Nightmare Continues.

Stumbling into view is Dave, the guy that lives across the street. It is obvious from his condition that something horrible befell him. Missing the lower half of his jaw, and his right arm tore off at the elbow he slowly makes his way towards me. I watch in grizzly terror as he slowly shuffles towards me. It is not until the unearthly moan of the undead escapes his lips that I am shaken from my terror. Realizing my danger I quickly run to the house, slamming the front door behind me. The large windows in the front of the house make it all but impossible to defend. Jen is at work, Mike at his grandparent.

After a quick assessment of the situation I release the dog from her leash, I cannot lead her around she would only slow me down. Making my way to the basement I grab my sword from the dresser in the spare room and head to the garage to scrounge up some weapons. The focus is gone, that leaves me home alone. What do we have...

Shovel, Rake, Maul, Pick-axe. Pick axe seems to be the best option, it's point is sturdy yet sharp enough to pierce the skull. With pick-axe in hand I head back upstairs. Into the bed room I go, to the bathroom to grab my 'zombie survival guide' and some spare clothes. Off to the kitchen to grab what food I have that is portable.

With my supplies stuffed into my ruck sack I head back to the garage. The guide says that a bicycle is the best mode of transportation in these instances. A quick check to make sure the tires are good on Cam's bike. Tossing the bike pump on top of my bag I sling it over the shoulders. The pick-axe tied to the strap, and my sword on my hip. Once more I try the hospital, trying to reach Jen. The line is still down, no choice left, half to ride. To make it to the hospital.

Push the the button on the door and it's off. Up the drive, past Dave who is still milling about in the road. Down the road on the bike. Long ride to the hospital, but I have to make it.

More to come...