[center][h2][color=steelblue]Johnny Blackburn[/color][/h2][/center]

The radio was cutting in and out as some people back home were trying to respond to him.  Something about Parris setting up for all out war, as well as something about Kate's garden.  [color=steelblue]"Tell Kate, I don't give a damn about her garden!  No, no don't tell her that."[/color]  He only got static back now, so he clicked it off.

Johnny rode Brisco atop a hill parallel to where the horde would be.  He was about an hour and a half ahead of them, though could smell them still when the wind picked up.  Below him a mound of rocks led down to where a lone gas station was, the vehicles around it were broken down and aged.  If the horns worked, he could make them sound off and lead as much of the zombies this way as possible.  This area was far enough away from home that if the horde came down here, they would disperse toward the trees and into the canyons.  That was the plan anyway.

[color=steelblue]"Alright Brisco, lets do this!"[/color] he spoke to his horse.  He pulled the reigns for the horse to go down the rocks and hill but the animal stopped at the edge, refusing to go.  [color=steelblue]"Come on Brisco, we have to get down there.  Move!"[/color]  He tried again, this time the horse pushed backward and let out a cry.  [color=steelblue]"Look buddy, I know you're scared.  I am too, but I won't let them get you I promise.  We just, we just gotta do this.  A lot of people might die otherwise, are you with me?"[/color]  The horse nodded its head.  [color=steelblue]"Okay then..."[/color]  Being sure of having cooperation this time, Johnny pulled the reigns to go forward.  Brisco bucked and kicked sideways, knocking Johnny entirely off and down the rock covered hill.  He luckily missed the big rocks on the way down, bumping and crashing into a few sharp ones along the way.  He landed face first in the wet grass below.
 
[color=steelblue]"The fuck!!"[/color] the Rockstar yelled in anger, wiping his face as clean as he could with his sleeves.  He looked up to the horse who still stood atop the hill.  [color=steelblue]"Fine, stay up there!  See if I give a damn about you when they start coming!"[/color]

Johnny spat and then stormed off and toward the gas station first.  Smashing the glass doors, he knelt and entered carefully as to not cut himself again.  Most all of the shelves were cleaned out already, making it a quick look.  He ran into the office and looked around, seemed cleaned out as well.  The last place he looked was the desk drawer, and inside that drawer was a blow horn and some porn magazines, as well as some mace.  Johnny pocketed the mase and went to leave, though sounds from outside paused him.  Was the horde already here?  He then quickly checked his revolver, only 5 bullets left.  The horse carried his bow and eleven arrows.  He heard the sounds again, this time closer.  He ducked low and made his way behind some cover.  

This plan [i]had[/i] to work and it was already going to shit.

He didn't have time to stay there, so he moved and exited the station.  Staying low he looked around the building and back to his horse.  Nothing but the wind.  Good.  He ran to one of the cars, an old faded blue ford Taurus.  The window was already down so he unlocked it and pressed on the vehicle's horn.  It let out a loud, normal beep.  It wasn't loud enough, he needed all of these vehicles to start honking plus his blow horn.  Grabbing some bricks and sticks, he set them near to him on the ground.  In the trunk he found some tie down straps, though there were not enough.  Pressing the brick to the horn, he tied it as tight as he could while using the stick to hold it in place.  The horn rang out loudly, continuous and lasting.  Being pleased with the outcome, he knew he would have to wait a bit longer until he set them all off together.  That would take timing...and more things to use as rope.  He pulled the brick off and stopped the noise for the moment, looking around.  Some vehicles had to be moved.