You Can't Go Home Again..

.... Driving down the pavement taking back rounds i had a few seconds to admire the peace of the day, it was a cool crisp autumn morning, the sun was shining only a few brisk clouds in the air, that were quickly evaporating in the sun, All in all a nice day.. you know.. except for the zombies. I could see a scant few survivors making like mad out of their homes and attempting to pack their belongings into cars, everything from jet skis to Televisions, on top and inside their SUVS, and i thought to my self, "there is no way i'm getting on a freeway now," And sure enough a few minutes later as i went across the over pass and looked down onto the asphalt jungle that was the 680 freeway, i could see nothing but stretches of stopped cars trucks and vans as far as the eye could see, heading both directions, north and south, no one knew anything, and everyone was trying to get away. I passed even more cars the next half mile, and even got up on the side walk at one point, i figured what good are traffic laws when the dead are coming back to life. I knew only that i had to get home, grab the roommate, and then plan our next move. It looked like the complex was deserted, only two cars other than mine were in the port as i pulled my car by the stairs of my apartment, in case we had to get out fast, i didn't think they'd bother towing it, if anyone was still alive to bother. I jumped up the stairs two at a time, and unlocked the doors fast as i could, pushed my way in, and locked the secure screen and door behind me. The good thing about our place, is that it's a raised apartment, only the front door and my roommate's window would be accessible from street level, I closed my eyes and sank to the ground on the tile, i remember very vividly, because it was one of the final times i was allowed to just think about nothing and be thankful for being alive.

"Dude!" i yelled, when i had taken my minute. I pushed open the door to his room, and head snoring, *whew* i breathed a sigh of relief, "Yo, Sleepy," I sang out pushing him over, he grumbled, "it's my day off.. fucker there had better be zombies.." This was more common than not, so i had to bark out a laugh, "It's your lucky day ass-clown i almost got my face chewed off twenty times trying to get home," I exaggerated but out of necessity for the situation rather than false bravado. He finally opened his eyes and took in the panic and paleness on my features, "Are you serious?!" he said sitting up and pulling on some pants, "Like a Zombie Plague!" We had a contingency plan in place, but it was one of those things you talk about with your buddies at parties drunk or stoned, not something you ACTUALLY think is going to happen, But still we set to it. Step one, we boarded up His window until we could find some cement or brick to put in place, moved all the thing out of his room and into the living room, just to be sure. Took out the .32 from under the coffee table, and took an inventory of our supplies including water, food, and power. Power would probably only last the rest of the day, But we had something in place for that too, Solar power panels, and backpacks with solar adapters for our small electronics, to this day, i can still listen to music. Those first few hours are a blur, but we ended up with a few buckets and the bathtub filled with water, for bathing and showering and what not. Plenty of food for at least the month, cans mostly but some dry goods as well, some meat that we began cooking. We realized that we were fairly short on ammo, and weapons, and it couldn't hurt to have more food and water. We called up some of our gun nut friends and made sure they were safe. Boarded up the front door to be safe, and tied down the rope ladder to the balcony. A trip was planned to hit up Costco for that afternoon, but we wanted to check and recheck our supplies before hand. I checked my cel phone, it was 11:45, the first morning of "Z". Soon we would venture out into the world, and face the disease that was literally, ripping our species apart.