Summary of events:
Sept 30, 2023
The group prepared to sleep in the hobby garage the best they could. Bruce, slipping into the role of natural leader, talked to the girls about taking a turn on watch, explaining that it's more fair as a group to divide the burden. He even suggested that they take a shift together so they wouldn't be as scared.
He quickly found out that neither woman wanted to spend any more time alone with the other than absolutely necessary.
Debbie, who had sometimes been referred to as 'Betty' by Stacey and Delmore, asserts that her real name is not 'Betty' and does not wish to be called that any more. Stacey says that it's a valid nickname that stuck, and since she'd been called that for so long back in the 'Bedrock' cantonment, as in "bed-down with bedrock betty, the town whore," that she was not about to stop using the term.
After the harsh exchange and near physical fight that followed, Bruce agreed that it's not in the best interest to have them on watch together.
Debbie admitted that she doesn't feel secure on watch alone. If one of the 'fast zombies' got in, like back in Bedrock, she doesn't feel that the men would be able to wake up fast enough to react if they were all asleep, and so at least one fighter-type should be awake at all times. Bruce considered this. Betty ended up sharing her watch with Bruce, While Stacey used the unresolved nature of the issue to slip away and not participate in the sentry roster at all.
Ken made sure that he stayed inside his Mustang with the doors locked to sleep. When Sawyer objected, on the grounds that he needed to eventually get him up for his turn at watch, Ken told him to just knock on the window.
When Ken did take his turn at watch, he widened a hole in the pegboard that covered up one of the windows, allowing him to keep an eye out. The night was still cold and absolutely black.
In the pre-dawn light, the group, in various stages of wakefulness, detected the muttering of a small engine getting closer. A look out Ken's improvised viewport showed them a guy on a 4-wheeler ATV driving across the field from a subdivision, on his way to the highway. His route was going to take him close by the garage they were in.
Sawyer, with motives unclear, ran out the door to try to chase him down. Bruce was not far behind, if only to keep a leash on Sawyer. Ken went to his car to grab his heavy rifle and set up the bipod, so he could keep an eye on the exchange from a good vantage point.
The ATV rider saw them chasing and slowed down. Keeping the engine going, he kept them at a few dozen meters distance. They had to shout back and forth to talk, all the while drawing out any zombies in the area.
The new guy was afraid of them, not wanting to get caught by marauders, if that's what they were. Sawyer and Bruce wanted to know who he was and where he came from, but were getting increasingly pissed-off at the situation being a zombie-magnet.
They argued back and forth, not making any headway in trusting each other.
Sawyer finally told him to drop any and all weapons, and Bruce ordered him to immediately turn off the vehicle. He mentioned that they had a sniper with a rifle trained on him. This was enough to spook the rider and he took off at high speed.
Bruce and Sawyer ran back to the shelter of the garage, hoping the zombies that were shambling and staggering across the fields from the suburbs would follow the rider and not them.
This hope died as they heard the ATV circle around and come to idle directly beside the garage, on the blind side. The guys inside the garage were really pissed now. Ken loaded up his mustang in case he had to make a run for it.
Talking through the boarded up window, Bruce made a deal with the new guy: he could come along with them, if he would abide by the will of the group, and contribute to their overall survival. A small horde of shambling zombies was steadily converging on their position.
Once that was settled, Bruce and Sawyer got a wire and tied down the throttle on the ATV hoping it would lure the zombie away if it took off on its own. Ken told them they were foolish, and berated them for not paying more attention to the behaviour patterns of the zombies over the last decade and a half.
Ken was proven right, as the zombies began pounding on the walls of the garage, ignoring the ATV as it tore off down the road. Everyone jumped into their vehicles; Vinnie got into the Mustang with Ken; Sawyer and Bruce had another standoff on who should drive the Suburban. With the zombies building, Sawyer decided again not to argue the point...yet.
Brock started up his station wagon, and was joined by the new arrival, who introduced himself as 'Ben'. (This was the replacement character of the guy who had previously played Lucas.)
Stacey, Delmore and Debbie got into the back of the Suburban, and they all peeled out of the garage heading south.
After a couple hours of slow, cautious driving, they stopped once to fill water bottles from a small lake by the side of the road. Delmore and Sawyer ventured down to the water's edge. Sawyer warned him about submerged zombies. Delmore thought about it, then decided that Sawyer was just trying to make a fool of him, and waded in clear of the weeds to fill the water bottles.
there was no water zombie incident. Delmore felt good for not listening to the 'di'kut'. Sawyer thought Delmore was an 'shabla idiot' for not listening to his warning.
They pulled into a farm down the road. The new guy, 'Ben' went out into the farm field to forage for any wild crops that might be growing. Ken went with him to keep an eye out.
Delmore watched the women and the vehicles, while the others searched the farm house and out-buildings. In an upstairs bedroom they found a writhing body covered by a blanket. Under the blanket was a naked woman tied down to the bed. She was gagged and struggling, but her milky eyes showed that she was a zombie, but hadn't been one for very long. Sawyer stabbed her through the skull with his knife. In the closet was a male zombie wearing nothing but leather chaps, with gnaw marks on his face. He was also dispatched.
They surmised that the girl may have been a rape victim of a group of marauders. This gave them a few moments of introspective thought as to who might be around. They weren't too sure about the guy-zombie with the chaps' story.
Meanwhile, out in the field, Ken and 'Ben' saw a pair of fast street bikes come ripping down the highway heading south. As they passed the farm they slowed and turned. They stopped, the riders looking at them, revving their machines. They had full leather suits, and riding helmets with rifles strapped across their backs. One of them lifted his visor to use a set of binos. Ken took aim at that one with his heavy rifle.
When the motorcyclist spotted this, they quickly took off down the road. 'Ben' went back to rooting around for potatoes, finding just one.
The remainder of the search took a few more hours. Just before noon they heard an ominous rumble coming up the highway from the south. In the distance was a convoy.
Six motorcycles were out in front, followed by a half dozen cars of various types. Behind them, the convoy included a big tractor-trailer, a school bus, a dump truck, a few 4x4 trucks and a tanker truck. They did NOT look friendly.
Everyone went running to their vehicles. Stacey asked to get in with Ken and Vinnie, thinking the fastest car would keep her safe from the approaching convoy if they were marauders. Vinnie leacherously offered her a spot on his lap, but at a harsh word from Ken he leaned forward to allow her to slither into the back seat.
Bruce led the flight with the SUV, keeping the speed relatively low to conserve gas. He figured they could deal with any bikers, they just needed to keep ahead of those big trucks and hope for the pursuers to run out of fuel first. Brock's station wagon kept close.
Ken revved his mustang, and pulled out into the lead. He was thrilled to let his muscle-car flex a bit. However, he was spending too much time looking in the rear view mirror, and ended up off the road at a bend. He kept from wiping out with some skillful driving and coaxed it back onto the blacktop. The SUV and the Station Wagon passed him, while he was getting things back under control.
Ken noted that the motorcycles had broken off from the convoy and were closing fast.
He accelerated hard. The muscle car quickly caught up to the others and passed them again. He raced ahead, trying to get a really big lead so that they could lay an ambush for the bikers.
When Ken saw the turn-off he wanted, he hit the brakes, but overshot it by a few meters. He spun around to stop in the gravel of the shoulder. Vinnie got the window open and he took aim at the bikers with his 9mm as they passed right by the Suburban and station wagon and came into range.
Vinnie used his skills as a Ranger to brace himself in the window frame. Firing two shots he took down one of the bikers before the others raced onwards down the road out of range. By then Bruce and Brock had driven by, and Ken got the car turned around and pointed the right way. Vinnie called out that they had more company from behind...
Two cars had detached from somewhere unseen at the rear of the convoy to power on ahead in pursuit. They looked to be trans-ams, with sheet steel welded over the windshield and windows, and with reinforcing around the body.
Ken poured on the speed, and before long he had caught up to Bruce, Sawyer, Delmore and Debbie in the Suburban, passed them and was looking forward to chasing down the bikers.
By this time,Brock's station wagon was getting up to a good speed and had outdistanced the suburban by a good amount. Ken raced past him. Brock noted that the bikers had pulled off the road around the next bend at a built-up intersection. He wondered briefly what they were doing before he saw the Ken slam down the brakes, the mustang's tires spewing blue smoke and laying down a patch of rubber. It swerved hard-right to avoid spike strips the bikers has thrown down.
The mustang went off the road, Ken aiming to cut across a vacant lot, and come up onto the road running to the right. Instead, Ken lost control, across the grass and gravel patch and ended up slamming sideways into a concrete light post.
Brock managed to hit the brakes soon enough to avoid the spike strip. He pulled off and went across the vacant lot to where Ken, and Vinnie were shaking off the stun. Stacey, in back seemed hurt badly from the impact. Brock and the new guy 'Ben' told them to bail out and get into the station wagon.
Ken refused, since the Mustang's engine was still straining to run despite its mangled appearance. Ken vowed he'd drive it as far as it'd go rather than abandon it with it's nearly full gas tank. He worked it off the post and then put it in drive. The wrecked car hauled itself onto the road.
Meanwhile, the two armored trans-ams had caught up to the Suburban and were trying to box it in and force it off the road. Sawyer, who had been yelling at Delmore to use the M16 on them repeatedly, finally got Bruce' handgun and cranked the window down.
Just as the trans-am recovered from a failed attempt to muscle the heavier SUV off the road, Sawyer leaned out and fired several shots into its tires. The front tire blew out and the car immediately pinioned into a sideways skid and went off the blacktop into the ditch.
The other car was nudging the SUV from behind. Bruce slammed on the brakes, but the marauder decelerated fast enough to avoid a hard collision.
Just then Debbie screamed 'Look out up ahead!'
Bruce saw the spike strips, and was luckily going slow enough to avoid them. They headed off-road to where the mustang was just starting to get some speed. The Trans-am came to a stop in front of the spike strips and revved its engine. The leather-suited bikers ran out to collect the spike strips.
Sawyer and Bruce both urged Delmore to take them out. Delmore brought up the M-16 and methodically set the selector to repetition, aimed and controlled his breathing. At 150 meters he took one out with a headshot through the motorcyclist's visor. After a few breaths and a long trigger squeeze he repeated the feat, dropping another. By then, the other bikers had gone for cover, and the trans-am squealed its tires into a 180 and went back down the road.
Delmore, who was sweating profusely, and shaking slightly, was congratulated as they got back on the highway heading east to catch up with the others. Delmore didn't tell anyone that that was the first time he had ever shot a living person.
The mustang, struggled to maintain a speed of 50km/h. It was leaving behind a trail of oil, coolant spots and other fluids. Brock kept the station wagon close by, to pick them up when the engine finally died. A cold autumn rain began to fall. There was no signs of pursuit.
After 20 kilometers, the engine was smoking badly and they pulled off on a side road up to a cul de sac where the first few houses of a subdivision had been built. As the mustang caught fire, everyone pitched in to douse the flames. After clearing out a garage they put the vehicles in, and salvaged the fuel from the dead mustang.
Bruce, performed first aid procedures on Stacey, making her comfortable and warning against the effects of possible whiplash, concussion and watched for signs of shock. Vinnie and Ken seemed shaken, bruised but otherwise unhurt.
When Bruce and Sawyer asked 'Ben' if he wanted to come and search the three houses, he said his name was 'Will' and had no idea why they were calling him 'Ben'. Sawyer and Bruce were both puzzled and exasperated, but they went on with the search, with 'Will'.
The search led to a confrontation between 'Will' and Sawyer. While arguing over who got to keep some scavenged articles, 'Will' a pretty skinny older guy shot his mouth off and Sawyer was about to pummel him. Will ducked behind Bruce for protection.
Bruce told Sayer to lay-off, and shoved the convict up against the wall. A long, cold, stare-down followed, until Sawyer broke it off and gave a murderous glance at 'Will'. They continued their sweep.
Meanwhile Ken had found himself a functional station wagon in the one garage and was pumping fuel into its tank. Vinnie was watching over Stacey, who had lapsed into unconsciousness. He decided, 'first-aid wise', to loosen restrictive clothing, mainly her shirt.
He then proceeded to take her chest-temperature. With his palms. Brock just shook his head, to which Vinnie responded with a what-the-hell? shrug.
As the rain got harder, the first zombies began to show up around the garage. Bruce and Will went out and made some noise to lure them away so the others could open the garage and prepare to move out. They were worried that the marauders would be conducting a methodical search of the area, and wanted to leave under the cover of the weather, before darkness forced them to use their headlights and possibly give away their position.
They followed a series of back roads before finally driving off-road up an embankment onto a major highway heading north toward Wyoming.
The rainy weather brought dusk early, and they stopped at a trailer-home affixed to a double car garage to take refuge for the night. They discovered a Ford F-350 superduty crewcab in good condition, and considered adopting it.
Stacey was feeling much better, and as they gathered in the living room, swathed in blankets against the damp chill, Sawyer brought out a bottle of tequila he'd recently found. He passed it to Stacey, who said it was her second favorite drink, next to coors light. Sawyer passed it around the room, to every person except to 'Will'. He even gave Bruce a swig. When Delmore refused, unwilling to accept anything from Sawyer, Sawyer said he'd earned it, with those good shots with the rifle earlier. Delmore grinned and took a few swigs.
Not to be outdone, 'Will' then revealed his big bottle of Rye and shared it around. They feasted on some barbecue potato chips and doritos to help pump up the group spirit as they huddled in the near-darkness, listening to the patter of cold rain on the trailer roof and the window panes.
They knew Brock had had a bit too much to drink when Stacey yelled at him. He was grabbing at Stacey's breasts. 'Hey, what?' he slurred. 'Vinnie can cop a feel, but not me? I deserve to get me some titties.'
Sawyer and Bruce pulled him off and manhandled him down the hall. He slurred some insults and then stumbled out to the garage to pass out in his station wagon.
Shortly after, concerned, Stacey wanted to know where she should sleep. Both women osik-canned the idea of them sharing the 'kids' room. Stacey agreed to go to the 'master bedroom' as long as Bruce went with her. Bruce said he'd set up his cot at the foot of the bed, saying that she needed to recuperate. Stacey pouted and went to bed.
'Will' took the top bunk in the kid room, and Debbie took the bottom. Ken said he'd sleep in his new vehicle. Sawyer intended to take the couch in the living room. He and Bruce stayed up for a while talking about life, while Vinnie made up a bed in the SUV.
Stacey came out to the living room, wanting Bruce to come and investigate a noise she heard. Bruce noted the veiled invitation, and politely declined. Sawyer grinned came to 'investigate the noise' instead.
Stacey she got pissed off, and tried to lure Bruce to her room in increasingly less veiled terms. Finally, after all her attempts had failed she stormed out to where Bruce was and yelled at him 'Do you want to shab or not!?' When he said not this night, that she needed her sleep, she called him a faggot, and took Sawyer instead. Sawyer proved willing enough, and as soon as the door was shut he threw her down on the bed and did her senseless.
A bit later, Bruce was still thinking. He still had needs, but he couldn't stand that lazy, obnoxious, blonde tart. He went to Debbie's bunk and asked if they could talk. He led her back on the couch, swathed in a comforter where she talked a bit about her hurtful past, and wondered what was the use of being alive. Especially if she can't ever contribute to the human race by having children. Bruce softened her disposition. She admitted she was forced to be a whore back at the cantonment and resented it.
But with his soft demeanor, she eventually agreed to indulge him anyway. She trusted him to keep her alive at least a while longer. Bruce promised he'd do everything her could to keep her safe. He tried to ignore the image of driving away from that girl, Hope, when they fled the cantonment.
Delmore walked in just as she was about to start showing him some oral gratification. Delmore said he'd been on watch and was now wondering where he was supposed to sleep. Bruce told him to go to the bottom bunk in the other room, since Debbie wouldn't be there now.
Debbie's blowjob soon evolved into her straddling him followed by an energetic session.
In the other room, sounds of this drifted in to where 'Will' and Delmore were listening.
"osik man, they're fuckin alright." Delmore said bitterly. "Didn't even invite me. I must have tapped that shebs like a hundred times back at the cantonment, now I don't even rate a second glance."
'Will' just sighed and said that maybe his turn was coming still. They both tried to get some sleep, but just before dawn were woken by the sounds of moaning. They soon realized it was an encore sex session in the living room.
"Guess it's better than waking up to a zombie." Delmore said, and they both chuckled. They lay listening, waiting for another day to start.