A Shrouded Country Road – Part 3

Marcus turned and fled. He dodged a torrent of pulse laser blasts. Dirt showered everywhere. A boulder exploded near him and red filled his vision. More zombies rose and Marcus slowed as they grasped at his. Guts flew around him as zombies were massacred by the hail of beams and rockets. An increasing number of explosions tossed him clear of the zombies. He headed towards a knee-high fence and tried to jump it several times unsuccessfully. A rocket hit him exploding him into giblets.

Marcus shoved the keyboard away, shouting at the screen.

“Stupid game! Let me jump the fence!”

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A Shrouded Country Road – Part 2

Marcus fumbled with the passenger handle and fell out despite zombies grabbing at his legs. He ran into the fields. A flash of light lit the sky and a second later the night boomed. He thought it thunder, but a glance behind proved him wrong. Plumes of smoke rose from his smoldering car. Half of a bumper landed beside him as his speed slowed. A few zombies shambled to their feet near the wreckage. Traces of light punched through them and they fell into several bleeding chunks. Metal glinted in moonlight as a towering destroyer bot emerged from the mist.

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A Shrouded Country Road – Part 1

The moon barely lit the misty landscape as Marcus drove. 

These country roads wind too much!

He cranked the wheel to avoid, what, a giant dog? He hit his head when he ran into the ditch. Groggy, he climbed from the car to see a miniature pony near a broken fence. Dogs barked, a farmhouse loomed silently. Moans drifted from the fields. Marcus saw Hungry Dead rising up. He scrambled into the car and spun wheels uselessly. A zombie bit the pony. It kicked, shattering the drivers window. The dead cut themselves on shards of glass as they climbed in.

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The Potato’s Role in the Zombie Apocalypse

Cuh-foomp! A zombie flew back as something struck its collarbone. Its head whipped forward and snapped off.

Yeehaw!

From in the barricaded barn, Isaiah loaded a potato in the PVC pipe and squeezed the methane into the explosion chamber then sealed it up. He aimed, made the spark, and the cannon fired.

In the cow pens, Zach checked the catheters on the cows and harvested the methane capture bottles, replacing them with empty ones. He put the full bottles where Isaiah had easy access.

Many groups like this used the self-replicating ammo. Soon zombies were non-existent in rural areas everywhere.

This story will appear on Snark Tank Radio on November 10th.

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