Steve

Land Of The Dead 2 Stories (Living Amongst The Dead)
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Steve

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Steve’ s story


Steve had gone out with last’s night’s raiding party. He tagged along whenever the raiders went out for fuel for the generators. It was one of Steve’s tasks to keep the generators running smoothly, so he often took the opportunity to grab as many desperately needed spare parts as he could. When they had arrived at the small garage near the edge of town, he had left the rest of the team to drain the fuel tanks while he went over to the workshop.

Padlocked, oh well, that shouldn’t be much of a problem. He extracted his lock pick kit from his pocket and pulled the correct tool from it, within thirty seconds the padlock was open, he took his pistol from its holster and cautiously began to open the heavy door.
It was dark as hell in there but he couldn’t risk putting a light on, so he switched on his mag-lite torch and scanned the area, it looked clear but he kept his pistol ready, he wasn’t about to take any chances.

He saw a large metal toolbox, he could use that, he opened it and started grabbing as many tools as he could from the wall rack, dropping them into the toolbox as he went. He smiled to himself, you could never have too many tools, he also saw a pile of new gaskets and decided that they would also be handy to have, he swept them into the box. He was like a kid in a candy store, to the extent that he lost track of time completely.
He had no idea how long he had been in the workshop when he heard the sound of gunfire, it wasn’t close enough to be an attack on the raiding party, it sounded like it was coming from the compound, but that couldn’t be, it had been so long since the stenchies had bothered trying to get in there, the fences and barricades kept them at bay.

Then he heard the engines on the vehicles start and they sped off, what the hell…had they left without him? He ran to the door and looked out, yeah, the bastards were some way down the road. Shit, he would have to find another way back, he looked around again, there was a partly dismantled motorcycle over in the far corner, that would do, but he would have to repair it quickly, the stenchies would have been attracted by the noise of the trucks and would likely be here soon. He closed the doors and moved a couple of heavy welding machines in front of them, that should buy him a little time.

He went to work on the motorcycle and within the hour it was finished, now he just had to start it up and see if it all worked, he was confident it would, he had always had the knack for repairing things.
He couldn’t start it without attracting more stenchies so it had to be a one time thing, he moved a small oxy-acetylene tank next to the door, and moved the bike back as far as he could, behind the car ramps, they should give him some protection from the blast.
If this didn’t work he was screwed. He opened the door a little and sure enough a rotting hand and arm appeared through the crack, he lit the tanks and aimed the torch at the stenchies arm, setting it ablaze, the flames quickly spread to the rest of its clothing.
He moved back and sat on the bike, taking out his pistol and aimed at the tanks, he fired and the tanks exploded, taking out the doors and most of the rotting fleshpiles outside, one of the welding machines he had used to block the doors was blown clear across the room and embedded itself in the tool rack he had been so happy raiding. He revved the bike and roared out of the workshop, now he just had to decide where to head next, the compound didn’t seem like a good idea if the stenchies were attacking, and he certainly didn’t want to stay here. He didn’t have the fuel to make an extended trip anywhere so he decided to head towards the old town, but he wasn’t sure if that would be any safer……………..
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