The Tough Guys

Once I got to Seligman, things started looking better. I-40 was deserted, so I swung back onto the highway and made up for lost time. I got some Camping equipment and survival gear at a Sports and Outdoors store. Just past the town of Parks I was given a choice of either heading north or going thru Flagstaff. Heading south was not an option. I-17 was blocked by a fiery tanker rig wreck and pile-up.
Instead of going thru Flagstaff, I headed north up into the Mountains. I found myself seriously concerned for my safety because I'd never camped out alone before, let alone in a world torn with a Zombie Plague.
As fortune would have it, I found a campground high up in the San Fransisco Peaks. It was beginning to get dark, so I knew I had to work fast. I got out of the car, walked 5 yards and fell into a small pit. I got up and dusted myself off, cursing and looked up to see a very angry looking African American Man looking down at me. What had me worried was the gun he was aiming at me. I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, too." The bullet hits the ground 1 yard away from me.
"Wait a minute! I'm clean!"
Another man, a white guy, showed up at the lip of the pit. He looked at the gunman, nodded and the gun went out of sight as did the black man.
He threw me a rope and hauled me out.
After exchanging some names and other useful information he offered me some freshly brewed coffee which I sat down to drink.
"Okay, let's cut to the chase. Who are you really? Who sent you? Are you tracking us and is the Military involved?"
I looked at him, nodded and said, "I am who I say I am, no one sent me, I'm not tracking you because I don't know who you are and didn't know you were here and the only thing I know about the Military is the post I left in Oatman."
Two other men were in camp doing various and sundry things. My guess was that they were securing the area for the night. They had a big SUV with them. The skinny one went around and at times clucked like a chicken.
I felt safer with these guys as my new neighbors in spite of the weird guy.

The next morning after a fitful nights sleep, I broke camp and told the others I was heading out.
"Where ya headed", asked the blond one?
"Central Texas."
"In that?"
"Why not?"
"You're going to need something bigger, faster and more powerful."
"Well, this is all I've got, so I guess......"
"Get in your car and follow us."
Wondering what these guys were up to, I got in my car and followed them into northern Flagstaff.
They stopped right outside a Police Station. It was abandoned as were the Police Cars and vans.
The blond one went into the station with a black bag. A few minutes later I heard a small explosion which gave me quite a start. He came back out smiling and holding lots of keys. He went around to the Station parking Lot, looked around and then headed towards a Police SUV. He tried a number of keys in the lock until he finally got the right one and opened the vehicle. He started the engine up with a smile, turned it off and then went to the guy who was no doubt their leader.
"This should do it, Colonel, sir. It's going to need some modifications, though."
"Let's get to it."
For the rest of that day the 4 of them worked on the Police SUV. They put a big window in one side which they took out from inside the station. They worked into the night, too with only a couple of breaks.
When it was all done they showed me the finished product. They transferred my guns and ammo to the SUV and put them into the racks they had put up on one side of the inside of the SUV. Medical Supplies (EMS Stuff) were in a compartment under the bed in the back. A Hammock was strapped to the ceiling for another persons use.
What I had was a rolling arsenal/ambulance/RV!

I transferred all the stuff in my car to my new RV:
iTouch, iPhone, iPad, Laptop, GPS, cameras, camping and survival gear, etc.
A Shotgun was stored right beside the drivers seat on the right side as was a spring loaded .9 MM semi automatic. The Driver Passenger seat also folded down into beds. It was also equiped with a small sink and faucet, stove and microwave.
To make a long story short, we parted ways there.
And it was with a heavy heart that I also parted ways with my little Honda.
"Farewell, old friend."

Next stop, Albuquerque......