Week 32: Backtrack to Safety

We hit the edge of the ward’s influence today around noon.  The meat puppets just started to worm their way onto the interstate like maggots spilling out of a carcass.  As soon as they spotted us they attacked.

There were so many that even though we were in a large U-haul, I feared we would quickly be overcome and trapped.  I threw the truck in reverse and tried to back away as quick as possible.  In the process I rammed an abandoned car behind us and had to pull forward and try again.

This gave the damned things a chance to surround us.  I continued to try to reverse, crashing into them, driving over them and eventually getting the damned things caught in the wheels and grinding them up.

This dead mesh of rotting flesh and bones wound its way around the axel and brought the U-haul to a crawl.  Worse yet I could see the temperature gauge steadily begin to rise as the engine tried to churn up the zombies and get the truck rolling again.

We basically had to let the truck rest every five or ten minutes and then we could move at about 5mph until the temperature gauge started rising again (about 2 or 3 minutes).

Whenever we had to stop we pulled out some of the heavy artillery we obtained from the St. Matthews stockpile.  Two AK-47s that Brenda and I used to chew into the crowd, Brenda hanging out the passenger side window while I shot out of the driver’s side.  It didn’t do much to kill them but at least it rendered most of them immobile and stopped others from joining the crowd.

Slowly but surely we made our way back within the umbrella of the ward.  It was like the zombies just lost interest in us.  Maybe they lost our scent; maybe they just lost their appetite.  I’m not sure how it works but the zombies left and that is all that counts.  Reminds me of when Sarah was travelling with us but the area of influence is one hundred times bigger.