useless.
The dead shambled slowly down the hill
as the sounds of panicked screaming continued inside the
van.
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top)
Walter, Jeff, and Barbara headed over
to the neighbors house. Walter drove the pick up truck to the
closest neighbor. Walter didn’t particularly care for these
neighbors. The man was an ass who treated his wife like shit. He
always seemed to be arguing with her about something stupid. Walter
once made it clear to him that if he ever hit her he’d have to
argue with her through a wired jaw.
The truck came to a stop and Walter
stepped out. He took the baseball bat from the bed of the truck,
and grabbed the shovel, tossing it to Jeff as he got out. Barbara
stepped out with rifle in hand. Walter wanted her to take the back
and use the rifle if needed. He was certain him and Jeff could
handle any deaders on their own with the melee weapons, but just in
case, having Barbara with the rifle wasn’t a bad idea—especially
since she was shaping up to be a decent shot.
Walter led his children up the steps.
He peered in to the front window, and though it was bright outside
it seemed no light found it’s way in the home. It was dark and
grey, like everything had a thick layer of dust on it. He imagined
they must have drawn the shades, locked the windows and the doors
and as he tried to the doorknob he knew he was right. It was
locked, as was the window.
“ We’re going to have to
break in.”
“ I’ll do it. Step
back.”
Jeff eyed the door and hoped his idea
worked. He rammed the head of the spade shovel into the doorjamb
where the lock was. The wood splintered and his arms vibrated as he
struck the lock. He rammed it a few more times and was then able to
pry open the door.
Walter looked around the yard for
deaders. Seeing nothing he led them inside the dark
house.
Jeff’s heart pounded. He tried to
listen for anything in the house, but he was unable to hear
anything over his own breathing and racing heartbeat.
“ Come on,” Walter said.
“Let’s be quick about this.”
Walter walked through the home
cautiously but still swiftly. Checking each room as he moved
through it. They found the kitchen and Walter rummaged through the
cabinets till he found a box of trash bags. There was also a
flashlight in there that he grabbed and put in his back
pocket.
“ Here,” he ripped open the
box and handed each of them a bag, “fill it up with supplies and
run it to the truck.”
Barbara slung the rifle over her
shoulder and loaded the bag efficiently. She opened the cabinets
and began throwing in boxes of pasta, canned goods, spices, and
your run of the mill non-perishables.
Jeff opened the freezer and was hit in
the face with the smell of spoiled meat. He quickly closed it and
opened the fridge for the same scent, but grabbed two bottles of
soda and a small pack of bottled water.
Walter opened the pantry and bagged
everything he could. He grabbed cleaning items as well as food and
stuffed the bags till they were ripping from the weight.
“ Okay, let’s run these back
to the truck. Let’s go.”
They dumped the bags into the bed of
the truck, taking in their surroundings the whole time. Walter’s
head moved from side to side and he kept looking back to their home
to make sure no deaders had gone in search of living
flesh.
“ Going back,” Jeff said, as
he bounded the steps.
They hit the kitchen one more time and
were only able to scrape together another bag. Walter found a
bathroom on the same floor and grabbed everything out of the
medicine cabinet save for the used toothbrushes. He added the items
to the bag and set it by the door.
They continued on the level and while
opening what Walter suspected was a closet door they stumbled upon
the basement. Walter grabbed the flashlight from his back pocket
and descended.
“ Wait here till I give the
all clear,” he said midway down the staircase.
Walter reached the bottom and spun the
light around the
The dead shambled slowly down the hill
as the sounds of panicked screaming continued inside the
van.
17 RAIDERS
(back to
top)
Walter, Jeff, and Barbara headed over
to the neighbors house. Walter drove the pick up truck to the
closest neighbor. Walter didn’t particularly care for these
neighbors. The man was an ass who treated his wife like shit. He
always seemed to be arguing with her about something stupid. Walter
once made it clear to him that if he ever hit her he’d have to
argue with her through a wired jaw.
The truck came to a stop and Walter
stepped out. He took the baseball bat from the bed of the truck,
and grabbed the shovel, tossing it to Jeff as he got out. Barbara
stepped out with rifle in hand. Walter wanted her to take the back
and use the rifle if needed. He was certain him and Jeff could
handle any deaders on their own with the melee weapons, but just in
case, having Barbara with the rifle wasn’t a bad idea—especially
since she was shaping up to be a decent shot.
Walter led his children up the steps.
He peered in to the front window, and though it was bright outside
it seemed no light found it’s way in the home. It was dark and
grey, like everything had a thick layer of dust on it. He imagined
they must have drawn the shades, locked the windows and the doors
and as he tried to the doorknob he knew he was right. It was
locked, as was the window.
“ We’re going to have to
break in.”
“ I’ll do it. Step
back.”
Jeff eyed the door and hoped his idea
worked. He rammed the head of the spade shovel into the doorjamb
where the lock was. The wood splintered and his arms vibrated as he
struck the lock. He rammed it a few more times and was then able to
pry open the door.
Walter looked around the yard for
deaders. Seeing nothing he led them inside the dark
house.
Jeff’s heart pounded. He tried to
listen for anything in the house, but he was unable to hear
anything over his own breathing and racing heartbeat.
“ Come on,” Walter said.
“Let’s be quick about this.”
Walter walked through the home
cautiously but still swiftly. Checking each room as he moved
through it. They found the kitchen and Walter rummaged through the
cabinets till he found a box of trash bags. There was also a
flashlight in there that he grabbed and put in his back
pocket.
“ Here,” he ripped open the
box and handed each of them a bag, “fill it up with supplies and
run it to the truck.”
Barbara slung the rifle over her
shoulder and loaded the bag efficiently. She opened the cabinets
and began throwing in boxes of pasta, canned goods, spices, and
your run of the mill non-perishables.
Jeff opened the freezer and was hit in
the face with the smell of spoiled meat. He quickly closed it and
opened the fridge for the same scent, but grabbed two bottles of
soda and a small pack of bottled water.
Walter opened the pantry and bagged
everything he could. He grabbed cleaning items as well as food and
stuffed the bags till they were ripping from the weight.
“ Okay, let’s run these back
to the truck. Let’s go.”
They dumped the bags into the bed of
the truck, taking in their surroundings the whole time. Walter’s
head moved from side to side and he kept looking back to their home
to make sure no deaders had gone in search of living
flesh.
“ Going back,” Jeff said, as
he bounded the steps.
They hit the kitchen one more time and
were only able to scrape together another bag. Walter found a
bathroom on the same floor and grabbed everything out of the
medicine cabinet save for the used toothbrushes. He added the items
to the bag and set it by the door.
They continued on the level and while
opening what Walter suspected was a closet door they stumbled upon
the basement. Walter grabbed the flashlight from his back pocket
and descended.
“ Wait here till I give the
all clear,” he said midway down the staircase.
Walter reached the bottom and spun the
light around the
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