survivor - Hotrodthug

Hey names josh, a survivor from the colonies (Canada) prior to the plaugue I worked minimum wage part time in the auto shop of a Wal Mart. typical daily grind, beat up neglected cars and moron customers. I had the day off and decided to spend it with Jack Daniels. the news was flickering on the TV, strange i was watching the cartoon network, i paid no attention. I got up and wandered to my back shed. I opened my to reveal... my pride and joy, my 1931 ford pickup, old school style with modern power. I opened the butterfly hood and checked my plugs, (i dont know why i was wrenching drunk, but it saved my life) when i heard screaming behind me. i turned around and saw my cranky neighbour being disemboweled. I looked to the left of that and saw one shuffling towards me. Im a fan boy of the Romero films and I knew what i was looking at, i reached for the spade on the wall and swung it for all i was worth. I made contact right on the forehead, the blade of the shovel and the handle splitting apart. the ghoul fell to the ground. on that note i cahrged into the house, ran upstairs and pulled the lock box from underneath my bed. I opened the box and my old Colt 1911 was sitting there, peaceful waiting to make noise. my grandfatgher lifted this gun from an American officer in a bar fight during the korean war, its been apart of my family for over 50 years, but id hadnt fired it in about 6 years. I loaded the pistol and tucked it in my waistband, i grabbed a bunch of extra mags, loaded them in my duffle and made my way to the upstairs window. The sight i saw was both horrifying and humorous. the scnece played out before me as follows. a large group of zombies was congregating around my former neighbours corpse, i heard a cry and i saw a man toting a Katana sword, he charged at the first zombie and swung at its neck, the blade remained lodge in the zombies neck and he was quickly set upon and devoured. after that i quietly made my way out the back door and approached my old truck. only a zombie was blocking my way. I didnt want to use the old Colt, as to not attract more attention, so I ran into it with a full flying shoulder check the zombie was slammed into the wall of the shed, back of its cranium slamming into an exposed nail. I made my way to my truck, turned the keys and it roared to life. every zombie in the area was instantly notified of my presence. I threw the truck into gear and floored it. she peeled out of the garage throwing up a rooster tail of gras behind as i charged up the driveway. I swung the wheel left and blasted down the street two long sinewy black marks left on the asphalty as a sign of my disembarking. I was in busy mode now, I had to find my fiancee (my parents, whom i still live with, were down in florida, my brother is enlisted in the Navy) problemis she lives about ten miles away on the other end of a twisty mountain dirt road. i idled through town, trying to tame the 300 horse buick V6. i reached the mouth of the road. i checked my rearview mirror, the undead were too far away to be a threat, but a pair of painfully bright blue headlight charged at me. The black BMW pulled up next to me tinted glass reflecting the midday sun. the windows rolled down and three gangsta types looked me and my truck up and down.

"We need yo gas", informed the platinum toothed out of towner. "well i need it too" i quipped back. "hopin youd say dat" was my reply, the three thugs drew guns, tec 9s and mac 10's if my Counterstrike days serve me right. I flattened the gas pedal the little flat grey truck growling to life as it skittered into the twisty pass. the Beemer kept pace, trying to bump me off the road. the back end of my truck swung out, making the truck go sideways, i countersteered and goosed the throttle. i maintained the slide coming out of the corner. the BMW charged at my sliding truck, i kicked the clutch and punched the throttle, the truck spun 360 narrowly missing the BMW, my engine stalled after skidding to a stop. the BMW did a 3 point turn and the gunners leaned out the windows i scrambled through my gear and fetched the Colt. I leveled the pistol at the windshield of the BMW, I squeesed off all 8 shots, tinted glass spilleing onto the hood, the car jerked violently, before swerving towards the guard rail, it struck the end of the rail and cartwheeled along the length of the guardrail, shredding the half exposed gunners, and leaving it hanging over the edge of the ravine. I started the truck and made my way off, thats all thats happened so far, ill keep you posted, fight the good fight brothers and sisters, till next time.

Part two

Josh here,

Managed to find a source for my laptop and wi fi battery, so i can tell my story as far as technology will allow. I continued down the dirt trail, adrenaline pumping though my veins after the ruhbarb with the BMW. now i was frantic, i wasnt sure whether or not my fiancee was ok so i pushed the supercharged V6 to its limits. the truck dived into each corner the rear tires loosing traction, the little beast ate up the ten mile treck in a matter of minutes, unfortunately, at the time i didnt stop to think that the straight pipes of my truck ehcoing off the mountain walls would attract the attention of the ranks of undead mountain folk and any outlaws looking for a ride. I made it to my future wifes house, coasting the truck in with the engine off. it was not an inspiring sight, the country bungalow was surrounded by about 30 ghouls. the moans were worse than any thing Max Brooks could have prepared me for, i was ready to break down right there, theres no way my fiancee could survive with that many dead around, then hope came to my ears in the form of the crack of a rifle

I looked towards the house and there was my diminuitive woman on the TV syndication tower, taking slow aim with her fathers SAKO .338 lapua magnum. one thing you ned to undersatnd about my wife to be is that she is very small about 4 foot 10, very short for her age (22). when I saw zing "ZacK" with a resounding series of headshots I knew i made the right choice for the rest of my life.

I snuck out of my truck, hefting the colt in my hand,I fast walked to the old chevy station wagon, her dad and I put togther. I threw a pebble at her to get her attention. she looked at me and relief crossed her face, then horror, i looked behind me, zombie approached, moan echoing deep from within its lungs. it smell't of nothing i ever smelled before, my gag reflex kicked in, the ghoul wore work pants, an orange hunting vest and hat. it was riddled bullets holes and its balck withered intestines hung from the tatters of orange vest.

I raised the colt took careful aim, and gently squeesed the trigger... nothing happened. In the thrill of the altercation with the BMW crew, i forgot to relaod the old pistol. I kicked the beast in the chest it stumbled back, I reached for the mags in my duffle bag, i slammed one home, thumbed the slide release, the slide snapped forward, lifting a round with a resonating "clack"this time the zombie fell to my colt. the remaining turned their attention to me. I climbed on the old caprice wagon, taking care to shoot the dead closest to me. my girl did the same with the SAKO, and in 15 blood and cordite soaked minutes, we did away with the ghouls on the front yard. she (brigitte) finally climbed down from the tv tower.we embraced, despite the smell of congealed blood and rotting corpses, it was best time we ever saw eachother. then my Nextel walkie talkie thingy beeped, "hey Josh you still there?" it was my friend Brandon.

"yeha me and Bi are still breathing, where you at?" i replied. "were up at the cabin"

I nearly kicked my self, i my haste to rescue my girlfriend, i forgot about our zombie refuge/party cabin in the "Lanark mountains". I smiled "we'll be right there guys, check your fire"

"Ok dude, come back safe". I switched my talkie off and turned to my girlfriend, "honey we need to get all the guns and supplies we can scrounge out of the house and my truck load them into the wagon and we need to leave in ten minutes"

for ten minutes we grabbed every thing that wasnt nailed down, we cleaned put the pantry, the kitchen supplies and anything of medical value. then we made our way to the gun room. first i took all the .45ACP i could carry as well as several pistols. I grabbed more .338 rounds, A ruger Mini 14, a Mossberg 500, many boxes of 3 1/2 inch 12 gauge rounds and .223 remington.

we tossed everything in the back of the large wagon, siphoned the remaining gas from the truck, and pushed the truck into a small alcove in the woods behind her house. we climbe into the big whale of a car and made our way down the back country roads.

about 3 hours later we cam upon a heart wrenching scene made only worse by the fact that we could do nothing to help. there must have been 300 of them all crowding around this house. a family of farmers was stranded on the roof. "ZacK" was swarmin in through the doors I could see arms of ghouls sticking out of the second story windows, thats how tightly packed in the creatures were. A groan echoed across the farm fields, it wasnt a zombie groan though, this was the groan of stressed wood. the family cried even harder and clung to eachother. the house groaned and cracked from the sheer weight of the zombies, after a few minutes it finally succmbed to the mass and the house imploded upon its self, enveloping the family in dust and death. we drove off before we could hear their screams.

Goddamned battery, well brothers and sisters, its been great to know that theres still people out there and were all thinking of you over here on the ohtere side of the pond

till next time Josh

I have been sent this survivor tale by Josh, through email.

I dont know how old his tale is, but there seems to be more to tell. Read on, I hope to recieve more from him as it comes in.

For now good luck Josh I hope it is going well.

I now have a second part from Josh. read below.

Also I have had a mail from his brother, Jared, If you didnt already know Josh your brother is alive and still surviving.