“Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you.”
Such were the words of prophecy spoken years ago. Little did we know the Shuv Raiders and zombies called Zuuls would come for us at the time, we just wanted to watch a movie. But we ran the gauntlet and came away with the prizes. I wish we’d been able to get to their friend Harold in time, he would have been a hell of a Mechanic. Damn shame Danny-boy fell down the wacko tree (hitting every branch on the way down, apparently) and we lost him in that tragic zombie outbreak in Mexico while he was investigating that crystal skull business. And poor Ernie, nobody’s seen him anywhere since long before the fall.
We rode in, hot tires, smoking guns, trying to forget the things we’d seen. Having an immense fear of losing fingers the initial expense of wire mesh around the cockpit of the Cobra paid itself off in spades again. I’m going to have to track down more of it for a second layer, as the zombies seem to be getting more aggro.
But for a while it seemed Billy’d forgotten how to be human, and I thought we’d have to leave him there, but boy did he show up in glorious style. All was forgiven when he opened up the back of Ecto 1 and started flipping switches. I was also greatly impressed by the 1936 Ford Phaeton from his FDR movie that he’d kept away in a corner, what a beauty.
So we all saddled up to head out. Billy and Brian were driving Ecto 1 just so we wouldn’t fight over who got to sit where, and crept out the driveway. As scout I took it upon myself to get out ahead of the pack and draw the majority of them off with my speed. We wanted to leave the house as a safe point in case they needed to return so I blasted some Jackie Wilson
and rumbled the pipes to get a little attention. As soon as the gates cleared enough width I threw the zombie in front a wink and shot through the gap, tires squealing and horns blaring over the Kenwood. Let’s just say that it got a little messy there for a while but I kept moving forward to encourage them to follow. Having emptied most of their freezer of various meat products to drag behind me probably helped but we’ll have to hear from everyone else to see how well that worked, I was busy heading west.
About a mile or so later I cut the rope to the meat popscicle, made a U-turn and came back 50 cals blazing catching a lot of heads at bumper height. Let’s just say if you see a big gooey spot on the 10 from space, that was me.
I wandered my way down, catching a few bits of attention from a raider here and there, but my goal was to get to Pasadena before getting back. It was at least another gallon of gas, but I knew of a little place that had done some work with with a few military “specialists” in Colorado that I used to know. They were always showing off their falsies and it was quite impressive.
At any rate, I think we’re going to need some mechanics to read a lot of manuals and help me out with knowing what goes where, but I certainly have some mechanical knowledge to solder and help out as best I can to make my trunkload of prosthetics work for everyone.
