How bad is the infestation? Imagine every person that you’ve ever known coming back to life and chasing you for your flesh.
Now multiply that by a thousand.
No, more.
Before the outbreak, there were approximately four million residents living in the D.C. metropolitan area. Obviously you haven’t had the chance to meet all of them, but if you wait long enough, I’m sure they’ll introduce themselves to you.
But those are just the recently deceased. How many have died over the past decade? And how many are still intact enough to pose a threat? This number could easily be two or three times more.
Knocking off ten or twenty on a cool afternoon might make you feel invincible, but in the grand scheme of things, you’ve accomplished little. Snuffing out a legion of 10,000 zombies in a small neighborhood like I did is just a drop in the bucket. You’ll have to do it hundreds of times before you begin to thin the herds.
Feeders like to migrate, and it isn’t surprising to get transients from Maryland, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York, Delaware, North Carolina and Tennessee. At least there are some rivers in between; otherwise, it would be the Million Man March on the nation’s capital every morning.
Without much in the way of rivers or access to the sea, those guys in the Midwest sure are screwed. Hopefully they can climb high enough to avoid capture. But as I’ve found, zombies have a knack for climbing, too.
To get a handle on the situation, perhaps it would be better to blow up all of Old Dominion. But I’m not willing to give up on Virginia just yet. She’s been good to me thus far.
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