I didn’t realize the end of the world was going to involve so many paternal responsibilities
by Justin
So much for the meetup location. I circled around from the north and found it already occupied by some pretty dirty-looking people who are in no way my friends, so I split before the baby I was carrying could wake up and start making noise. I’m not trying to be misanthropic or antisocial, here, it’s just that I’ve had some bad experiences lately with people, regardless of whether they walk or shamble.
Also, I’m leaving the laptop in this abandoned house. I can’t keep carrying a baby and a laptop and supplies for 1.5 people all the way to the mountains. Thanks for the support, though, Haduken. I hope you all made it out of Richmond okay.
Speaking of a baby, if I’m the only hope he’s got, he’s probably screwed. Let’s just say that they don’t put very good directions on diapers. But I figured it out eventually and I stole a bunch of extras and I think we’re good now. I mean, the species survived ice ages, plague, and literally millennia of not properly washing its hands. This kid ought to be able to handle being brought up by me.
Hang on, there’s some kind of truck coming down the street right now, with someone hanging out the window shouting “Come out, you’re safe.” Which, seriously: like I believe that. No way. I can’t take risks anymore, not with this kid in tow.
As soon as the truck passes, Baby Ross and I are heading out the back window and heading for the mountains. I’m getting the feeling that life has just become a huge pain in my ass, but we’ll make it. You’ll see.
THE END
*sniff* *tear*
bah, c’mon, you can end it better then that :P
Our saga is a little less interesting, but turns out much better. I think… Anyway, after making our way to the docks, wife and I found a small boat with an outboard engine. Kinda like a john boat, I guess. Anyway, we stowed our gear and provisions and after a brief search of the area found some emergency paddles in some of the bigger boats. I figured we should row. The quieter the better, right? So, our float went fairly uneventfully, except when the water ran shallow and some zombies tried to wade out to us. Fortunately we had paddles in hand and had little trouble with them. (You know, they don’t handle currents too well) So we manage to make it to the Hampton area and round the tip of the peninsula. I kept us close to shore, just past the breakers, heading south. Funny thing is, there’s a Naval Base real close there. My hope of finding our own little paradise to sail to the Caribbean was dashed as a Naval patrol boat picked us up and brought us back to the base. Fortunately for us we didn’t have any wounds. Any wounded are being put in quarantine/isolation in order to determine the nature of their injuries. This, I suppose, is to keep the zombie infestation from spreading. Those that turn zombie are killed, taken outside the gate, and burned. The rest of us, we’re in a camp. We’re under some sort of marshall law, but have a good deal of freedom. The military has set up port-o-johns, kitchens, a community tent, and a few computers to allow us to contact the outside. We sleep 8 to a tent, and we have allotted shower times, but hey, we’re alive, fed, and well for the time being. There’s rumor that we may be going on a ship to sea. I imagine we’ll be some sort of floating refugee camp at that point. They’ve already begun taking everyone with any sort of military, medical, or scientific training or know-how and giving them specific duties. The rest of us while away our days mostly in boredom and wondering how the rest of the world is doing. Robin and I are doing well enough, hope to see all of you soon. I’d love to come help you, but no one is allowed to leave, for any reason. You’re on your own out there. Good luck.