|We made it.
||[Jun. 13th, 2007|11:45 pm]
I had to put beth in back with john and dana. Luckily, I am apparently a quick study at driving the bus. Well, I managed not to kill anyone (important) on the drive to Pedricks. I'm sorry evilpheemy, I couldn't go look for Craymore and Cerelaith. We were in no condition. Maybe we can try a rescue mission soon. Keep hoping.
We got to Pedricks eventually and with a few new hood ornaments. No one wanted to go in at first. They were all still in shock. I did all I could do.
I ponied up.
You know, I had a friend in an RPG once that hit on the tag line, "Let's get these ponies moving." That was what that moment felt like. I shouldered a shot gun and put on a shoulder holster with a 9mm. I'm better with the .22 target pistol, but I'll trade for the extra oomph. Anyway, I walked of the bus and slowly toward the building. It looked deserted, though the door hung open. About halfway there, I heard a sound behind me. Dana and John were disembarking, weapons ready.
Me made it inside and it was empty. Just lots of food. We signaled to those int he van. eriktdahl headed the group that started getting food. I think he just needed something constructive to do. Poor guy seems to really be beating himself up. John, dana and I continued a sweep of the rest of the building. We noticed one of the cooler doors hanging open and inside there were about 20 zombies! We slammed the door closed and stacked some boxes in front, but the banging started immediately. I guess the fuckers don't like the heat either. We barricaded the rest of the coolers and freezers , just in case and beat it back out to the front room. We all managed 5 trips or so, concentrating heavily on the dried fruit, nuts and like food stuffs before I ordered everyone back to the bus. I'd heard a crash from the back and it was time to go. By the time the bus got moving again, zombies started emerging from the store. There must have been more in there as well as they kept coming. We're lucky we got the drop on them. Maybe a few more days of this hot weather will knock them out. I watched one of them fall to the hot pavement and convulse. I hope that's a sign.
We radioed to ailurodragon and let him know the situation. After same initial confusion over who was where and some radio problems that delayed our communication, we arranged to meet at the weigh scales just before the entry to 680. Plenty of open area and maybe some cops if we were lucky.
Our bus, or "ZombieGrinder" as we've christened it, made it there without too much trouble. The highways are a bit tricky to navigate, but it's not the mass gridlock I feared. No "The stand" scenario, thankfully. We arrived at the and found two police officers (CHP) in a lone patrol car. they'd apparently thought it was a good place to hole up for awhile too. They had several zombie copses burning in a pile and seemed very happy to see us. We visited and shared stories until Ailurodragon arrived. Seeing them was good too, and I think the time just spent sitting and visiting really helped my crew re-center a bit. I also managed to find an outlet to recharge the laptop. Stating to run low on juice, so that was good.
After a quick meal and some redistribution of supplies, we headed down 60 toward the mothball fleet. We weren't the only ones with the idea apparently. Some of the ships seemed to be underway somehow. And someone brought zombies. This might explain why some of the ships seemed to be on fire. One ship, a bit farther out, the USS Iowa, seemed to be untouched by anyone. After a brief discussion, we decided to make for that one. The zombies seemed concentrated mostly near the shore, so all we needed to do was get out away from it and we would (hopefully) be safe.
We loaded our supplies in various duffels and inflated to rafts, which we lashed to the roof. The plan was to drive straight into the water and launch from the top of the bus as the water slowly filled in. It seemed like a good idea. When we hit the water (and the zombie wall), the windshield shattered. Beth was cut up pretty bad and a couple people simply got sucked into the water. Aside from Beth and a few people that never surfaced (underwater zombies?), everyone seemed to end up ok. We managed to get the rafts detached and got most every one and the supplies out to the Iowa without trouble. We've got beth bandaged up at this point, but she lost a lot of blood and some people are looking at her fearfully, even though she wasn't bit.
So, now we're on the Iowa. I put John in charge of organizing a watch while Ailurodragon's engineers are trying to figure out how to make the boat run, or even if it can. No idea if we have fuel. Not sure we need any. I figure we have enough food to last several days and the boat has an old holding tank that actually has some water. A bit metallic, but it's potable.
M just called. It seems that Hawaii did have a similar problem, but a very unique solution. Apparently, at the same time the zombies rose up, so did the menehune (little people?) and some manifestations of the volcano goddess, Pele. Hawaii, apparently, takes care of its own. The dead were quickly consigned to flames and re-death and life continues there with trepidation, but not outright panic and chaos. Thank god. Rather, praise Pele.
Damn....what about my family!?! Worries for tomorrow. I can't take anymore right now.
Anyway, here we are, 50 or so souls on an old boat floating in Suisun Bay. Somehow, Ailurodragon and I seem to be in charge. I guess he who gives orders ends up with the title. For now however, he and I are retiring with Jack to finish my bottle of Lagavulin 16. We'll see what the morning brings in the morning. John is in charge, along with Dana and Alyssa. We're still on 77MHz VHF FM if you can read this. We have room for more here. Bring food and ammo. We could use meat, fire to cook with and ammo (9mm, .22, .45 and shotgun shells) All arrivals will be strip searched. Please don't make us turn you away. Batteries welcome, scotch encouraged.
Eat, drink, and be merry......
Woodbury out. God bless the living and bring peace to the dead.
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