Jesse Kimball: 4/11 Part 2

Osterberg and I loaded up the truck after he finished his latest mod, he said it might come in handy for finding Collin… he was right. When we got to the outskirts, Osterberg jumped into the gunner seat in the back, better safe than sorry kind of situation. For an hour and a half we wandered around trying to find hints of Collin’s activities, seeing nothing more than trash and abandoned vehicles. Then we saw it: a lone zombie sprinting full speed about 300 yards up from us out of some brush, crossing our current path. I decided to park the truck and have a little fun with this one. I left the truck and pulled out my Barrett .50 cal (yes, I know it’s unnecessary and sometimes worthless against zombies, but it makes me happy, so shut it) and took aim with the gun mounted on the hood of the truck. I looked through the scope and got a clearer picture of my target, which was not a zombie at all, but a man… a man running freakishly fast. I thought this had to be Collin, but why was he running? I looked back to the brush and saw thirty or so zombies erupting from the tree-line. All I could think was…oh! That. I fired a couple of rounds into the mob, taking out a chunk of them and trying to bring their attention to us, but to no avail, they wanted the easier meal. So I jumped back into the truck, Osterberg still at the turret looking through a pair of ridiculous looking binoculars.
“There’s another mob in the brush… probably around fifty more or so.”
“Then I suppose it’s time for an intervention of sorts”
I floored it and Osterberg’s voice came over the police scanner
“There’s something else… Looks like a man on a motorcycle… with a… machete?”
“What?!”
Sure enough, a motorcycle came into view from the opposite direction with a machete held high, racing towards Collin. The rider slid to a halt right in front of Collin and threw his machete at the approaching zombies, in what could have been an epic moment to end all epic moments. Sadly, the machete hit the zombie in the knee butt first, semi-stunning it. The rider started swearing and frantically fumbled to get his bike started… It wouldn’t start. I floored it as they both started to run away from the rapidly approaching zombies. Luckily for them, I’m crazy. I swerved tail facing the zombies and Osterberg let the rounds fly. I unlocked the door so that Collin and the rider could get in while Osterberg finished the last of them. We got back into town without further incident, Collin had passed out and the rider didn’t seem like the talkative type, he just kind of muttered to himself something about stupid bike and stupid machete, it was a little more colorful, but I’ll spare you. When we got back to HQ, we officially had the introductions.
“So I’m assuming by the way you were running out there that you are Collin Smith?”
“Actually, no, my name is Jason, Jason Boyd.”
The rider spoke next
“I’m Collin, actually, and I am fast, but I would never just run around the outskirts.”
“Neither would I, I was on my way back from checking on my family and my car completely died.”
I couldn’t ignore that kind of speed, I mean, that’s the reason I wanted Collin on my team; so I invited both of them to join, but not before making fun of Collin for throwing the machete. They both agreed, so now my team is almost complete. Tomorrow I have to track down a few women that I hear are all but pro at covert operations.

-JK