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Authors: Ian Woodhead

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He stopped behind the rear doors of a blue van.

“This is yours?” Chelsea asked.

The man nodded. “She’s in the back,” he replied.

Something was wrong here. Since when did old couples drive about in vans? Candice then realized that she’d left her pissing bar on that wall. Bloody hell!

The old man turned and walked between the two girls. “Open the doors,” he said from behind them.

Candice jumped when she heard an explosion behind her. She watched in horror as Chelsea dropped to the ground. Candice spun around and saw the man holding a sawn-off shotgun at her face.

“Your friend’s fallen down. Oh dear. Now walk over to those doors before I blast your pretty little head off.”

“What the fuck is going on? Jesus Christ! We were trying to help you.”

He brought the gun up to his shoulder. “I won’t ask you again.”

Candice thrust her arms up into the air and took two steps back. “Please, we’ve done nothing to you. Let us go.”

“One more step.”

Candice complied. Hot, salty tears were streaming down her cheeks. She heard the doors behind her fly open, and before she had a chance to turn a pair of blackened, stinking hands seized her head. Candice was pulled back into the back of the van. She managed to emit one short scream before three sets of teeth tore into her.

Chapter Nine

 

She wrapped her soft warm fingers around his hand. Kevin smiled and gazed into Stephanie’s beautiful brown eyes. Oh God, he wanted to sigh yet again. Kevin averted his eyes, not wanting her to think that he was turning into a big sighing machine. He saw the pale light from the full moon reflecting off a small rain puddle just by his foot. Why didn’t anybody tell him that these feelings existed?

Kevin sighed, he just couldn’t help himself. It was just his damned luck to have to endure the zombie holocaust before he was able to finally find a young attractive girl who didn’t have the urge to laugh, call him horrible names, or spit at him.

Maybe ignorance truly was bliss. Kevin tried to imagine how it would have felt if he’d known that these emotions did exist, and the only chance for him to experience them was to wait for the apocalypse. It just wasn’t fucking fair.

They sat opposite each other on the flat roof of a brick shed. It felt a little safer up here rather than standing about on the garden path below. For a start, up here they could actually see if any of those things were heading towards them. Kevin clenched his fists to stop the shakes from turning him into a big plate of jelly again.

“Are you alright?”

He looked up and smiled at the girl, then slowly nodded. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just had this picture of us walking out of the garden and a dozen of those zombies hiding behind that hedge reaching out and grabbing us.”

“You hush, I won’t let that happen.”

Kevin sighed again and turned to look at the house behind them. Darren wouldn’t allow them into the house. He told the pair of them that they were not worthy enough to step into his best mate’s house. So apparently they were the lookouts. Darren said that if they did see a bunch of the dead fuckers lurching towards the house, then they should both scream like the sad girls they were.

Stephanie had quietly mentioned to Kevin that if enough of those dead people did lurch into the garden, then just how would they get off the shed? Kevin didn’t want to think about that horrible scenario. Besides, what were the chances of that actually happening? The most dead people they had seen together so far was four. They had passed a group of old women in the middle of someone’s driveway in the next street, and they were munching on somebody’s leg.

Where was everybody? That did worry him. Breakspear was massive; there were over a thousand houses in the estate, most of them family homes. They can’t all be still inside, could they? He looked at the house next door, trying to see through the dark windows. The estate was as quiet as the grave. Kevin shuddered. That wasn’t the most appropriate word to use.

Kevin turned away from those windows, not really wanting to see any zombie staring back at him. He gazed back at the house next door, wondering if Darren had met with any zombies. It occurred to Kevin that the house looked out of place in the middle of Breakspear. With its well-tended garden, stone cladding, and brick driveway it looked like it should sit in the posh estate next to theirs.

It was obvious even to Kevin why the place looked so expensive. The whole set-up just screamed drug pusher to anyone who drove past. The new four-wheel drive and the Porsche, both black, just sealed the deal.

The look of resignation must have been evident on Kevin’s face when Darren pushed open the gate. The thug just grinned like a dog with two dicks, obviously proud of the fact that he was mates with one of the big boys on Breakspear.

Darren hadn’t told them why he wanted to go to this house, although Kevin had already guessed why. The local pusher was bound to have a few guns somewhere in the house. Looking back, he was kinda glad that Darren had ordered them to stay outside. It looked too creepy for his liking. Bumping into a bunch of Breakspear thugs was bad enough without them being dead as well. He didn’t think he’d be able to cope with seeing that.

“Do you think he was right, Kevin? About them cutting off the estate, I mean?” Stephanie walked to the edge of the roof and leaned over, gazing across the street. “How far are we away from the edge of the estate?”

He shrugged. “We’re right in the middle here. It’s about a mile and a bit, I think.”

She nodded. “I’m not sure whether to believe him.”

“Why would he lie about that?” he replied. “It would explain why the place isn’t crawling with emergency services. Have you seen a single police car?”

Kevin did believe that bit. He wasn’t too sure about the story Darren had come up with about his previous companions. Something about that just did not add up.

Stephanie walked over to him, threw her arms around his back, and squeezed. The girl was a lot stronger than he was. Kevin realised that apart from her name, he knew next to nothing about her.

“We should get away from Darren. He’s only concerned about his own welfare.” She looked back at the house. “He’s probably gone already. Found a few weapons and scarpered through the back door.”

Kevin hadn’t thought of that. He followed her gaze, thinking back, trying to remember if he’d heard the sound of a door being quietly opened. He then discounted the idea as just stupid. There was no way that Darren would sneak out. The lad just didn’t give a fuck. “I think he’s still inside.”

She watched the door for a couple of seconds, then looked back at Kevin. “He might have gone, or he might still be in there. Nevertheless, we should still go. If it’s a mile and a bit like you said, we’ll be out of the estate in half an hour if we leave right now.”

“I’m not sure we should do that, Stephanie.”

She stroked his cheeks, and then kissed him gently on the lips. “You’re stronger than you think you are, Kevin. I bet bastards like him have been treating you like shit all your life. We don’t need him to tell us what to do. You’ve killed once, and I know you can do it again.”

She stood up and looked towards the old cemetery and the abandoned church next to it. Kevin and most of the kids in the estate had played there when they were younger  until the council put a fence around it.

“We don’t need anybody else, Kevin. We can protect each other.”

He stood up and joined her and took another look at this beautiful girl. Beneath the good looks, Kevin could now detect something else. He knew that this girl could handle herself. It hadn’t been evident until now. He guessed that she was beginning to accept their dire situation, and her usual personality was starting to shine through the scared girl shell.

“The sound of gunfire carries, Kevin. I know I haven’t heard any weapons fire.” She looked at him. “Unless they were using suppressors. Have you heard any gunfire?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied, trying to remember if he had ever heard a girl mention weapons fire before. He wondered if she was a COD player.

“The more I think of it, Kevin, the more it makes sense. They won’t want to spook the natives. If they’re trying to contain the situation, the last thing they’d do is let the residents think that they’ve been invaded.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out an iPhone. “I thought so,” she said. “There’s no signal. They’ve cut us off.”

“You mean that we’re trapped?”

Stephanie shook her head. “No, it means just what I said. They’re trying to contain the situation. All we need to do is make our way to the edge of the estate.” She smiled at him. “Don’t you see? Everyone else has left. It’s the only explanation to why it’s so empty.”

“Wait, no, not everybody,” gasped Kevin. He pointed behind them at an old man, dressed in a ripped suit and shambling towards them.

“Oh fuck, Kevin, it’s just another one of the dead things. Don’t move. It’ll probably go past us.”

The old man suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. He wiped his hand down his face, then waved. Kevin couldn’t believe it; they weren’t the only ones left after all. He waved back.

“Oh, thank the heavens!” shouted the old man. “I thought I was the only one left alive. Can you help me please? My wife is trapped in our car.”

Kevin looked at Stephanie, who smiled back at him. He took her hand then rushed over to the edge of the shed roof. “Where’s your car?”

“We’re parked just on Dunthorpe Street. We saw our neighbors change into these monsters and knew we had to leave.” A huge sob exploded from him. “Oh please hurry! Our car broke down, can you believe that? There are two more of the monsters trying to get to her. Please help me!”

“Don’t you worry, we’ll sort them out for you.” Kevin looked back at the house. There was still no sign of Darren. Maybe he had gone to sleep or was busy raiding the fridge; he didn’t know and didn’t care. “Are you ready?” he said, gazing at Stephanie.

“Oh yes,” she replied. “It’s time to leave.”

Kevin dropped to his knees. He turned around and slowly climbed off the shed. Despite Stephanie’s reassurance, he was still unsure if he’d be able to kill again. She had told him that they were already dead, and stopping them in their tracks was the kindest thing he could do for the poor creatures. It didn’t put his mind at ease though.

His first one had been a fluke. They had seen the old woman sitting in a garden, leaning against a fence. She must have been pushing eighty, and she was too busy chomping down on a leg to notice him creeping up behind her.

The only thing stopping him from bailing out was Darren’s threat to kill Kevin if he didn’t go through with it. He also wanted to impress the girl, to show her that he wasn’t too much of a big wimp. He’d thrust the bayonet into the back of the old lady’s neck and she just fell forward. Kevin couldn’t believe how easy it had been—or how sick he’d felt afterwards.

He helped Stephanie down. How would he cope with two of them though? Oh, God, Kevin was beginning to get sick again.

“Where the fuck do you think you two are going?”

Kevin jumped at Darren’s voice; he looked up and saw him leaning out of an upstairs window. “That bloke over there is in trouble.”

“Like I give a fuck. You ain’t going anywhere. Now come in here, both of you.”

When Kevin didn’t move towards the door, Darren’s body ducked out of sight for a moment before reappearing. He now held a shotgun.

“Look what I’ve got. Come on, bunnies, I won’t tell you again.”

“He’s bluffing.”

Kevin grabbed Stephanie’s hand and pulled her towards the door. “I’m not going to risk it, and I don’t know how I’d be able to live with myself if he hurt you.”

He hated himself for being secretly glad that Darren had chosen that moment to reappear. The thought of facing two of those monsters had filled him with dread.

The front door opened. “Get in here, bunnies. Uncle Darren has something to show you.”

They followed him into the living room. Kevin gasped when his eyes landed on a young man sitting in the middle of the room who was tied to a dining chair with two belts and the flex cord from an iron.

Hope and anxiety showed in the eye that wasn’t swollen shut.

“You fucking animal!” gasped Stephanie as she stared at Darren’s bloodied knuckles.

The man’s face was a mask of blood and bruises. Kevin stared at the twin rivulets of blood streaming from his face and suddenly wished that they had just made a run for it. Stephanie was right. Darren was an animal.

“What have you done to him?” he moaned.

“I’ve just done a bit of work on him,” Darren replied, panting and grinning. “I needed some fucking answers, didn’t I? Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I enjoyed it or anything.”

He picked a gas mask off the sofa and sat down. “Okay then, Corporal Dexter, why don’t you tell my bunnies what you’ve already told me.” Then Darren put the mask on his face and leaned forward, elbows on knees.

The man gave Kevin an intense stare. All Kevin saw in his expression was sorrow. Darren had certainly worked a number on the man; he didn’t want to think about how much pain he must be feeling right now. Kevin remembered the last glimpse he’d had of his sister and felt hot tears running down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I can’t begin to imagine what you must have gone through tonight.”

Darren pulled the mask off and kicked the man in the shins, “Yeah okay, enough with the soppy bollocks. Just get to the good bit.”

That acid look the soldier gave Darren earned him another boot in the shins.

“The whole area has been contaminated.”

“What with?” asked Stephanie.

The soldier shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just a grunt.”

“So where are the rescuers?” Kevin said. “Where is everybody?”

Darren laughed. “This is the best bit.”

The soldier shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there won’t be any. Everyone in the area is infected. Sooner or later you’ll all turn into one of those things.”

“Now that bit is bullshit by the way,” said Darren.

“Why the fuck would I lie about that?” spat the man. “You ripped off my mask, you stupid little bastard, so I’m infected too. Look, it’s true, I am sorry that this shitty thing has happened to you lot. But I’m in the same boat now. Do you think I wanted this? Fuck it, you may as well shoot me now.”

“Don’t you fucking tempt me!”

Kevin believed this was all a lie as well. Either that or the man just didn’t know the truth. Both Thom and Stephanie’s dad had developed headaches before turning into monsters. He felt fine, and he was sure the others were headache-free as well. He looked back at the soldier, wondering what his bosses had told him about this contamination.

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