The Adventures Of Dulkin Spacknickerson - Epi. 1

3 Years Ago, Karla Robyns And Her Late Husband Were Heading West After The East Fell To The Undead. They Had Gotten Separated From The Caravan They Were Traveling With And Were Huddled Outside Of A Small Town Mall In South-Eastern Kentucky, Inside Of An Old Satellite Service Van. Now She And Her 2 Year Old Daughter Tell Her Story Of Her Encounter With D.S.

My Husband, Peter, And I Were Headed Out West After All Of Those...Things...Were All Over The Place On The East Coast. We Boarded Up And Left Our Townhouse In Raleigh North Carolina. I Had Lost My Sister In The Early Stages Of It All. She Was A Nurse At The Local Hospital And As Soon As The Bite Victims Started Flooding In, It Was Just A Matter Of Time Before That ER Became Like Hell Itself, Spitting Out Monsters To Torment And Devour Us. When We Heard The First Reports, We Were Skeptical To Say The Least. The Media, After All, Were Just Labeling It As Civil Unrest And The Like. It Wasn't Until We Saw It On The News That We Knew We Had To Get Out Of There. On Live Television, The News Lady Was Reporting Live At One Of The Such "Demonstrations" When We Caught A Glimpse Of What Was Really Going On. A Shambler Walked Up And Bit Her Right In The Jugular, The Camera On Her All The While. The Cameraman Ran And Also Caught Policemen Left And Right Being Taken Down And Ripped Apart Like Animals By The "Protestors". We Witnessed A S.W.A.T. Member Unload An Entire Clip From His Heckler & Koch MP5 Into The Chest Of One And Watched As It Only Staggered A Bit, Toppled Over, Then Got Upright And Managed To Get A Grip On The Officer With Help From A Few Of The Other "Shamblers". Thats What I've Came To Call Them.

Shortly After, I'm Talkin Minutes, We Packed Up Everything. Food, My Fathers Old Firearms, My Husbands Hunting Gear, Meds, And Photo Albums, And Headed To My Aunt's House Out In Colorado. The Highways Were A Mess. Between Wrecked Vehicles And The Undead Picking Off Straglers In The Distance, It Was Utter Chaos. There Was A Multiple Semi Truck Wreck In The Oncoming Lanes, One Of Which Was A Gas Tanker Which Had Burst Into Flames Sending Pillars Of Smoke Into The Sky. This Seemingly Endless Smokey Giant Would Be Dwarfed However By The Smoke And Fire Coming From Town. I Can Still Smell The Odor Of Smoke And Rotten Flesh.

Anyway, Fast Forward A Month. The Car Had Been Long Abandoned Seeing As How The Highways Were Too Cluttered To Get Anywhere. We Had Been A Part Of Group Of Refugees Hoofing It To Where We Thought Was Safety. Then One Night We Were Attacked While Making Camp In SE Kentucky. Me And Peter Managed To Make It Away But The Others Werent So Lucky. We Ran Until We Came To An Abandoned Mall Parking Lot. We Huddled Inside Of A Satellite Service Van For A Few Moments Until We Decided To Take Shelter Inside Of The Mall. It Did, After All, Look Abandoned.

After Prying One Of The Emergency Exits Open, We Cautiously Made Our Way Through The Building Until We Were In Front Of The Security Office Door. We Flung Knocked On The Door To Make Sure It Was Empty. Peter Tapped On The Door Lightly With No Response But As He Turned The Handle, The Door Flew Open And In A Blur, Peter Was Pinned To The Ground. We Convince Him To Get Off Of Him, He Did, And We Started To Get To Know Our New Companion.

He Introduced Himself As Dulkin Spacknickerson, Or D.S. For Short. He Was Roughly 6'2". Light Skin, Average Build, Medium Length Dark Hair And Goatee. At That Time I Noticed He Was Wearing Just A T-Shirt And Boxers. His Excuse? "You Just Woke Me Up!" Certainly Wasnt The Most Organised Of Fellows. Beer Cans And Chip Bags Everywhere. In Fact There Was A Gummy Bear Stuck On The Back Of His Head. All I Could Think Was, THIS Man Managed To Survive? Ha. It Wouldn't Be Long Before I Saw Why He Survived So Long. He Got Dressed And We Told Him Our Story. Shortly After We Fell Asleep In Our First Taste Of Safety In So Long.

We Went With Him The Next Day To Investigate Some Suspicious Noises Farther Into The Mall. DS Had An Aluminum Batt And His 9mm Pistol. We Came To The Source Of The Sounds. A Bath And Body Works. He Asked Me To Watch The Door As He And Peter Went Inside. I Heard The Door Open And All Of A Sudden They Were Hauling Ass Right Past Me I Turned To Look And It Was A Seeming River Of Undead Flowing From The Back. We Ran But It Was As If They Were Always Right There With Us. My Husband Fell When His Knee Gave Out. He Had Problems From It When He Put In Under A Lot Of Stress, As We Had Been Lately. I Looked Back And All I Saw Was Him Being Swarmed Over And Absorbed By The Wave Following Us. DS Just Yelled "Keep Running". We Managed To Loose Them. I Guess Peter Managed To Slow Them Down enough To Help Us Get Away.

We Made It Back To The Security Office Where I Just Lost It. I Couldn't Believe Peter Was Gone. I still Can't. DS Made It Clear That We Were Relatively Safe But We If We Stayed We'd Live Long Enough To Starve To Death. We Came Up With A Plan That DS Convinced Me Was Full Proof...As Suicidal As It Seemed.

He Sat Me In A Shopping Cart He Had And Armed Me With His Pistol And I Had My Husbands .308 Rifle. He Jumped On The Back And Proceeded To Push Us Through The Mall. We Planned To Go Down The Handicapped Ramp And Get Enough SPeed To Burst Through The Glass Doors. We Rounded The Last Corner When The Zombies Became Aware Of Us. With Godlike Precision He Took One Of The Pistols And Jumped On The Handle Of The Buggy And Began Dropping The Zeds Left And Right All The While Singing At The Tops Of his Lungs Iron Maidens "Run To The Hills". It Was The Most Alive I Had Ever Seen Him Since WE Got Here. Like This Is Was He Lived For. We Were Almost To The Ramp When A Legless Shambler Managed To Get Impaled On The Rifle On The Front Of The Cart. I Fired. He Fell.

With A Final Push We Headed Down The Ramp, Through The Glass Door, And Into The Parking Lot. We Ran Back To The Satellite Van. He Hotwired The Vehicle And We Made Our Escape. We Eventually Ran Out Of Gas South Of Jefferson City, MO. It Was Cold That Night. We Had To Keep Warm. That Night Something Special Occured. And Now, How Do You Think I Have My Little Girl?

We Waited And Another Caravan Came Through. He Told Me To Go WIth Them Because They WEre En Route To Colorado And Farther. I Asked Him To Come Along. He Said No He'd See Me Again One Day And Took One Of Their Horses And Rode South.

He Sure Was One Hell Of A Man.