The forgotten World

16. The Escape

I looked at the zombie that had watched the fight “I AM YOUR KING NOW AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!” the zombie bowed which surprised me considering it was an animal like all the others in the cave, I walked over to the pink camp chair and sat down talking a drink from my bag once I was comfy. “The army will not attack Cunnamulla tonight; we will stay here and train our combat skills” the zombie nodded and walked off, soon growls and other stuff could be heard as he spread the word of a new leader and order change. I then made my way back though the cave and stopped at the entrance, turn and addressed the cave in general “I CAME FROM CUNNAMULLA, I WILL RETURN TO CUNNAMULLA AND SEE IF I CAN FIND YOU A WAY IN, I WILL RETURN, WAIT FOR MY NEXT ORDER!” and with that I left following my own tracks back the way I had come. Soon enough I found the road but it was dark and so I followed it back towards Cunnamulla. The sun was starting to set and I knew that if I was not carful I would get shot before I could get close. But the two hour drive was going to be an all-night walk. So walk I did. The sun was starting to rise when I reached the gate and I raised my hands “I AM NO ZOMBIE, I HAVE STOPPED THE ZOMBIES, I HAVE BEEN WALKING ALL NIGHT, LET ME IN, I MUST SPEAK TO RON!” the gate opened and I walked in “how did you survive out there, and where are the zombies, we been on edge all night” I smiled “that would be my fault, I went to their cave and let’s just say talking to their leader didn’t work, so now they have a new leader” he looked at me like I said something crazy “YOU DID WHAT?!” I smiled and continued walking “I become there king” he stopped walking next to me shocked and just watched as I went looking for Ron.

I found him at the supply shed unloading the supplies from the truck. I ran over, leaned on the door “hey dad, I’m back and the zombies are not going to be a problem again, I also gained my own personal army” dad froze “your there leader?” I nodded “that’s one way to put it, now how much dynamite did you bring?” I looked at me confused “dynamite, why do you want that?” I giggled a sneaky giggle “because I’m going to bring the home of my army down on their heads” dad raised an eye brow “you really do know where they are don’t you?” I nodded “did you think I was joking when I said I was there leader” he nodded “just a little bit” I smiled “well little bit no more, this ends today, and if we take weapons, take swords and axes, cutting off their head, arms or legs are the best way to stop them, it’s time to turn the tables and end this war in one swift attack, does anyone have a spud cannon?” I looked at me like he was not sure what I was thinking “I can ask around, and are you sure you are going to kill them all with plan of yours” I nodded confidently “absolutely” he smiled “well that’s good enough for me, and if the zombie king want to kill his army who are we to argue” at that we both laughed.

We spent the rest of the day finding people and telling them of the plan, the sounds of axes and stuff being sharpened rose from the town, I got my hand on a spud cannon and one of the mining company’s had enough dynamite for my plan. I found a flat tray Ute and with the help of the local welder build a frame for the spud cannon. We were ready; the spud cannon attached to the frame on the Ute, the tool box on the use had been filled with modified tennis balls filled with explosives, we re-racked the trailer to hold the axes and other sharp tools, we tied a bunch of picnic chairs to the inside of the truck. We checked over our plan as a group and everyone finally relaxed.