What a day! First, I went back to that house where I heard the moans. I was fully loaded - assault rifle, pistols, swords... Went inside and found that he’d expired already. I think he’d been trapped inside after being turned and wasn’t able to escape. After that, it was just a matter of time. I hope we’re getting close to end of this mess. If the zombies die out then things might get a little more back to normal. Of course, that could have consequences I’m not sure I want to think about. I’ve done quite a few things that, lacking amnesty, could be seen in a very negative light.
On less depressing news, I hiked over to the amusement park. There were a couple of zombies milling around looking for shelter but otherwise it was quiet. Same thing at the Pepsi Center. It had been a shelter when the first outbreaks got widespread and sadly most of the people there died or were bitten and infected because of the situation. That’s when we were told to isolate ourselves. While that made it easier to control mass infection it also made it easier for the zombies to pick off the population, one house at a time.
The doors on the building were off the hinges and I didn’t dare go into the building. I remembered seeing the Harlem Globetrotters and lacrosse games there. Without power that place would be the perfect place for an entire horde of zombies to hide. A few vehicles were out front of the main doors that looked they’d been put there recently, but there were no signs of life from inside the building that I could see. Either someone had parked there and left or they’d gone in and not come out. In the interest of keeping my sanity and my ammunition a little longer, I wandered off toward downtown.
It was nice walking the relatively familiar streets. This was where I’d pretty much started my new hunting career. It was calm and the sun was shining. A little bright, even with my sunglasses, but the lack of breeze and the warming sun made it seem almost normal. I walked down past Coors Field and onto Broadway. There was a Catholic church at California and Broadway that my wife had performed at years ago. It was a nice church and the priest seemed like a good guy. I never agreed completely with what he preached, but I knew that he spoke from his heart, which was better than some in that field. She went on to sing elsewhere and we never went back. I always wondered what happened to the priest and his parishioners.
I walked down Broadway again, past the bar where the hunter had been killed and the Starbucks where that pair had fought off a pack. It was eerily quiet now. Crows had been picking at the corpses in both locations and I’m guessing that coyotes or foxes took a lot of the rest. I guess our anatomy is different enough that the virus can’t infect other kinds of animals. That’s a good thing, don’t get me wrong.
I stopped when I got to the capital. I pulled out my binoculars and looked around the park and the buildings. I couldn’t really see anything moving but I was going to be careful now that I was hoofing it. I’d walked a good two or three miles from my base camp. Trying to get back there followed by a horde of zombies was not a comforting thought. I walked back around and noticed some vehicles parked in one of the pay lots. They’d been there a while - probably since the whole fiasco started. One of them, though, was a Prius. And it reminded me that I should probably see about picking one up.
I headed back to base camp. On the way I noticed that the zombies milling around outside the amusement park had packed up and moved on. I wondered if they’d moved over to the Pepsi Center or not. I opted not to find out for now and completed my run. I needed to find a dealership and, sadly, my iPhone wasn’t working anymore. Damn zombie apocalypse.
I found a yellow pages in the building and looked up dealerships. There were several not that far away but none that were explicitly selling hybrid vehicles (electric was right out with no power). I packed up and headed out for the nearest ones.
It took only two dealerships to find hybrid - exactly the one I was seeking. It was in great condition and had a full tank of gas. I started it up and it was awesome - sleek, quiet, and my rifle fit perfectly in the passenger seat. I put my 9mms in the cup holders and drove around the neighborhood. I stumbled upon a zombie wandering a residential street. I rolled down the window - automatic! - and popped him from a block away. Took two rounds which, if I remember my Red Dawn correctly, would allow the Crow to locate my position. I just hoped no Native Americans were out looking for me.
My new ride comfortably set up and motoring around quietly I zipped back to base camp and parked it in the rear with my H3. I was amassing a little fleet of vehicles but this Prius was going to help me locate those guys to the south. It was getting dark, though, and I needed to make sure that I was fully rested before I went to tackle that. I barricaded myself in the lodge room, reloaded my M-16 clip and popped some Advil. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
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