Post by Alex Nagamine on Apr 23, 2019 15:23:12 GMT -5
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Alex had been sticking mostly to the rural roads and avoiding major cities and urban areas, occasionally hopping on the Interstate when she could. Her journey so far had been rather Uneventful for the most part, just abandoned cars dotting the roadway and the ever changing scenery. It was unusually peaceful, despite the fact that a pandemic pretty much killed off or turned a good portion of the population into decaying flesh eating hordes, leaving survivors remained to scrounge and scavenge.
Since leaving her refuge at Mount Rainier National Park, Alex took a day to rest and determine her next course of action and direction and had settled to make the journey east to Boston. It was going to be a long arduous journey through the post apocalyptic US. Resource abundance would vary, but likely in short supply, and the dangers and threats would be numerous. She knew Jessica would have survived the chaos and that motivated her to make the trip, after all she had nothing to lose.
It was a beautiful spring day in Yellowstone National Park as she maintained a steady speed. ‘Maybe this isn’t all too bad, the world after the reign of Human expansion and encroachment. When she heard a familiar guitar intro come on over the radio, she turned the volume up.
“Beside the singing mountain stream Where the willow grew
Where the Silver leaf of maple sparkled in the morning dew
I braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye beads
But Flesh and Blood needs Flesh and Blood and you’re the one I need.
Flesh and blood needs Flesh and Blood, and you’re the one I need.”
Anyone who knew Alex, knew she was a Johnny Cash fan, but this song in particular was probably her most favorite.
“I leaned against the bark of birch and breath the honey dew.
Saw North bound flock of geese against a sky of baby blue.
Beside the lily pads I carved a whistle from a reed.
Mother nature’s quite a lady, but you’re the one I need.
Flesh and blood needs Flesh and Blood and you’re the one I need”
The guitar instrumental started just as she rounded a bend in the road. To her surprise, a White Dodge Ram rounded the bend in the opposite lane. As they passed, her senses went into alert mode, completely opposite of the mood just prior. She eyed the truck in her rear view mirror as it’s brake lights came on. “Don’t turn around, don’t turn around...” as her eyes darted between the road ahead and the mirror eying the bend behind. “... shit...” dread filled her as she saw the white truck round the bend coming after her and catching up. The Land Cruiser wasn’t meant for speed, much less with the load and fuel she was carrying, attempting to outrun the truck was out of the question.
The truck was now right on her, honking it’s horn and flashing it’s lights to get her attention. Not responding to their attempts, the truck’s engine roared as it moved onto the oncoming lane and began to pull up alongside her. As the ram pulled up alongside her, the passenger rolled his window down ”Pull Over!” The man called out, pointing to the side of the road. Everything about these guys seemed wrong.
When she didn’t heed their demand, the man’s expression grew aggravated as he cursed before a gun materialized in his hand from beneath the window level, she swerved toward the truck with the intention of taking them by surprise, the driver of the ram swerved to avoid her, but it wasn’t long before he attempted to side swipe he. Thinking fast, she hit the brakes hard and swerved to avoid the truck, narrowly missing a collision. The truck had run off the side of the road, but quickly adjusted and came back on the road ahead of her. “Fuck it...” she cursed as she stopped altogether.
The truck stopped and turned to block the road about 50 yards away. Alex flew her door open, while simultaneously grabbing her M4 and flicking the safety off, rested the forearm through the door’s window and quickly sighted in on the doors of the truck. As the men were getting out, in that split moment she could see they were armed and wearing tact vests. Without hesitating she opened up. Quickly lining up her shots on the driver as he exited, his body falling at the foot of the truck’s door with a spasm. She fired several more quick shots at the truck, peppering the doors and windows of the truck before the passengers in the back could get out. She must have fired upwards of 15 or more shots at the truck. It was as if the world stood still and everything went silent after she stopped firing. The sound of the passenger door, likely on the right side of the truck, opening with a creak and a body fall out onto the pavement broke the silence. Quickly, she began moving in on the truck, keeping her weapon up and ready to engage.
As she approached she could hear the the pained groan of a man. Quickly checking the passenger seat behind the driver, finding it empty, she quickly rounded the side of the truck where she found 2 men laying on the ground. One lay on the ground just outside the rear passenger door grasping at his throat, blood gushing from a wound on his neck around the Carotid Artery. He was a young male, possibly in his early twenties at the latest. Tears streamed down the side of his face, mixing with the smeared blood and the fear of death laced his eyes and aura. Alex honestly felt remorse and sympathy for the young man, despite the tactical gear and weapons, he honestly did not look like he was cut out for raiding or combat in general.
The 2nd man groaned loudly grasping his side, he was the one who had originally signaled her to pull over. Noticing Alex, he reached for his pistol which was laying next to him, but she reacted fast and quickly stepped on his hand before kicking the gun under the truck. The man groaned loudly, “fucking bitch!” He man cursed. Determining that the scene was secure, she rested her M4 on the truck and pulled a pair of flex cuffs from her cargo pocket and proceeded to roughly cuff the guy with his hands at the small of his back, the man’s pain seemed to grant some satisfaction for calling her a bitch.
As soon as she cuffed the guy, she caught sudden movement on the kid reaching for something, she quickly drew her pistol and almost shot him, until she saw he was pulling what appeared to be a bible but the loss of so much blood had made him weak and his hand could barely get the Bible completely out. Kneeling beside the young man, she pulled the Bible out and placed it in his hands to his chest. His eyes opened slowly and looked up at her almost as if he were saying ‘thank you’. Her eyes glazed as old Skeletons started to peek out from her closet in her mind. It wasn’t the first time she had to watch someone die. Finally the boy’s eyes closed slowly and never reopened.
“You’ll burn in Hell for murder you Bitch! You Satan’s whore! God has seen what you have done!” The man kept cursing her. “you’re dead when the father finds out! You’ll suf-“ the man was interrupted as Alex grabbed him by the arm Shut up and get up” she said while yanking him up. The motion causing the man to scream in pain. Once on his feet, she began searching his pockets and pouches, scavenging anything of use. She pulled 4 magazines of 9mm ammo for the hand gun she kicked under the truck, a smith and Wesson tactical knife, and the same Unusual Bible as the younger man. After searching the man she opened the back door, “In.” She barked as the man hestitated and about to come back with a retort, but was greeted by the butt of Alex’s pistol to his nose. “I said get in! Now!” Alex barked with authority. Under normal circumstances and in a normal world, she wouldn’t have been so rough, but she learned quick that the new world was no longer governed by the laws of the old world. It was a tough new world and if you wanted to survive and make it, you had to be able to greet it with the same toughness the world threw at you.
After Alex helped the man into the backseat, she slammed the door in irritation before proceeding to search the truck bed and the front seat before searching the bodies of the 2 other men. From the bed of the truck she found 5 cans of gas, and a couple duffel bags with a some canned goods and a carton of matches. From young man, she got an older S&W 586 .357 magnum with a 4 inch barrel, wood grips, and 6 fully loaded safariland speedloaders. On the driver she got a another S&W revolver, this one a stainless 686 with rubber grips and 4 inch barrel, one traditional rock Island M1911, 2 fully loaded speed loaders, and 6 magazines of .45ACP, one AK47 with 8 fully loaded magazines and 1 drum magazine.
She heard the soft rasping of the dead coming back to life and noticed their slow awakening. Picking up he pace, she quickly began stuffing the duffle bags and grabbed her M4. “Let me out! Come on!” The wounded man Called out as she began to return to her truck. Stopping she dropped the bags and rushed back to the truck, to the guy’s relief. “Thank you thank you! Now let me out” but to his dismay she went into the driver’s side and pulled the key out of the ignition and tossed them off into grass and trees on the side of the road, before darting back to the bags and her truck. “hey! Don’t leave me! Fucking bitch!” Just as the dead started to rise.
The dead started to go after Alex, but the noise and panic from the cuffed raider in the Backseat of the Ram gained their attention as a much closer meal. Rushing back to her truck she threw the duffle bags in the back seat, before hopping in and firing up the engine. She put it in gear and proceed toward the besieged raider, both dead were up against the doors and windows of the back seat, trying to get in. “Fuck you asshole...” she cursed as she casually drove past and on down the road.
Alex had been sticking mostly to the rural roads and avoiding major cities and urban areas, occasionally hopping on the Interstate when she could. Her journey so far had been rather Uneventful for the most part, just abandoned cars dotting the roadway and the ever changing scenery. It was unusually peaceful, despite the fact that a pandemic pretty much killed off or turned a good portion of the population into decaying flesh eating hordes, leaving survivors remained to scrounge and scavenge.
Since leaving her refuge at Mount Rainier National Park, Alex took a day to rest and determine her next course of action and direction and had settled to make the journey east to Boston. It was going to be a long arduous journey through the post apocalyptic US. Resource abundance would vary, but likely in short supply, and the dangers and threats would be numerous. She knew Jessica would have survived the chaos and that motivated her to make the trip, after all she had nothing to lose.
It was a beautiful spring day in Yellowstone National Park as she maintained a steady speed. ‘Maybe this isn’t all too bad, the world after the reign of Human expansion and encroachment. When she heard a familiar guitar intro come on over the radio, she turned the volume up.
“Beside the singing mountain stream Where the willow grew
Where the Silver leaf of maple sparkled in the morning dew
I braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye beads
But Flesh and Blood needs Flesh and Blood and you’re the one I need.
Flesh and blood needs Flesh and Blood, and you’re the one I need.”
Anyone who knew Alex, knew she was a Johnny Cash fan, but this song in particular was probably her most favorite.
“I leaned against the bark of birch and breath the honey dew.
Saw North bound flock of geese against a sky of baby blue.
Beside the lily pads I carved a whistle from a reed.
Mother nature’s quite a lady, but you’re the one I need.
Flesh and blood needs Flesh and Blood and you’re the one I need”
The guitar instrumental started just as she rounded a bend in the road. To her surprise, a White Dodge Ram rounded the bend in the opposite lane. As they passed, her senses went into alert mode, completely opposite of the mood just prior. She eyed the truck in her rear view mirror as it’s brake lights came on. “Don’t turn around, don’t turn around...” as her eyes darted between the road ahead and the mirror eying the bend behind. “... shit...” dread filled her as she saw the white truck round the bend coming after her and catching up. The Land Cruiser wasn’t meant for speed, much less with the load and fuel she was carrying, attempting to outrun the truck was out of the question.
The truck was now right on her, honking it’s horn and flashing it’s lights to get her attention. Not responding to their attempts, the truck’s engine roared as it moved onto the oncoming lane and began to pull up alongside her. As the ram pulled up alongside her, the passenger rolled his window down ”Pull Over!” The man called out, pointing to the side of the road. Everything about these guys seemed wrong.
When she didn’t heed their demand, the man’s expression grew aggravated as he cursed before a gun materialized in his hand from beneath the window level, she swerved toward the truck with the intention of taking them by surprise, the driver of the ram swerved to avoid her, but it wasn’t long before he attempted to side swipe he. Thinking fast, she hit the brakes hard and swerved to avoid the truck, narrowly missing a collision. The truck had run off the side of the road, but quickly adjusted and came back on the road ahead of her. “Fuck it...” she cursed as she stopped altogether.
The truck stopped and turned to block the road about 50 yards away. Alex flew her door open, while simultaneously grabbing her M4 and flicking the safety off, rested the forearm through the door’s window and quickly sighted in on the doors of the truck. As the men were getting out, in that split moment she could see they were armed and wearing tact vests. Without hesitating she opened up. Quickly lining up her shots on the driver as he exited, his body falling at the foot of the truck’s door with a spasm. She fired several more quick shots at the truck, peppering the doors and windows of the truck before the passengers in the back could get out. She must have fired upwards of 15 or more shots at the truck. It was as if the world stood still and everything went silent after she stopped firing. The sound of the passenger door, likely on the right side of the truck, opening with a creak and a body fall out onto the pavement broke the silence. Quickly, she began moving in on the truck, keeping her weapon up and ready to engage.
As she approached she could hear the the pained groan of a man. Quickly checking the passenger seat behind the driver, finding it empty, she quickly rounded the side of the truck where she found 2 men laying on the ground. One lay on the ground just outside the rear passenger door grasping at his throat, blood gushing from a wound on his neck around the Carotid Artery. He was a young male, possibly in his early twenties at the latest. Tears streamed down the side of his face, mixing with the smeared blood and the fear of death laced his eyes and aura. Alex honestly felt remorse and sympathy for the young man, despite the tactical gear and weapons, he honestly did not look like he was cut out for raiding or combat in general.
The 2nd man groaned loudly grasping his side, he was the one who had originally signaled her to pull over. Noticing Alex, he reached for his pistol which was laying next to him, but she reacted fast and quickly stepped on his hand before kicking the gun under the truck. The man groaned loudly, “fucking bitch!” He man cursed. Determining that the scene was secure, she rested her M4 on the truck and pulled a pair of flex cuffs from her cargo pocket and proceeded to roughly cuff the guy with his hands at the small of his back, the man’s pain seemed to grant some satisfaction for calling her a bitch.
As soon as she cuffed the guy, she caught sudden movement on the kid reaching for something, she quickly drew her pistol and almost shot him, until she saw he was pulling what appeared to be a bible but the loss of so much blood had made him weak and his hand could barely get the Bible completely out. Kneeling beside the young man, she pulled the Bible out and placed it in his hands to his chest. His eyes opened slowly and looked up at her almost as if he were saying ‘thank you’. Her eyes glazed as old Skeletons started to peek out from her closet in her mind. It wasn’t the first time she had to watch someone die. Finally the boy’s eyes closed slowly and never reopened.
“You’ll burn in Hell for murder you Bitch! You Satan’s whore! God has seen what you have done!” The man kept cursing her. “you’re dead when the father finds out! You’ll suf-“ the man was interrupted as Alex grabbed him by the arm Shut up and get up” she said while yanking him up. The motion causing the man to scream in pain. Once on his feet, she began searching his pockets and pouches, scavenging anything of use. She pulled 4 magazines of 9mm ammo for the hand gun she kicked under the truck, a smith and Wesson tactical knife, and the same Unusual Bible as the younger man. After searching the man she opened the back door, “In.” She barked as the man hestitated and about to come back with a retort, but was greeted by the butt of Alex’s pistol to his nose. “I said get in! Now!” Alex barked with authority. Under normal circumstances and in a normal world, she wouldn’t have been so rough, but she learned quick that the new world was no longer governed by the laws of the old world. It was a tough new world and if you wanted to survive and make it, you had to be able to greet it with the same toughness the world threw at you.
After Alex helped the man into the backseat, she slammed the door in irritation before proceeding to search the truck bed and the front seat before searching the bodies of the 2 other men. From the bed of the truck she found 5 cans of gas, and a couple duffel bags with a some canned goods and a carton of matches. From young man, she got an older S&W 586 .357 magnum with a 4 inch barrel, wood grips, and 6 fully loaded safariland speedloaders. On the driver she got a another S&W revolver, this one a stainless 686 with rubber grips and 4 inch barrel, one traditional rock Island M1911, 2 fully loaded speed loaders, and 6 magazines of .45ACP, one AK47 with 8 fully loaded magazines and 1 drum magazine.
She heard the soft rasping of the dead coming back to life and noticed their slow awakening. Picking up he pace, she quickly began stuffing the duffle bags and grabbed her M4. “Let me out! Come on!” The wounded man Called out as she began to return to her truck. Stopping she dropped the bags and rushed back to the truck, to the guy’s relief. “Thank you thank you! Now let me out” but to his dismay she went into the driver’s side and pulled the key out of the ignition and tossed them off into grass and trees on the side of the road, before darting back to the bags and her truck. “hey! Don’t leave me! Fucking bitch!” Just as the dead started to rise.
The dead started to go after Alex, but the noise and panic from the cuffed raider in the Backseat of the Ram gained their attention as a much closer meal. Rushing back to her truck she threw the duffle bags in the back seat, before hopping in and firing up the engine. She put it in gear and proceed toward the besieged raider, both dead were up against the doors and windows of the back seat, trying to get in. “Fuck you asshole...” she cursed as she casually drove past and on down the road.