I couldn't find my mother in Florida, though I'm glad I didn't see her as one of the living dead. I don't think my heart could've handled that, I really don't think I could've.
Paul and Shadow got out of the truck and I slipped into the driver's seat when we reached a military base. It's a bit on the funny side to me really. It seems the only real way to be able to survive in the zombie apocalypse is to keep on the road, keep moving, never to stay in a single place else you become amongst the numbered ranks of the dead that walk.
Paul and Shadow came out with an ammo case full of grenades, though it doesn't seem they were able to find any rocket launchers. I was hoping they would, that would've been neat, then again the only one that would really know how to use one of those properly would be Paul himself, but just the same, we all know how much Paul loves these explosives and guns and I just enjoy beating the fuck out of them.
Every zombie I hit with a ball bat I name as someone that's either attempted at screwing me over in life or someone I just plain flat didn't like. It makes it very stress relieving.
Before the zombie apocalypse I couldn't get a job, jobs were scarce with a very high unemployment rate in the United States and President Obama at the time didn't seem to know how the fuck to get us out (which would've been to have these multi billion and multi trillion dollar corporations to start spending money or change the currency to make their money worthless, but that's another story and no longer relevant in today's world). When I did have a job, I wouldn't be able to keep it, my attitude issues would either cause me to lose the job or I would simply quit. I didn't enjoy it in the slightest and it always disturbed me, like I'd get nowhere fast in life and I also really hated the fact that working as a PC Technician in computer repair stores would pay me minimum wage for a skilled labor job. Geek Squad wouldn't hire me because they claim Linux is a hacker tool and they don't support hacker tools. The idiots. Their website required internet explorer from Microsoft or you couldn't apply for work. Fuck them, fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them!!!!
It's great with the zombie apocalypse now though. My only real job is survival and killing zombies. All the free shit I want, I don't have to worry about bills anymore. It's all about surviving and finding my next sets of meals and preparing hot foods when we run into a place that still has electricity due to either the power grid still working or generators that can be cranked on. The fresh water supply still seems to be running, though that's only used to take spit baths. Taking a rag and running it under the sink and using some hand soap to wash our crotches, underarms, face and hair.
We stray away from public restrooms most of the time and really only go in one at a time when we want to clean ourselves. Clean clothes however is a completely different story. We just raid a clothing store or a Wal-Mart and simply get naked and throw on some clean and brand new clothes from the racks, leaving our dirty shit on the ground practically where ever. Why bother with the trash cans? This isn't civilized society anymore. Plus it's great because we can be a royal dick and not have to worry about the consequences. In most cases it also seems the nerds of society and those at the bottom rung of society are the ones who are the Alpha Males.
We passed by a car broken down with what looked like a mother and her small child, probably 5 or 6 years of age locked in their vehicle. The hood was shut but the car was still smoking. As we were in their line of sight, the mother got out of the car and shut the door behind her promptly and started to wave at us. We weren't stopping. Unless it's a large group of people, we're not stopping for folks on the side of the fucking road. Too many cases in which someone will attempt at tricking us just to take our shit. We're not about to let that happen, not a prayer's chance in hell. Paul said after we passed her that she fell to her knees and started crying in her hands. Not my problem, not my concern. She should've played the situation a little better and not have been fucked up. We have all the supplies we need if we were to break down, blown tire, etc and enough to keep our truck maintained. That dumb cunt could've as well. But nah, she was probably thinking only of getting out and driving. I bet she just ran out of gas and needed a tank refill, but again, not my problem. She should've thought about getting gas cans and gasoline filled in them for just that kind of emergency, but she didn't. Women.
Then there's one more instance of another survivor, but this was in what I think was Greenville, Mississippi, we're still in the town I think unless we already crossed the city limits and I just didn't notice. One doesn't seem to care much about where they're at too much when there's not really anywhere but everywhere to go and no need to confine oneself to city and state limitations.
We saw one guy though in Greenville, MS that was standing on a hill top, shotgun in hand. Very brave looking ginger, probably in his twenties as far as age was concerned. The zombie horde nearby was running after his red haired ass at a rather surprising pace and he just stood there with his shotgun. He was either brave or gave up on life and was waiting for his approaching death by zombie, in either case, I stopped the truck and pointed to Paul and Shadow to check out that red headed fuck up there.
The ginger stood up there, bravely, kept standing, not even firing a shot, but shotgun ready and aimed, the horde getting closer and closer to him. Then at a moments notice, the ginger turned high tail practically leaving a trail of wet shit in his path. It's like he expected the zombies to slip on his runny shit and break their necks. My god it was fucking hilarious to watch. The ginger however was running a completely different direction and since neither of us know these roads very well, didn't know exactly how to get to where he was running towards to see if we could possibly save him. Afterall, how could we not trust someone like that? He had a gun, he seems trustworthy... and intelligent enough to know to have a gun instead of a fucking blood belching vagina.
I'm extremely glad we don't have any fucking women in our party. Sure it would be great to do our manly duties and repopulate the Earth with people, but honestly after seeing how several women acted during the apocalypse and lack of preparation (even amongst the survivors barely scraping by), I'd rather take my chances with just having sex with a guy or just stroking my cock off myself until I bust my seed. I don't really care to hear the nagging either. Before the apocalypse most of the women I know would just fucking nag nag nag, and they nag so persistently that I'd be afraid that'd be nagging after the zombie apocalypse too forcing me to use them as zombie chow, which zombies ask for by name.
Not sure really what to do is Mississippi, but one thing's for sure, it's been great traveling. We had to stop off at another gas station to refill the truck and gas cans, which was a lot easier and more comfy to do with Paul and Shadow both picking zombies off. It's like those two are playing a game with each other. I bet they'd probably call it "Who's the better killer". It's either that or they just really love an unlimited supply of moving targets.
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