Chapter 46 - Interstate 85 (Patreon)

Where we start off our little adventure.

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The previous owner had likely tried to escape a major city and gotten caught in this traffic jam on what was obviously a highway, if I was reading what my sensors were telling me. Lifting my head, I found several tools I immediately discarded as unsuitable for weapons, before deciding on an 8-inch-long Phillips head screwdriver and a 14-21 inch telescoping lockable lug wrench made of a chrome vanadium steel. Both had ergonomic grips which was a big part of why I had chosen them. The screwdriver would be perfect for deep penetration into the brain of a zombie, assuming that trope applied in this universe, and the lug wrench would give me the opportunity for a little blunt force trauma at more distance. The lug wrench was made of a high-quality hardened steel meant to survive extreme torque and pressure, but only God knew how long it’d hold up to this kind of abuse. It was a lug wrench, not a fucking medieval morningstar meant to crush skulls.