Day Sixty Two:
We managed to kill thirty clothed ex-humes. Probably could have conserved more ammo but after we’d shoot one of them, we had to shoot the surrounding ones as well to keep them from ripping apart the clothed ones and as a result, possibly eating the keys.
After securing the area we went out and searched all of them and came up with 13 sets of key fobs.
Over the course of several hours we hopped from roof to roof to roof and back again hoping to find a car that would light up when we hit the panic button. On the eighth set, we found our winner. A maroon newer model pick-up truck parked in front of a liquor store.
In situations like this, I find myself wondering why someone would leave their truck outside a store during a plague. AJ pointed out that the guy probably lived up above the place or was the owner. Or, was someone who had car troubles and left it there meaning to get it fixed the next day.
Getting to the truck went off without a hitch although, I half expected it to have a flat tire on the side we couldn’t see, or dead battery, or whatever the hell else would get us eaten alive but no. It got us from point A to point B just fine and now we are safely back in my lovely house. Despite the recent near disaster, AJ still wants to try his blood injection idea so we’ll see how that goes.
Now I am going to sleep in my bed, that isn’t made out of discount coats in the corner of a stairwell. Even though we have lost so much, its nice to know that it isn’t all gone.
We managed to kill thirty clothed ex-humes. Probably could have conserved more ammo but after we’d shoot one of them, we had to shoot the surrounding ones as well to keep them from ripping apart the clothed ones and as a result, possibly eating the keys.
After securing the area we went out and searched all of them and came up with 13 sets of key fobs.
Over the course of several hours we hopped from roof to roof to roof and back again hoping to find a car that would light up when we hit the panic button. On the eighth set, we found our winner. A maroon newer model pick-up truck parked in front of a liquor store.
In situations like this, I find myself wondering why someone would leave their truck outside a store during a plague. AJ pointed out that the guy probably lived up above the place or was the owner. Or, was someone who had car troubles and left it there meaning to get it fixed the next day.
Getting to the truck went off without a hitch although, I half expected it to have a flat tire on the side we couldn’t see, or dead battery, or whatever the hell else would get us eaten alive but no. It got us from point A to point B just fine and now we are safely back in my lovely house. Despite the recent near disaster, AJ still wants to try his blood injection idea so we’ll see how that goes.
Now I am going to sleep in my bed, that isn’t made out of discount coats in the corner of a stairwell. Even though we have lost so much, its nice to know that it isn’t all gone.
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