Hey all here is but a small sample to whet your whistle! Please remember this has not been edited in any shape way or form and is really in its roughest drafts at the moment so place forgive any issues. Other than that I hope you enjoy it. Would have loved to add a bit more but we started getting in to spoiler territory. Obviously if you haven’t read up through ZF8 this might not want to be where you start!
The ride back from North Carolina was as emotionally high as I can remember being since the zombies had come. What I felt going forward would always be tempered with the losses we’d suffered along the way. So the baseline would be a lot lower to start with, it was an evil born from the devastation. Still though to feel elation, love, accomplishment, just the mere fact of being alive, healthy and among friends and family was nearly beyond words. Of course it was short lived and false but we had it in our grasp if only for a moment. We did not tempt fate much on that trip, we topped all the vehicles off with gas and everything else that even remotely resembled a liquid container so we would not have to stop again. We took shifts driving and in 24 hours we had gone from reunion to pulling into my brothers long lonely stretch of dirt roadway.
There was a moment as we were coming in that I felt I was hallucinating. My Jeep my awesomely beautiful fire engine red Jeep was parked off to the side. But that wasn’t possible. There was no way in hell anyone would risk their lives to go cross country to retrieve it. As nuts as I sometimes could get, the thought of doing this would never cross my mind. Okay wait that’s a falsehood. I have thought about it, I’ve also thought about riding a whale and eating 36 hot dogs none of which I would actually carry out to the liability phase. And to be honest I would be pissed at whoever had done it here. To what fucking point?
“Mike?” Tracy had asked as I walked around the Jeep.
“Yup it’s mine.”
“Well there’s still Henry drool down the back windshield, I’m sure I could get that DNA tested. But unless someone is really into master pranks I’m not sure how they could have known what license plate to put on. I had Marine Corps plates. When the state of Colorado offered them I was like ‘Hell yeah!’ Figured I was even going to get a little discount on them for my time in the service, gotta admit I was a little let down when they charged ten dollars more for them. I opened up the side door dog smell came out. Henry was barking like mad as BT took him out and placed him on the ground. He rushed over to me and placed his paws on the running board. this was my cue to pick his ass up and place him inside. He started sniffing like someone had rubbed bacon all over the back seat.
His stub of a tail would alternate from swinging back and forth wildly to going stiff as a board when he came to certain scents he wasn’t sure about or did not like.
“Who did this?” BT asked.
“Someone that knew it was there.” I looked up to Ron’s house. It was just now I was noticing it was dark and I saw no movement. We hadn’t come in beeping horns and playing rock music loudly but still it was three cars in a world gone silent. We would have been heard for miles. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, had my Jeep been used as a Trojan horse? But those particular enemies were dead. Weren’t they?
Chapter One – Mike Journal Entry 1
“Weapons.” I said as silently as I could yet letting everyone know.
The mood changed suddenly and without question. Within a few seconds everyone was on high alert we had a loose circle formed and a complete perimeter covered.
“Dad what are we looking for?” Travis asked.
“Anything out of the ordinary.”
I could feel his questioning gaze without even turning to look. The entire world was out of the ordinary.
“You know what I mean.” I barely explained. “Let’s move closer.” I told the group. “Be careful for booby traps or land mines.”
“Hand mimes? They’re the best. One was so good I actually walked into the wall he was trying to get around.” Trip was for some reason carrying Henry.
We were a good twenty yards from Ron’s house. We had already got by the thick sharpened wooden poles entrenched into the ground at a zombie piercing angle. Next came a heavy chain link fence. Beyond that were the deep and narrow death trenches we’d carved into the ground. Then was Ron’s house from our angle we were staring into the gaping wound that was the burned out basement above that was a deck and it was from there I saw my first bit of movement. I gripped my rifle tighter if that was even possible.
“Mike?” We almost said it at the same time.
“Is it safe?” I asked pointing to the ground to get to him. He looked sad, defeated maybe. I hoped it was just tiredness. He smiled when he saw us, hugged and kissed everyone as well but I noticed the warmth never reached his eyes. He was holding onto something that had an icy grip on his heart. It was Justin that got the first hint of what was going on.
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