Z Day 2 cont.- Back to town

We riding down the back roads in my step dads truck. Hes driving, the Jessies and I are riding in the back. I got a 30/06, .45 XD and a machette. Jessica has a 12 gauge and a machette. Jesse has a .22 rifle, a 9mm, and a machette. Jim, my step dad, has his 12 gauge. He knows where hes going and it only takes about 20 mins to reach the outskirts of town. We hear sirens in the distance. We drive past where I work and Im tempted to take a pot shot.

" Bang " say the Jessies in unison. They work with me and read my mind. We approach highway 69 and find it blocked by police cars and fire trucks with their lights on. We slow down almost stopping. No one seems to be around. Then a cops stands up from behind a car. He is missing an arm and has his guts hanging out.

" Shoot him Jessie! Jim go over the curb and around! " I yell.

The shot gun gose BANG, the .22 POP. The cop falls down. We go bounceing over the curb across the highway and over another curb before getting on the road again. We are in a neighborhood now and can hear gun shots. There is a thick colume of black smoke rising a couple blocks away. We see some people staggering around. Others are running. We go by quick. Ahead theres an accident. As we get near we can see someone in a car eating something else. Blood is splattered on the windows. Another car gose into the pile up. They driver staggers out, dazed. She is followed by a man missing a hand. He grabs her and starts biteing. We go driving by across someones lawn. We go zig zagging through town. We have to go around some accidents, and some people eating people in the middle of the streets. The ones eating get up and follow the truck but we quickly loose them. Its takes about 25 mins. to get to Monroe Lumber. Jim pulls up to the warehouse doors which are wide open. We stop and look around. A man covered in blood comes out of the warehouse moaning. The Jessies both shoot again. The man gose down but after a few moments strats to get up. I look behind us and a woman missing part of her arm comes around the corner. I raise my rifle and look through the scope. Its blurry. I turn down the magnification. I site and shoot for the head. The back of her head expoldes in a mist of blood and brains. The Jessies fire again. Again he gose down but gets up. The woman stays down. "Shoot em in the head!" I yell.
They take aim and fire. The .22 puts a cute little hole in his forehead. The buck shot turns his face to hamburger. He gose down twitching and stays down. I put down my rifle on top of the cab. "Jessica stay here and guard the truck, Jim stay inside and keep it running, Jesse your with me"

" Why do I have to stay in the truck?"

" Because we have pistols and you dont."

"Fine."

Jesse puts his gun on the cab too and we hop out. We draw our guns and approach cautiously. There dosent seem to be anyone else in the warehouse. We go to the stack of plywood and grab and grab 3 sheets. Heading out we hear a shot followed by " Ha ha I got you fat ugly bitch!" We hurry out and load the truck.

" I think we should take 12 sheets, sound about right?"

" Yup lets hurry up."

We make 3 more trips and I ask Jim " You gottanuff screws?"

" Better grab some more. 3 inchers should be good. "

Jesse and I go back to the warehouose and follow the passage to the store part of the building. We get in and look around. There are wet slurping sounds coming from behind the counter. I climb up and see one clerk eating the guy I know to be the owner. Thats revenge against your boss I think as I shoot. More blood and brains go flying. " I love big guns! " I yell. We serch for a few minutes before we find a box of 3 inch screws. We head out the front doors and I run into a child. She gets knocked over. She turns and I see her throats torn out. She gurggles at me. I push her down with my foot and shoot. The big .45 slug splatters her little head like a melon at a Gallagher show.

" Hard core!" says Jesse.

" Look out! " yells Jessica as the truck speeds tword us. We turn and theres a group of 5 crazies comeing our way. We shoot, they fall. We hop in the back of the truck and grab our rifles. The plywood dosent lay flat so we have to crouch ackwardly. Jim gose speeding off. There is a group of crazies behind us, another in front. We shoot. Jessica starts swearing more, " Die you fuckers. Mother fucking cock suckers. Shit heads. DIE!!!"

I start yelling random song lyrics. " I got my head shaved. By a ja-mo-chen. It wasnt e-say. But nothing i-sss. NO! WOO HOO! WOO HOO!. And when the gun smoke settles well sing a victory tune. Then we all meet back at the local soloon. Well raise up our glasses against evil forces sing whisky for my men, beer for my horses. Yeah theyve come to suff the rooster. But he aint gonna die. No no no he aint gonna die! "

Jesse just mutters somthing about crazy people and being with the 2 craziest over and over again.

" Stop yelling im trying to concentrate!" yells Jim. We keep yelling. The truck gose over a curb and I almost bounce out. I start giggeling. "STOP!!" he yells again.

" Colaberate, and listen, Ice is back with a brand new edition." I respond. " Ice ice baby, too cold, too cold." More giggeling. " Wisconsen Death Trip. WOO HOO!"

By now we were mostly away from them but we kept on shooting and reloading anyway. We got trigger happy. We go back across 69 the way we came. " I want somthing to shoot at!" Jessica yells.

" Shoot the cow!" I yell back. Its a statue a little way down the road and she blasts at it. " WOO HOO! " I wonder if this is what drunken rednecks feel like in the back of their trucks. We get out of town and start to settle down. One car gose speeding by the other way on our trip home. We pull in the driveway and see a blue pickup parked. " Matts here, I hope he brought his guns."

We get out and start unloading the wood to the workshop. Its quick work and we head up stairs. Matts there sure enough. and he brought his guns. Looks like an armory in our house now. His girl freind Sarah is talking to Lexi and my mom. Its good to see Lexi not crying and not so shell shocked looking.

Matts about 6 feet tall and weighs about 180 pounds. He has dark hair cut short. He likes to work on his truck and play with his guns. He drinks alot and chews tobacco. Chew is gross in my humble opinion. He works with my step dad.

Sarah is only about 5 feet tall and probly dosent even weigh 90 pounds. Shes way too skinny. She has dark red hair and a big smile. Shes always been nice to me when weve met at the bar or something. She has a pretty nice job, I hear, but I dont know what she dose.

Matts armory consists of: a 30/06, an AR-15, an AK-47, a .22 rifle, and a 12 gauge for long guns. He also has a vintage world war 2 .30 cal. belt fed machine gun. I gotta shoot a burst from it and its a lot of fun. It dosent kick anywhere near what youd think. For hand guns he has: a 9mm, a .357. a .38 special, and a ww2 .45. He has alot of ammo for all the guns, atleast 300 rounds each. Lexi must think were a bunch of gun happy yahoos. The Jessies "uoo" and "ahh" over the guns, picking up each to look at it.

It smells like my mom started a roast in the crock pot and a cake in the oven. Good thing too, Im hungry since its after noon and I havent ate yet. I go to the kitchen and start making a sandwich. "Dont eat too much we are having a roast with carrots and potatoes for supper and a cake for dessert."

" Yes mom, I can smell it. It smells good. You wanna sandwich Jessies, come help yourselves. Theres soda and beer in the fridge." They come and help themselves to a sandwhich. Jessica grabs a Dr Pepper and Jesse a beer. Coors light, my step dads favorite. We go back to the living room and chow down. Our sandwiches last about 30 seconds. Mom, Sarah and Lexi are talking. Jim and Matt are talking. Rose is playing with the dogs and seems to be haveing fun. The dogs are loving the attention.

We have 2 dogs, a Boston terrier and a Beagle. The Boston terrier is named Brutus but it dosent really matter what you call him, hes deaf. He knows a little sign language: sit, shake, dance, and lay down. He likes to lick things and is easy to get excited. He throws up when he eats too fast so we tend to hand feed him. The beagle is Dawg. She is really relaxed and easy going. She is very smart and will do anything you tell her to.

My attention drifts to the news. Its the only thing on TV. They have started calling the crazies "ghouls" or more popular "zombies". They start telling us that you have to shoot them in the head or otherwise destroy the brain if you are attacked. Its good to hear confirmation I guess. The National Gaurd has abandoned New York city, Los Angeles, and Chicago and is pulling out of Philly, Tampa, and Dallas among other cities. They are calling in all availible units to try and protect D. C.
They are talking about plans to bomb the abandoned cites to try and stop the spread of what ever this is. Some think its viral, some bactierial, some chemical, and some think its gods punishment for being sinners. They say its not air born, you can only get it through contact with an infected, usually through a bite. Someone said they are gonna have sex with a zombie to see if they can get infected that way. Some will do anything for attention I guess. I notice people have started arguing over who sleeps where. It dosent really matter to me. My parents of course get their bed. I get to keep my bed. Matt and Sarah end up with the guest bedroom. The Jessies get the futon in the basement. Lexi gets the couch and Rose the love seat. Everyones more or less happy. The Jessies move their stuff down stairs. Matt and Sarah put their stuff in thier room. We then decide about the guns. Its decided that every one who can shoot should keep a gun close by at all times. The Jessies get the 12 gauges and the 9 mms. I keep my guns. Jim keeps his shotty and gets the .357. Matt gets the AR and his .45. Sarah gets the AK and the .38. Lexi dosent know how to shoot so I talk her into letting me show her with the .22s tomarrow.

After a while suppers ready. Jim, Matt and Sarah sit at the table. Mom sits on the couch. The Jessies sit on the love seat. Lexi, Rose and I sit on the floor at the coffee table. Its a good supper and I get to talk with Lexi a bit. She has a pretty voice. A while after supper I go outside with the Jessies and start smoking a joint. We also pass around the bottle of Jack. After a few minutes Lexi joins us.

"Rose was getting tired. Your mom told me to put her in your room, I hope you dont mind. Both dogs are sleeping with her."

" Thats fine I can sleep on the love seat. You want to join us?" I offer her the Jack.

" Thanks Id like that." She takes it and sips and makes the icky face. " I wish you had some wine."

" Sorry we dont. You wanna hit this?"

" I have never smoked before. Any trick to it...or do you just suck on the end." She takes it.

" Pretty much, just dont lick it, it makes the end gross. How old are you anyway?" I think the Jessies realize I like her and are letting me do all the talking. Its pretty unusual for me but then again so is Hacking people up with a machette and blowing their heads off.

She coughs for a while then, " Whoa Im really dizzy...umm...Im 26. Rose is 5. Can I have another drink, Im not sure which tastes worse"

We chuckle and say more or less in unison, " The first time is always the best. Youll get use to the taste." Then we laugh some more and say "Jinx".

As shes drinking I ask, " What do you do? We all work together."

" I work at a salon cutting hair and giving manicures. I was in college to be a teacher before I got pregnant, but then I dropped out. What do you guys do?"

We explain it to her, each adding a little bit. We talk about what kind of music we like. Lexi likes country and pop. The girls talk about cloths and hair and other girl stuff. Us guys talk about the guns and what a crazy day its been. We drink some more and Jessica produces another joint. We got a pretty good buzz going when Lexi says.

" I havent had sex in 16 months since we found out I was pregnant again." Then she starts crying. Major buzz kill. Jessica gives her a hug and lets her cry on her shoulder. Jesse and I stand there shuffling our feet feeling uncomfertable. After a few minutes that seem like an eternity Lexi stop crying and says " Im sorry, I think I should go to bed."

We all say " Its alright, we understand, good night." She turns to me and gives me a hug. I didnt really expect it but I hug her back. We talk a little more and finish the bottle, then we decide its been a long day and its time for bed. I notice she just passed out so I go to my room and find a spare blanket. I didnt turn on the light and Rose never noticed, but the dogs growled at me a little. I cover Lexi, shes not quite as hot passed out drunk. Rose has my pillows so I curl up as best I can and go to sleep.