It was obvious that there was something in this house. You know when you know there is someone near but you can’t see them. This is how I was feeling now. I know that something is coming to me as well as the zombies brewing at the door.
There was a thud and then an old woman’s voice. Well that’s how it sounded to me. The slight croak and waver of old age. It could be an old man with a high pitched voice for all I know at this moment.
“Oh my goodness. Oh well whoever is in here drop your weapons. Don’t swear if you know what’s good for you. I can’t stand foul language.”
“I cant drop them if the undead get in here i need to defend myself.”
“If you don’t drop them your dead and I’ll feed you to them myself.”
This old person had a bad ass attitude and I liked it. With threats coming at me from every angle i tossed down my weapons with a smile. Then called up to my host.
The barking was getting louder as I carefully crept around our house. Voices we’re starting to be heard but I couldn’t make out there tone or words as yet. Big drips of rain started to fall from the sky even though the sky only had some clouds. It was strange when we got these little cloud bursts happen. Just one small cloud empties itself in a few minutes and stops.Footsteps started running in my direction. Splashing in the wet ground. Getting closer and closer. More and more splashes coming. I got my bat ready to swing at the first person to run around the corner.Jessie bounded past me in a quick blur. Then Lucy followed. I stopped my swing pulling my shoulder slightly. Lucy flinched and ducked slipping but keeping on her feet.“Fuck me Sid. What you doing?”“Are you all ok?”April jogged around the corner next holding the hands of two kids Frank and Daniel. James and Colin bumped into the others.&ldq
Morning came far too slowly. I had laid in a strange bed staring up at a strange ceiling all night. If my eyes closed for longer than a blink. I would have been shocked. No amount of house checks had made me feel safe. I was running on adrenaline. Some nice drugs would go down a treat now. A bit of coke or a gram of billy something to sharpen the senses. No sleep for about thirty hours is no good. April did sleep but it was on and off all night. When she woke I pretended to be asleep to avoid the questions. No hiding now.I was up and dress. This time I didn’t try to sneak out. The chances someone attacking me were high. Jessie came with me to the door. I was going for a smoke and I guess she needed a shit.On the doorstep was a note. I picked it up to read. This was bad. While we rested they had come here as well. They must have followed one of us some how. Or they have been watching us for a while. Getting a plan together on how to get rid of us. I read the note.You can’t stay here
26th part 2The plan was sort of in my head now and while everyone was here I thought it was a good time to start saying it out loud.“Colin. I have a little job for you. Make some drinks. I’m going to get water-hungry. The word escapes me right now. You know when you need a drink?”“Thirsty?”Colin answered me looking unsure of what I was talking about.“Yeah, that’s the word. Now everyone listen up get a pen and paper if you need. Are you all ready?”They all nodded except the old guy. He put his hand up.“Yes errr…. What’s your name? I haven’t asked yet.”“I'm Bob. Can I go to the toilet before you start?”“Fuck me Bob. Yes go be as quick as you can though.”“I asked you not to swear around me and told you you don’t tell me I tell you. That’s my last warning to you all.”He left after his few words. Gaz got really angry again.“Who the fuck is this old guy to talk to any of us like that. He has no say in what happens. We don’t know him or fuck all. He has only just told you his fuc
27th OctoberPositions were taken. We had walkie talkies to communicate with each other. I was the one nearest to where Mr Stainburn was going to be meeting me. Gaz Earl and Write had taken up sniper positions giving me a bit of protection. Itchy was parked close by in his tank waiting for a signal off anyone to drive in and pick me up if it all went to shit. The girls and kids were in two cars parked about ten miles away hopefully out of harms way. Colin was acting like a messenger to run between us if anything went wrong with our radios. Red was holding back with rounds of ammunition so that if the others got caught they would only lose limited supplies. If Red was caught as well then we were fucked. Now Bob was missing. He told me he would do what was needed and that I didnt tell him. The grumpy old cunt just got in his car last night and fucked off.I was in a house opposite where I was meant to meet the biggest prick on the planet. It wasn’t an easy mission to accomplish. To get
27th part 2The sound was getting louder and louder. The moans and groans. Shuffling sounds of the dead coming. This was the sound and smell of death walking and I didn’t need to experience this again. Not now. My radio crackles to life and the voice of Write comes through.“Sid this is bad. Huge conga line of zombies coming your way and they look like they are tied together.”“Ok get yourselves out of here spread the word. I will get Bob and meet you.”“No that’s suicide. There are hundreds of the things coming your way.”“You haven’t seen Bob in action. I think. No I know we can do this.”I lied. I was no way I was as confident as I was trying to show. There was a definite chance I was going to die. Had I just had enough and this was my way of going without a bye. My hand clicked off my radio.The herd wasn’t in sight yet but this looked like my only chance to leave this house. The place looked deserted. Normal people had vanished almost completely but zombies were coming on mass no
27th part 3Before I could react Bob had one of the beasts flying through the air towards his face. In the blink of an eye, he had skillfully put a knife through its temple. The dog dropped to the floor limp and lifeless. The dark brown almost black blood trickled from its new wound.Now wasn’t the time for me to admire Bob's handy work. He had a dog bounding towards him and I had one flying through the air like a bad superhero. It would have amused me if it was wearing a mask and cape. It wasn’t it was covered in blood mattered hair dirt of all kinds and was like all other things that were dead rotting.With a powerful blow the thing hit me and hard. As I was going down the weight of it shifted to my left. One knife handle sticking out of it’s eye. Bob's hands were empty and there was another dog on his way and more we’re coming from other directions. There was nothing for it. I had to carry Bob and run. I doubt he is going to like this but tough shit if he wants to live.“Bob hand n
27th part 4It didn’t take long to find a claw hammer. Not the best tool for the job but it will do for now. I crouched next to the deciding wall in the loft and laid my hand flat on it.“You see this wall Bob. It’s out way out.”“Catch me up lad I'm lost.”“These houses were built in the sixties. These blocks are very weak breeze blocks. On top of this bonus the wall is only one skin up here. When I say one skin. I mean that this is all that stands between us and next door. With this hammer I can make a hole big enough to fit through in about fifteen minutes. There is going to be five more until the end of the terrace. By the time we get there I reckon that the zombies will be far enough away for us to make our escape and we will be on the opposite side of the building to the dogs and five doors away. What do you think?”“I think you should shut up and start making a hole.”So I did. As I thought the blocks were weak and once I had made a small hole it was easy. The whole got bigger
27th part 5As predicted we broke through the last few walls and we’re now stood in the last house. This house had not been loved by the previous occupants or the looters. It was a proper shit tip. Rubbish covered the floors. Wall paper was black with mold and peeling. In one room the ceiling had come down. My first impression was that this place had been abandoned for decades. There was a calendar on the wall that was from this year blowing my theory out of the water. Bob took great pleasure in pointing out my failings in deductions.“Yeah Sid it must have been empty since the fifties at least. Look at the LCD. Must be at least one maybe two years, old.”This pleasure went on for several minutes. As Bob spoke his tone changed into a higher pitch than normal just to show me how sarcastic he was being. At one point he started valuing things like an auctioneer. Looking at labels and sell-by dates on food and appraising it like it was an antique. By this point, I was getting ready to wal