Trevor Camp: Z Journal 4/9

I received word yesterday on the location of the horde that took her. I don't normally go hunting at night, it's dangerous and stupid, but in this case I made an exception.
I loaded my SUV up with all the tools I could, not sure why I do this since I only ever use my pistols, and I threw my coat over my back and set out for Dexter.

I arrived around midnight. The air smelled foul. This town was dead, or rather undead. I expected a redneck town to be able to hold off the zeds longer than this but brute force only lasts as long as your ammo.
I found a straggler on the outskirts. He didn't see me so I left my car and tracked him to the nest. He led me to a dilapidated old church, of course everything now days his this same architecture style. I could hear their moans on the wind coming from inside so I set to work.
I barricaded all the exits I could find. There's never a shortage of debris anymore. Then I took a Molotov cocktail and launched it through the biggest stain glass window I could find. At first silence... then the moaning. That unmistakable sound that haunts you in your dreams and wakes you in a could sweat. It pieces the heart.

I should have been afraid, but fear like any emotion becomes dull if exasperated over a long period of time. The feeling is a luxury for me now. Something that rears it's head every so often to remind me of my humanity. But not tonight. The only feeling was satisfaction I saw in the illuminated buildings surrounding that blazing church.

All the sudden lost in my vengeful ecstasy I failed to notice them creeping all around me. I must have missed a door. No time to worry now it was time to move. I dropped ten and punched a hole in the horde. Then I ran.
I ran until I my lungs spewed car exhaust and my legs lost feeling, then I ran some more.

I made it to my car with the gnarling fiends on my heels. Hopped in. It wouldn't start. It wouldn't start. They closed in around me as the engine roared to life. I hit four then backed up and hit three more.
The SUV screamed as I tore toward the highway. The feeling of relief was soon eclipsed by the sound of the engine sputtering to a halt. Zombies flesh plugs up the intake.

I franticly sent a text to my two trusted allies, Jesse and Chris. I could only hope they would come, without them it was game over.

I dumped the car and started to jog toward the highway when the moans returned, but from a new direction. A flurry of zeds exploded from Lamberts. It seems the entire population being turned into the living dead didn't hurt business much.

I lifted my trusty tools of extermination and began "curing" as many zeds as I could. They were closing in around me then the sun came over the horizon and with it the familiar rumble of a vehicle. Jesse and Chris had come through and they brought Kautzner. My calvary had arrived.
They whipped into the thick of it and I dove into an open door as Chris and John mowed down zeds left and right.

Some times even vengeful fools need friends.

More to come...hopefully

:END LOG