Chapter 1, part 5
I did what I could for others along the way by side swiping the zeds chasing them. In the back of my mind I wished I could be out with George on the hunt but he had something I didn’t. He had his family in a safe place. My focus, my mission, was to get my family out of this zombie infested valley of death. There would be plenty of time to search for survivors later. For now I had to provide a zed free wake for my family to travel in.
It took us an hour to close in on the canyon but it was finally in sight. My ugly suburban was now coated in sludgey gray zombie gore. I heard every scream my kids made through the phone. I thought about telling them to keep it down but in this living horror movie it just wasn’t going to happen.
“Are you still back there?”
“I’m about fifty yards behind you.”
“Stop where you’re at unless you have zombies trying to get in the van. Some gang bangers have the road blocked.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice was shaky. The last hour had taken it’s toll and now I was having her keep back where she couldn’t see me.
“Better you don’t know”. I took a peek through the six power ACOG. These morons had pulled their cars sideways to block most of the road. It looked like they were armed with KelTec carbines and an SKS. They had some elderly man on his knees execution style, while they took everything he had out of his car. The old guy wasn’t going to survive this one. He must have gotten mouthy because he got a muzzle strike to the back of the head.
“What do you mean it’s better that I don’t know?”
“Shut it for a minute…sorry, concentrating and need you silent.” I was making a plan and didn’t need other questions. “One, two, three, four…”
“Gang Bangers. They’re about to kill an old man. Not today.” I took the Bluetooth out of my ear and set it on the dash. Then got the scoped Longbow from behind my seat to better deal with the situation. Looking through the ten power scope I could see that they had surplus LBV’s (load bearing vest) on with a couple extra mags. Underneath was only bare skin, Rambo style, so there would be nothing to stop what was coming their way. I always thought they should make it open season on gangs and today it was going to be just that.
I knew the BattleComp on the end of each rifle would keep me on target so I dropped into a prone position on the left shoulder of the road. It left me a little more exposed but there was no view around the corner to the bangers position from the right side. I brought the rifle to my shoulder. I quickly surveyed the situation through the scope. Two with their backs to me taunting the old man verbally. One brandishing a rifle in the man’s face. That one made himself the clear leader as he yelled at the other two for getting a little too out of control. A fourth one was actually standing watch for other cars or dangers. I had my fire plan in a split second. The first jackhole to die was the guard. I brought him into view. They were all about 300 yds away so this was an easy shot for this rifle.
My consentration was such that I didn’t even hear the rifle. I just felt the recoil of the 7.62mm round slam into my shoulder. The guard doubled over like he was hit in the chest by a cinder block. The TAP rounds exploaded out his back sending red spray all over the pavement. A quick adjustment and I was on the leader. I put a 168 grain Hornady round through his nasal cavity and the banger was down like he was never born.
The other gangsters looked around, saw the suburban and started spraying bullets in that direction. It looked like something out of a modern gangster movie the way they held the carbines almost over their heads, aiming at nothing and yelling in feigned intimidation.
“Worthless bastards”, I whispered to myself.
Amidst a few close bullet strikes I adjusted to……with just his head and shoulders above the cab of the old man’s car and smacked him in the throat. His head flopped like it was barely attached. Adjusting for the next shot I could see the last guy giving me a few parting shots as he turned to run so I fired again catching him in the lower back, smashing his spine. There must have been another gang banger in one of their vehicles because out of no where another, much bigger, banger grabbing the old man around the neck like he was taking him hostage. I waited for a good shot as the thug backed away dragging the old man. The rifle spoke with authority. The old man’s head recoiled to the side as it was covered in pink mist and chunks of thug brain. He picked up the thug’s SKS fired a quick double tap into the one I wounded then lowered it in one hand like he knew what he was doing. I put the scoped rifle back in the case, grabbed my Guardian rifle, and hooked it on the single point sling on my kit. I drove closer to the barricade and stopped about 50 yards away. I got out and made my way over to the old man in low ready.
As I got within ear shot of him he yelled over to me, “good sniping, son”. He had a World War two veteran hat on with a Master Sergeant chevron on the front.
“Yes sir, master sarge”.
“Come on, boy that was a few life times ago”.
“Old habits die hard, sir”.
“Let’s get these cars out of the way and get out of here.” There were not keys inside so I put each in neutral and started pushing them off the road and over the edge of the slope.
“Where you headed sir?”
“We’re headed to Colorado. Would you like to stay with us until we turn off?”
Crap, I realized I didn’t have the Bluetooth in and ran over to the suburban and put it in my ear. “Christy, you there?”