James decided that the best thing to do right now is to get home so he grabbed his car keys from a pocket and started the car. The Chevelle's angry roar surely wasn't good to him because it attracted more attention then he wanted. So he stepped on the gas and the car went off the parking lot and onto the street. As he was driving home James was looking left and right. The city of Minneapolis, where he lived ever since he moved in with his uncle, was quickly turning to hell. Dead people and blood everywhere, walkers killing and eating whatever was left alive. James started dodging cars that were randomly stopped on the streets. Luckily for him he didn't ran into any gridlocks because that would mean he had to leave the car.
James's uncle lived in a house in the suburbs. Things were a little more calm here but you could still see a walker here and there. After a few minutes, James finally reached home as he parked inside the garage, grabbed his 1911 from the passenger seat and slowly got out of the car, making his way inside. After closing the door behind him, James turned on the lights as the place was awfully dark.
"Uncle Joe? Are you home?" Shouted James with the gun pointed forward.
"Uncle...?" James didn't get the chance to shout for his uncle again as a walker came from a hallway heading to him. It seemed to be a woman, wearing a nice brown dress and some fancy shoes on her feet. James imidieatly recognized her.
"Oh Jenna, not you too." Without hesitation James fired two shots at the walker, one missed and the other hit the right side of it's chest.
As the walker fell on the ground James ran towards it and stepped on it's neck with his right leg. As the walker was struggling to get back up James fired a round in it's head, killing it. After this episode James took a seat on the couch with the gun on his lap.
"What the hell is happening? Everybody's turning into the...walking dead." He said slowly to himself as he ran his hands through his long hair and then putting them over his mouth with a look of desperation on his face as he started nodding his head in dissaproval. Then he grabbed his gun and climbed the stairs, heading upstairs.
He then headed to his uncle's bedroom where he saw an open light. After running in, James instantly dropped the gun and leaned down on his knees.
"No! NOOOOOO!" He shouted as he grabbed his hair and then he let go putting his hands on his uncle's dead body which was lying on the ground with multiple bites on him.
"No, No, come on, wake up damnit!" He said as tears were coming down his cheeks as he was shaking his uncle's dead body. After he snapped out of it, James crawled to the bed and leaned next the nightstand, just standing there and trying to digest his uncle's death. As he was doing that, all of a sudden his uncle started waking up as one of those walkers.
James freaked out, he couldn't get his gun as it was dropped next to the door. By the time he would get to it, his uncle would definetly try to attack him. he was one of those things now. James had no choice but to put him down for good. Then he remembered that his uncle kept a Benelli SuperNova shotgun under the bed. He quickly reached out with his left hand underneath the bed as he grabbed the shotgun just as his uncle turned around. As he tried to attack him James racked the shotgun's fore-end, loading it and then fired off a round at his uncle fell who fell dead on the floor with a face full of birdshot holes. James rose up on his feet and racked the shotgun's fore-end again, releasing the spent shell, which fell on the floor making a click, and loading a fresh one.
The shotgun of James's uncle was quite a piece. He was often going hunting with it. Benelli shotguns were some of the best in the business and with a price to match. Uncle Joe also customized his, attaching a picatinny rail, as he wanted to add a red dot sight in the future, and two side saddles. A 6-round one on the shotgun's left side and another 5-round one on the weapon's buttstock. James decided that this weapon is a keeper as he slowly got out of his uncle's bedroom grabbing the 1911 from the ground on his way out.
"I can't stay here anymore. I gotta get the hell out of this city." Said James, still shocked over everything that happened in such a short time. As he got to his bedroom, James grabbed his backpack and started to put in it everything he found useful, clothes food, a spoon and a fork, a can opener, ammo for his weapons and many other things, including music and a kukri knife.
With two dead bodies in the house he wanted to wait no longer so he took a peek outside and after waiting for the right moment he got out and ran to the garage, opening the sliding doors and running to his Chevelle. James put all his stuff in the trunk, as well as tools to fix his car with, just in case. He kept the spare tire that was already inside as he was sure he would need it in the future. After closing the trunk, James got inside the car, started it and drove away.
Several weeks later, James was on the road, still alive. He slept in his car, took gas from gas stations and other cars, scavenged to stay alive and killed whatever walkers attempted to kill him. He was going south to Texas, where some of his friends lived. He wanted to know if they were still alive. He was on Route 65, as he pulled out of a backroad into another with the intention to get on the highway again. He didn't look to his right as he imagined that no one would be coming anyway however as soon as he heard the roar of another car's engine he stepped on the brakes and backed down just as the car passed him, flipped over two times in the air and fell on it's tires.
"Shit!" Said James as he got out of the car and went to the blue Challenger to check on the person inside. There was a young woman inside.
The car was toast. Well at least the engine was, and the undercarriage seemed to have taken damage as well. Aside from that, the chasis was still in one piece, aside from some scratches and dents here and there. After all muscle cars were built like a tank. Powerful and durable. James checked for her pulse and saw that she was still alive. A few minutes later she woke up and started giving him orders as she planted herself in his car like it was her own.
"Hey wait a second girl. Don't I get a say in this? You can't just barge into my car, boss me around and make plans for the both of us." Said James with a defensive attitude. Then he noticed she was bleading and with his right hand turned her head over to him as he checked her out.
"Wow you took one hell of a blow to the head. No wonder you passed out. Wait right here." He said as he went to the trunk, took a soft piece of material that he had there, tore a part from it, drenched it in water and then squeezed it good to remove the excess from it.
After putting the water away he went back to the girl by the back of her head and started to wipe off the blood from her face and going upwards to the top of the head. There he did it gently as it hurted quite a lot there.
"That's quite a nice car you've got there. And a rarity too. Trans Am Challengers like the one you have were built only in 1970. And in only 2399 pieces. You sure you wanna leave it here like that. I can fix it but i'm gonna need some extra parts for the engine and undercarriage. There's a small town about 2 miles away from here. We can do some scavenging there plus i'm certain they have a car shop I can get parts from. Maybe you have the heart to leave it here but I can't. What do you say?" Said James while continuing to play doctor.
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