You ever have that feeling that someone is watching you? Watching and waiting for the right moment to strike? Yeah, I have that feeling. It started three years ago when the shit hit the fan. It started out with a simple fever in some and then progressed. We still don't know what caused it, all we do know is the result. Once you die now, you don't die. You turn, like something from some twisted variation of a Stoker novel. I could handle Vampires, least I would know what I was dealing with then. Least the world would still be running, even if we were only cattle. We would have stood a chance. Hell, least then we all would have neat ninja skills. You know, like every vampire that was ever created by Joss Whedon? Yeah, Angel and Spike and the rest. Suddenly when you were bit you had this need for blood and to pull that psycho Bruce Lee shit. It was dope. This world? Not so much.
This world is nothing like anything we had ever imagined. Well maybe some of us did; some of us are that twisted. Me, I just wanted to live. Now I survive. Apparently you have as well. Congratulations. You are three years old, well maybe not really but in my book we all are three. Birthdays, anniversaries and the like are only measured these days by how many years you have survived since the outbreak. For those of still around, that is three years. Three long hellish years. We are in that special level of hell; you know the level, the one reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theater. Fuck those people. I'm not saying I was perfect before the outbreak but I sure as hell didn't do anything to deserve this type of life. I doubt any of us did. Okay, well maybe some of us. Some of us are that twisted.
I don't know how many of us there are left, all I know is about those around me. Maybe we are the last but I have to hold out hope that there are others places like this. Places of safety; well relative safety. We have walls, we have food, we have each other. I guess that is all we can strive for these days. We are far too outnumbered right now to make a full fledged assault on the Walkers. We have enough problems just dealing with surviving in this era of our own personal Dark Ages. But Walkers in truth aren't my biggest concern. Walkers want one thing, to eat. It's the other survivors that worry me, people like me and you; people further gone than me or you. They are the real virus. Good people are hard to come by these days, good people aren't built for this world. Maybe that is why I am here. Maybe the good do die young. Young here was under a year old by new accounts of age. I'm three, I'm old. We're all old here. Welcome to Newnan.
"Listen, we had three walkers breach the walls last night and that is completely unacceptable. I don't know who was doing what but what I do know is that we need more people around here. Trust me, I am not wanting to have more mouths to feed but we need more people on the wall. We have sections down from last months hoard that came through, we need it repaired. I know it is partially done and with the crops going into the ground we have been stretched thin but until we get more people I want more shifts pulled on the outer wall rebuild. We were lucky nothing have broached the inner wall in the last six months but we have been lucky. Now, get out there, get this done and find warm bodies."
Lt. Commander Leann McCormick stood in the middle of town, outside what used to be the court house for the city of Newnan in Central West Ga before the world fell apart. The entire town was there, nearly sixty people. That used to be a small number, now it was considered a bustling metropolis. For over the last year she had been running things. There were some in town originally born there but most of them were transplants from other places. They just seemed to come together even though they all had been going their own way. Leann took charge, had the wall put up with the help of a select few that were her core group. Things ran as smoothly as one could hope these days.
Leann ran things with an Iron Fist fitting of the old Russian World. There was no prison terms anymore. If you fucked up, you paid and paid dearly. She would execute you in the street if someone else didn't get to you first. Little was tolerated and people understood that. Maybe in a civilized society it wouldn't have been tolerated but they were anything but civil these days. Life was hard but in the end Leann was fair even if she was a little over zealous. She knew she could push the boundaries; that is why she had Ash and others. They knew her; knew when to tow the line and when to step back. Even though it was rough, it wasn't bad. Life outside the walls was bad. Here, like was a veritable paradise. They had food, walls, even electricity thanks to the solar panels dotting the roofs of each building within the inner walls. It could be worse, they could be outside the walls.
"Yeah, all I need is more bodies to have to patch up," Dr. Vivian Ormerod muttered under her breath. As far as the Doc was concerned they had more than enough people and truthfully in her eyes, they had too many. Some needed to be culled and she had a list of them in the back of her mind who needed to go. Some for personal reasons, some because they were just worthless, some because why the hell not?
The group was dismissed, the leads instructed to stay behind. There weren't many of them but there were enough. They had their bases covered; supplies, security, education, medical, food, and more. They were lucky, luckier than most.
"Ash, James, Caesar - I need you to get together groups for runs. We are short on some supplies that we need filled pretty quickly. We also need more bodies, like I said before. Ash and Caesar, form squads for long distance runs. We can hit Carrolton to the north and perhaps Franklin to the south west. Franklin I am hoping is a bit further off the beaten path that there won't be too many Walker issues. Carrolton will be a little more problematic; closer to I-20 and heavier population but maybe the college and prison still have somethings you know? We've pretty much tapped out everything around here. James, you will have the more dangerous route. I want you to head to LaGrange. Take the back routes, stay off 85, we know that is just asking for trouble. Everyone is to look for supplies and people; right now we need both equally," Leann spouted off as she marked out routes on the map for each of the three groups that would be heading out.
"I'll go with Papi," Alicia piped in and Leann shook her head. It always came to this. A run would need to be done and immediately Taco Belle would say she was going with the former Federale. She was never allowed to, that was the rule. Everyone knew that if she did she would throw any one of them under the bus to save him. Leann couldn't blame her for that outlook, that was her father but she could be reckless when he was around just because of that fact. She had a one track mind when he was present, it wasn't a risk.
"No, you will go with James," Leann quickly set straight. She would have sent Alicia with Ash before they came to Newnan but those two had grown a bit too close and she had to wonder if now a days if she would do the same in a group with Ash as she would in a group with Caesar; throw someone under the bus, like Vivian.
"I'll get a list of medical supplies together," Vivian said before slipping off. She wasn't about to hang around. She couldn't stand Alicia and Alicia couldn't stand her. The fact she might bite the big one while out on this run though gave the Doc a bit of pep in her step.
"Bitch," Alicia said as she sneezed.
"Enough," Leanna barked before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. "Any questions?"
Hoganville was a little crap town of just under 3,000 when the outbreak occurred and like most in small towns, most hightailed it out of there when everything went to pot. Some went to Atlanta, some went to Macon, most tried for Fort Benning in Columbus. Still some stayed behind but they were quickly overtaken over the time between the beginning of the outbreak and now. Some always stay behind but this was a city of no survivors. Those that had stayed behind fell and turned, in turn turning more and more. Most of the hoard that was the current population of the city was there but something had caused about twenty to break off and head into the woods and travel north.
Off Ralls Rd, just between Hwy 29 and Hwy 100 there is a home with a rather large clearing surrounding it and a big swimming pool. Maybe the people that used to live here were farmers or came from old money. Who knows, who cares. All we know is that the place is clear now thanks to a small group of living folk that cleared out the two remaining Walkers from within the home the night before. Good job.
There were still some supplies; food and bottle water. You figured, why the hell not. Might as well set up camp here for a little while. It's the first bed you have found to sleep in in weeks. You're the new lords of the manor. Problem is though, even with the clear line of sight you know a problem when you see one. A small hoard of Walkers is headed right towards you out of the woods to the south. Did you fire you gun? Yell at each other? Maybe one of you fired up the gas stove to cook and they just know a good meal when they smell it.
At any rate, you're screwed. There are twenty of them and three of you. Sure you have the walls of this large home but hey, most of the outer walls have large windows - Fucking richies. You know that glass is going to break soon. Only real thing you have going for you is the stairs that lead to the second and third stories of the home. Maybe you can hold them off until help arrives? Wait.... what help? Yeah, you're fucked.
It has been days since you had a rest but at least following the local creeks have given you fresh water so that is a plus. That is probably the only good thing that has happened to you over the last couple of weeks. There have been walkers a plenty and well, you're tired. Aren't we all? Do you want a nap, me to tuck you in, read you a story? I have one for you - RUN YOU SON'S OF BITCHES!!!! RUN!!!!
Yeah, it is two of you, in dense woods off of Hwy 34 just north of Franklin, Ga. You opted to try to stay away from town. Sure you needed supplies but towns mean walkers and well, we hate walkers don't we? We'll they love you and it seems they are looking for love in all the right places since they found you two cuties out in the woods. You swear you hear someone playing Dueling Banjo's from somewhere. When in Ga, that is worse than hearing Taps. Granted at this point, you might wish it were a couple of good ol' boys instead of a mini hoard of 10 zombies coming in at you from just south east. They are nearly on top of you and you have no time to shave your legs girls.
Do you run for the highway where it is open and you can climb over run down cars? Do you stand and fight? Whatever you do, you better do it fast because they are nearly there. Three... your shit is on the ground from taking a break and filling up water bottles. Two... you hear the twigs snap and the sound of hungry walkers. One... Fuck me, wait... no. Fuck you, THERE HEEEERRRREEEE..... Someone shut that Poltergeist bitch up!!!
Aren't you two just a lovely couple. All covered in dirt and sweat and blood. Is it your blood? Your loves? The Walkers? Yes. An all of the above option will works wonders right now. You were desperate, out of supplies, out of water, out of nearly everything. You might survive another day or two if you are lucky but hell, you have the luck of the Irish right now. Their real luck. You know, that luck that gives them potato famines and makes people hate them just because of their sweet accent. Top of the morning to ya Mi'Nizzles it is game show time.
Behind door number 1 was a small hoard - they're fucked. Behind door number 2 was a mini hoard - they're fucked. Let me show you what is behind door number 3 - of you are so fuckingly fucked it's not even fucking funny. You are just west of a little shop called "Touch of Paradise" - I literally L-O-Led when I saw that shit. The hoard is large. What do I mean by large? Well let me break it down for you. Mini hoard is ten, small hoard is 20, medium hoard is 35, large hoard is 50+. The dice gods decided to give you the large hoard. (Funny, other options included a single zombie, 2, a rattle snake, a wanderer and more. You got the shittiest of the shittiest.)
Well, anyways, you are just off of Hwy 27 outside of Whitesburg. You are running through a cemetery now trying to save your collective asses and wishing Scotty would beam you up right now. Captain Picard, please make it so. Yup, not going to happen. You better think quick, you are running out of time and steam. You know how I told the girls to run? You better turn into Usain Bolt cause they are coming for you and no Eye of the Tiger Montage is going to save your butts. Perhaps it is fitting you are in a cemetery. Hey, see any tombstones with your names on them? That would serendipitous.