Chapter 46 - The tool chests that gave Gothic a brief respite (Patreon)

Lifting my head, I took in more of my immediate surroundings, while also removing the ridiculous bowtie around my neck and tossing it aside. The side walls of the truck bed were noticeably higher than normal, as the most likely long dead previous owner of the truck appeared to have been a tradesman or was someone handy enough to want to purchase those saddle style tool chests that you could mount on the side of a truck bed to store the tools someone needed when at a job site.

Lucky for me, these mounted tool chests were making it much harder for the still passing herd of zombies to realize that I was there. Unluckily, these tool chests were meant to be accessed when standing outside the truck, so I had no smorgasbord of potential weapons to use to defend myself. Luckily, this was the zombie apocalypse and the extreme circumstances had obviously meant what orderly storage scheme of tools the truck’s previous owner had once adhered to had broken down, like society itself, as there were several loose tools that had either come loose during some evasive maneuvers or were hastily thrown in the truck bed when the former owner had fled.