Week 7: Trying to Break Through

I made my way west along the wall until I came to a spot where I thought I could cross over. The number of zombies had thinned, and the wall went under what used to be a highway overpass. A section of the overpass had been demoed to prevent zombies from crossing over, but I figured a living person would be able to cross the roughly twenty foot gap.

As luck would have it there were no zombies on the overpass and the approach was relatively clear of vehicles. There was also an old Buick abandoned on the opposite end. I thought if I could drive another vehicle up to the edge on my side, with the help of a Come-a-long and a makeshift grappling hook I could get a rope strung up between the two vehicles and cross over.

I found a working pickup truck and I loaded it with supplies. I did as much prep work as I could beforehand. It was cold out and the zombies were slow, but I wouldn’t have long before they found their way up the overpass to where I was.

When I had everything ready, I drove to the edge and set my plan in motion. I had a good long rope with a tire iron tied to the end. I started tossing it across at the Buick, attempting to break out a window and get it caught on something. Not nearly as easy as I thought.

In fact I wasted all my time just trying to break a fucking window on the Buick (never succeeding) and had to abandon the plan as a stream of zombies began to advance on me.

I thought this might happen and I was prepared with Molotov cocktails. I started tossing them at the zombies. A few of them caught fire and began to run wildly and flail. Other zombies got distracted and began huddling around the heat. This left about ten of them still advancing on my location.

I jumped back in the pickup truck and threw it in reverse. I didn’t have time to turn around, so I just plowed through them backward. The truck bounced over a few zombies and sent me off course. I wound up scraping along the side of the concrete wall which slowed me down enough for two of the bastards to get up into the bed of the truck. I got off the wall and tried to put as much distance between myself and the horde as possible before dealing with the two hitch hikers.

Eventually I stopped the truck and jumped out with my shotgun in hand. The first one kind of flopped over the side of the truck bed and landed at my feet. I pointed my barrel at the back of its head and pulled the trigger, point blank. It didn’t even twitch after that.

The second one had time to get out of the truck and steady itself before I could turn my attention to it. The zombie may have been slow but I had seen how easy it was to get a simple yet lethal bite and found myself nervous as it stared me down. I shot my second round too soon. The zombie caught most of the buckshot in its chest, stumbled backward, then continued to advance. The rest of my shells were still in the cab of the truck.

I retreated to the passenger side and tried to grab some more ammo. The door was locked so I busted the window out with the butt of my gun. I frantically snatched at the shells and managed to get one of them crammed between my seemingly fat and numb fingers. Backing away from the zombie I loaded the gun. I took a deep breath and as the zombie approached, mouth open to bite me, I jammed the barrel in and pulled the trigger. The back of its head exploded and the body dropped to the ground.

I am going to need a lot more weapons.