There was a burnt out house at the bottom of the hill that I had scavenged about a month earlier, the garage was still in decent shape and I knew I would be able to stash my new set of wheels there safely, and that’s where they stayed untouched for almost 3 months while I was away. I had been planning a trip, a nice long road trip, a search, I started planning it the day after the big lock down, and without the help of a nice travel agent too. I had been completely packed for over a week at this point, all my tools and toiletries packed tightly and neatly into a large backpack, some things attached directly to the frame of my bike. That’s right, my bike. Even though I now owned a working car I still planned on using my bike, the car would have made the trip faster in theory but the unneeded noise and the risk of getting stuck were major factors when it came to safety, abandoned vehicles where congesting most of the major road ways and even though the car was built like a tank I don’t think it would have done too well off road. That trip is a whole other story which I’m sure I’ll get to eventually, sub tangents tend to get me lost though.
But that is how I became the proud owner of a Crown Victoria police cruiser, when I returned from my search it was exactly where I left it, untouched by everything but a layer of dust. If you have the means to get one I highly suggest you do, it is a choice set of wheel, and nothing beats a ride with a grill built for ramming, not even Cameron’s dad’s Ferrari.

As legit as my ride is, it gives me no authority over these roads but I consider it my duty to myself and to her, where ever she is, to make sure no nonsense is going on in this world to make our situation worse.

Oh yeah, remember the black van? Still there.

Tags: adventure, horror, zombies

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