Day 17: 11:30 AM

The big sliding glass window from the huge RV opens and erupts with fire. Four shotguns and a couple of handguns are held out of the window and pour death among the infected. One of the infected that was hit grabs for A.J.'s leg and he replaces it's head with a .45 slug.

A sprinting infected shoulders Billy to the RV before being planted to the ground by Ryan the butcher. Ryan drags a knife across it's throat ending the threat. Billy regains his feet and draws a bead on another infected ending that threat as well.

The couple of dozen cannibals that surround us must have been former residents of this trailer park. Fortunately there aren't many and we have weapons. They drop even faster after all of our group turns and opens up on them as well. We have the edge and it shows...this time.

We were caught unawares though and should have been more careful. We finished off the last of the infected and I just about fall to my knees, overwhelmed as to what just happened.

Khiem the doctor comes over to investigate and check my racing pulse. We're all shaken up but we're all alive. Nathan reaches out his massive hand to me and I grab on as he effortlessly pulls me up to my feet.

"That was too close," A.J. said.
"No doubt, we should have been watching closer as we were exploring. They are devious and we've seen them lay traps before."

A.J. turns to the big RV full of survivors and tells them we'll find a tanker truck to get them back on the road and to travel with us. We unhook the trailer with the supplies, A.J. takes the wheel and we bobtail the rig to scout for a tanker truck full of precious fuel.

"There's a truck stop a few miles west of here. If there's a truck around it'll be there," shouts Mark at us. I wave and we head out.