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Was just about to take off in the car when Sandie showed up, out of breath but unmarked. Seems a lot of kids called out sick today, and they cut back to essential personnel to keep up with the few kids left at about 5, having heard word of a few zombies shuffling their way from outbreaks to the north and east. So much the better to have us all together, we loaded up a few changes of clothes and all the food and water we could carry and debated for a few moments before picking west as our direction of flight.
Heading south on Pecos we could see a growing cloud of smoke over downtown, with a few smaller plumes out towards Aurora. Here too I saw my first actual zombie, standing in the middle of the lane. I had to duck around it; thankfully, the next lane was clear and I was able to speed by, figuring that it's not the ones behind you that matter as long as you keep moving.
Floored it out onto 76 and down towards 70. Lots of abandoned cars around the exits, but some dodging got us to Wadsworth quickly, to find what looked like an accident site and... a whole whack of shufflers. Crap fuck gorram shit. Aiming for the thin spot and flooring it was easy enough, but I didn't count on the sickening thud when the poor sod hit the hood. I mean literally sickening, there'll be some cleaning-up to do in the driver's seat later, and the whole ordeal set Sandie and Alice both to screaming. Me, I'm just happy the car still goes.
Getting well out of the Denver area was a given, and things thinned out on the interstate, but now we hit a snag: we need more supplies than we've got to make it out in the wild for a while. I'm figuring our final destination is somewhere in the San Rafael Swell, but we'll need more gas to get there. So far we've made it to Avon, where the zombies have been few so far, not like Vail ten miles to the east, where we almost had to repeat the bowling-for-shufflers trick we did back in town. We figure it won't last, but I never thought I'd pray to see a Starbucks just to have a place to tell folks I'm okay... so far, anyway. The gas we've got might get us to Glenwood, but I don't think I want to go into another town after this, and the jackass opportunist down the street marked up to $5.50/gallon, strictly prepay. We've got a couple other families who'll probably head out into the desert with us, but even consolidating cars we'll be scraping for the gas. Guess we've gotta go prevail on him to either let us pump or come with us. I don't think I could stomach the alternative. Time to get moving again, might be able to post again if it's pretty quiet in Green River...
Heading south on Pecos we could see a growing cloud of smoke over downtown, with a few smaller plumes out towards Aurora. Here too I saw my first actual zombie, standing in the middle of the lane. I had to duck around it; thankfully, the next lane was clear and I was able to speed by, figuring that it's not the ones behind you that matter as long as you keep moving.
Floored it out onto 76 and down towards 70. Lots of abandoned cars around the exits, but some dodging got us to Wadsworth quickly, to find what looked like an accident site and... a whole whack of shufflers. Crap fuck gorram shit. Aiming for the thin spot and flooring it was easy enough, but I didn't count on the sickening thud when the poor sod hit the hood. I mean literally sickening, there'll be some cleaning-up to do in the driver's seat later, and the whole ordeal set Sandie and Alice both to screaming. Me, I'm just happy the car still goes.
Getting well out of the Denver area was a given, and things thinned out on the interstate, but now we hit a snag: we need more supplies than we've got to make it out in the wild for a while. I'm figuring our final destination is somewhere in the San Rafael Swell, but we'll need more gas to get there. So far we've made it to Avon, where the zombies have been few so far, not like Vail ten miles to the east, where we almost had to repeat the bowling-for-shufflers trick we did back in town. We figure it won't last, but I never thought I'd pray to see a Starbucks just to have a place to tell folks I'm okay... so far, anyway. The gas we've got might get us to Glenwood, but I don't think I want to go into another town after this, and the jackass opportunist down the street marked up to $5.50/gallon, strictly prepay. We've got a couple other families who'll probably head out into the desert with us, but even consolidating cars we'll be scraping for the gas. Guess we've gotta go prevail on him to either let us pump or come with us. I don't think I could stomach the alternative. Time to get moving again, might be able to post again if it's pretty quiet in Green River...