The Walking Dead: The Road to Atlanta
I’m
John Walsh, and I am a captain in the U.S Marines. It was the third
day back from my deployment overseas. And I was glad to be home to see
my family. I had just reached the gates when I heard the sirens go off.
There have been weird reports the past couple of days of people dying
and coming back to life. They would eat people too .On the news they
were being called Walkers and biters. There were walkers had starting to
breach the walls on the east side of the base. My commanding officer
told me to head to the armory. I started to speed to the armory. I
loaded my pickup with plenty of weapons and ammo. I couldn’t stay
without getting my family.
When I got to my house all I could hear was gunfire and
screams. I found my wife and son under the bed. She had packed enough
clothes and food to travel. I started to go out the door when I saw a
group of walkers at the house next door. I told my wife to load the
truck while I clear the way. I ran past a few to grab an assault rifle
from the bed of the truck. In the news reports, it said to aim for the
head. It is the only way to kill them. We all got in the truck and drove
back to the base.
On the way back to the base, there were houses burning
and walkers were everywhere. The base was in complete chaos. We finally
reached the base and drove up to the airfield. It was deserted and
walkers were coming across the airfield. The base was lost. We weren’t
prepared for something like this. Sure one walker may not be much. But
when there’s a pack of them all riled up and hungry, you better watch
your back. They don’t run out of energy, but we do. I took one last look
at the base before we left to get on the highway.
A few hours before the base was over run, people have
been talking about this refugee camp in Atlanta. It would be safe and
the National Guard would be there with plenty of weapons and ammo to
keep us all safe.
We managed to meet up with a convoy of other people.
They were also some Military personnel. Also some people from the army
and navy. We pulled over for the night to make camp. We all had plenty
of military grade weapons. Some of the members of the groups were Army
ranger snipers. I felt confident with them taking the first watch. With
the amount of skill they have is amazing. Luckily most of us pack our
night vision goggles. The rifles they were using had suppressors. Noise
attracts the walkers.
It was 6 a.m. when we packed up and hit the road. The
next stop was Atlanta. We were started off to a good start until we had
to stop for a traffic snarl less than twelve miles from the camp. We had
a few guys go through to make sure it was clear. There were screams a
minute later. I got out and stood on the hood of my truck. Two of the
three men that went through were bit…. We had to kill them so they
wouldn’t suffer. Everyone in the group understood why we had to do that.
“We have to keep moving, they knew the risk” I said. We needed to keep
moving. Everyone packed up and drove away. We would have a service for
them when we reached the refugee camp. But now was not the time.
We were about twenty minutes from the city when one of
the vehicles ran out of fuel. It was about seven in the morning and we
had to put fuel in one of the SUV’s. It didn’t take long and we were
back on the road in five.
We had finally reached the city. It was secure and it
looked like we would win the war against this virus. We were all
relieved to finally be safe and not to be worried. Or so we all thought.
It was nightfall when I heard screams. Then there was
gunfire. My wife ran up to me and yelled, "John, walkers are in the
city we need to go!" I was just confused. I couldn't believe that we
worked so hard for this, and we lost people to get here. And it's being
lost. I ran to my pick up and grabbed my assault rifle and ran to help.
But when I looked back, my wife and son were bit and screaming on the
street. I didn't see a point of surviving anymore. The reason I came
here was to keep my family safe. And to see them die was the breaking
point for me. If I was going to die, I was taking as many walkers as I
could with me.
I managed to take out about thirty walkers. I went back to my truck to
get another weapon, but as I was grabbing it, a walker bit my wrist. I
got it off of my and looked around. The rifle had fallen under the
truck. I grabbed my sidearm and went to seek refuge in an Abrams tank. I
put my sidearm on the seat
.
.
Seconds later I heard explosions. I got up to look out the top hatch and they were dropping napalm in the streets. And there were still survivors. They were killing people and walkers. I knew I wasn't getting out of this city alive. I just sat there and waited to die of blood loss. There was no point of killing myself, I basically locked my self in a cage. I wish my son could have had the childhood I had. The world we live in is hell. There is no salvation. All we can do now is... Survive.
