We left Macon and headed in a south west direction on the largest highway we could find. It is hard to know exactly what road we are on as someone has gone through and ripped down all the highway signs. Not sure why someone would do that. Maybe it is purely mischief or maybe someone had a good reason. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if Mike had returned from the dead again.
The area we are heading through is pretty rural with both sides of the road lined with forest. The roadways themselves are actually a lot less crowded with cars than the interstates. Progress is not as slow as I thought it would be. Perhaps we should have been taking the back roads all along.
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A bad sign came roaring past us as we continued down our unnamed highway. A stampede of deer, at least fifty engulfed us from behind and continued past us heading south. Obviously they were running from something.
The zombies don’t seem to mess much with wildlife except if they are starving. I don’t much care for the thought of a horde of starving zombies advancing on us from the north.
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Damn! Now I know why we were sticking to the interstate. Fewer cars on the back roads also mean fewer gas stations. Gas and diesel are hard to find, and we are spending way too much time searching for it whenever one of the vehicles gets low.
3 years ago
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