Zedpocalypse Chapter 1: Finding out the truth
#1 of Zedpocalypse Season 1
I was in a fix. I had begun to run low on food and couldn't find anything i had liked in the houses I had looted. I couldn't find any safe houses either. I was lost in the Lewiston-Clarkston valley. I only had a general idea where I was cuz the Wal-Mart was across the street. I took my portable GPS out of my backpack and hit the power button.
"Dammit it's dead. And i dont have any batteries either!"
I couldn't check Wal-Mart or Costco for supplies without getting killed. Those locations were overrun to hell. Although the parking lot is packed with zed during the day, there are multitudes of cars that are easy to hotwire. I guess it must have gotten hit in the middle of a shopping spree, or something.
And at night, the boss smarty, Pezz tells the regulars to go inside for what he somehow explained to us humans over the radio as "rest". I can even remember what Pezz had said over the universal radio frequency.
"We should be honorable to each other and not raid at night. I know you don't have the men to seize one of my fortress-stores but the same is opposite. So, let's have nightly breaks from the fighting to prevent bigger problems for you humans, hmm?"
"Rest" is apparently required by Pezz with no exceptions but patrols. No one knows why as well. The humans are happy there are no attacks during the night except for the occasional easy-kill lone zombie.
Even though Pezz is a zombie, he is obviously rumored to be the smartest zombie. Smart enough to take bargains and to also have humans as pets (or slaves, whichever suits his fancy). In the process of having human pets, he kept them safe from the regular zombies and being eaten and/or turned. He is also rumored to want to be as human-like as possible, and to have made a cure to zombieism. I didn't believe those shitty rumors at all.
Unfortunately for me, I was going to find out just how wrong I was.
Later that night, I snuck into the Wal-Mart parking lot searching for either a quiet car or a car I thought was cool. Screw that, I wanted a loud, obnoxious diesel truck with big power. i was planning to head up to Spokane, Washington to check the scene and hopefully find my dad.
I scanned the vicinity and spotted three big trucks parked about 300 feet or so away, all next to each other. I slunk slowly and quietly over to the three trucks. Upon closer inspection, when I was about 50 feet away, i saw there were a few undead chatting and smoking by the nearest truck. I then realized what I had noticed.
"Chatting? And smoking?" I wondered a little too loud. Too late to take it back now. I pulled my fire axe out and waited behind a Prius, still slightly confused as to what was going on but still combat ready.
The closer zombie spoke first, "Who's there?"
The second zombie hissed at the first. "Shaddup Sam! Pezz told us to not let the humans know we can speak"
'So that's what's going on. . .' I wondered.
I revealed myself and said, "It's a little too late for that guys"
"Shit, I guess the jig's up then." The second zombie raised something I hadn't noticed. "for you that is."
'Shit, it has a .50 cal sniper.' I thought. 'Im so dead'
"Ok, don't worry, I just wanted a truck and I'll just leave."
The second one spoke, "What, one of these three trucks here? Sorry guy, I'm gonna have to disappoint you. These three trucks are all mine. I earned MY dollars under Pezz, and had one of MY human pets buy it for me from an operational dealership a few weeks ago"
"DA FUCK?!" I exclaimed.