Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 10:06:54 GMT -5
“Leave no stone unturned. He’s a survivor like you; you just ain’t been looking in the right places.” Harlan had to keep telling himself his brother was still out there. It was frankly the only thing that was keeping him going at this point. Tom was a fighter, the kid had nearly died at birth being born almost a month premature. Harlan was only seven years old at the time and didn’t understand why it was taking so long for his new baby brother to come home. It was a rough time in his life and now Tom was the only family he had left. Tom had moved to Little Rock just six months before the world turned upside down and went to hell. It was first place Harlan had checked and that was nearly a year ago. From there he had fanned out checking all the cities, towns, and suburbs he could find on the map. Most of the towns he came across were empty, well, save for the shamblers. Now he found himself headed north again, he had been studying the map several days ago and noticed on it a small little town by the name of Diamond City, population 782. What caught his eye about the town however was the geography. Diamond City set on a peninsula of land surrounded on three sides by Bull Shoals Lake. The “entry” onto this peninsula was just 2.5 miles wide and grew even smaller the closer you go to the city proper. If Harlan was looking for a place to set up camp this would be it, and if he knew his brother he would have thought the same thing...hopefully.
Harlan’s stomach growled loudly as he and Angie, the German Shepherd who he had worked with on the Springfield Missouri Police Department prior to all this, walked at a slow but steady pace up Highway 14. Angie had saved his life more times than he could remember, it didn’t take her long to learn to recognize shamblers as a threat and she smell them a mile away. Well, maybe not a mile.
They had to find something eat, none of the farms they had passed had much in the way of food. A couple had some crops that had gone wild and there were able to get some not quite ripe veggies and long passed its prime feed corn. The feed corn wasn’t too bad if you ground it up into flour but it still wasn’t great either.
“Keesee Church - 1 mile” the old faded sign read. “A church?” Harlan thought. Now every church Harlan had been to always had a kitchen with a fellowship hall, some even had food pantries. There is a good chance that looters would have passed up a simple church, not even think about what could be inside.
“Well girl, looks like we’re headed for Sunday service.”
Harlan’s stomach growled loudly as he and Angie, the German Shepherd who he had worked with on the Springfield Missouri Police Department prior to all this, walked at a slow but steady pace up Highway 14. Angie had saved his life more times than he could remember, it didn’t take her long to learn to recognize shamblers as a threat and she smell them a mile away. Well, maybe not a mile.
They had to find something eat, none of the farms they had passed had much in the way of food. A couple had some crops that had gone wild and there were able to get some not quite ripe veggies and long passed its prime feed corn. The feed corn wasn’t too bad if you ground it up into flour but it still wasn’t great either.
“Keesee Church - 1 mile” the old faded sign read. “A church?” Harlan thought. Now every church Harlan had been to always had a kitchen with a fellowship hall, some even had food pantries. There is a good chance that looters would have passed up a simple church, not even think about what could be inside.
“Well girl, looks like we’re headed for Sunday service.”