When I found the boy, he was wearing a t-shirt with a zombie on it. I can not tell you how hard the irony made me laugh. In world overrun by the living dead, the last thing I expected was to find someone wearing zombie fan tees out in the urban wilderness. The boy didn't look too skinny, despite this being a really swarmed-over area and it being really difficult to forage for anything edible for miles around. If you did anything in a swarmed area like this, you're likely to draw attention from the walkers...and you just don't want that.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was almost out of everything in my sack. I had a sheaf of old crackers that were hardly chewable and a couple of mouthfuls of bleached water in one of my bottles. The boy in the zombie tshirts and I found a quiet place away from the roads and shared what I had. The boy immediately proved me right for picking him up by taking me to a shattered pipe that he had found that is attached directly to a well system. It had been so long since I had anything but stale, chlorinated water that I nearly cried when I tasted how cool and sweet it was. The boy's face lit up when I asked him if he knew any other secret places. He did in fact know of a place untouched by scavengers. It was swarmed with zombies, but he could get us there safely. I thought I had won the lottery by finding this kid.
It is always an agonizing process to move through the city through a swarm. They seem to instinctively bunch together, so the zombies are really thick in some areas and non-existent in others. The bad part is that the only food left to really scavenge is in the swarmed-over areas. The kid in the zombie shirts knew where one of these places was, and I trusted him to lead me there. What a fool I am. It took us two whole days to finally get to our destination, and I was weak from lack of food. When we came through those buildings to see an intersection with three untouched stores on each corner, I couldn't help but drool. The kid explained that we had to make a dash for an opposite alley. There were zombies everywhere, but I trusted him.
He told me to follow him, and I did willingly. Anything to get to that precious food. We raced between two buildings, and then two more. It was far too fast, but I had to believe the boy knew what he was doing. He had a plan. He was the one that was well-fed, so he had to know what he was doing. Even though the zombies had noticed us and were slowly closing in, I had faith...and then he tripped me. I went down hard, and I realized that my ankle was shattered. I wasn't going anywhere. Now I watch the zombies close in, and the boy with the zombie t-shirt's plan became all too clear. He would have plenty of time to forage while the swarm was busy feeding.
The boy with the zombie tshirts joined up with me immediately. I figured you would have to be dumb not to. I was obviously not too scary. I just looked about as lost, hungry, and scared as anyone else who isn't psycho. I had been stuck in this swarmed-over area for days. The problem with moving through a massive swarm of zombies, is that you have to move extremely slow from one point of cover to the next. It could be hours before you see a chance to move to the next building.
I was almost out of everything in my sack. I had a sheaf of old crackers that were hardly chewable and a couple of mouthfuls of bleached water in one of my bottles. The boy in the zombie tshirts and I found a quiet place away from the roads and shared what I had. The boy immediately proved me right for picking him up by taking me to a shattered pipe that he had found that is attached directly to a well system. It had been so long since I had anything but stale, chlorinated water that I nearly cried when I tasted how cool and sweet it was. The boy's face lit up when I asked him if he knew any other secret places. He did in fact know of a place untouched by scavengers. It was swarmed with zombies, but he could get us there safely. I thought I had won the lottery by finding this kid.
It is always an agonizing process to move through the city through a swarm. They seem to instinctively bunch together, so the zombies are really thick in some areas and non-existent in others. The bad part is that the only food left to really scavenge is in the swarmed-over areas. The kid in the zombie shirts knew where one of these places was, and I trusted him to lead me there. What a fool I am. It took us two whole days to finally get to our destination, and I was weak from lack of food. When we came through those buildings to see an intersection with three untouched stores on each corner, I couldn't help but drool. The kid explained that we had to make a dash for an opposite alley. There were zombies everywhere, but I trusted him.
He told me to follow him, and I did willingly. Anything to get to that precious food. We raced between two buildings, and then two more. It was far too fast, but I had to believe the boy knew what he was doing. He had a plan. He was the one that was well-fed, so he had to know what he was doing. Even though the zombies had noticed us and were slowly closing in, I had faith...and then he tripped me. I went down hard, and I realized that my ankle was shattered. I wasn't going anywhere. Now I watch the zombies close in, and the boy with the zombie t-shirt's plan became all too clear. He would have plenty of time to forage while the swarm was busy feeding.
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