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Chaos Day – Part 4

Friday, April 24th, 2009

by Joe Miller

We pull into this Shell station in Humble, Texas.  The lights were half on, there was no one around.  The Kid pulls up to the pump, I circle around looking for any of the infected. It looked clear so I park at an angle in front. I asked Seth to take up watch. He grabbed a Mossberg and took up position. I walked back to Robbie and the Excursion. He got out while Andy popped up through the sunroof with another shotgun. I swiped he card for The Kid and he tried to pump the gas but some bonehead had tripped the emergency cut-off. I tried to reset it, but it didn’t work. The Kid told me that the pump was reading “Emergency Cut-Off tripped. Please See Attendant to Reset”.

I told the kid to come with me and told Scream to take the pump. I grabbed one of the shotguns and told Andy to cover the girl and yelled at Seth to cover everyone. The Kid and I headed to the mini-mart. I kept the shotgun up and was very careful. I noticed the windows were broken out and there was a body just inside the poorly lit store. I told the Kid to stay behind me and keep an eye on our flanks. When we got to the door, I asked him to prop it open with a landscaping stone that was close by. I didn’t want to have to deal with a door if things went south.

We went in and looked at the body which, it turns out, had three obvious gunshot wounds in the stomach. He had, until recently, been an employee of the station. I crossed over to the counter on the left. I looked over and saw that it was clear. I told him to go figure out the switch, which he did, then he set the pump up for Scream to pump gas. She started pumping. I got an idea and asked The Kid to see if there were any cigarettes. I don’t smoke, not anymore, but I figured if this thing goes on for more than two weeks, smokes will be golden. He looked up at the overhead rack, someone had cleaned it out.

I was looking around the store for other useful items. The beer cooler was empty, sodas were gone, chips and candy had been raided. I spied some jerky so I went over to it to load it up when Robbie said he found some smokes. All in all there were about 40 cartons of various brand names. He loaded up some bags and I grabbed all the food I could when from the back some dude came running at The Kid. He started swinging away. He hit it a couple times to make it stagger back, the third time he hit it, the thing fell down, half his head caved in but he still tried to get up. I yelled at Robbie to get back, I fired a shell at its head and that was that.

We started to egress the store when another person came shuffling out of the back. This was a Frito-Lay delivery man. He was holding his neck which was bleeding. He talked so we figured he was ok. Robbie didn’t want to get anywhere near him. I told him to get some medical supplies and toss them to the poor guy. The guy begged for help and Robbie told him he would be better off killing himself. The guy seemed to take offense to that, but I had to agree with Robbie. I kept the shotgun on him as we backed out of the store, Robbie watching out exit. We got back to the trucks just in time for Tux to tell us that there are a couple of infected coming up from behind us. We got in and started out. The Excursion had a couple more climb on it. Andy took care of them.

I got up on the freeway, and dodged a few cars. We were hauling ass south when we got to the Airport off ramp, we noticed a mob at the turn onto the airport grounds. There were a couple of APCs and a ton of cops blocking off the airport. It looked like it could get ugly quick. We didn’t need to turn so we continued south. About two miles to 610 we see a barricade. We slowed down but sliding to a stop. There was a massive pile up, but one side looked like we could get by. A semi skidded behind us and blocked the road. We were about to use the winch to pull a small car out when we saw about 10 of them come after us.

Miss Ellie, Why I bought her.

Friday, April 17th, 2009

I bought Miss Ellie because I saw her and fell in love. She was this old rusting bucket that was named Pacific Hunter. I found out she was built as a cutter in 1927 and looked her up. She has a long career lasting into the 60s. Someone bought her used her to fish for a while, then sold her. Her last owner started her conversion to a yacht. He ran out of money and I had some to spare. I picked her up for a fraction of her value and have spent years restoring her.

I didn’t convert her to be green or anything. I just wanted a self sufficient system that could take me around the world where my only cost would be port fees and food. As it turns out I had a few connections that helped me get the technology and I love doing the work myself. It is my passion.

I named her Miss Ellie because I wanted to honor both her Coast Guard heritage and to Honor Texas. Her name in Coast Guard Service was Ewing after a Sectary of the Treasury. Ewing was the family name on Dallas… so Miss Ellie, the mother…that seemed the perfect name.

Chaos Day – Part Three

Monday, April 6th, 2009

The little girl, Rikki (aka Scream), was messing with the TV. She got a newscast from Fox 26. They were saying that Governor P had declared martial law to try and quell the rioting. The said that everyone had till 8 PM to get home and barricade themselves in. Anyone out after that would be shot on sight by the police or the National Guard, which Pretty Perry was ordering in. That gave us less than an hour and forty-five minutes to get to safety. We couldn’t stay at Buck’s because the fire was rapidly headed this way. I had planned on taking the trails to the lake and following the river down but that would take way too much time. We would have to make a speed run. With all the stuff I was busy collecting we were going to need another vehicle.

I must have said something out loud because The Kid volunteered to go “acquire one”. He asked for a couple of tools and took off. I told Tuxedo to go with him, but I guess he didn’t hear me. I was in the workshop at this time and started grabbing anything I thought might be useful during the next few weeks. Tux sharpened his axe head and helped himself to one of Buck’s chainsaws. Seth was busy opening the radios and getting them all on the same frequency.

I fired up Buck’s HAM radio and called ET. It took him a few minutes to answer, but he did answer. He was OK, Miss Ellie was OK too. He told me Gereth was there with him. I told Eddie to get under way and head North up the ship channel and maintain station off of pier 23. And I told them not to let any other boats near Miss Ellie. I was figuring a speed rundown I-59 to 610 and hit the ship channel. I was thinking maybe taking 1960 across Lake Houston to 1233 down to the Lynchburg Ferry, but that would put us in a hell of a bottle neck and I don’t know if we could tie up to load our loot.

I got that all worked out with ET and Gereth so I started packing all I could think of. About that time the girl came into the shed and handed Tuxedo and I each a two-way radio. She went off to give The Kid one. A few minutes later we heard her screaming. Again.

Tux and I raced out of the shed and cut up to the front yard. We saw The Kid and Screamer high tailing it into the front of Buck’s house, chased by three of the infected. Tux pulled out a Glock and fired several rounds at the one that was banging on the dining room window glass. I fired at the closest one while Tux took on the other. After a few rounds from both our pistols they both went down. We called out that we were coming in. Seth Had one of the shotguns at the ready.

The fire was getting closer, so we decided to get the hell out of there. Seth and I would take my truck with Seth taking shotgun (a Mossberg), and The Kid would drive the newly acquired Excursion while Tuxedo took shotgun and Scream would be in the back with the gear. We loaded up everything we could fit and that we thought would be useful. With that out of control fire headed this way, I didn’t think the house would stand anyway.

We had to follow a ditch then ford it to get out of the subdivision. We crossed back over and got onto Cypresswood. We had to dodge and swerve a few wrecks. At one point I saw an Infected hanging on to the Excursion, Tux stood up in the sunroof and took care of it with a road flare and a machete. Quite creative thinking, if you ask me. When we got to Treshwig, I was thinking about headed down to Carter’s Country to see what we could find, but The Kid pointed out that if the staff were still alive, they wouldn’t be too receptive of guests. I had to agree.

We got onto 1960 and made a speed run to Humble. I heard the others (via the radio) talking about how weird it was to be near the airport and not see or hear planes. I guess I didn’t spend enough time on that part of town for me to notice the difference. We were just about in Humble when The Kid calls up and tells me that the car he stole was low on gas. Great. Just Frakking Great.

Chaos Day – Part Two

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

by Joe Miller

Well, it wasn’t all that good. But let me start where I left off. We decided to head to my Brother Buck’s house. On the way there was a school bus crash and it was being swarmed. There were wrecks all over the place. A gas station cooked off like it was in the middle of Baghdad or something. I was swerving left and right, Robbie looked kinda pale and Seth was hanging on for dear life. A couple of the things came up and tried to climb on at the points where I had to slow down. Seth took care of most of them, but the kid was pretty good with Sue Ellen’s tire iron. We dodged a few more wrecks and bingo we were on I-45 north. I was about to hit the 2920/Spring-Cypress exit when I saw a semi over turned at the exit. I had the Sue Ellen in 4×4 so I eased her down the embankment at the Cypresswood Drive overpass and on to the feeder.

Seth asked (through the pass through window) about how much ammo I had. I thought about it and told him we could pick some up at Wal-Mart. I pulled into the parking lot, the one at Louetta and 45, and there we saw a mob at the front doors. It was open, but there was a riot going on. I told the kids to hang on and I drove to the back, to the automotive bay. It’s right near sporting goods and we could avoid the panic at the main doors. I pulled in nearly hitting a Malibu in the bay, but managed to avoid it.

We got out carefully looking around. I locked Sue Ellen up. Last thing I wanted to do is come out and not have my car. Anyway we went in the door and saw the greeter…on the floor, being chewed on by several cannibals. He wasn’t moving and they didn’t seem to see us s o we let them be. We quietly got inside and saw a tall guy in a tuxedo swinging a nice 9 iron at a group of girl scouts who were, like all the others, covered in blood and pale as death. They had him surrounded. He hit one and the others would charge. He was holding them off for now. I lined up and shot one in the head, Seth went to town with that stick thing he had, the Kid grabbed a bat from the shelf and made like Jose Cruz on one of the girls while Tuxedo was free to deal with one and drove the nine iron into the poor little girls head. I briefly wondered if there is a penalty for using an iron in a drivers place.

After a brief introduction I decided that there would be safety in numbers, to a point, so I asked him if he wanted to come with us, he said yes. We set about collecting some supplies. After hearing on the radio on the way over that we should shelter in place and that it would take several weeks we decided to get loaded up. I sent Robbie to collect a few shopping carts while Seth and I got the keys to the Ammo cabinet and gun locker. I grabbed a few shotguns and rifles, Seth was getting batteries and some walkie-talkies. Robbie came back with the carts and we started loading up. We got all the ammo for the firearms I had picked up, some .40 for my pistol. We also got some camping gear, some food, drinks, seeds (the new guy insisted and we had to scoot around a fight anyway).

As moved along the back over to the food section I got jumped by a former lay-a-way worker who was crazed. She knocked me down and was wailing on me. I didn’t think that a little old lady could hit that hard. I was sure I felt her arm break on one hit to my head. About the time I was freaking out, the kid swung his bat at the right side of her head as Seth kicked the left. I didn’t see it but it was described to me as if her head popped like a balloon. All I know is I was covered in gore. I liked to puke all over the shoe department. I staggered over an isle or two and there I saw some liquids on the shelf. I opened several of them up and rinsed off. It was pedia-lite. I was sticky the rest of the day.

Our new friend, Andy, he turned out to be a Logger from Oregon, picked up a couple double headed axes from hardware and some whetstones. He was damn good with it and was able to put a couple of the creeps down with ease. I stopped at the sporting goods register and I rang up five thousand and swiped my Discover card. Hell if this all blows over I will have a shit-load of Sky-Miles. On our way out he broke the window of a sweet Vette in the service bay, and pulled out his pistol. I was liking this guy more and more. We loaded up Sue Ellen and I backed her out. Seth was screaming at me to go faster, but I wasn’t about to wreck and get stuck. We drove out to Louetta behind the complex. It was refreshingly deserted.

I got to the main road and saw the back gates to Splashtown burst open. Out poured a bunch of the rioters, I turned right and floored it. We got to the light at Aldine Westfield and I took the turn a little too fast, the back of the truck, even with all the crap we loaded in was still light. Seth and Andy shouted at me to be more careful. I hooked a left onto Cypresswood and gunned Sue Ellen down the four lane wooded road. I noticed a butt load of smoke and when we rounded the first curve we saw the source. Twin Creeks Middle was fully engulfed. There were no fire trucks in sight. There were also several houses across the street on fire.

I got to Bradbury Forest and turned on it, ignoring the light. I had to jump on the breaks almost I as soon as I pulled through the turn. There was a bike in the street and several of the rioters were eating, I know, it’s gross but that is what it was. They were literally eating some little girl, I mean chewing and swallowing the whole nine yards. Anyway, there was another kid on her bike riding away. The rioters were busy with dead one this other kid was flying away, I thought that bike was going to take flight. She slowed, stopped and looked back at the other girl. You can tell she was scared and crying.

While she was looking back several adults, that had this virus crap, were moving in on her. I jumped on the gas and hit the closest one. I hopped out and kicked the closest one to the girl, well kicked at that one. It grabbed my foot. I grinned, feeling all cocky, I raised my Berretta. I squeezed the trigger and nothing happened. I was out. Damn it. Robbie opened the door the girl jumped in and was screaming something in a high pitch squeal that pierced my ears. I fell back and Robbie took off. By falling back I managed to get out of the guys grasp. I rolled over and looked at the truck, thinking about how I was going to kill that kid. Three more were moving up on me. Sue Ellen swung around and headed bac at me like a bullet. Two rifle blasts fired over the cab and two of the rioters went down, the two closest to me. As I watched, all I could think was, I love that boy.

The Kid did another skidding boot-legers turn and stopped with the passenger door facing me. It flew open and I dove in. I landed on the girl, the beer and The Kid. Even before I landed The Kid was punching it. I heard the door slam shut. I told Robbie where to go…not there…but how to get to my brother, Buck’s house.

We got there and I popped the code into the garage door’s key pad. Both Buck’s truck and Cindy’s car was gone. I got a Miller out of the fridge and popped it open. I told everyone to grab something cold. The Lumberjack pointed out the fire was spreading and headed this way, and the wind was driving it. I called Buck’s cell and got the three tone. I hung up and spotted Cindy’s phone on the kitchen counter, right next to her Marlboro 100 lights, as always. I…I …I picked it up and used the direct connection Walkie-talkie feature. I got Buck. He was relieved to hear from me. He said that I needed to get the hell out of the state, he said “Alas Babylon” like in the book. I knew what that meant. He said they got Cindy that the fuckers got her and… then there were gun shots and I heard him scream. Then the phone dropped. Not dropped like the call dropped but like the phone hitting the pavement. The next thing we heard, I say we because I had it on speaker, the next thing we heard was…was… the sounds of the zombies….yes I said zombies…eating, ripping flesh and making that moaning-growling sound. I lost it. I threw the phone at the fire place. It shattered. I scared the hell out of that little girl. I reached under the counter to the right of the sink where Buck kept the booze. I grabed the Canadian Hunter and poured a triple. I took it straight and fast. I then offered the bottle to all present. No one took me up on it. I guess when your facing real shit you find out who your friends are.

I handed the bottle to Seth and went to the bed room, to Buck’s huge walk in closet, to where the gun safe is. I opened it and cleaned it out. Seth, the Kid and Paul Bunyan came to help. We got all Buck’s firearms as well as the family collection. We then went to the living room. Paul looked at the window and announced we had about 20 minutes before the fire reached here. I told them of my plan. We had about an hour till curfew but Miss Ellie was over 40 miles away. I said we could use the 4 wheel muddin’ trails to get to the creek, follow it to Lake Houston and follow the San Jacinto river to the bay where Miss Ellie was waiting. They asked if the truck would make it. I said I am sure it could, it would be tight, but with one of Buck’s 4 wheelers in front and one behind we could. We hooked it all up, cleaned out his work shop and got ready to set out.