zombie horde that was growing into a sea of death, and head for the countryside of northern Georgia or South Carolina.
“I just ran them over. They were human beings at one time , and I didn’t care. I just kept running them over, and they would get stuck, under the vans, or on the hoods. And the limbs and the sounds, and the blood. But I was so terrified.”
He wandered off the highways as much as possible as they trek ked slightly north, trying to avoid major cities, mostly without any real plan for what they were going to do. They saw the evidence of the implosion of many small towns, piles of bodies, burned out houses and the litter of human corpses all over. Some places they drove through were already completely depopulated, even by zombies, who had already walked off as packs. In other parts they had to turn back when they saw zombies within the towns. They had to switch vehicles multiple times due to wrecks and damage caused by zombie attacks. The worst had come when some zombies jumped out on what had been a clear road while they were driving at seventy miles per hour. The driver and front passenger were killed, as the zombies shattered through the windshield like road kill. Tague had been in the back seat, and suffered only a bad concussion. Two others were torn to pieces by zombies that found them while still in shock from the wreckage.
Of the group that had first left Atlanta that September, only four remained when they found the radio transmission from the Charlotte airport. Tague related to me how they had been holed up in some half wrecked house for a few days , and were nearly out of any kind of food. He had been contemplating leaving the three behind and going at it on his own, hoping for a better chance of survival. When they heard the radio message, they made their way up to Charlotte, this time driving at far lower speeds at all times, no matter what.
Of the four that reached there, only Tague and another were alive when the leaders at the airport had begun asking for volunteers to go out beyond the city limit. Tague had joined up with Aaron, and had first had intentions of documenting what they did during their excursion, but lost his journal after the second night. He did mention that after seeing me writing in my journal, that maybe he would take it up again. It was a good idea to make sure that a record of this can be kept for historical purposes, at the very least.
Dawn
Our elder in the group, the very spitting image of a southern belle, was actually far from it. Dawn was a minister’s wife, and originally from Wisconsin. Her husband was one of those mega church pastors, the kind that preached that God wanted everyone to be rich, just that the pastor should get his first. (That’s my personal opinion. Obviously, Dawn thinks quite the opposite, but I haven’t said as much.) Along with her husband and about a thousand other church members, she had flown down to North Carolina, specifically the Outer Banks. The pastor had thought it best that they should all go to heaven in one large wave, quite literally. They had been on a praise and worship binge, when the comet failed to hit the planet like it had first intended to. Unfortunately, for the pastor and his wife, the church members were actually not overjoyed by this result.
For months , the pastor had been preaching that this comet was the wrath of God, and that this was the foretold end of the world. He had tasked his church members, the thousands of them that lived there in southern Wisconsin, to give up their goods and give their lives to God to the very end. Unfortunately for them, that end didn’t come as they had expected, and now these thousand that had followed him there, were stranded without cash or means to return home. To add insult to the lies was the fact that the pastor himself had not acquitted himself of all of his goods as he had preached to his flock. When he tried to sneak out that day to return back to the North Carolina
“I just ran them over. They were human beings at one time , and I didn’t care. I just kept running them over, and they would get stuck, under the vans, or on the hoods. And the limbs and the sounds, and the blood. But I was so terrified.”
He wandered off the highways as much as possible as they trek ked slightly north, trying to avoid major cities, mostly without any real plan for what they were going to do. They saw the evidence of the implosion of many small towns, piles of bodies, burned out houses and the litter of human corpses all over. Some places they drove through were already completely depopulated, even by zombies, who had already walked off as packs. In other parts they had to turn back when they saw zombies within the towns. They had to switch vehicles multiple times due to wrecks and damage caused by zombie attacks. The worst had come when some zombies jumped out on what had been a clear road while they were driving at seventy miles per hour. The driver and front passenger were killed, as the zombies shattered through the windshield like road kill. Tague had been in the back seat, and suffered only a bad concussion. Two others were torn to pieces by zombies that found them while still in shock from the wreckage.
Of the group that had first left Atlanta that September, only four remained when they found the radio transmission from the Charlotte airport. Tague related to me how they had been holed up in some half wrecked house for a few days , and were nearly out of any kind of food. He had been contemplating leaving the three behind and going at it on his own, hoping for a better chance of survival. When they heard the radio message, they made their way up to Charlotte, this time driving at far lower speeds at all times, no matter what.
Of the four that reached there, only Tague and another were alive when the leaders at the airport had begun asking for volunteers to go out beyond the city limit. Tague had joined up with Aaron, and had first had intentions of documenting what they did during their excursion, but lost his journal after the second night. He did mention that after seeing me writing in my journal, that maybe he would take it up again. It was a good idea to make sure that a record of this can be kept for historical purposes, at the very least.
Dawn
Our elder in the group, the very spitting image of a southern belle, was actually far from it. Dawn was a minister’s wife, and originally from Wisconsin. Her husband was one of those mega church pastors, the kind that preached that God wanted everyone to be rich, just that the pastor should get his first. (That’s my personal opinion. Obviously, Dawn thinks quite the opposite, but I haven’t said as much.) Along with her husband and about a thousand other church members, she had flown down to North Carolina, specifically the Outer Banks. The pastor had thought it best that they should all go to heaven in one large wave, quite literally. They had been on a praise and worship binge, when the comet failed to hit the planet like it had first intended to. Unfortunately, for the pastor and his wife, the church members were actually not overjoyed by this result.
For months , the pastor had been preaching that this comet was the wrath of God, and that this was the foretold end of the world. He had tasked his church members, the thousands of them that lived there in southern Wisconsin, to give up their goods and give their lives to God to the very end. Unfortunately for them, that end didn’t come as they had expected, and now these thousand that had followed him there, were stranded without cash or means to return home. To add insult to the lies was the fact that the pastor himself had not acquitted himself of all of his goods as he had preached to his flock. When he tried to sneak out that day to return back to the North Carolina
Similar Books
