The Twelve Days of (Christmas) the Mayan Apocalypse (7)Posted: December 15, 2012
The world is ending soon. We don’t have much time. If you’re new to the Twelve Days of the Mayan Apocalypse, you might want to start here.
Day 7: A Hero, A Leader, and the Spoils of Fame
The zombies are stupid and they can only move at a slow walk, but they have a keen sense of smell and they never give up.
On day six you learned that it wasn’t just the bear out in front of the zombie horde. What began as a few zombies following the scent of a deer, grew exponentially. More zombies joined the chase. Deer, moose, and bears kept out ahead of them, entire habitats were stripped of any animal too big to crawl in a hole and hide.
Most animals easily kept out ahead. Even though the zombie horde stretched through swamps and forests and became miles wide, the animals bounced ahead of them, grazing and keeping up the pace without straining.
People weren’t so calm. You picked up six desperate hitchhikers, filling every seat in the jeep and adding two men on the roof. The caravan of vehicles ahead of the horde was packed to overflowing, every seat filled, men atop the vehicles acting as scouts and snipers. Eventually this group would run out of fuel and in a day or two the zombies would catch up and devour everyone.
The road opened to a sprawling plain, dotted along its center with a fifteen foot fence. The deserted army base gave you an idea and you raced ahead and stopped the convoy.
The survivors sprang to action on your orders. Four wheel drive vehicles followed you along the fence line. Buses and big rigs lined up on a diagonal to the entrance. And a hundred men rushed inside to the armory.
Thousands of animals approached two miles ahead of the zombie horde. The four wheelers revved up and drove the herd south like a mechanized cattle drive. The animals refused to go back toward the zombies. They knew certain death awaited them there, so they followed the fence and get funneled onto the army base where they could live safely from the zombies until they became your dinner.
The zombies approached two hours later and the awesome military firepower you had aligned along the fence mowed them down. They weren’t smart enough to veer off and save themselves, so you were forced to conserve ammunition, but your team took them down until only stragglers remained.
When the dust settled, you were behind the fence on 20,000 acres of a military reservation with enough food to last for months. The grateful survivors proclaimed you their hero and offered you any reward you chose.
What would you ask for?
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