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packed up quickly, and was on the trail in just a few minutes, chomping on some breakfast bars I had along with me. Honey Nut Cheerios bars. I wonder just how many of those I have back home. I wonder if I would be exaggerating if I said over ten thousand of those bars.
    I had originally set this day aside to explain the second part of the end of the world ; the part that actually set humanity back. Well, nearly all the way. Instead, it seems, I decided to witness a little more of the zombie horde on my own.
    My hike went really well. A nice cool morning greeted me as I took to the Blue Ridge Parkway , headed towards Asheville. There was not a single breeze in the air and everything was very silent this morning; a little different than the past few days.
    About seven miles down the road, there’s  a trail that veers off south, down off the mountains, headed in a somewhat southeasterly direction, in as much as a trail can go. It drops off really fast, until you get to a creek that my maps said was called Fletcher Creek. From there the creek joins into Mills River, which hits up the French Broad. You can then use the French Broad to navigate yourself to either Hendersonville, or head north and reach Asheville. You can even follow it into Tennessee, if you somehow needed to get there, and you had no maps. I tend to follow the rivers, mainly because it provides me with water, and it keeps me a bit off the beaten path.
    Zombies like to stay on nice , easy to traverse paths. Interstate 26 is like a river of rotting and walking flesh.
    My overall plan was to head into Hendersonville, rummage around, see if anyone was alive, and hopefully, not get myself mauled to death by dead people.
    My hike went really well. And by well, I mean that it was devoid of zombies. That was, until I started getting into the farmland that the Mills River was spilling through. At this point, it was really hard to avoid the houses that dotted the countryside.
    Towards five in the afternoon, I began to think about perhaps finding one of these homes and making it my shelter for the night. I had no problems sleeping out in the open up in the mountains, but down here, I much preferred being in a lockable room. One with a basement was preferable, but not all of the houses here had them.
    I spotted a two story house almost right up against the river. This would provide me with easy water access. The only problem was, as I neared the house, there were  two dead, yet not quite dead, people on the top balcony on the front of the house. One was stuck on something; ropes or chains. He was a man; maybe an older man when alive. The ropes or chains were snagged around his legs, and pulled up and tied on something on the wall. This left him half dangling as he clawed at the porch railing. The other was a smaller person, so maybe a woman, or just, a small person. I couldn’t tell anymore. She, or he, well, really it, was on its feet, but as it walked back and forth on the balcony, it kept getting tripped up by the others arms. The whole scene was somewhat comical.
    I was in a bit of a quandary , as I really didn’t feel like continuing my search for a nice house for the evening, but, I really didn’t have any good way of dealing with them. I didn’t have a gun.
    Yes, here I am, living out the end of the world populated by dead human bodies that want nothing more than to tear you to pieces, and I have no gun.
    The problem, without getting into much detail, is that I completely stink at using a gun. I understand the mechanism; point and shoot. I know very little past that. I don’t know how to clean guns, or take them apart and put them together again. To top it all off, my biggest fear is that somehow I’ll shoot myself. So, I have avoided having a firearm on me for quite some time.
    Back at the house, there is one room completely dedicated to firearms. It’s like a room for movie props. MK somethings and AR other things. Tons of cool names, like Desert Eagles and