Day 185 Above Ground
Well, things hit the fan again. A new group came through the town again, started attacking us. I thought it wouldn't be that bad, seeing that there were maybe two or three people total, until I saw one of them pull out an M60 and the other two pulling grenade pins. Needless to say, they took Idlewild, and now the ridge is cut off. These guys were prepared for a while, but it looks like they didn't account for noise. The highway is impassible, not because of barricades, but because of the massive horde... There had to be at least a thousand walkers there. Needless to say, we ended up holding out in, you guessed it, Giant Eagle.
But let's flashback a few days. A survivor told me that there was something big going on in Portland, Oregon. Apparently, they were giving out grenade launchers, assault weapons, and even working military vehicles as prizes for some arena. Considering how proficient I am with my weapons of choice, I decided to join them.
When we got to Portland, you could immediately notice the arena. The old convention center had been turned into a massive stronghold beyond explanation. We approached the gate and the guys up front asked if we wanted to fight or watch. The man I had been with said he was there to fight and they let him in.I didn't want to mess around with these people, so I told them I wanted to watch. I wish I would have just left. The ringleader, I'll call him that because he looked like one with a pimp cane and a leather jacket, walked up to me and said that I looked like the next champion, but I told him I'd think about it after I'd seen a match with my own eyes.
That man who came with me is now dead. I watched as he tried to hold off seven sprinters with only a knife, as he was told to do by the ringleader. He pulled out a shotgun in desperation. I didn't even blink and he was shot down by the guards. When I asked him what the hell they did that for, he simply told me "We've got rules here, and you'd best follow them if you're competing".
It seemed like a dangerous game, but I couldn't just leave... There were kids trapped in there. Curse my kind heart, I couldn't leave them here. So, I told the ringleader "If I win, those two kids leave with me". He didn't argue at all, rather he looked overjoyed to see someone alone who still had fire in their eyes. He told me the first two rounds would be melee only. No big deal, I slashed down the Zeds before they even made a mark on my body. I was given two desert eagles and a LOT of ammo for them for my ferocity and skill. After that, I was glad that I'd always carried some spare grenades. Over three hundred walkers, I'd say maybe six runners, all gunned down and fragged. The reward for this was magnificent: a 40mm grenade launcher and ammo. I'd already picked up an excess of the ammo from my execution attempt from so long ago, so I think I had about... I want to say thirty rounds of ammo total, including a few rounds that they left in the launcher and three extras that were given with it. I wasted about fifteen rounds in the last two matches. The grand prize was mine, but it almost cost me my life. I received three first aid kits, an auto shotgun, some ammo, the kids, and a military Humvee! After that ordeal, I'd almost forgotten about the horde of Zeds in Ligonier, but with our new toys, they won't be for long.
The two kids aren't the best survivors, which is probably why they were given as prizes for losing in the arena. They listen though, and respect us for freeing them from that maniac. Man, I wish someone was filming me when I stepped off of the train home, because I bet I looked like such a badass. A grenade launcher slung over my shoulder, two desert eagles holstered at my waist, my gators in my hands, and two kids in a military Humvee behind me. I'm glad one of them knew how to drive, otherwise I would've been the one driving, and I just wanted to bask in the glory for a while. We're planning on getting someone to mount that M60 to a swivel on the Humvee, hell on wheels.
Well, I suppose this is where I'll sign off. To all survivors, I'm sorry, but Ligonier is not safe anymore. We can't guarantee anyone's safety. We'll try to do what we can, but I don't even know if we CAN get things back to normal.
Keeping Humanity Alive and Well,