We made our way towards the Denver International Airport and it was not easy. We had to use the truck to push hundreds of vehicles out of our path. It took us a couple of days when it should have only taken hours. By the time we had made our way to where the 70 met the 470, I knew we would not be able to drive all the way to the airport. We would have to stop at some point because the concentration of cars would just get too overwhelming for the two of us to move around.
I was ready to call it a day when we finally got to the intersection of the 470 and Pena Blvd but that is when we found the small convoy of vehicles. It looked like they had cleared a path from the North all the way to the intersection and then took what they could carry towards the airport. I was already having doubts about our plan to try to survive in the tunnels because of the number of vehicles stuck on this former interstate that was now a parking lot.
Then I thought about it and realized that these people should not have taken the kids with them to see the situation at the airport. Why would they not send scouts out first? What were they thinking? They had no idea if the place was crawling with the undead and they took their kids with them to check?
Jenna and I talked about what we should do and we both decided the right thing to do was to go find the people and make sure they were safe. Hell, maybe we would get lucky and the place would be clear and ready for survival. I wasn't counting on it, but it wasn't impossible.
We grabbed a couple of backpacks and filled them up with as much ammo as we could carry. We loaded ourselves up with a rifle apiece plus several pistols each. We might be the only thing between this group and being consumed by a pack of undead. Then we hiked our way through the car graveyard to the airport.
We positioned ourselves with a view of the front of the terminal and waited. Sure enough, I could see undead converging on the terminal from every direction. Jenna and I were pretty secure but the people in the terminal were sitting ducks. Then the shots started from inside the terminal and shortly after the group started running back towards their convoy. I told Jenna to wait to start shooting until they were close.
When they got close enough, we started shooting. First with single shots taking down the undead closest to the people.Of course, there was just the two of us helping, so some people were taken by the zombies. Finally they were close enough to hear Jenna shouting fo them to head our way and then it was just aim, shoot and repeat. It seemed like it took hours for them to reach us, but once they did, I realized just how unprepared they were. Most of them were runing out of ammo. Thankfully, Jenna and I came over prepared because we had to share with the group. We made our way back to the vehicles and backed our way out on the same trail they had created on their way in.
We spent hours driving away from the airport and only stopped around midnight. By then, I was so tired, I couldn't put two sentences together and everyone else felt the same way. There were some women who had lost their kids and they were busy comforting each other while the other mothers comforted their kids on the loss of their friends.
Jenna and I bedded down in the truck, her in the cab and me in the bed. This was our usual routine and just because there were others around, I saw no reason to change it. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.
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