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.