Created By Lee
The game I have choose to start us off with is "Organ Trail", available for computers and smart phones, and it's exactly what it looks like. In my opinion it's amazingly fun and challenging. It captures the feel of the the original "Oregon Trail" that it is inspired by, having a lot of the same mechanics and moments with a zombie twist to the gameplay. So without further ado.
It's The End Of The World As We Know It
I get hit by a wave of panic as I try firing a couple more times, hoping I had imagined running out of ammo. No such luck though as my gun feebly snaps a few more times with no effect. Thinking I must of missed some instructions, I resign to my fate of getting chewed to pieces and having to restart.
Suddenly though a man runs up beside me and puts down the zombies on screen. After rescuing me and stating he just 'saved my bacon' even though I'm not carrying any, he introduces himself as Clements. Turns out he used to be a priest, but that apparently all went to hell once the apocalypse arrived, oddly enough.
So he asks me my name and then questions if I know anyone else that we could group up with to survive. Which I do.
Then Clements apparently falls out of the car, breaking his arm.
Well damn. I drag him back into car and take over driving. We get back on our way. For about a minute. At which point Clements starts violently puking out of the window. It's about another minute when it starts coming out the other end of him. Looks like he has a case of dysentery. I remind myself to not drink any of his water. Or touch anything near him.
It will all be okay though, I can see Washington DC in the distance. We'll be able to find shelter, supplies, and help there. Soon things will be-
God damn it Clements! What is wrong with you?! You are breaking bones and constantly shitting yourself, you should of stayed in the wagon! But noooooo, you have to go and get yourself bit be a zombie. Great.
At least we made it to Washington DC.
Get Busy Scavenging Or Get Busy Dying
As we walked into the city, a message came blaring over the radio. Seems what is ever left of the government in all their wisdom has decided to declare the entire area a 'class three biohazard' and is going to nuke the entire place to ash in eight hours.
I will give Clements some credit though, he is one tough bastard of an ex-priest. While I'm off rounding up as many supplies as I can for the next eight hours, he's going to check the shelters for the guys. Though I kind of wander if it's a good idea to have a man who is pooping himself to death, a broken arm, and on the verge of becoming a zombie trying to push his way into crowds of desperate survivors, I don't argue with him.
In the mean time, I start digging around in the ruins for the things we will need to survive. I could care less about getting extra parts for the wagon, we can always pull those off other vehicles and trade for em. Fuel, medkits, and ammo though are like gold now a days, so I spend most of my time rounding those up, with a couple hours spent collecting some food and money as well.
As the clock is winding down, Clements shows back up. And oh joy, he brought the idiots with him. We start piling everything into the wagon and are about to take off, when Clements pulls me aside.
Figured this was coming. And it looks like he's deciding to 'opt out' rather then turn into a walking corpse. But looks like he can't end it himself, asking me to put a round in him. So much to do and so little time before we all die in a fiery blast of radiation.
Sight Seeing Is Barrels Of Fun
As we head for the next little outpost of humanity, something off on the side of the road catches my eye. I pull over and step out of the vehicle, finding a grave marker. I sigh a little bit, looking at this poor soul's final resting place. He had friends, people that cared about him, that took the time to bury him. Even going to the trouble of carved a message into it. I think of Clements, the man that saved my life, that I just left dead lying on the ground. The thought tears at me. And with that though, I lean down to read the message left on this stone to carry the memory of this person with me, so that he and Clements will never be forgotten. It read:
Wake me for the
Note to self. Tombstones are dumb. And shoot everything. Ever.
Nothing else too exciting happened before we reached our destination, just finding a spare medkit in an abandoned car. A few more miles and we are rolling into our next stop, Pittsburgh.
For now, I take stock of the supplies we have and relax. It feels good to rest. Even though this journey has just begun I am exhausted, mostly due to the fact that this is the first time we have been able to take a break without having to worry about exploding or some other disaster raining down on us if we stop for too long.
Part two can be read HERE.