Too bright, too sunny and I could use something to get the blood flowing. It’s another work day at my home away from home and I have to drag myself out the door after a night filled with strange dreams. I never sleep well when I dream and this was no exception. “I could really use an I.V. drip of caffeine.” Not really sure who I was talking to since I was the only one up but then again I’m just that tired.
The drive to the shop was like any other day. Filled with Utah drivers being their usual narcissistic selves and causing near misses at every intersection. The front of the shop was an inviting sight as I pulled around back and jumped out. I unlocked the back door and entered Crusader HQ. The familiar smell of Hoppes #9 and gun oil filled my nostrils. That smell is better than perfume to a gunsmith. I knew right where I was going, even in the dark. In the office I opened my laptop and put on the local talk station 105.7fm. The show host was going on about the usual political battle and the crap surrounding it. The hippies in D.C. were pulling the usual stunts to destroy the country and blaming the results on the Republicans. “When are they going to figure out that we’re tired of that crap? Nothing ever changes but the faces in office. Very few of them actually do their job, though, but just a few. The rest are too busy being elitist dirt bags. They want real change, they want a good economy…then get the hell out of the way and we‘ll do it ourselves.” Okay, I knew yelling at the radio wouldn’t do any good but it made me feel better for a moment. Looking around I was glad no one was around to hear that yet. The last thing I needed, with no caffeine on board, was to listen to George or Wes making fun of me talking to myself.
I was mentally going through what I needed to accomplish for the day while turning on the lights surrounding my work bench. I needed to get started on a batch of our customized Glock 22’s. The Ghost trigger connectors have to be fitted into each one. Good thing I’ve done it enough times to know right about where the sweet spot is. Just enough trigger reset length to keep a customer from bump firing the pistol while “working” the trigger reset and maintain only needed over travel. No need to fit a little and check it…a few more file strokes and check it. The trigger bars needed work and, of course, they needed a Slipstream treatment. If I can get that much done on this batch I can refinish them tomorrow. That meant a full day at the workbench.
I was working on the forth trigger connector for the day when the news broke for an emergency message. There was a situation at the Salt Lake International Airport. Some lady went nuts and started biting people on a flight from California. “Where’s George to say something about the Zombie Apocalypse when you need him?” I was thinking out loud and, once again, ended up glad there was no one to make a crack about it. All the same, there was something about this that didn’t seem right. They said on the radio that they would keep us posted. “Sure ya will…” ,I said shaking my head. I kept it in the back of my mind that I would let it go for now but one more report like that and I was locking up and heading home.
I kept working but it was only a half hour until another emergency message. Everyone on the plane that was bitten got up from the first aid station and started shuffling around. Their eyes had turned milky white. A doctor came to check on them and the people charged at him with amazing speed. They started eating the poor guy. Everyone that ran by was leashed out at by gnashing blood stained teeth.
My cell rang. I knew who it was by the ring tone. “Hey, Chuck. Looks like you guys have your hands full today.” Chuck was an IDPA friend of mine from way back. He just happened to also be a Sargent with the Salt Lake Police.
“Doc, brother, you have no idea. You need to pack up the shop and get the hell out of here. People in a mile radius of the airport have started looting and destroying everything in their path. Some are even banding together in trucks and breaking into houses and stores and taking everything they can get their hands on, shooting store clerks or home owners, and some burning places down. More and more people were moaning and shuffling around biting people. Some got a hold of the looters. That wasn’t so bad. Served them right but that just meant more milky eyed freaks roaming the streets.”
“None of this is on the news, bro.”
“Screw the news. They’re just trying to keep even more people from panicking. This started early this morning, like 2am early. People are leaving the airport and biting everything in sight. They don’t even know if any bitten people made it home just to start biting somewhere else or not. This is some seriously bad juju. You get the clan and get out.”
“Dude I should be kitting up and coming to help.”
“Don’t even try it. You can’t help if your family isn’t safe. Besides, we have orders to shoot anyone armed in the streets. They just can’t tell who’s a looter and who the good guys are. It’s only the uniform keeping us from getting shot.”
“Then get me a uniform.”
“Get your family out. You know I live in the effected area. They already got to my family because I was on the job. Don’t let them get yours.”
“Chuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Looters, man. Promise me you’ll get your clan out of here.”
“You have my word”, I said as the line went dead.“That’s it, it’s time to go.”
I looked around. If this was a zombie outbreak then I’d need a few things from the shop. I packed up my toolbox and some other things and loaded them in my suburban. I also had a few guns that were finished except needing to be Cerakoted. They got loaded as well. I then counted them to make sure it would do. Two 12ga tactical shotguns (a Remington 870, and a Mossberg 930), one each of our Templar (18“ polygonal rifled barrel good for dealing punishment from near or far), a Paladin (24“ polygonal rifled bull barrel for ultimate accuracy), and Guardian (16” polygonal bad to the bone carbine) rifles all in 5.56. Then for rifles with more punch I grabbed a 7.62 Broadsword rifle (18” polygonal rifled barrel and an Eotech) and a 7.62mm Longbow rifle (24” polygonal rifled barrel and a 10 power Leupold Mil-dot scope). I had my G23 Reaper so I snagged a G19 for my wife. She wasn’t much of a shooter but she would get that way in a hurry. As long as I could find ammo these weapons would be everything I needed to keep my family alive. Sure there were more than I could shoot but they would arm additions to our group down the road somewhere. After grabbing all the ammo I had on hand to test fire all the new builds with it was time to leave.