Undeads are walking

Road to Haga - Part 8

Thankfully, the team did not encounter any trouble with sleeping. Mike had slept a few moments later when he was looking outside, with the gun in his hands. When these three survivors have woken up, first, they pack their things up and leave the attic, then the house and head to the vehicle they found yesterday.

Gerald is sitting in the driver's seat, while Ronald and Mike are sitting carefully seated behind and being careful of their surroundings. You never know when you encounter a zombie or a psychopath who wants to put bullets into their heads. While Gerald was driving the car slowly, he told them.

"We do not want to waste gas, alright."

"So you drive slowly? Better move, old man." says Ronald to his driver, who thanks him for saying that "sweet" thing by smiling.

"Alright, Rascal." says Gerald back to Ronald, and Mike is just sitting there, wondering why he is there and feeling like a third wheel or something similar.

The car leaves the street successfully, attracting two zombies who were walking fast toward them, but Mike and Ronald took their knives and stabbed them. Mike stabbed the head of one of those heads, and Ronald just slashed his throat and pushed him back, landing on a pile of three corpses who were lying there.

"You shouldn't be that careless, you know?" says Gerald to those two survivors. "You never knew what those sons of bitchies could do."

"Okay. Sorry," says Mike to Gerald. "I just wanted to be safe, you know."

"We will be much safer if you two closed the windows, enjoy the ride and be careful if a big horde comes at us."

"There is no chance," says Ronald. "Yesterday, I think we thought all of them in this city."

"Maybe yes, maybe not. We can never be sure about that, Rascal."

These three survivors are going with the vehicle they have taken from the city and heading to the Docks, the place where these three survivors are going to take their boat to safety. But first of all, they have to go to another place to get a new car, since this one has fuel for only eleven more kilometres. These dudes should've taken the fuel out of their car and put it into that car, but, since it was morning and most of them felt dizzy since they hadn't slept that well five days ago because of zombie attacks and all, this is understandable.

Their road remained the same, going through Amsterdam, then Leiden and reaching Haga. But now, these survivors are taking a rural road instead of a highway or a national one because most of those roads are blockages made by zombies, corpses lying on the road, cars and trucks which crashed and probably a helicopter that made heavy bleeding in the middle of a street and blew everything up. This rarely happens, but it could happen.

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A few minutes later, their car had stopped, in an area that was almost empty, beside the small farm which was located three minutes from their car. They are getting out of their vehicles after discussing what they could do, and Ronald suggested going to the closest house, taking a car from there and travelling with it for the rest of their journey or pumping the gas out of that vehicle. Gerald and Mike agree on the plan, and they go to the main road, ignoring the zombies who are being cut down, lying on the road, or the cars who are somehow blocking their way.

While they were walking on the main road, carrying their backpacks and pistols, they spotted a tank which was off the road, and crashed into a big tree. Mike suggested to those two survivors.

"Should we take the tank guys? It might cause some noises but we will be fine until we reach Haga."

"Do you have a driver's license for this thing?" asks Gerald to the guy who proposed this scheme.

"We are in a zombie apocalypse. Does a license count?"

"We will not take a tank, Mike. This could be easily stopped if a horde is surrounding us. Don't you remember that night when a tank came, they surrounded it and started attacking the tank, which made him drive slowly, and destroyed one building filled with other survivors?"

"I do remember. Sorry."

"... Let's move!" said Gerald, who was continuing walking to the closest house.

"Your idea was good, but I am with Gerald," whispered Ronald to Mike. "It might be senile and crazy, but at least he got experience in a war he fought."

"I think you are right." whispered Mike to Ronald.

These three survivors had arrived at a small farm, and there they saw a small van that could help them arrive at their destination. But, when they were about to go and get the van, they encountered a fat zombie who seemed to be the corpse of the owner of that farm. Gerald is quickly shooting the zombie's head, and he, with the team, is quickly taking that van and driving as fast as possible to Amsterdam.

The zombie who got shot in the head is getting on his head, and his, who is doing a ridiculous process like a mutant, alien or a machine in a movie, is pulling the ammo which hit the head of that zombie. That ammo falls onto the road, and the zombie walks back to the barnyard. The team, which was at a far distance, zombie another type of zombie without knowing, "Healer.", a zombie who can heal himself.