A Young Man's Game by Mark Won

A Young Man's Game by Mark Won

Author:Mark Won [Won, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2018-11-12T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 11

After checking the village where the archers had originated and finding it empty (of living people), I made my happy way across the state border without having to pay any tolls. For me that was just another advantage of the joyous new tax free age I found myself in. Not that I’d ever been old enough to have to actually pay taxes, but you should have heard Uncle complain about them.

I had a few towns to skirt and a few villages to plunder but nothing worth a mention. Nothing, that is, except I finally found a gun shop with my favorite caliber ammunition in it. What I didn’t take with me I put in a safe place, as is my usual wont. I especially like using refrigerators as storage spaces for food, bullets, medical supplies, or whatever, maybe wrapped in some plastic bags that had been laying around the kitchen. It made me feel like a squirrel the way I’d leave things squirreled away all over. Then I’d stick a note on the fridge so anyone squatting in the house would know who left them some stuff. That way if we ever met later we’d have something in common to talk about.

Of course, I’d never take everything when looting a gun shop or grocery store, that would be rude. I figured there were always plenty of survivors out there who might need a little help. I made a point of leaving instructions to call that Haven place, too, so folks could get rescued if they got their hands on a good enough radio.

So it was with a full heart and full ammo magazines when I pedaled my way into a campground along the south side of a two mile long lake. The map said it was ‘Valley Lake’, which made sense because it was between two long hills with woods all around. Just off to the west was Mill State Park, and that was what brought me there in the first place. The prospect of finding people.

You see, even though I had found a number of people living in towns and cities lately, that wasn’t normal in my experience. Usually the survivors of the Change tended to congregate in lost and forlorn looking places, well away from wherever people used to live. Normally that’s where I’d find them. Usually the people were hungry but working together, just getting by. I liked to drop off a few cans of beans, or whatever, in exchange for information about where they were from and how they’d survived. Maybe I’d give them a few hunting/trapping tips, if I thought they’d listen to a kid, and then let them use my radio. Then I moved on.

Sometimes, though, the group of survivors I’d encounter would be of a more malignant nature. More the sort that prefer to shoot first and just forget about the questions. Those are the kind I’d get the joy of killing in the name of performing a public service. You see, when it comes to the human race, I’m a total team player.



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