The idea of an easy trip
was quickly dashed by the presence of walkers in the distance along
the road. Hiding everytime I saw one, I decided it was safer to go
further from the road. I still had not managed to come by another
bicycle so there was little additional hardship in leaving the road.
So long as I kept it in sight, I wouldn't lose my way.
Safer. While the walkers I
came across that first day did not care what surface they trod, the
infected do seem to have a lot less co-ordination when it comes to
walking across an unpaved surface. All but the most obvious obstacle
will send them tumbling to the ground. They do get up quickly, but if
the fall is bad enough an injury will slow them down. Their
persistence is annoying though, but duck or run somewhere out of
sight and they tend to lose interest pretty quickly. It's when they
are close you have a problem.
The end of the first day
of walking I was exhausted. I simply did not see the walker coming
from my side. Stupid, in hindsight, to travel when you can barely see
or think, but you learn from your mistakes. At least you do if you
are the one still standing afterward. Takes the mind off your hunger
too.
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