Velvet carpet

It was a blessing, this cloudy night. The one good thing about the undead isthat they used to be human. if Chad Jake and I can't see in the dark neither can they. We've now been hiking for hours, things well.... didn't exactly go as planned. Our caravan was heading through the pass on highway 2, we didn't expect to run into a horde that size. hundreds of them. Like usual we were the lead car and the only ones to swerve off the road, hopefully everyone else was ok, we keep a good 20yds between the head car and the rest of the caravan in case of situations like these. good thing old Buick's can take a beating. Besides a few scrapes and bruises we were fine. Just left stumbling through this forest, to tell you the truth I hadn't felt this much at home in awhile. Chad and Jake shared the sentiment also, it might have been the fact that our pursuers couldn't maneuver through the trees and brush for shit, but I'm pretty sure it was that cavemen like us were meant to be wandering through the trees. This is the reason we knew the rest of our caravan had made it out in time. Even though it has only been three days since infection, you don't last this long unless your wired a little differently. As we made our way we really had no idea where we were headed but we kept on. Realizing we needed to start carrying more on us than ammo and whiskey, we walked for a few hours without any motion besides each other until we came to the peak of a hill that opened to what looked like a shadowed valley. Until the clouds let in just enough moonlight to make out the odd shaped rooftops and dutch trimmings, it took a minute but all the way up here in the pass we realized that it had to be Levinworth. We were surprised we hadn't figured out where the horde from a few hours ago had come from until we saw the war torn novelty village. There wasn't much motion besides a few shadowed figures so I put away the pistol grip and pulled out the only thing I would trust more than the cavemen with me, there's nothing comparable to 21 inches of solid steel and knowing what you're about to do with it. The others followed suit, one of the few things we have learned in the past few days is that a few stealthy decapitations can keep you from attracting a "cavalcade of decaying flesh" as Jake likes to call it. Entering the city was easy it felt more like practice, the three of us with tandem melee attacks almost turned it into a competition of who could claim the most heads. With dried out whiskey mouths the first order of business was water, so we scavenged a subway we used to stop at on our snowboarding trips to Stevens only to find some chocolate milk and a bottle of diet coke. It was better then nothing but the shop was hardly a place to rest, Chad noticed a warehouse down a few blocks. You could see a flashing orange light in the window and it looked easily fortifiable. On the plus side the few hunched over moving shadows gave us a chance to score some more points, and hopefully we could find a cb to get a hold of everyone and if god willing some wheels. We made it to the side door of the warehouse with no problem so far we are all winning our twisted little game. The doors heavy, but easy to pry open, this could be a good thing if it kept out the former inhabitants of the town, or fuck us if the horrors of the initial outbreak are trapped in here. We keep the guns holstered as to not draw unwanted attention to our home for the night, and because we cant leave the score tied. Chad goes first with his trusty axe and Jake covers the rear with two knives that look like they were meant to kill buffalo. Once inside all we can see is the spinning orange light in the center of the warehouse that appears to be filled with unused machinery of some sort. Its quiet for a minute, until Jake closes the door behind us a little louder then expected sending the unseen flesh eaters who were waiting patiently in the dark for a meal howling at us. Between not trying to cut each others heads off while decapitating our enemy's, and that damn orange light that turned this into some kind of twisted rave that made it extremely hard to see, we had forgoten to keep score all together. After 20 minutes of fighting we made it up the stairs to some sort of office/tool shed, we couldn't see shit and decided to lock the door behind us and get some rest.

I woke up to Chad staring out the window, the sunrise was peaking over the mountains and the only word that came to mind was beautiful. That is until u look down at the blood covered streets, smashed in store fronts, and gnawed on body's. To distract my mind from the usual thoughts of anger and strange revenge I want to deal out to all of these mindless cannibals I start looking around the room. while digging through one of the cabinets Chad finds a cb, it was the perfect start to our day. As we all eagerly huddled around it switching from channel to channel is when we heard them it was hard to make out with all of the interference from the surrounding mountains, but from what we could tell our comrades were pinned between the horde that had taken my buick and seperated us from them the night before, and the angry undead residents of gold bar a town that we had passed before the incident. They were asking for help, or so we were guessing from the frantic sounds in there voices. Without words Chad and I start scanning the streets from the window, after about ten minutes of arguing the killing power between a Toyota prius and a Subaru we heard a womans shriek, as we raced down the stairs powered by some sense of chivalry we stood at the landing staring at Jake. The first thing I noticed was the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen, I panned from his face to his hands where he was holding the tarp that was concealing the most epic fucking rotary snow plow of all time. Now that Chad and I had the same maniacal looks carved on our faces, we started loading the tools of the trade there was something about loading my shotgun, some sense of Christmas morning mixed with the suspense of rage and power balled into one. I'm sure Chad felt the same way with the way he was looking at his mp5, and Jake looked like he was holding the love of his life for this first time as he pushed the drum round into his ar15. With the recent death of my Buick I was without words nominated to be the driver while Jake and Chad took the satisfying job of standing on the side of the centered driver seat to keep stragglers at bay. We had been keeping so quiet for the past 24 hours I don't know if our body's or animalistic tendency's would have made it possible not to scream when that beast of a machines diesel motor roared to life, it felt like our battle cries harmonized with the black smoke bellowing out of the stacks. We probably could have opened the warehouse doors but we didn't think of it until we brought life back to Leavenworth with the sound of our fury smashing through.

The effectiveness of our new means of transportation was clear as the 6ft tall 10ft wide spiraling snow blower on the front mowed down the few undead bastards left in town, this beast of burden from hell would have sent any sane person running. As we left the little dutch blood bath behind the fear of not making it in time was creeping in on me up hill wasn't to slow but not fast enough, the down hills made up for it though. As we got closer it was hard to hear, but there was gun fire, we were almost there.

As we peaked the last hill we could see them held up at the base of it on rooftops. The size of the horde surrounding them could have been seen from space. It was alot more then we expected, but like the cavemen we are this only traded the fear we had for the few friends left on this god forsaken planet, with a chance to unleash the same rage that had helped us survive all this time. against the bastards who had taken our world away. Extremely outnumbered and with a cause that we were born for.

I felt two hands grasp my shoulders as I pushed the gas peddle in harder then I ever had before, and felt my whole life gain meaning as we slammed into the sea of undead flesh. We mowed through them with a purpose leaving nothing but a velvet carpet of entrails behind us. It was like riding Cerberus through a elementary school during recess.