Week 37: Target Practice

Making our way down the highway has been an arduous task. The zombie attacks are not constant but when they do come it is in pretty large groups.

I’ve taken to laying on the horn whenever a wave of meat puppets comes in. It helps draw the attention of the zombies toward us and away from Edith and Harvey. The rig can take it for the most part, but I don’t think that old pickup truck will hold up.

I did have to get on to Edith though. Seems we had picked up a few hitchhikers on the back of the rig. Well the crazy old lady let Harvey drive and started taking shots at the zombies while they were still on our truck. I’ll admit she is a good shot, but I’ll be damned if I want anyone shooting at the rig I am driving.

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We found a nice ranger station to spend the night in. One of those outposts that is high above the tree line. Too high for any zombies to get to and just big enough to lay out five sleeping bags on the floor.

When we first arrived, Harvey grabbed his gun and went running off into the woods. I tried to stop him but Edith told me not to worry about it, that he was just going to do some hunting and that Harvey would be fine. She said it would make him happy.

She was right too. Just before sundown the boy showed back up with three dead rabbits and the biggest grin on his face I ever saw. Hell I think it was the first grin on his face I ever saw.

We cooked up his catch and watched the sun set from what seemed like the top of the world.