The journey begins

2 days have passed since then and I decided to go to Helena-Montana.

Why?, you little and invasive reader may be wondering, well, for several reasons.

First, this place is not completely safe, basically I depend on no zombie A or B walking within 50m around here.

Second, I discovered several good and bad things about these zombies.

It turns out that they are very sensitive to cold (they do not survive below 7 °), which makes sense, since Russia made them this way so that they would not get out of control.

If it were winter we would all be safe, right?

The problem is, we're in the FUCKING March, so that plan went to hell.

I also have new information about my fellow zombies.

Do you remember that guy from Cosplay with a fungus covering his head? Well, it turns out that if for some strange reason he dies, it would cover an area of ​​500 meters of spores that can infect you in less than 5 seconds and that area would only be habitable 20 minutes after the explosion.

The worst thing is that even a high enough sound could cause them to die.

AB- zombies are VERY aggressive, and they don't mind infecting others just looking for blood, fortunately they are extremely rare.

By the way, after being infected, the symptoms appear half an hour later and people with O- blood are immune to the virus.

If you're wondering my blood type, I'm O+.

What? You expected me to have O- blood and that no matter how much they bite me, I would still not get infected?

Me too, but apparently the author doesn't like me.

And the last reason is because they just cut the electricity.

Damn the gover-, I mean, damn zombies.

That's why I decided to go to Montana, which in addition to having a temperature below 7 °, is also relatively close.

And so I began the preparations for the trip.

First of all, I looked for my car in my home and brought it here, nothing to highlight from said trip.

Second, I filled the trunk of it with: all the backpacks, firewood, an axe, various snacks, water, a lighter and a portable charger.

Plus a few tools in case something happens to the car.

Even after thinking about it for several hours, I don't feel like I've forgotten anything.

I also checked if the fuel tank is full, so all good.

I still can't shoot well with one hand, but I have good aim when using both.

Anyway, I think it's time to start the journey.

"Well girl, it's time to go" I said to the girl, who all this time was looking at me from the entrance with curiosity.

"Where are we going Mr. Ken?" Halley asked.

"We will go to Helena-Montana" -Ken

"Who is she? Her name is very nice" Halley said a little confused.

"She's not a person, it's a city in the state of Montana" I said a little amused by her question.

"Ohh, and how is it like?" Halley said in an excited tone.

"I haven't been there, but from what I know it's a cold and pretty place" -Ken.

"Besides, it's a zombie-free place, where most of the people are probably" -Ken.

"Mr. Ken, do you think my mommy is there?" Halley said full of expectations.

"I-it's as much as possible, go get your things, it's time to go" I said smiling nervously.

"Okay!" Halley said very happily and then ran to get her things.

I know that hiding the truth can do her more harm than good.

But I can't tell her.

At least not until we reach our destination.

After a few minutes, the girl left the place with her little red backpack on her back.

"Are you ready yet?" -Ken.

"Yup, look" Halley said as she smiled and then showed her backpack.

At that moment I realized that the head of the little owl was sticking out of the backpack, it is quite adorable.

"Well it's time to go, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" I asked curiously.

The girl puffed out her cheeks and took on the same pensive expression as her last time.

'I have to get used to that' I thought as I had a diabetic attack.

And so our journey to our first destination began.

Las Vegas.

Who knew it took a zombie apocalypse for me to go to Vegas?

It is currently 8:00 AM, I chose this time to arrive in Las Vegas in the afternoon, more specifically at 2:00 PM.

After two hours of traveling, I was able to hear something interesting on the radio.

The girl is currently sleeping in the backseat, so I had to turn the volume down a bit.

{Attention people of the United States, in recent days the virus created by the Russians has infected 40% of our population, if you are listening to this, I recommend you go to the shelters installed in Montana, any update in the information will be broadcast on all stations, so stay tuned}.

The same message was repeated several times, so I decided to turn off the radio.

"Well apparently it was a good decision to go to Montana, how great you are Ken" I said with false arrogance and puffing up my chest with pride.

And so our journey began.