our laughter.
I had told him about
Nick’s reaction to be called a ‘wanton man whore with no quality control’.
Jaxon didn’t really think I’d be brave enough to repeat his words. I proved him
wrong. It also turns out that Nick went and asked him about the incident. In
front of the other Regulators. All of which began to laugh like crazy when Nick
told them what had happened.
It’s a strange feeling
to be joking around with this man. Every time he walks into a room with me, I
feel just a little bit intimidated, every single time.
Eventually, we laughed
ourselves out, and I was able to continue the interview .
“ So tell me, what took
you two days to rejoin the other members of your team? I’ve been dying to know .”
Do you want me to start from the moment I charged into the
horde?
“ Yes, please .”
Well, there really didn’t seem to be any other option. We
weren’t going to shoot down enough of them to make it inside the house so I
charged into them. Unfortunately, they were so close that I wasn’t able to
build up as much momentum as I would have liked and ended up having to hack and
slash my way through.
It wasn’t pretty.
“ Now, the entire world
saw you fight an even larger mass when you and the other survivors left the
city. Why didn’t you stand your ground and fight ?”
Well, for starters, when I fought that large mass of the
undead that was caught on those fifteen minutes of footage, I had no other
choice. They wouldn’t open the gates and allow us to get to safety. Also, those
zombies had just gone through a pretty decent sized explosion. They weren’t
exactly in top condition, and it still almost killed me.
The mass of shamblers I was charging into were in as good a
shape as zombies can hope to be, and by that I mean that they were all
functioning at high levels.
“ So they were all
trying to eat you ?”
Exactly, but before they could eat me, they had to catch me.
That was the trick to the whole thing as far as I could figure. If I let any of
them grab on to me and slow me down, I was a goner. I mentioned last time that
I dropped my rifle. Well, it was still connected to me by the shoulder strap.
The zombies grabbed it almost immediately. There I was, hauling as much ass as
I could, right through the middle of them and all of a sudden I felt the yank
around my neck. I had to cut the strap with my Cold Steel Recon 1 knife.
After that, I began to hack and slash my way through them
once again. Yet the damage was already done. They had managed to slow me down
too much and I couldn’t build up any more speed.
The next thing I knew, they had grabbed a hold of my
backpack which was attached to my tactical vest. I didn’t want to lose my
tactical vest, especially under those circumstances; it had that wonderful
little bite collar to protect my neck. I just didn’t really have much of a
choice. I undid all the buckles in rapid fire and let the dirty bastards yank
it off of me.
All during this, I never once stopped moving forward. They
may have slowed me down considerably, but they were never able to stop me.
Those cold dead fingers kept on reaching and grabbing, but I kept on moving.
Somehow, I even retained my hat.
When things got bad enough, when the zombies were so thick
that I was no longer able to push forward, I abruptly changed direction. I
stopped charging into them and instead, after ducking low and taking out the
legs of the few shamblers on my left, I headed up the road instead of across.
It was a brilliant move on my part. I wish I could say that I planned on doing
it from the get go.
Regardless, it worked. The way ahead cleared up almost immediately.
The mass was also so determined to run me down that they completely forgot
about my teammates. I ran for all I was worth up the road. I had plenty of
cardio to give this group the chase of their lives and then leave them in the
dust when they were far enough away from my buddies.
And then I just about froze in my
I had told him about
Nick’s reaction to be called a ‘wanton man whore with no quality control’.
Jaxon didn’t really think I’d be brave enough to repeat his words. I proved him
wrong. It also turns out that Nick went and asked him about the incident. In
front of the other Regulators. All of which began to laugh like crazy when Nick
told them what had happened.
It’s a strange feeling
to be joking around with this man. Every time he walks into a room with me, I
feel just a little bit intimidated, every single time.
Eventually, we laughed
ourselves out, and I was able to continue the interview .
“ So tell me, what took
you two days to rejoin the other members of your team? I’ve been dying to know .”
Do you want me to start from the moment I charged into the
horde?
“ Yes, please .”
Well, there really didn’t seem to be any other option. We
weren’t going to shoot down enough of them to make it inside the house so I
charged into them. Unfortunately, they were so close that I wasn’t able to
build up as much momentum as I would have liked and ended up having to hack and
slash my way through.
It wasn’t pretty.
“ Now, the entire world
saw you fight an even larger mass when you and the other survivors left the
city. Why didn’t you stand your ground and fight ?”
Well, for starters, when I fought that large mass of the
undead that was caught on those fifteen minutes of footage, I had no other
choice. They wouldn’t open the gates and allow us to get to safety. Also, those
zombies had just gone through a pretty decent sized explosion. They weren’t
exactly in top condition, and it still almost killed me.
The mass of shamblers I was charging into were in as good a
shape as zombies can hope to be, and by that I mean that they were all
functioning at high levels.
“ So they were all
trying to eat you ?”
Exactly, but before they could eat me, they had to catch me.
That was the trick to the whole thing as far as I could figure. If I let any of
them grab on to me and slow me down, I was a goner. I mentioned last time that
I dropped my rifle. Well, it was still connected to me by the shoulder strap.
The zombies grabbed it almost immediately. There I was, hauling as much ass as
I could, right through the middle of them and all of a sudden I felt the yank
around my neck. I had to cut the strap with my Cold Steel Recon 1 knife.
After that, I began to hack and slash my way through them
once again. Yet the damage was already done. They had managed to slow me down
too much and I couldn’t build up any more speed.
The next thing I knew, they had grabbed a hold of my
backpack which was attached to my tactical vest. I didn’t want to lose my
tactical vest, especially under those circumstances; it had that wonderful
little bite collar to protect my neck. I just didn’t really have much of a
choice. I undid all the buckles in rapid fire and let the dirty bastards yank
it off of me.
All during this, I never once stopped moving forward. They
may have slowed me down considerably, but they were never able to stop me.
Those cold dead fingers kept on reaching and grabbing, but I kept on moving.
Somehow, I even retained my hat.
When things got bad enough, when the zombies were so thick
that I was no longer able to push forward, I abruptly changed direction. I
stopped charging into them and instead, after ducking low and taking out the
legs of the few shamblers on my left, I headed up the road instead of across.
It was a brilliant move on my part. I wish I could say that I planned on doing
it from the get go.
Regardless, it worked. The way ahead cleared up almost immediately.
The mass was also so determined to run me down that they completely forgot
about my teammates. I ran for all I was worth up the road. I had plenty of
cardio to give this group the chase of their lives and then leave them in the
dust when they were far enough away from my buddies.
And then I just about froze in my
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