 2 hours of walking, my feet were beginning to hurt. I was hungry, and I was tired, but I really didn't want to complain. Urahara was a harsh man when he wanted to be, and I didn't want to be on the recieving end of that harshness. During the walk, though, I found myself thinking about things. How could these zombies exist? They're creatures of pure fantasy, surely?
I don't know what was more disturbing, the fact that these creatues actually existed, or the deathly silence. It could have been both.
