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starting to really like that boat.”

    “Me too,” I sighed.  

    The trucks were line up in a row, parked a good distance away and we double-timed it over to them. Blake checked the back for matching numbers, the first one we found matched up with a set of keys we had, but when he started it up the gas tank read only an eighth of a tank. It was a short distance to my house, but better safe than sorry.  

    “They might have a gas tank around here, but I want to check the other trucks, less hassle.” He pointed to the other trucks.
    We started up the next one we found and this one had just under a full tank so we were in luck. The noisy diesel truck wasn’t ideal for stealth movement, but it would have to do. We didn’t have many choices.  

    Blake asked me to drive since I knew the area and he would keep look-out in case we ran into more of those things. We were bracing ourselves for a lot more zombies. The guy in the overalls, all dead-like, was a giveaway that the area was infected. There were a lot of 24-hour businesses and apartment complexes in the neighborhood, it could be overrun by the dead.  

    I drove the truck over the levee and onto River Road. I spotted a few shambling creatures almost immediately when we crested the top, confirming our suspiciouns. They looked like they were also industrial workers, likely coming from the warehouses and shipping businesses that lined the river. None of them looked like much of a threat and even though they started walking faster toward the truck, there was enough distance between us that I quickly outpaced them.  

    I made it to my neighborhood without any further encounters with the dead. I lived in a lower-middle-class neighborhood, mostly singles and older couples because the houses were small. It looked like most of my neighbors were gone. The usual vehicles were missing from driveways, and in some cases, doors were left standing open. I saw movement behind a few blinds as we passed and I sent up a silent “good luck” as I passed those occupied residences.

    There was a service alley that allowed back access to my house and a few of my neighbors’ that abutted my lot. It was the only one in the area and one of the reasons I had purchased my house. I pulled into the alley, backing the truck up to my back door.   We were ready to go.  

    “I’m going to check the perimeter. You start getting the supplies out by the back door. We’ll load them in the truck together and then head out, good?” Blake said.

    “Sounds good,” I responded and watched with trepidation as he moved off, his gun drawn, quietly walking down the side of my house.

    I heard Charlie bark once in warning and that was my cue to hurry into the house. We couldn’t linger. Residential zones meant more potential zombies, it seemed quiet now, but that could change quickly.

    The power was out in the house and Charlie was in full alert mode when I came through the door. When he confirmed it was me he calmed down, licked my open palm and then went back to pacing. I had converted my third bedroom into the storage area and this was where most of my supplies were located. There wasn’t a lot, or at least I thought so, there could always be more. My prepping was in its infancy. I had only begun preparing when I got my first big raise, which was two years ago.  

    I had stockpiled a lot of water filters for purification, a good sized supply of water in 5-gallon jugs and a six-month supply of freeze-dried foods which I had purchased with my last tax return check, that stuff wasn’t cheap. Not to mention a lot of canned food, energy bars and drinks along with bags of grains, rice, sugar, pasta, peanut butter, powered milks and long lasting cheeses and other essentials that were a prepper’s base supplies. There were a lot of batteries and gadgets, even a Faraday cage in case of that dreaded EMP blast, probably useless now. I also had quite a collection of first aid supplies, blankets, bags,