What happens when a person with some common sense wakes up to a “zombie apocalypse”? Shit gets done, that’s what.
Spoiler: the dog doesn’t die.
Please note: this work of fiction involves a lot of swear words/cussing and adult themes. Kiddos beware.
Woke Scott and Dave up for their watch. They had another idea. They’ll drive up to check out the path on their own. If the area is overrun, they’ll call us and haul ass back this way so we can be ready.
If it’s not, they’ll come back anyway, and take Mike and Karla back to their house to get their cars. Mike has a truck he can load the wagons on, and Karla has an SUV.
Scott’s already checked the fuel gauge in the car outside and it’s full. We’re waking up Karla and Ben to take over watch. Mike and I are gonna get what sleep we can.
Take the good with the bad, I suppose.
Cape Charles is out. That’s the bad news (part 1).
Dave said they got about halfway there, and ran into a bunch of abandoned cars. When they were backing up, they found out there were trolls surrounding them. Scott said they made a nice ‘thump thump’ sound as he ran them over.
He’s really starting to grow on me.
Here’s the good: Mike had them check out another town further up the coast. Fucking jackpot.
- The road was clear of cars (there were some trolls on the highway, but not enough to be a problem if we’re in cars.
- THEY FOUND A BOAT.
Kinda. It’s just a small boat, but they think it’s big enough for all of us, and it’ll get us across the bay. It’s probably going to be cramped as fuck, but it’s better than what we have right now (read: nothing).
Bad news (part 2): The trolls did enough damage to the car the guys were in that they don’t feel safe driving it back all the way. Abby and Jason are going to get the kids up and ready. Ben and I are going to take the bikes and ride over to Mike’s house and drive the cars back here, pick up everyone/everything and get on the road. Mike and I will sleep on the road.