Walking down the road, alone.

[dwightmoore]

He was walking down the road, headed towards Florida, with nothing but a AK-47 and a weed whacker. Every time he met up with a zombie, he would use his weed whacker first. "If I waste bullets with my gun, I might as well be a dead carcass surrounded by vultures." He would always run out of gas for his weed whacker, so he would have to travel miles with nothing but his hatchet for back up, and his AK-47. Dwight would hear moans all the time. At night, he would go into a house and triple check all the rooms. If there were no houses around, he would build a fire with his matches, and never sleep.

He woke up by a distant scream. He knew he couldn't save that person getting infected. Too risky. He thought long and hard, but never had the guts to investigate. He knew, if there was a hoard, he would be in some serious stuff. As he was turning on his iPod Touch that had 20% battery life, a zombie was right in front of him. He couldn't make any sudden movements at all.

He tried to slowly inch away, but the infected individual kept inching towards him. He did what he had to do. He pulled out his hatchet within a split second, and swung straight for the infected head. It severed the head. The head was only hanging on by a weensy cord of flesh. He picked up his AK-47, and weed whacker, and ran down the highway. He stopped at a sign, about 2 hours after walking, that read "Florida Boarder: 5 miles."

"Great" he thought. He was excited to see, that he was close to the next state. He felt accomplished. He headed down the road. About 3 hours later, he arrived to the boarder. There were a few cars. He walked upon a few police patrol, and they seemed normal. "Run into any survivors lately?" he asked. "We saw a few walk down this road. We let them pass a couple of hours ago. If you hurry, maybe you can catch up?"

[anna]

Maybe she should feel bad, but most of her didn't. Anna had been use to taking care of herself most of her life, why should the apocalypse be any different for her? It wasn't, which is what she kept telling herself as she was trolling down the freeway in a black four door Buick, listening to Steelers Wheel number one hit song some time ago before Anna was even born. It wasn't even one of her favorite songs (or any song she liked), but the damned cassette was stuck in the car and it was the only song that had been playing for the last forty-two minutes. But it was better than the silence that would follow if Anna cut the radio off,

In the passenger seat in the front was a bottle of lighter fluid Anna had acquired, her pistol, cigarette lighter and a yellow pages. She was going to find her family and make some zombies get an ass kicking on the way there. In the back seat was her every trusty backpack, a sweatshirt that she had found in one of the malls and three boxes of shoes. Life was pretty grand given that Anna managed to find a working car that was doing about eighty, a yellow pages and shoes to last her for some time.

While she drove down the interstate to the Florida border, Anna used her right hand to fish around in the glove box to see if there happened to be a map in this boat of metal. With a groan, all she found were napkins from various food joints, more cassettes and a wrapper to some candy bar, which was promptly tossed out the window. Suddenly there was a binging heard within the car, causing her full attention to shift to the gas gauge in the car.

"Oh, no, no, no. Come on baby. I saw the sign for a gas station just at the next exit at the border. Just hold on." Anna stroked the steering wheel affectionately as if coaxing the car to work with her. She wasn't one to pray much, but she'd pray to any damn god to make sure she could make it to the boarder and that gas station. Just less than a mile to go, but Anna hadn't wanted to stop in just any gas station given that it wasn't safe. If any place was stop, it'd be the boarders of states given that military were trying their best to keep more from coming in and going out.

Just then the phone book she had the page opened to slid off the passenger seat and Anna reached over to try and snag it before it fell. Unfortunately she had not been so lucky and soon she was face first into the passenger area, scooping it up from the ground. With a successful 'aha!' Anna shot her head up just in time to see two walkers standing in the center of the highway, causing her to panic and spin the wheel due to that panic. The car skidded sideways, hitting them both and then slid on gravel and finally hit the barrier, causing the car to roll sideways for a few rounds.

When the car finally came to a stop, Anna was stuck upside down with the seat belt holding her in place, her hands grazing the roof of the car as she took a few rapid breaths in. "Shit, shit! Her tiny fingers went to the seat belt to try and unclasp herself from it, but given the angle Anna couldn't reach it. She was stuck in the middle of the highway with the damn song grating on her nerves.

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[dwightmoore]

It seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. The sun kept crawling over the mountains and clouds. When the clouds were gone, it was hell turned over. It had to be at least 100*F. He felt as if, he was melting. It made him, in a good way, sort of miss Washington's cold, chilly weather.

But at the same time, he hated it when he lived there. Snow, rain, ice. "Damn." he thought. He didn't know where he wanted to be. Arizona has always been his dream. But when the apocalypse hit, he had to move to Georgia. When he was there, he might as well go to Florida, where the nature is just stunning.

As he was dreadfully walking, he saw a distant shine. He walked another 50 yards. He looked again. Closer, and closer. "I'll be damned. Its a car!" He ran too it. He checked to see if there was any ammunition or weapons.

As he looked through the tinted windows, of the upside down car, he noticed something scrambling in the car. He pulled out his Hatchet.. But he knew it wasnt a zombie! The front end then burst to flames. He knew that was why the survivor was most likely struggling. He try'd opening the door, but it was jammed. "I'll get you out! Dont worry!"

But there was a reason to be worried. There were flames right in front of her face. He kicked the door.. It moved just a bit. He then slammed it with his foot, it set free, and he yanked it open! It looked as if she were trying to get her seat belt off though.. That could cause a problem.

He took his hatchet, "You are going to have to trust me right now!" Dwight then swung the hatchet at the belt, and it almost broke free. Swung it again, and it broke free. Now that shes free, she should be safe. But he had to save the stuff he once saw in the back, before the vehicle exploded.

Thats another worry too him. Explosion's. His house exploded once. The gas tank was shot by a hooligan as they were drunk. Bad, bad memories. He then thought about the vehicle exploding. Shards of scrap metal, and glass, and rubber would fly everywhere.

He pry'd the door open with the end of his Hatchet, and saw what he saw. Shoes, and a bag. He grabbed a pair, and the pack, and saw, the flames started to roar over him. Heat. He hated it so much before the flames. But with the flames, it added an extra heat. Unbearable. He jumped out of the way, with 1st degree burns he thought. The flames now roared. It scared him. Almost more than the living dead.

[anna]

Having blood rush to the top of your head not only made a person feel extremely light headed, but nauseated beyond all belief. Anna gagged for a moment before her eyes closed as the blood continued to trickle its way up through her veins instead of down. Perhaps that was why she had missed the man completely as he riffled through the back seat of her car before her eyes shot open and Anna took a deep breath in to keep from passing out completely.

That and the sudden heat burst that was felt upon Anna's face and arms as she sat there upside down within the car. Her body went into the natural flight or fight reaction and soon Anna's fingers were pressing at everything within the car, trying to find something that would help her escape from the fiery flames that crawled its way up the length of the hood and towards her. A voice. Anna crammed her neck to the side to see if the voice belonged to that of the walking dead, but then she remembered none of the walking dead had any civil sort of conversations or thought process.

"Please hurry. Please." To say she wasn't scared at the possibility of dying couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth, but if she had to die this way, Anna knew she wouldn't be coming back as the walking dead. Somehow that made the situation a little better, but not by much. With being upside down and smoke making its way up to her face, Anna began to cough as tears clouded her eyes and then fell over her half-open lids. It was a good thing her line of vision was impaired the first time the man swung the hatch at her seat belt, because Anna would have told him to stop and leave her be; using a few key choice words at him too. When he swung the second time, Anna's petite frame stiffened and her shoulders flinched as the strap broke and allowed her to topple face first into the roof.

"Are you crazy?! If you had cut into me, walkers would have been on our asses in seconds!" Anna seethed at him as she scrambled from the car as he started to raid her backseat. Once she was out of the car and a few feet back, Anna closed her eyes and shook her head. He had saved her life, even if his means were a bit extreme. "Thank you. Just, next time maybe try something else." She looked down at her bag in his hands and a pair of shoes that he had managed to save. Unfortunately her telephone book and other random items in her front seat were not salvageable.

Anna bent over at her waist and took a large deep breath in, her hands pushing her long red hair off her face and neck. Never before had she felt so trapped and unable to do anything for herself, and she hated that feeling. "We should move." Anna spoke quietly, still bent over at the waist. "Where were you going?" Anna finally looked up at her 'hero' as she took another step away from the car, distancing herself from the orange and red hued flames that engulfed the car completely.[/size]

[dwightmoore]

"I was headed to Sarasota, Florida." He yelled, over the loud flames. Flames. Explosions. Heat. "Shit! We better get going really soon! The explosion will devour us before the zombies can!" he was really worried. He threw the bag to her, and picked the shoes up. "If I hadn't seen your car, you would have been dead!" he thought to himself. He hoped to himself he didnt just sound like a complete jerk, who was bragging.

He had a confident attitude. He just saved a womens life. He saved a elders life before, just a split second before the old man got hit by a semi truck. He knew, at any moment, they could die. "Anything thing else in there thats REALLY important? We still have a few seconds to grab anything." The flames had not yet engulfed the gas tank.

As he was waiting for a reply, he heard the living dead. He knew why. His burns. It was such a horrible idea to do such that stupid move. But at the same time, there could be some good stuff in the bag. "Hopefully its not just make up and hair stuff." He thought to himself. He pulled at his hatchet, and looked at the Horde.

The hatchet would not kill all of these. There had to be at least 10 coming his way. He has heard of worse. His best friend, got devoured by a horde, of at least 50. Dwight was lucky. 10, wasnt that bad. He grabbed his hatchet, and flung it towards one of there heads. He had a obsession of some sort, of throwing stuff at living creatures heads. But, it was to save his life.

It took its head clear off. "Clean, satisfying kill." He told the survivor. Theres one down.. Maybe 9 more to get? He quickly pulled his AK-47u, the smaller version, off of his belt, and shot each one with about 2 bullets to the head. He can NOT waste ammo. That would just be stupid if he used 20 bullets a zombie. As he was just about to murder the last zombie, he heard a click of his gun.

"Damnit!" It came towards him, and lunged at him. He knew, this would most likely, be the end of him. Unless of course, the survivor snapped its neck, or picked his hatchet up and flung at it. But as he looked over, it looked as if she were just, standing there, waiting for him to get eaten. He tried to wrestle it, but it was almost impossible. Zombies are stronger than human beings. We all knew that.

[anna]

Anna looked at the wreckage with utter disbelief. How the hell did she manage to get a car and then manage to not only wreck it but set it ablaze? She ran a hand through her hair again, frustrated at her stupidity and sheer dumb luck. At his question, Anna's eyes shot over to the passenger side as she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I got a phone book in there." Anna started to move around to the other side of the car to try and snag it out, but there was a noise behind her petite frame. Anna didn't need to turn around to know what it was; her worse fears had come true. The fire had captured the attention of the wrong people (or things) after all. Well, at least the blasted song stopped playing by now, that was a big plus in Anna's mind.

"I got a small pistol in here." Anna pulled it out after the guy threw his axe, or whatever the hell it was at a creature, thus leaving his hands open. Well, he could make use of her gun better than she could Anna supposed. She wasn't very good with it until it was almost too late and a walking dead was on her heels so to speak.

With her small pistol given to him, Anna weaved her way around the fiery flames that tried to lick at her skin, hoping to get the phone book from somewhere around the passenger area in the front. Her right hand reached into the car, grabbing the phone book that had started to brown from the heat and blacken at a corner that had managed to find its way into the flames. With a hasty yank, Anna shot it away from her, making sure none of her clothing was caught on fire before she stomped heavily on the book, trying to put the small flame in the corner out. A triumphant smile was plastered upon her face once the book seemed safe as Anna bent down and picked the thing up.

"Well, we can always run." Anna didn't want to stick around because a small horde usually turned into a larger one and then there would be no way for them to escape. "Seems you got it down pat." Anna stepped away from the blaze, the man with the gun and the small horde of zombies, not intending on sticking around.
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