a tale of survival part 2

So as I was saying, the marshal was handing out the hunting rifles from Jimbo's local gun shack. I noticed I still had my own .357 revolver on my hip. My police officer/copmian, Nancy, walked up to the Marshal. I guessed they must have been related because the Marshal seemed over joyed to see her. She introduced me and we all walked inside his little station.

After speaking for a couple of miniutes about what was going on, I told the Marshal that I wasn't to much into the Lever actions and high priced safari rifles being offered. He smiled and opened up a door leading into slightly hidden room. I followed him, inside was something I hadn't seen in years, a pair of perfectly mint condition vintage B.A.R.'S {browning automatic rifles} and various other vintage and modern firearms that you don't see very often. He had plenty of magazines and ammo to go with them as well. I guess he didn't trust some of the new people with them.

The Marshal said he just couldn't give me any of them, so he swore me in as a deputy right there. He handed me a badge and a very nice U.S. Army Thompson, WW2 area. Next thing I knew I was along the barricades along the road, watching for the undead. By now we called them Zeek or Zed, debateing on who you asked. Good thing about being in tourist trap in the mountains, there was plenty of food and booze in the hotels and various other tourist trap shops.

For the next couple of weeks we stayed holed up there. There was this overweight survival nut who lived on a hill about a mile from town. For being such a slob he was actually very usefull. He had this HAM radio setup, and when the cell system went out he was our best connection to the outside.

The Army was waiting for the winter, but they had the Airforce drop off supplies. We called those drop offs paydays. Of course we had to fight off the Zees every time the planes missed town and we had to go pick up the supplies. By then Zees were starting to stink so bad you could smell them, before you saw or heard them.

Nancy and I were playing house with each other at that time. She was leading scouting parties to see what was out side of town. It was dangerous, and I want to say Zee never stood a chance, but this is the real world and people die.

So my duties as a deputy had me doing all sorts of things. If it wasn't bashing in Zeek's head with a brick when he got to close to the Barricades, it was dealing with day to day problems. One day I was at the makeshift movie house, they were showing Happy Singing Teenagers 3 Teen Love, some crappy movie made to turn 10 year old boys g** and separate parents from their money. So it was like 5th time I had tom listen to the mindless bubble gum crap, I thought if I had to play babysitter for the kids here one more time {and yes there were plenty of kids, most were refugees that somehow kept showing up} I would eat a bullet. Any way I was standing there when I heard a scream, at that point I shot my .357 once in air, that was signal to get your guns.

Within a couple of miniutes there was a group of us. Then we saw a local coming down from his house on the hill. The guy was named Hector Rodregious. his hands were covered with blood, and he was grabbing his crotch. His wife came out after him, chaseing him with a knife. Later on we found out she found him with some local girl, and was tired of his cheating. Good thing we had a Doctor and a small hospital, he would have died. We locked his wife up at the local jail. With the dead trying to eat us and everything else, Hectors misfortune became a morbid distraction for everyone.

So that was our lot until winter hit. Nancy's scouting parties gave us a better picture of Reno. The Navy hadn't blown everything, they had taken out down town, but Reno and the surrounding suburbs were pretty intact. When the first frost hit, we started to get ready to push into Reno. By then the Army had gotten ready to push in from the North, by the way of Fallon. We were going to push up through the south.

The good thing about the winter Zeek becomes a Zeekcicle. Anything that looked like it would be a Zee got a tire tool or some other fun toy to the head. We even found a group of people alive, they had fortified the Hilton, the biggest building in town. They lived off canned foods. Amongst them was this famous actor, I can't remember his name but he was still smug as hell. He kept what use to be his hot ass girlfriend locked up in the casino vault.

When the Marshal found this out he flipped. So the Marshal got me and one of the Army soldiers to drag Mr.Smug ass actor to the vault. He somehow didn't want to admit his girlfriend had been bitten, and he was still convinced there would be a cure someday. While he tried to win me and the soldier over with some hack performance/zombies are people too speach, the Marshal pulled out his own .357. I can still hear the cocking of the pistol. We opened up the vault and Mr.Hollywood found himself in with his pet Zee. I want to say it was a good thing, a poetic act, but.. let me just go on.

By the end of the winter Reno was Zee free. The army flushed the sewers, every where Zee was or could be, we checked then rechecked.
So remember when you come to Reno and Northern Nevada keep your gun close, but you have a chance to survive here.