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A Dead End Job

Surviving is the key

There’s one thing to say about the end of the world it felt a lot more crowded, whether it was the dead trying to kill you or it was the living who was trying to do you in, the existence of a safe place was non-existent and any idea of something called paradise had died in a torturous fire. Most optimists had probably died in the beginning, the pessimists finally had something to truly bitch about, the realists had been hit in the face with the shit storm of an apocalypse to logically think through. Survival was the only way to go through life, there was no more you need this job for this income to be this happy. No, it was more like you need this weapon to crush in this skull to survive this long. I would have liked to think happiness was still an option to bad I wasn’t a psychopath or else I’d be having a ball in this world.

I had been alone since this happened, now the idea of studying away from home was to get away from everyone you could possibly know and start you’re magical time at a school you paid way too much for and would have probably been better off without some of the ridiculous classes they made you go through to give them an even fatter paycheck. Now the problem with this plan is when the zombie apocalypse starts and all your friends are dead and your family is across the country, you’re a bit shit out of luck with having any back up and any trust issues you had with the human race should be ten fold.

Lucky for me I had already ran into the crazy bible thumping cult who thought Anyone who didn’t follow their religion desecrated it and must be the works of satan and had to be sacrificed to zombies that they had put in a hole in the ground, and let me tell you that hole in the ground was being over ran by those asshole people eaters. How did I manage to get out of that one? I am simply a prepared person and had packed knives in any possible place my clothing could handle it without stabbing myself of course. Another question must be how did they know you weren’t a part of the religion? they assume everyone is against them so any newcomers they find that aren’t young female go into the pit, apparently twenty-seven was to old.

I had waited till night to make my escape, they had tied me to a pole in hopes that the sun would make me dehydrated and starved, they also wanted you to feel awful before you went into the pit of zombies, why make your last moments pleasant? I had hidden a hunting knife in the clasps of my bra it had a leather clip on the sheath it was held in and my leather vest managed to make the dent of it less noticeable. Another added bonus that no longer mattered was it made my posture a bit better. Luckily they had left my pack out in the open and stupidly had no guard, it was a wonder how these people survived this long.

Downside was these people had taken all food and water out of said pack so now all I had was a handgun that only had three bullets left about five more knives, some clothes, and for whatever the fuck reason flares that were stored next to the first aid kit. One part of their plan had worked was I was dehydrated and hungry and walking across an open field to get away from those lunatics. Thinking back on it I had been at least luckier than the couple who had gotten thrown into the pit, nothing I could do for them now.

I had managed to come up on a road with a few cars but my expertise on things lacked when it came to hot wiring a car, in reality it was all car related things, but I hadn’t practiced in the art of grand theft auto and didn’t have a clue as to where to start. I continued to follow the road hoping to come up with some sort of plan and looking into the cars laying by for any keys in the ignition that didn’t have dead bodies in it. One thing I was good at was walking by as quietly as possible and I also was so dirtied up from lack of bathing I probably didn’t even smell human anymore. I did have to cut a few down but other than that the trip was fairly easy going.

Five hundred cars later I did find a car but it was also so blocked in that it would have been impossible to get out of there, so new goal was to find any water or food in the cars going by. ‘shit, its hot outside,’ I thought with a grimace, being from arizona I had gotten used to a dry heat not this god awful soul stealing humid heat. After Arizona I went to New York for it’s university which had made my parents sickeningly proud. I had no idea what I was going to do just get the hell out of Arizona was my plan and then shit hit the fan, and I ended up running from all sorts of shit for brains monsters.

I did manage to ruin my parents hopes and dreams for me when I dropped out of school to start a rock and roll band that went no where and cost more money than it brought in. Really, this should have been the perfect world for me when you are basically a walking disappointment. Now, there was a butt load of walking disappointments. One of my past times was thinking about what some of these people had been or done before all this, which I used to do when I saw people walking by not limping by and trying to take a chunk out of my arm.

The sun was high in the air and when dehydrated time has a weird way of passing you by. I was starting to stumble a long now probably blending even more with the brain eaters. There was really no safe place to stop and rest for a bit it was either go on or fall asleep and possibly get eaten, so far I haven’t hallucinated and that was a good sign. Stumbling my way along I thought of the last time I saw a normal person, I don’t count those assholes in the cult. It had been rough in new york when it happened, living in shady place to begin with made me not question some of the screaming I would hear next door but then when I had entered the hall and there was blood all a long the walls it made anyone not want to believe it could happen. Getting out of New York was simply put a mess. A cataclysm of a mess.

I finally found some water in a car that had it’s window down and went to grab it with a knife in the other hand in case anything grabbed for me. I was worried about making noise opening the car doors and making too much noise, some of these dead guys are sneaky bastards and come up when least expected. I had to give a sigh of relief when I found a car and a path that I could go through to get farther on the road. I made sure to check the backseat for any unwelcome car pooling.

One thing I did miss about driving was hearing new music on the radio or listening to a favorite song coming on randomly, I suppose it will not be in my life time when that happens again, to be honest my lifetime probably decreased by fifty to sixty years.

It had probably been an hour before I found a small little town and stopped by in a general store to resupply on food and grabbed a flash light and batteries for it just in case. I got back in and drove further a long till I found an empty house in the country, it looked like it once had been a farm and people must have lived in it to account for the still dead bodies. Oddly enough there were no straggler walkers to be found and I headed up to the farm house to see what I could find and take a breather and find a room to rest in. Hopefully the future holds no more psychos for me.

Notes

I know this chapter isn't very interesting but I promise there will be a lot more going on in the next and it's probably noticeable but there was a bare minimum of editing on this.

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