ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" Read Online Free Page A
Author: Will Lemen
option," I stated firmly. "And if we run into the Sarge at anytime in the future, he's going to be dead before he hits the ground. Nobody leaves me and my family to die and lives to tell about it if I can help it."
We spent the rest of that day planning our next move, filling up the Hummers with extra rifles, pistols, and ammunition, and generally making ready for the next day's trek.
Fortunately for us, the former Sergeant in charge of the motor pool had been on the ball, and kept the vehicle's fuel tanks filled up using the gas pump located on the property, so we didn't have to stomp over a myriad of decomposing body parts in preparation of the next day's journey after taking our showers.
We were lucky enough to find a soda and snack machine in the building, but not lucky enough to find them unmolested.
It seemed obvious that early on in the zombie invasion, the troops that were staffing this armory left in a big hurry. Only stopping to pillage the machines and lock the doors behind them.
Who knows whether they panicked and ran for the hills, or set out to face the invading hordes as a disciplined military unit?
How and why they left was of no consequence, the fact was, that they had emptied the machines before they did so, leaving us without any of the much-needed sustenance to get us by until we were able to forage for some real food.
But that's the way it is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, some good, some bad, some ugly, mostly bad and ugly.
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THE JOURNEY BEGINS! AGAIN!
"Wake up everyone, rise and shine, the suns already up, we're burning daylight," I cheerfully announced while strapping on my Glock 19.
"I'm awake, and ready to go!" Gin stated grumpily. "I'm so sick of the smell around here, the sooner we leave the better."
"That's my girl, rough and ready," I kidded.
My good mood could have only been brought on by the fact that we were about to leave this god forsaken hellhole of a place.
"Boys, get up we're leaving in just a few minutes," I said, still adjusting my gear.
Slowly both boys started to stir, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and making moaning noises as they stretched.
"What about breakfast?" Jacob asked.
"What about it?" I answered back. "We don't have any food remember, and even if we did, I personally would like to eat somewhere that doesn't smell like road kill, we did enough of that on the Morphadite."
"Me too!" Gin added. "Let's go, the sooner we leave the sooner we can find some food and eat."
The three of us picked up our brand spanking new M-4's, and Jacob grabbed his trusty 9mm carbine, and we headed outside to our newly acquired Hummers.
"Billy, you and Jake take that one," I said, pointing to the rear vehicle. "Your mother and I will take the lead, stay close, but not too close, maybe about ten or twenty yards behind us. Billy you drive, Jacob, you ride shotgun, and I mean ride shotgun, keep your gun ready and your eyes peeled."
With our guns fully loaded and in hand, and our Hummers fully loaded with extra rifles, ammo, and fuel, we slowly pulled out of the motor pool area.
With severed body parts covering the ground in every direction, we heard the sound of rotting flesh being squeezed and bones being smashed under our tires as we traversed across the gruesome landscape.
There was no sign of the raptors or of the T-Rex's, only the dismembered twitching corpses and the snapping heads of the zombies that had fallen prey to them.
Several hundred yards of what you might call a killing field had to be crossed before the bodies began to thin out somewhat, and we no longer had to grind our way through, ripping sinew and muscle from bones as we attempted to gain traction on the bloody body parts of the fallen undead cannibals.
Once clear of the mass of bloated remains and most of the still biting heads. I stopped our small caravan and got out of the truck, then announced to my family.
"We need to dig out some of this gore from inside
We spent the rest of that day planning our next move, filling up the Hummers with extra rifles, pistols, and ammunition, and generally making ready for the next day's trek.
Fortunately for us, the former Sergeant in charge of the motor pool had been on the ball, and kept the vehicle's fuel tanks filled up using the gas pump located on the property, so we didn't have to stomp over a myriad of decomposing body parts in preparation of the next day's journey after taking our showers.
We were lucky enough to find a soda and snack machine in the building, but not lucky enough to find them unmolested.
It seemed obvious that early on in the zombie invasion, the troops that were staffing this armory left in a big hurry. Only stopping to pillage the machines and lock the doors behind them.
Who knows whether they panicked and ran for the hills, or set out to face the invading hordes as a disciplined military unit?
How and why they left was of no consequence, the fact was, that they had emptied the machines before they did so, leaving us without any of the much-needed sustenance to get us by until we were able to forage for some real food.
But that's the way it is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, some good, some bad, some ugly, mostly bad and ugly.
Back to Contents
THE JOURNEY BEGINS! AGAIN!
"Wake up everyone, rise and shine, the suns already up, we're burning daylight," I cheerfully announced while strapping on my Glock 19.
"I'm awake, and ready to go!" Gin stated grumpily. "I'm so sick of the smell around here, the sooner we leave the better."
"That's my girl, rough and ready," I kidded.
My good mood could have only been brought on by the fact that we were about to leave this god forsaken hellhole of a place.
"Boys, get up we're leaving in just a few minutes," I said, still adjusting my gear.
Slowly both boys started to stir, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and making moaning noises as they stretched.
"What about breakfast?" Jacob asked.
"What about it?" I answered back. "We don't have any food remember, and even if we did, I personally would like to eat somewhere that doesn't smell like road kill, we did enough of that on the Morphadite."
"Me too!" Gin added. "Let's go, the sooner we leave the sooner we can find some food and eat."
The three of us picked up our brand spanking new M-4's, and Jacob grabbed his trusty 9mm carbine, and we headed outside to our newly acquired Hummers.
"Billy, you and Jake take that one," I said, pointing to the rear vehicle. "Your mother and I will take the lead, stay close, but not too close, maybe about ten or twenty yards behind us. Billy you drive, Jacob, you ride shotgun, and I mean ride shotgun, keep your gun ready and your eyes peeled."
With our guns fully loaded and in hand, and our Hummers fully loaded with extra rifles, ammo, and fuel, we slowly pulled out of the motor pool area.
With severed body parts covering the ground in every direction, we heard the sound of rotting flesh being squeezed and bones being smashed under our tires as we traversed across the gruesome landscape.
There was no sign of the raptors or of the T-Rex's, only the dismembered twitching corpses and the snapping heads of the zombies that had fallen prey to them.
Several hundred yards of what you might call a killing field had to be crossed before the bodies began to thin out somewhat, and we no longer had to grind our way through, ripping sinew and muscle from bones as we attempted to gain traction on the bloody body parts of the fallen undead cannibals.
Once clear of the mass of bloated remains and most of the still biting heads. I stopped our small caravan and got out of the truck, then announced to my family.
"We need to dig out some of this gore from inside
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