Road to Haga - Part 9

A few hours later, those three survivors have arrived in Amsterdam, but they have encountered another problem on their road, but this one might be quite hard for them. In the front of this city, there is a wall made by a truck trailer and spikes who have a few piles of zombies there, some of them still using their heads and growling, other who are dead for the second time. Thanks to the owner of that van who let the keys in contact when he got zombified. Without his help, they would have to search another car, or settle in a house for a while and try to contact the military with a phone. Yes, the electricity is down, but in some houses could be a phone or a detector that does not require electricity.

But, these three survivors, have decided to find a way to go besides this city. Gerald and Ronald have investigated the area to see if they found an opening, while Mike it is in the van and he is preparing for anything. While he waits for those survivors to come back with good news, Mike turns on the radio, wondering if someone is out there and is using the radio.

"D-D-Do someone hears me?!" says a women voice on the radio on a random frequency.

Mike has observed that this van got that type of gadget the truck drivers or some bus drivers are using to communicate with each other. He takes it, turns it on and he told the woman on the radio.

"Are you alright?"

"...W-What? Do you h-hear me?" asks the woman on the radio.

"Yes. I hear you loud and clear."

"A-Are you from t-the Military?"

"Sorry, lady. But we arent from the Military. We are survivors, just like you."

"W-Where are you? Could find a way to come here and take me to the docks?"

"What's your location?"

"M-Main. France. Are you close?"

Mike sighs, and then she tells that lady one bad news.

"Sorry, madame. But we are currently in Holand, and we are heading to Haga, where we are going to take a boat and head into an island."

"Do you think islands could be safe? I mean, do zombies even swim?"

"For now, they do not."

"What do you mean for now?"

"Huh?... You haven't observed any zombies mutations in your zone?"

"What mutations? Do they fly or not?"

"Not exactly. There are the ones who are eating zombies, but those are somehow half-dead-half-alive and their only goal is to eat a zombie to became full zombies. I saw one of them who was using a knife to stab one zombie and eat his back then go straight to our people without a knife."

"Dear, God. That it is brutally."

"And that's not all."

"There are more?!"

"Probably much more types than I know. There is this one who climbs the buildings, and drags people from the closed windows and throw them on the ground. Thankfully, they could get easily killed when they reach high floor walls."

"Jesus Christ."

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Meanwhile, into Amsterdam city. Ronald and Gerald are stabbing a few zombies into their head by using those kitchen knives. Gerald has sliced the throat of zombies and he pushes to the other, who just jumped on that zombie and grabs his stomach. Right when he was about to open with his bare hands, Ronald is stabbing a zombie in the head.

"Undead down." says Ronald to Gerald, retrieving the knife from that zombie back of the head.

"You do always have to say that every time you kill an undead?" asks Gerald.

"Yes. It is something wrong?"

"... If you do not yell to attract other zombies, then you are good."

These two are going into a store. Before they are opening, Ronald and Gerald take a look inside and saw there one fat zombie who is barfing and vomiting everywhere. The store has food, but taking supplies from there could be risky cause they are spoiled and eating food that got contained by a zombie would most likely result in an infection. They are passing that store by and continue to see if they found a way to leave this city. Luckily they found a two truck.

"I have a plan." says Ronald to Gerald looking at that tow truck.

"Do you think two trucks can move a truck trailer?"

"We would not know until we try."

"Well, better risk than walking all day to Haga, right?"

Ronald is going to that tow truck, but when he opens the door, the alarm goes off, and this is a bad signal cause now zombies are going to be alerted and they will walk, run, climb or crawl to those two survivors.

Mike, who was still talking to that lady on the radio, tells her that he will go and help his friends cause the alarm could be heard from his direction, which is roughly 300 meters. He takes the guns, put on his almost empty backpack and runs in the direction where his teammates have turned on that dammed two truck. Mike has taken three pistols, a machete, two UZIs and a Machete to fight.