Snippet #3190

Joey followed the direction of the SWAT team, back to their 'safe house'. The ride was smooth, only minor zombie resistance, which they easily outsped at a safe 25 p/h. He pulled the motorcycle inside, before motioning for everyone to pile off. He then pulled his cycle to where it wouldnt be in the way of much anything else, corner usually. He grunted as he himself got down from his cycle, the weight of his bulging bag slowing his footsteps, but not making them clumsy...yet. "Well...shit! We could last here for a few days, maybe a week, if we're lucky! You guys have enough supplies here? Food? Ammo? Water?" Joey talked faster than he normally did, but it was clear that he wasnt -very- nervous. Just a little.

He took a deep breath. He needed to calm down. He was safe, or at least safer than he was.

"Sorry...as I said. Things were were so hectic down at my place, I lost focus....I'm just glad zombies arent smart enough to try and break down my damn garage door!" He chuckled lightly. "I owe you a beer or something. Good luck finding one around here though, right?" Again, he chuckled. He hefted the knapsack down in his now empty sidecar, with a groan, looking to make sure the barricade was being built back up. " So...who's the 'Higher Up' around here? Is this just a SWAT barricade? Or are there military personel and civillians too?" He looked around. He examined the building they were in, checking to see what it was before their barricade. (AKA, we holding up in an office, small store, or even just a large household?)

His cellphone rang. He almost had forgotten it was stuffed in his pocket. He pulled it out, flipped it open, pressing the talk button. "Hello? Yeah? Hah, now that you mention it, Justin, I'm better than okay. A SWAT team and a civilian jumped out of a cake, saved my ass. Now I'm at their safe zone. What about you?"
"Shit man, lucky you. Cars on the road are too crowded. Not even the Ford can get over it, and I'm not sure I'm risking the 30 minute walk to your place, or this 'safe zone'." responded a voice over the cell.
"Fine with me. Where are you now?"
"About exit 81. Why?"
"Absolutely perfect. Go down exit 81, and continue east. You'll reach Magnin Rd. in about 3-4 minutes. Turn down Magnin, and follow it to the very end. That's where my family members are holed up. Wait there untill we can safely get to you, or vice-versa. O'n'O, man. O'n'O."
Joey hung up the phone with a sigh. It might even be weeks before he and his newfound buddies could go help them. Not to mention, this SWAT team's extreme organizational skills, and seemingly supurb zombie knowlage and protocal, which he had been too careless to remember.
Slipping his phone back in his pocket, he looked at the group. "Sorry about that....anyway....commanding officer or whatnot? Anyone?"