Once I wandered around Montana, USA and Montana is a pretty big state, but not a lot of people. Callie was an insurance sales person and went door to door in Montana. Not a fun job and involved very early hours as she had to travel long ways to get to the next town to sell insurance…
I will let her tell you how it all started for her…
Hey Callie here,
I was up early that day! Like it was about 4am and I was glad to get out of that seedy old motel that I slept in that night…
The morning just felt wrong and I was tooling down the road minding my own business and thinking about how the morning just felt wrong and I decided I needed a cup of coffee. So I was looking at signs to see if a all night cafe or quick stop was around. Montana is an empty state and so 50 miles is a short distance to a cafe…
I was paying too much attention to signs on the roadside and failed to see this man standing in the road. At 4:30 in the morning in Montana, that just does not happen…
I hit this guy at about 90 miles an hour and it was just like hitting a deer in the road. I have hit a deer before and it is not a nice thing to do. The car I had exploded as if it had hit a wall and the hood was bent back covering my windshield, I finally got the car stopped and only ran off the road a few hundred yards. It is a good thing that the road was barren and empty on each side…
The damn airbag did not deflate and I had to pull my knife out of my purse and pop the bag. Once free I was able to get out and I looked back to the road. To my horror I actually did not kill the guy. He was flopping around and trying to get up…
I was thinking about how I should be happy he is not dead, but then I was thinking that he had to be in a lot of pain and crazy out of his mind after having most of his bones broken…
In fact at the speed I was going, I could not even understand how he lived. I looked at my car and really wondered how he lived. Then I thought about the Scarface movie and he was so high on cocaine that he would not die. That would explain how he was wandering the highway at this time of the morning….
I heard him moan and I started to run then to see if I could help him…
As I neared him, I saw him look at me and he started to crawl/drag toward me and gnash his teeth and moan at me. He reminded me of an octopus out of water and trying to move on the ground. He did not seem in pain and he did not seem happy and he did not even seem to be intelligent. He just seemed intent on getting to me…
Then behind me I heard another moan. I turned and saw a woman stumbling toward me. She looked like the man on the ground except she was in one piece. Then I had this flash in my brain. You know when a light bulb goes off and you realize something…
Something screamed Zombie at me…
I stepped aside and the woman stumbled past me and fell on top of the guy. I backed up and then I had to run like hell, for a huge truck just came from nowhere and it ran over the two on the road. Then it backed up and ran over them again and again and again…
The door on the truck opened and a guy looked down under his tires and seemed satisfied. He looked at me and then slammed the door and took off…
I was left standing on the side of the road and 20 feet away was a pile of two humans and it still moved. They were still alive, but just maimed to the point of not able to function at all…
I walked over to the two mangled Zombies and they tried to still get me. All they could do was to try to attack me and they could not even move hardly. Their heads still were whole and their eyes functioned. But unless I stuck my finger in their mouth, they were not gonna get me…
I walked back to my car and I gathered a few things up that I would need and opened my trunk. My dad, bless his heart, gave me a special weapon called a tire thumper. It was a tool that was used by truckers to thump their tires to see if they are okay. It would kill a human in a heart beat, if you hit them on the head and since it was legal to carry as a tool, the cops would say nothing. I kept it in the trunk as I was not comfortable carrying such a thing. I smiled as I thought about what my dad would say, “Hit those damn idiots on the head and live to see another day!”
I walked back to the pile of Zombies and I did just that!
5 miles later I came upon a cafe and gas station. This was where I was going to get some coffee, but as I came upon the station, I realized that the world had gone crazy. It was not just my little mishap this morning…
I realized that maybe selling insurance was going to take a back seat for awhile…
Dead everywhere and it looked like the truck driver guy that left me on the road, was the last to die. Dead Zombies everywhere and in the middle of it all a dead trucker. I approached him and saw he had a dozen bite marks on him and they all came from a Zombie…
I was getting ready to walk away and thought about what my dad said, “Hit those damn idiots on the head and live to see another day!”
I just knew that he would come back a Zombie and damn if just as I was swinging that tire thumper, didn’t he open his eyes and hiss and moan at me. I kept my cool and smacked him between the eyes and then a dozen more times to make sure…
I also thought about something else my dad would have said when watching a movies from Hollywood, “What the hell is wrong with that girl! She hit him once and dropped the weapon! Hit the bastard twenty times! Make sure he is dead!”
So I hit the trucker 10 more times on top of the dozen times, just to make sure my dad would be happy. My dad has been in heaven for awhile and I just could feel him smiling as I did what he would want me to do…
I then walked into the store/cafe and found it empty and like nothing happened. I checked the back rooms and no one was there. It looked like all Zombies went outside and died in the ensuing fight…
I locked the back door and locked all the other doors and locked the front door. I pulled the gates down and found a fresh brewed pot of coffee. I poured a big cup and put some real cream in it. I bet that is the last real cream I ever get, I said to myself…
I sat at the stool looking out the front window and watched the sun break through the clouds. It was going to be a beautiful day, weather wise…
I grabbed a sweet roll and enjoyed life for a few minutes, then I decided that life was not going to get any better than this and if I was going to survive, I better get weapons and get my head on straight…
Bless Montana, weapons under every counter and enough shells to hold off an army. When I walked out of that cafe, I looked like Laura Croft and I was ready to take on Zombies no matter how tough they were…
In fact no matter what anyone thinks, I could teach Laura Croft some lessons in being tough now after killing a few thousand Zombies…
I guess I am done and you all have a nice day…
Callie…