Chapter 1: Prologue
As I woke up with a splitting headache I was hit with a wave of memories that simply were not mine. They didn't have any real feelings attached to them other than the obvious curiosity that they presented to me, other than that it was simply like watching a movie about someone's personal life. I KNEW the things happened but I didn't live them.
I guess I should start with that my name is Alex Duvall and for some reason I now live in Los Angeles California… I hate California! It has a nice climate and beaches sure but it still would be a nightmare for peoples rights.
My memories also tell me it's only 2010 now instead of 2022 so that's a drag. This new life has me as fairly well off it seems, a nice home and even a boat moored near my friends house. Weird but cool.
Well financially I'm better off now than I was when I was in the Army in my last life so that something I suppose.
The next thing I notice as I am getting out of bed is a piece of paper on my bedside table so I sit up to read it and the first thing I notice is the fine script. The next thing I notice is that the piece of paper actually has a countdown timer… on paper? Da fuck? The next thing I notice is that the paper says, and I quote, 'welcome to the apocalypse, fear the walking dead style, the countdown is when shit begins. Enjoy, ROB!' 'PS - I even gave you nice things, boat near Victors, your favorite Motorcycle and even some money! so enjoy while you can!'
"MOTHER FUCKER!" I practically snarl to myself. This is fucked! But I had to think clearly right now or I would truly die. I don't remember how or why I got here, I don't remember dying or anything but I also don't want to remember that either and I also more so don't want to die this time around either!
With that thought I grabbed my IPhone and searched out the closest gun shop, thankfully I was 21 and had a clear record in this life as well so there shouldn't be an issue buying anything.
There are also several shops not far from each other but I will have to rush to get there before shit hits, I only got an hour and twenty or so minutes left!
I'm glad I had money in this life as well, my motorcycle is a beauty in my opinion, but it couldn't hold enough so I took the truck instead. One of my first stops was an ATM incase power or whatever went out, I would still be able to buy shit. My next stop was the closest gun store.
There wasn't really any issues, I met all the qualifications to own a gun even in Californias strict guidelines. My favorite hand gun is probably a 9mm Glock 17 for its reliability and that's why I bought two of them. I decided to get a 9mm as higher caliber was simply excessive for zombies. I also bought some accessories, a flashlight to attach underneath the pistol and several extra 17 round magazines. I bought all the 9mm he had in stock or was willing to sell me which only amounted to 5 boxes, 250 rounds. Not much but enough to start. I also bought holsters for them that could also hold two spare magazines.
With that, my last purchases ended up being a beautiful 15 inch Bowie knife and a secondary 12 inch Bowie knife. I wanted options though I wasn't a fan of being up close and personal to zombies, it was also more practical to get rid of one or two silently.
On last inspection I also decided to buy some shotgun ammo as well before I left. I dislike them but they can be useful. I'll get the shotgun later.
My next stop were the next closest gun stores which were on the same street. I kept my purchases locked in my trucks cabin as I went to the next store.
This time I came out thankfully with a magazine fed tactical shotgun also with more rounds for both my pistol and shotgun as well as a few more magazines for each.
My last stop would be food. I had some food and water still at the house but only enough to realistically last for less than a week at a stretch and I don't like having to do that much.
I didn't come away with much from that last trip but I did get what I was looking for mostly, you can't buy very strong painkillers over the counter but I did get some acetaminophen, a shit ton of raw honey that should be a good supplement for antibiotics and the last thing on the list, a bunch of 1 liter bottles of water. Anything else was just extra. Candy bars, protein bars, really anything in a wrapper that wouldn't go bad, or a can. Beans beans are good for the heart and all that.
The last thing I did before heading back home was hit up a gas station. There was a slight line so I did have to wait in like for like 10 minutes but nothing came of it. I filled up the tank of the truck as well as three gas cans just in case. I also went inside and plundered as many snacks as I could carry including all the beef jerky and can't forget the slimjims.
Just as I was pulling into my street my watch started beeping, time was up, shits starting, I just hope things stay canon. I can survive canon with just these few preparations, at least for the beginning few weeks of this shit storm. I'm assuming this is the morning Nick wakes up to his girlfriend eating a dude or whatever.
Well on the plus side, I'm cool with most of my neighbors, Alicia also tends to hang around me when I'm around for some reason but looking back on my memories I can tell objectively that she may have a crush on me or something. My other self or whatever you want to call it must have been fairly oblivious or simply thought her too young to even give thought to but the current me while thinking she is slightly too young it's only by a few months so it's not really a big deal as she will be 18 soon anyways.
I wonder if that's why she is currently single? It's been a while since I saw the beginning of the tv series but I thought she had a boyfriend that died or something early on?
Well those are thoughts for another time really. Now is the time to get my gear ready.
I had managed to get my grubby hands on 7 spare magazines for my Glocks with one loaded in each for a grand total of nine, and five, six round magazines for my shotgun. I loaded them all up with bullets and chambered both weapons.
After that I simply organized my supplies in my pantry, having put my bike into my garage. I ended up bringing out my new hiking pack, and loaded it up as my GO bag. A few liter bottles of water, some protein bars and a few cans of food. I also put my 12 inch Bowie knife, a metal cup to boil water in if needed and a few other odds and ends to make fires.
And with that my day ended as did the world. Ended I mean.
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Westley86
Westley86 …sigh these stories just pop in my head so I just write them as they come up. I hope to update one of my other walking dead stories soon. Kinda working on sleep deprivation due to work though so sorry!
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