July 12, 2015

Race for Safe Haven - Spot-a-zombie

[Posted by Ted H]

So a store inventory is upcoming. The night before is prep for the grand event, lasting until 11pm....the inventory starts the next morning at 6am. That's 7 hours between events, not counting if the prep goes beyond 11, and not counting any driving to and from home, and also assuming I can fall right to sleep and wake up and go without fail....OR I can go to a strip club and grab a bite at Dennys before going right into the event without sleep.......I think we all know what my choice will be...

So what I'm trying to say is, next weeks update is dubious at best what with the work I'm doing this next weekend...


[Race for Safe Haven - Spot-a-zombie]

            "34," Jason said while looking out his window. "Steve?" Tara called out. "Confirmed," Steve replied. "Fuck," Tara said as he focused on looking out her own window. "Tell me again what the prize is?" Rhett asked. "Winners choice," Tara said. "35," Jason said with a chuckle. "No fucking way," Tara said. "Sorry, Tara. Confirmed," Steve said. "Fuck!" Tara said louder.
            Boredom had overtaken the group in Rhett's car. Tara and Jason had devised a little game of spotting zombies from each side of the road they were facing. The game was simple: you see it, call it and hope your score was higher than the other players score. It had started off smoothly enough, until both sides accused the other of cheating. They were on the verge of blows until Steve mediated.
            Now, every called zombie had to be confirmed by Steve because neither Tara nor Jason wanted to look away from their side to check to see if the zombie call by the other was legitimate. Scores were reset of course, to much complaining from Tara who had been winning to that point. Jason had now taken a sizable lead.
            "19!" Tara called.
            "I don't see it," Steve said "Sorry."
            "Are you fucking kidding me? It was right there!" Tara protested.
            "Should I turn around and go back for it?" Rhett asked as Jason laughed.
            "No," Tara said "Because then it'll be on Jason's side and he'll get the point."
            "Yeah, Rhett, turn around!" Jason said "Oh, and 36."
            "Fuck you!" Tara yelled "Jason's got a wide open field and I have to pick my zombies out of the woods!"
            "You wouldn't be saying that if you were winning," Jason said.
            "There! 19!" Tara called, ignoring Jason's point."
            "Confirmed," Steve said dejectedly, apparently looking forward to rejecting Tara's attempt at a point.
            "I'll come back, just you wait! See? Two more! 20 and 21!"
            "No way," Jason said.
            "Mmm," Steve mumbled as he looked to where Tara pointed "I'll give you one on that. I'm pretty sure the other was a tree."
            "Fuck you, a tree? Seriously?" Tara protested "I think you're cheating for him."
            "Don't start this again," Jason complained.
            "There is no way I should be losing all of a sudden!"
            "Calm down, Jesus," Rhett yelled.
            "37!" Jason yelled.
            "Rhett, you need to confirm for me from now on," Tara said.
            "Rhett's driving," Steve reasoned.
            "I can do both," Rhett said.
            "21," Tara yelled, Desperation setting in "I'll punch your head if you reject that."
            "Um..." Steve said as he looked "Yeah, I'll give you that."
            "Don't let her threaten you," Jason said "Call 'em as you see 'em."
            "No, it was there," Steve decided.
            "Fuck yeah," Tara said, celebrating the fact that she wasn't losing as bad as she was a few seconds ago.
            "You're getting a little intense there, Tara," Rhett said with a smile.
            "I am not losing this game," Tara said, more to pump herself up rather than talking to Rhett. "23, 24, 25!" she yelled, almost jumping out of her seat as she pounded at the window. "No way," Jason said. "Wow," Steve said "No, she's right."
            "I'm catching you, mother fucker!" Tara declared.
            "You're still a dozen behind me," Jason said, relaxing in his seat "You'll never catch up."
            "26!" Tara called before kicking Steve's seat as she yelled "And 2 two more for 28!"
            "No way," Jason said as he actually turned away from his window to look at Steve. "Damn," Steve said "That's a lot of them." Everyone looked out the side to see a numerous amount of zombie crawling and shuffling their way out of the woods and into the street after the cars. Rhett had long driven passed by that time.
            "Look at them all!" Jason exclaimed "There's gotta be a dozen more at least."
            "And they're all mine!" Tara said proudly. "No way," Jason said "You never called any of them. It's still 37-28."
            "No!" Tara yelled "I'm calling them right now then!"
            "Can't call the ones already passed," Steve said as he braced for a round of kicks to the back of his seat. "Fuck. You. Mother. Fucker," Tara shouted, kicking the seat with each pause.
            "I changed my mind," Rhett said "Can we not play this game all the way to Albany?" There was silence for a moment in the car, leading Rhett to believe that everyone actually heeded his request. He was wrong.
            The drive continued with the game unhindered. Eventually the score would change to 43-31, still in Jason's favor when Rhett noticed the station wagon up ahead had slowed down. "Put the game on pause," Rhett said as he drove up to the now stationary vehicle ahead. He pulled up alongside the car and rolled his window down as Mike did the same on his end.
            "What's wrong?" he asked.
            "Bridge up ahead is blocked," Mike said as he held up his binoculars.
            "Really?" Rhett asked as he strained his vision to see up ahead. The bridge up ahead was in view and he saw signs posted near it. He could see something in the way on the bridge, and assumed that was blocking passage."
            "We're going to fuel up then try to backtrack," Mike said as Matt got out of the station wagon. "Here?" Rhett asked as he looked back down the road they had come down. There was nothing coming, but he knew that would change sooner rather than later. "We drew a bit of a crowd back there," Rhett said as Mike exited. "Then we fuel fast and get this done sooner," Mike said "How's your gas tank?"
            Rhett checked his gauge. "Half a tank," he said "I'm good for now."
            "No reason to wait," Mike said.
            "Ugh," Rhett said as he switched off his engine and climbed out with the others. "Good to at least stretch your legs," Steve said as he reached out as far as his arms could managed and stretched. "Whatever," Rhett said as he went over and opened his trunk to retrieve a gas can. Mike was looking back while smoking a cigarette and peering with his binoculars.
            "See them coming yet?" Rhett asked as Mike shook his head. "They'll never catch us," he said as he dropped his binoculars, letting them fall harmlessly against his chest tethered to the strap around his neck. Rhett lit up his own cigarette as he pointed to the bridge. "Anything coming from that side?" he asked. Mike shook his head again. "Dead," he said "And even if there were things on there, we're too far back to notice or even reach by time we gas up. Relax."
            "Not the world's most fuel efficient vehicle, is it?" Matt asked as Mike walked by. Rhett went to fill his own gas tank while Tara walked over and grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth. "That's dangerous," she said with a smile as she put it in her mouth and walked away to the station wagon. "Is Jenny okay?" she asked as she looked inside to see the woman crumpled up in the seat. "She's sleeping," Laura said "She's been in a mood all morning."
            "Jenny?" Jason said as he looked at her through the window. She finally peeked her head through the towel and looked out. "You wanna come out for a minute?" he asked, Jenny shook her head. He ran back to Rhett's car and retrieved his bag. He came back with an aspirin and a bottle of water. He opened the other side door and climbed in next to Jenny.
            "He's so sweet sometimes," Tara said as Rhett walked over and plucked his cigarette back from her mouth. "My heart is melting," Rhett said as he looked over to Mike. "I'm full, are we ready?" he asked. Mike shrugged and motioned to Matt, still filling the station wagon. Rhett walked over to see Matt looking up while he filled.
            "What are you looking at?" he asked.
            "I'm looking for helicopters," Matt said.
            "Okay," Rhett said slowly "...Why?"
            "Not just those. Anything in the air really." The gas tank overfilled and started to spill gas along the side of the car. Matt withdrew, but kept looking up as he worked. Rhett looked at him, looked towards Mike with his binoculars, then to Jenny in the car and finally Laura nearby, munching on a bag of junk food she took from the gas station.
            "Do you guys have drugs or something in there I don't know about?" Rhett asked "Because that's just rude not to share." Matt finally looked back at Rhett and shook his head. "I'm not sure Albany is the best course of action anymore," he said. "What makes you think that?" Rhett asked. Matt looked over to Mike to make sure he wasn't looking.
            "I just think that of we're trying to get to Safe Haven, we should just go," Matt said "We should stop wasting time with the pursuit of an out we don't have."
            "What's to say Safe Haven is any different?" Rhett asked.
            "That's an uncomfortable thought," Matt said.
            "Still a possibility."
            "It just seems a place like that, hyped the way it's been, it's just too big to fail."
            "Let's go!" Mike called "I need a change of scenery. Rhett and Matt returned to their respective cars and the group was on the road again. Mike had apparently found a point a ways back to turn and get around the bridge issue. All Rhett knew was it was going to cost them time.
            "How's Jenny?" Rhett asked Jason, who was sitting contently in the back. Jason shrugged. "Okay I guess," he said "She isn't feeling well, I think it's her diet. None of us have been eating all that well." Tara huffed. "Maybe if she was willing to eat real food from abandoned houses, she'd feel better," she said. Steve and Jason laughed. "I don't get it," Rhett said "What's so funny?"
            "You missed it," Steve said.
            "Shut up," Tara said.
            "Tara conceded defeat," Jason said "No way she was going to catch up to me."
            "So?" Rhett asked.
            "I got to name my prize."
            "What did you request?"
            Steve laughed again as Tara folded her arms with an annoyed look. "She flashed us," Jason said with a sly grin.
            "Us?" Rhett asked "What us? You and Steve? What the hell? Where was I?"
            "You were with Mike or Matt," Jason said.
            "I have an adult conversation," Rhett complained "And I miss out on tits for it?"
            "Fuck you both," Tara said as she kicked Steve's seat.
            "You didn't actually have to agree to it," Rhett said.
            "I have no problem with it," Tara said "It's just that I found out afterwards that these two fuck nuggets were in cahoots."
            "Seriously?" Rhett asked "You've compromised the integrity of spot-a-zombie. The game is forever tarnished."
             "Like I said before," Steve said "Borrowed time. I gotta make the most of it."
            "Oh shut up," Tara said "You and your fat pessimism."
            "Yeah Steve," Jason "You're gonna be around forever."
            "Nah, we're all dead," Steve said "Doesn't mean we can't enjoy the trip."

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