Two days had passed since my run-in with the “zombie” in Taylorville. I was still a minor celebrity with the gathering crew, but most of the shine had worn off when they realized I was just one luck son of a bitch. I wasn’t some superhuman strongman or some martial arts expert, I’d just been scared out of my mind and the adrenaline took over. I’d read somewhere that sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good.
We spent the entire next day downloading the trucks into wherever we could put supplies. There were several medium-sized businesses near the center of town that were now overflowing so we’d had to requisition a few of the empty houses from the registration office in order to store the supplies. We all knew that wasn’t enough, so the mission was still on to go to Jacksonville.
Admittedly, I hadn’t been there on the prior day’s trip to Taylorville or the preparation for it either, but the way Jesse and Dustin went about getting the gear situated and ready seemed a lot more thought out and even militaristic to me.
Aside from the standard overnight gear that we already knew we needed, we packed a lot of weapons and ammunition. I was given a handgun at first, but once they found out that I didn’t know how to use it, they took it back and gave me a long knife called a KA-BAR. It looked wicked deadly and I hoped that I’d never have to use it. In addition to that, I had my trusty baseball that had been with me from the beginning.
Rebecca and I had made love every morning and every evening since we got to Virden and I was really starting to enjoy my new daily routine. She still didn’t know why she was so intensely horny all the time, but I’m not one to question the good things in life, so I kept my mouth shut and continued to benefit from my wife’s newfound libido.
When I kissed her goodbye this morning, her kiss had been almost desperate, like she’d never see me again or something. It didn’t go unnoticed by me and as I walked towards the group for our morning update.
The quick briefing, geez, maybe this was a military outfit, focused on the route to the town and our objective: a very large food distribution warehouse. The amount of food that could potentially be in the distribution center could set up a population of 5,000 for months. That part caught my ear for sure, because I thought we only had a population of about half of that. I knew Virden was planning to expand, but doubling our population seemed like a little too much.
Maybe this Allen guy, whom I still hadn’t even seen, was planning on becoming some type of regional sanctuary or stronghold. We needed to get out before that happened. One thing my history lessons in high school taught me was that when there was someone with something and others with nothing, there’s going to be trouble. I wanted to be far away from here before shit hit the fan.