[Posted by Ted H]
Christmas season has finally passed, meaning I'm allowed to have a life that isn't entirely work! Lucky me! Maybe I'll get some writing done if it isn't too much trouble...
*ring! ring!*
Hello?......uh, sure, I guess I can totally come in to work on my day off because other people don't want to show up and no one else wants to come in...
What was I saying?
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[Race for Safe Haven - Gas Station Adventure]
Rhett drove through town to scenes
of abandoned cars and building and the dead roaming everywhere. The radio
played nothing but static as Rhett scoured the airwaves in search of the
broadcast Jake had told him about. He scolded himself for not getting the
station from his friend while he could. This whole mission he and Jake were on
would weigh a lot less on him if he knew that the major shelter in California
was still standing. He badly wanted to dismiss the notion in his head that
there was no safe place anywhere, and he and Jake were looking in vain.
The easiest way into the city
was via the highway, but every entrance was gridlocked with abandoned vehicles
and even more of the dead. Some even had road blocks set up in an apparent
effort to keep the dead away. Eventually, Rhett grew tired of having to back
out of onramps and settled for taking the back roads to get into Syracuse.
The neighborhood scenes on the
way to the city were appalling. Fires had been burning unchecked in some
houses, bodies were littered all over lawns, mostly devoured, in some cases
only a pile of bones. Dismembered corpses were crawling and dragging themselves
into the street at the sight of Rhett's approaching red SUV.
At the outskirts of the city
was a shopping mall, once billed as the Mecca of Upstate New York shopping, now
a hollow shell, part of it blown down from an unknown explosion, the rest
sinking into the unstable ground beneath. Rhett wondered as he passed if the
zombie apocalypse was the only thing going on, or if only a few weeks
abandonment really could spell the doom for some modern amenities. He altered
his way into the city various times because of the police barricades near the
mall.
Rhett's dashboard indicated
that he was running low on gas. He had enough to get to the shelter location,
but not much after that, and Rhett had a feeling he might need to drive beyond
the dome. He detoured his route in search of a gas station. "I don't know
this fucking part of town," he mumbled to himself as he searched, going
slow enough to get a good look down each intersection but fast enough to not
let any wandering dead reach his car.
"Finally," he said
as he stopped short at a crossing and turned left down a street. He felt lucky
that everything near the station was quiet. "Too quiet," he said with
a smirk as he stopped by a pump and got out, tossing his hat next to the
shotgun. He took a deep breath and threw the gas mask over his face. His vision
was slightly distorted, but everything was otherwise fine. The lights on the
pump were active, meaning the station was working off an independent generator.
He grabbed a hose and tried to pump gas, but nothing came out.
"Credit or pre pay
inside" flashed on the screen as Rhett swore and reached for his wallet,
instinct being the only reason he had it on him anyway. "Where the
hell..." he trailed off as he searched for his credit card before he
stopped and slapped himself in the head. "Fucking bar," he said as he
pushed his wallet back into his pants.
He looked into the gas station
and looked for movement inside. Merchandise and sale advertising posters
covered most of the view. He shrugged and reached into his belt and retrieved
his handgun. If there was anything inside, ten bullets were more than enough to
handle things. He wanted his hands free, so he left the shotgun behind. He
wasn't planning to take long anyway. The entrance was automated, the doors
opened before him as he approached to reveal nothing inside waiting for him, at
least not in the open.
As he entered, a bell rung
above the door and Rhett readied himself. He checked around quickly and saw
nothing move; the place was empty. He jumped behind the register and stopped at
the sight of the cigarettes and lighters. Rhett had quit a few years ago, but
now decided that cancer was a preferable demise to whatever the apocalypse had
in store. He grabbed a couple packs and a disposable lighter. He had packed his
old lighter, but more fire was never a bad idea.
"Now then," Rhett
said as he turned his attention to the cash register. Usually when he paid for
gas in cash, the clerk would type something into the register and magically, to
Rhett, gas would become pumpable. "Maybe there's a code or
something...Shit, what pump number was I?...Fuck it," Rhett said as he
wandered back outside in search of a zombie. People usually die with their
wallets, and his plan now was to use someone else's credit card.
To Rhett's dismay when he
stepped out, a fairly large hoard had followed him on his trip for gas and had
now caught up. His initial instinct was to get to his car and drive off, but
the gas issue was still unresolved. This might be his last good chance for gas.
He made a break for the car; he needed his shotgun. In the rush for the car
though, and because of his limited vision from the gas mask, he failed to see a
zombie step out from behind the car. Just as he was about to enter the car, it
reached out and grabbed his mask, causing Rhett to recoil back.
The mask pulled off of Rhett as
he frantically raised his gun and shot the zombie right in the middle of its
forehead. The shot echoed through the area. anything that wasn't aware of his
presence would now give him their full attention. He turned back to see more
zombies had closed the gap to him and he knew he didn't have any time to get
into his car for the shotgun. He had to lead them away first. He took off back
for the station. There was no room to go elsewhere and Rhett hoped he could
lose them through the back and circle around for the shotgun.
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December 28, 2014
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