THE DEAD TIMES
DEAD ARE COMING...
Episode 10 - The Final Station
Things are not going well for our group on the seemingly endless road to Canada. First, they lost the car - something only Twinkies and sugary cakes could make up for. Then, in a risky attempt to get enough precious man fuel, a huge blow; the death of their leader, Leroy. Taking up the mantle, Calvin and his brother in arms, Davy barely got out of the situation alive, winning a working car and a few more precious resources but unwilling to celebrate a victory that came at so great a cost. Lastly, a new survivor, a girl called Azucena joined the two boys left in the group - no one asked her to join, she just did. They also, due to an unholy infestation of Zombies, had to pass a location bound to have the materials they needed to survive - nothing is easy in this new world. Still, as long as someone within the crew remains standing (alive standing, not dead standing) the journey to Canada continues. Onwards!
As the beat-up but working car trundles along the tarmac road, Calvin spots a small house in the distance, seemingly unlooted and, while the number of Zombies is far less than in other locations, there are still more living dead than he would like. Something is wrong with these dead-heads too; they seem riled up, annoyed, a bit more lively than usual. There's nothing for it though, the team must tool up and head out - they require food and medical supplies badly. Pistol ammunition would be nice too; Davy's resorted to using the revolver as a club again after it ran out of bullets - a secondary concern however. Luckily, Azucena has brought a baseball bat along, probably the finest Zombie-basher on the market.
The Zombies are angry
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Within the first few seconds of combat, Calvin is down - no one even saw the attack that killed him. Next, Azucena is heard shouting; "Bring it on" - a final rebellious statement before she too succumbed to the evil dead. Only Davy remains, angry dead having reduced the group to a single man. He abandoned all hope of looting, knowing he had to get out of that fetid house of horrors or the dream of Canada would be forever out of reach. He sprints to the door, barrelling through the preoccupied dead - busy devouring the remains of his teammates. At last, back to safety - but for how long. Losing two people and not gaining anything in return was a death sentence, he knew that, but maybe he would get lucky, a fat pile of resources awaiting its liberation around the next bend.
The day has ended and Davy sleeps alone in a campsite just off the main road. There are no Zeds in sight but the weather is awful all night; heavy rain and extreme wind. By the morning, it has cleared - Davy somehow enjoying the foul weather and his isolation, his morale increasing. He eats two units of food, leaving only one unit in reserve - he needs more (when has food not been urgently needed on this trip?).
Driving on, Davy pulls up near a large apartment building - this place has got to have something he thinks and, if he is really lucky, an indoor pool, because, you know, that would be so cool! The Zombies here are the usual docile bunch and from a spray-painted sign left by other survivors, there's not many of them. It's game time!
Whoever left that sign was wrong, way wrong - even in the entrance hallway there are horrible groups of the things! Davy pushes his way past the first two, their sluggish speed and sloppy reactions helping no end, slipping into the room on the right. He steps out into a gym, a large, open-plan area packed with weights, fitness machines, bench press thingies, and, you guessed it, the walking dead. Retreat is not an option; he needs resources - a go on one of the fitness machines would be groovy too, get some badass biceps to scare the dead for a change. He scopes the room as quickly as possible, dead hands moving in, followed by dead bodies. There is a gap around the edges of the room and he goes for it, running and checking, running and checking. However, when undead move in from the room below him, he's cut off and soon smothered, all fight draining from his body. In a dying eulogy to his favourite show, The Walking Dead, he manages a single word before the final station is reached, a joker to the last.
The most important word for a Zombie apocalypse
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And so, the group is no more - the dream of Canada fading to nothing; Leroy, Calvin, Davy, Ann and Azucena just more victims of this unjust world. DANG IT!
I have no words, the emotions are too great
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DIARY:
Leroy and Calvin's Excellent Adventure
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ENTRY DESCRIPTION:
Here we are at last - the final episode of our truly excellent adventure. What fortunes await our travellers? Unjust doom at the snarling, biting, teeth of the dead, death by inches as starvation claims the group or will the road trip be a success, blessing each and every member of the team with lifelong joy in the Canada lands?
DATE ENTRY UPLOADED:
29/05/2017