Dead of Knight: A Zombie Apocalypse Survival Tale by Stephen J. Beard
Authors: Stephen J. Beard
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Sam to open the garage roll up. As I pulled out I looked back and saw Sam roll back down. I paused at the street and looked both ways. Old habits do die hard. It would suck to be killed in a traffic accident during the zombie apocalypse.
I wasn’t down to the end of my own street when I came across the first car wreck. It was a sedan in a ditch. The door was open and there was blood inside. A little further down at the corner, I could see why the power was out at my house. A pickup had taken out the poles leading into the neighborhood. The doors to the truck were closed but I couldn’t see inside very well. After I turned right onto Main Rd to head up to Hwy 17, I could see multiple accidents along the road. Some were bad wrecks. Other cars just seemed to be abandoned in the middle of the road. There were a few zombies. The café-slash-farmers market up the street was fairly unscathed but there were four zombies outside just milling about. I had to leave the road twice before getting to 17 because of car wrecks.
As I turned into Justin’s neighborhood things weren’t any better. Several houses sat with their front doors open and I wondered where those people were. I pulled into the driveway at Justin’s house and looked around. Well, the house was secure anyway; nothing open or busted out. I looked around and jumped out. The garage door had windows and I could see it was empty. I went up and banged on the door anyway. Damn, that was loud. I jumped back in the car and waited a few minutes. By the time that the first zombies appeared from down the street, I figured nobody was home. Tabby was upset when I texted her. I felt bad but there was nothing to be done for him unless we knew where he was.
The intersection of Main Rd and Hwy 17 was a disaster. There were vehicles everywhere. The only way I could get through was by cutting through the Burger King parking lot, then past the Waffle House and finally, through a car wash. I was forced to go south down the northbound lanes of 17 and made several cuts back and forth across the median to get by. A few times I wasn’t sure I could get through but made it by going off the road. One car had movement inside and I stopped, thinking there was a human inside. Just as I was about to get out and help I realized it was a trapped zombie. The idea of getting myself trapped in between the stalled and wrecked cars was one I did not relish. It would be a while before I thought about getting out of the Land Cruiser again.
A few miles down the road there was a strip mall on fire. I had started seeing the smoke a ways back. The shopping center was almost gone at this point. I figured it must have been burning all night. I stopped for a minute to gawk. How strange to see such a huge fire with no fire department, no police, no bystanders, no living people anywhere.
One car, a little further down the road, had three zombies pounding on the windows. I stopped but couldn’t see what they were trying to get at. A beep of the horn got the zombies attention but I still didn’t see anyone in the car. I left and the zombies staggered after me. They were still coming to get me when I lost sight of them around a bend almost a mile up the road. One house back in the woods appeared to have smoke coming from the chimney. There were no zombies around it and I didn’t want to attract any so I kept going. I couldn’t see the house very well from the road but I didn’t see anyone trying to flag me down. I wished them well but had my own family to protect. Besides, there probably wasn’t anyone alive in there anyway, right?
Through many wrecks, stalled cars, and detours the going was slow but fairly uneventful. The trip, which usually took about 2 hours, was on track to take about 3.5 hours. I wasn’t happy about that. It would give me less time at Bass Pro Shop. Valuable time. And all
I wasn’t down to the end of my own street when I came across the first car wreck. It was a sedan in a ditch. The door was open and there was blood inside. A little further down at the corner, I could see why the power was out at my house. A pickup had taken out the poles leading into the neighborhood. The doors to the truck were closed but I couldn’t see inside very well. After I turned right onto Main Rd to head up to Hwy 17, I could see multiple accidents along the road. Some were bad wrecks. Other cars just seemed to be abandoned in the middle of the road. There were a few zombies. The café-slash-farmers market up the street was fairly unscathed but there were four zombies outside just milling about. I had to leave the road twice before getting to 17 because of car wrecks.
As I turned into Justin’s neighborhood things weren’t any better. Several houses sat with their front doors open and I wondered where those people were. I pulled into the driveway at Justin’s house and looked around. Well, the house was secure anyway; nothing open or busted out. I looked around and jumped out. The garage door had windows and I could see it was empty. I went up and banged on the door anyway. Damn, that was loud. I jumped back in the car and waited a few minutes. By the time that the first zombies appeared from down the street, I figured nobody was home. Tabby was upset when I texted her. I felt bad but there was nothing to be done for him unless we knew where he was.
The intersection of Main Rd and Hwy 17 was a disaster. There were vehicles everywhere. The only way I could get through was by cutting through the Burger King parking lot, then past the Waffle House and finally, through a car wash. I was forced to go south down the northbound lanes of 17 and made several cuts back and forth across the median to get by. A few times I wasn’t sure I could get through but made it by going off the road. One car had movement inside and I stopped, thinking there was a human inside. Just as I was about to get out and help I realized it was a trapped zombie. The idea of getting myself trapped in between the stalled and wrecked cars was one I did not relish. It would be a while before I thought about getting out of the Land Cruiser again.
A few miles down the road there was a strip mall on fire. I had started seeing the smoke a ways back. The shopping center was almost gone at this point. I figured it must have been burning all night. I stopped for a minute to gawk. How strange to see such a huge fire with no fire department, no police, no bystanders, no living people anywhere.
One car, a little further down the road, had three zombies pounding on the windows. I stopped but couldn’t see what they were trying to get at. A beep of the horn got the zombies attention but I still didn’t see anyone in the car. I left and the zombies staggered after me. They were still coming to get me when I lost sight of them around a bend almost a mile up the road. One house back in the woods appeared to have smoke coming from the chimney. There were no zombies around it and I didn’t want to attract any so I kept going. I couldn’t see the house very well from the road but I didn’t see anyone trying to flag me down. I wished them well but had my own family to protect. Besides, there probably wasn’t anyone alive in there anyway, right?
Through many wrecks, stalled cars, and detours the going was slow but fairly uneventful. The trip, which usually took about 2 hours, was on track to take about 3.5 hours. I wasn’t happy about that. It would give me less time at Bass Pro Shop. Valuable time. And all
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