Post by Alex Nagamine on Dec 20, 2018 0:21:40 GMT -5
Big Bob’s Fast Gas and Truck stop
Highway 12,
just off of Interstate 5, Washington
Alex had just pulled off the interstate stopping at a small truck stop, looking to scrounge up some fuel or any useful supplies. Cautiously, Alex surveyed the truck stop and its surroundings. Abandoned cars and semi trucks littered the place, but for the most part there were no signs of survivors or the infected. Turning off the engine of her patrol vehicle, she stepped out, grabbing her M4 from the long arm rack. The sun would go down in about an hour, so she wanted to make this fast. Get in and get out.
Her eyes scanned the area once again before moving closer towards the pumps, holding her weapon in the low ready position, constantly keeping aware of her surroundings. With autumn coming to a close and winter around the bend, the air was chilly, but the most unusual noticeable thing was that atmosphere was silent. So this is what life after man was like?she had to admit that, despite the constant threat of infected horses and the infection itself, there was a sense of peace to this new world.
As she checked the abandoned cars, nearly all of their tanks had already been emptied, either burned off or siphoned. After checking the fuel reservoir of the truck stop, she found that they too were empty. About the only vehicles that had any fuel in them, were a few of the semi trucks parked off on the side of the truck stop.
With a sigh she finally made her way toward the store, she didn’t expect to find much since from the outside it looked as if the place had been through a hurricane. What she really needed was gas, with less than quarter tank of gas, she was practically driving on fumes and there was no telling how much farther she might be able to drive. With the amount of supplies she’d already scavenged at Kitsap and along the way, she definitely didn’t want to abandon them.
Sure enough, as she entered the store, it definitely looked like a hurricane came through. Shelves knocked over merchandise strewn across the floor, and aside from a bag of spicy Pork Rinds, there really wasn’t any food left. Taking the bag of pork rinds, she made her way back to her explorer. The sun was getting lower and Alex was honestly sleep deprived, having not slept much more than a few hours at a time the past few days.
Suddenly there was a thud as she passed one of the abandoned cars. Startled she dropped the bag of pork rinds, jumped back and raised her weapon. A ghoulish looking woman was pounding on the glass window, and smearing it with her face attempting to bite at Alex. It’s raspy sounds muffled in the confines of the car.
She heaved a sigh before lowering her weapon and picking up the bag of pork rinds before quickly making her way back to her vehicle. Placing her M4 back in the weapon rack as she got in. Shutting the door, she felt relieved to be back in some warmth that hadn’t escaped the truck. Locking the doors she then grabbed the pork rinds, opened it and scarfed down a few before taking a good gulp of water.
As she sat there in the silence, she looked over at the car with the pitiful remains of what was once a person. As she pondered on what that person might have been like before and how they met their end, the scene got darker as the sun began to set.
Highway 12,
just off of Interstate 5, Washington
Alex had just pulled off the interstate stopping at a small truck stop, looking to scrounge up some fuel or any useful supplies. Cautiously, Alex surveyed the truck stop and its surroundings. Abandoned cars and semi trucks littered the place, but for the most part there were no signs of survivors or the infected. Turning off the engine of her patrol vehicle, she stepped out, grabbing her M4 from the long arm rack. The sun would go down in about an hour, so she wanted to make this fast. Get in and get out.
Her eyes scanned the area once again before moving closer towards the pumps, holding her weapon in the low ready position, constantly keeping aware of her surroundings. With autumn coming to a close and winter around the bend, the air was chilly, but the most unusual noticeable thing was that atmosphere was silent. So this is what life after man was like?she had to admit that, despite the constant threat of infected horses and the infection itself, there was a sense of peace to this new world.
As she checked the abandoned cars, nearly all of their tanks had already been emptied, either burned off or siphoned. After checking the fuel reservoir of the truck stop, she found that they too were empty. About the only vehicles that had any fuel in them, were a few of the semi trucks parked off on the side of the truck stop.
With a sigh she finally made her way toward the store, she didn’t expect to find much since from the outside it looked as if the place had been through a hurricane. What she really needed was gas, with less than quarter tank of gas, she was practically driving on fumes and there was no telling how much farther she might be able to drive. With the amount of supplies she’d already scavenged at Kitsap and along the way, she definitely didn’t want to abandon them.
Sure enough, as she entered the store, it definitely looked like a hurricane came through. Shelves knocked over merchandise strewn across the floor, and aside from a bag of spicy Pork Rinds, there really wasn’t any food left. Taking the bag of pork rinds, she made her way back to her explorer. The sun was getting lower and Alex was honestly sleep deprived, having not slept much more than a few hours at a time the past few days.
Suddenly there was a thud as she passed one of the abandoned cars. Startled she dropped the bag of pork rinds, jumped back and raised her weapon. A ghoulish looking woman was pounding on the glass window, and smearing it with her face attempting to bite at Alex. It’s raspy sounds muffled in the confines of the car.
She heaved a sigh before lowering her weapon and picking up the bag of pork rinds before quickly making her way back to her vehicle. Placing her M4 back in the weapon rack as she got in. Shutting the door, she felt relieved to be back in some warmth that hadn’t escaped the truck. Locking the doors she then grabbed the pork rinds, opened it and scarfed down a few before taking a good gulp of water.
As she sat there in the silence, she looked over at the car with the pitiful remains of what was once a person. As she pondered on what that person might have been like before and how they met their end, the scene got darker as the sun began to set.