Re: Knee deep in it.....
Zoe was sitting on a tall chair at the counter in a very fancy kitchen. She had been lucky, the house hadn't been looted. Probably because of its exterior she thought. The house was old and the outside looked it; chipped paint, warped boards, cracked windows, crumbling sidewalk.
When she had slipped in through a broken window she found the place was a post-modern artwork on the inside. All stainless steel and ceramic tiles. There were several corpses covered in quilts in the garage that had been there for months, maybe from the first days of the apocalypse. The rest of the house was empty, dusty, and miraculously untouched.
In the kitchen she had found canned goods that were in good shape; corn, potatoes, peas, green beans, chili, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken noodle soup, peaches, pears, olives, diced tomatoes. There were boxes of crackers, pop-tarts, noodles, rice in boil-in bags, stove-top stuffing mix, instant mashed potatoes, and jiffy baking mix. Her big find were the drinks and candy; bottled water, canned sodas, jugs of apple and grapefruit juice, and a bag of those little candy bars. In this particular case those candy bars were baby ruth, hershey's chocolate, nestle crucnh, and butter finger.
Grabbing some bottled water and a can of spaghetti and meatballs for a quick meal with high calories, Zoe found her to the tall kitchen counter. She was looking over the last issue of American Home Journal when she heard the gunfire. She stood and went to the window, food in hand, to look around. Down the street towards that little church along the north bypass she saw people embroiled in a big gunfight.
Her heart sank and she toyed with the idea of going down there to help out however she could. But, three near-miss rapes and an unknown number of times she had risked her own life, literally and not figuratively, had left Zoe more cautious than bold. She watched, finishing of the food and water, from the safety of her window.
The church was maybe two hundred yards down the street. The undead were constantly on the march. Many passed by her window without noticing her standing there. It was weird, the people at the church where fighting a three sided battle of sorts. She wished her view wasn't from behind the church so she could see more of what was going on. Maybe she could gauge the people, determine which side was the good guys. Or if either side was.
After a while a third party joined in the fighting from further down the road. She couldn't tell much about them either, they were nearly out of her field of view and at least three hundred yards away. Suddenly there was a huge explosion that took by complete surprise. So much so that she nearly pissed herself.
Soon people started running out the back of the church. Then almost as quickly they stopped and a pair of men approached from the distant point in her field of view. One of the two mean began talking with several of the people that fled the church and Zoe had the idea that they knew each other pretty well.
And then, unexpectedly, one the people from the church gunned down the man who had walked up and began talking to the others. So, what, were they not friends. Even as the thought passed through her mind several people gunned down the man who did the shooting as others rushed over the man who was shot. Zoe grinned, she was a doctor turned combat medic and that man had just taken at least half a dozen gunshots at close range.
'Damn!' passed through her thoughts moments later when the people stood the man up again. He was cradling his left arm close to his chest and seemed sluggish but soon they were all getting ready to go again. Good body armor, Zoe thought, good body armor. The undead were massing in numbers that actually frightened her for their safety. It was the explosion and gunfire, she knew. She thought about going back to her magazine so she wouldn't have to witness the group survive a gunfight to only be eaten alive.
In the distance behind them a person drove up in Jeep honking and swerving. It dawned on her that he was luring the undead away. It worked pretty well too. Soon enough the band of survivors was motivating on foot as the Jeep slowly drug an ever growing mob of undead away. She wondered where they were going.
On impulse and driven by fear of being alone again, Zoe ran to the bedroom and came back with pillow cases. Quickly filling them with canned goods, boxes, and bottles of water she soon filled all four. A thought struck, she looked out the window and saw the people cross the four lane and drop off the ridge on the other side and made a note of where to look to find them. Running through the house she came to a room she had previously dismissed.
The room was full of mounted trophies from a lifetime of hunting. There was an empty gun safe, but there was a full closet. In there she found three things she could use; a backpack, binoculars, and a camouflage poncho. Running to her stuff she quickly filled the backpack, donned the back and the poncho, hung the binoculars around her neck, and slipped out the back door.
There were still a lot of undead. She had to pick and choose a rather winding route to get through them. But in time she made her way to the side of the bypass where the others had descended. Using the binoculars she soon found signs of the group's passing up a hill about a hundred yards ahead. It looked like someone had stomped footsteps into the soft soil for the group to ascend the steep ridge. That was good, she would use them too.
Their path led her to a paved road near the local Health Department of Dalton. Kneeling she used the binoculars again and was surprised to see up along the road about a half mile ahead that there was a knot of people talking among themselves next to the Police Services Center. Then she noticed the Jeep. It was them, the one from the church.
Sighing she swallowed her fears, removed the poncho so her uniform and medic's armband would show, and began walking towards the people with empty hands. She was pretty sure that her heart would simply give out before she got there. She hadn't been this anxious since the last time she was in the room with those National Guard troops that tried to take over Dalton.
"One foot in front of the other." Zoe said aloud to herself. "Just don't stop walking."
"Holy shit!" Someone said and pointed.
"Hey! Look at that' its girl." A young man said as he stepped from the others.
"Girl hell! That there is an Army combat medic." Another man said, older and kind looking. "Hello there. Hey, someone go get the others."