contact with an un-infected person. At least that seemed to be the situation every time I’ve heard them do it. I’m guessing it’s just a side effect that it alerts the others in the area. That’s the way I would think it happens. I mean, they’re dead. I’m sure they don’t really know what’s going on around them.”
“Yeah that’s true,” I said.
“But who knows. It’s not like there is going to be an editorial on the subject,” Said Matt.
We both chuckled halfheartedly. Matt looked out the window and stopped talking.
The truck’s radio said it was 8:24 in the morning. The sun had broken through the clouds but the clouds still lingered in the area, threatening to once again make things worse. It seemed that there was smoke on the horizon in every direction. We were now headed back the way I had come earlier, toward the campus. Somehow the roads managed to look worse than they had on the way home. Then I found myself wishing that I could go home but deep down I knew that the house I had left earlier today would never be my home again. Then I remembered Thomas. “I bet Thomas is still standing in the hallway in my parent’s house,” I thought out loud.
Matt looked over at me and said, “Yeah but he’s...”
“Yeah I know but I hate to think of him walking around like that…The camera! I never got to watch what he recorded on the camera. Maybe he knew where mom and dad are or maybe he noticed something important about them.”
“Or maybe he just touched the camera before he turned,” said Matt in a less than excited tone.
We both just stared ahead for couple of minutes.
“Where are we going to get more ammo? I’ve only got a few more shotgun shells,” said Matt.
“The Sports Authority is the biggest gun shop I’ve been to in the area and they’ll probably have other supplies we could use too. I know there is another bigger one somewhere in Hampton, but I’ve never been there,” I responded.
I had never seen so many car accidents. Everywhere I looked there was another wreck. I had to make myself concentrate on the road ahead of me. Matt had to get my attention a few times. A few of the wrecks were nothing more than too many cars trying to fit through a narrow space, but a lot of them looked like high-speed collisions. I expected to see bodies lying in the street but there wasn’t much else to see other than the vehicles themselves. The blood I expected to see wasn’t there either. The constant rain earlier must have washed most of it away.
I navigated the small truck through the debris carefully as I rounded the corner onto Coliseum Drive. The Sports Authority was about half a mile up ahead on the right. Right in the middle of the road we were on was a smoldering pile of metal and glass. It didn’t look like a car though. As we got closer to it, Matt said, “Holy crap I think that’s a news helicopter.” The tail rotor was sticking out of the pile and what was left of the small blades was still spinning.
“Well I guess we can’t go this way,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Hold up a second. I think you can get around it if you jump the median,” said Matt as he attempted to position himself to get a better look.
“This little truck isn’t a four wheel drive. And what if we get stuck on the median?” I replied.
“I think we can make it if you cut the median at an angle,” said Matt as he pointed to a lower spot on the concrete median.
I inched my way over to the edge of the median until I felt the front left tire make contact. The body of the truck shuddered as the wheel made contact. I pushed the gas pedal in a little farther and the truck began to move over the median. I moved slowly until I felt the left side drop and the tire again made contact with the road. We both breathed a sigh of relief as the last wheel touched the
“Yeah that’s true,” I said.
“But who knows. It’s not like there is going to be an editorial on the subject,” Said Matt.
We both chuckled halfheartedly. Matt looked out the window and stopped talking.
The truck’s radio said it was 8:24 in the morning. The sun had broken through the clouds but the clouds still lingered in the area, threatening to once again make things worse. It seemed that there was smoke on the horizon in every direction. We were now headed back the way I had come earlier, toward the campus. Somehow the roads managed to look worse than they had on the way home. Then I found myself wishing that I could go home but deep down I knew that the house I had left earlier today would never be my home again. Then I remembered Thomas. “I bet Thomas is still standing in the hallway in my parent’s house,” I thought out loud.
Matt looked over at me and said, “Yeah but he’s...”
“Yeah I know but I hate to think of him walking around like that…The camera! I never got to watch what he recorded on the camera. Maybe he knew where mom and dad are or maybe he noticed something important about them.”
“Or maybe he just touched the camera before he turned,” said Matt in a less than excited tone.
We both just stared ahead for couple of minutes.
“Where are we going to get more ammo? I’ve only got a few more shotgun shells,” said Matt.
“The Sports Authority is the biggest gun shop I’ve been to in the area and they’ll probably have other supplies we could use too. I know there is another bigger one somewhere in Hampton, but I’ve never been there,” I responded.
I had never seen so many car accidents. Everywhere I looked there was another wreck. I had to make myself concentrate on the road ahead of me. Matt had to get my attention a few times. A few of the wrecks were nothing more than too many cars trying to fit through a narrow space, but a lot of them looked like high-speed collisions. I expected to see bodies lying in the street but there wasn’t much else to see other than the vehicles themselves. The blood I expected to see wasn’t there either. The constant rain earlier must have washed most of it away.
I navigated the small truck through the debris carefully as I rounded the corner onto Coliseum Drive. The Sports Authority was about half a mile up ahead on the right. Right in the middle of the road we were on was a smoldering pile of metal and glass. It didn’t look like a car though. As we got closer to it, Matt said, “Holy crap I think that’s a news helicopter.” The tail rotor was sticking out of the pile and what was left of the small blades was still spinning.
“Well I guess we can’t go this way,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Hold up a second. I think you can get around it if you jump the median,” said Matt as he attempted to position himself to get a better look.
“This little truck isn’t a four wheel drive. And what if we get stuck on the median?” I replied.
“I think we can make it if you cut the median at an angle,” said Matt as he pointed to a lower spot on the concrete median.
I inched my way over to the edge of the median until I felt the front left tire make contact. The body of the truck shuddered as the wheel made contact. I pushed the gas pedal in a little farther and the truck began to move over the median. I moved slowly until I felt the left side drop and the tire again made contact with the road. We both breathed a sigh of relief as the last wheel touched the
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