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Authors: Lisa Richardson
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like he has the flu. He …’
I put my knife in the waistband of my jeans, but kept hold of my claw hammer, and put the arm of my free hand around Michael. ‘Shouldn’t you be home with your family?’ I asked.
‘I need to do this. If we beat those guys, then we’ve got a chance against the zombies,’ said Michael, tears on his cheeks. ‘If we’re fed and strong, then we can fight the zombies. Maybe even get rid of them for good.’
‘But your parents …’
‘They don’t know I’m here.’
‘For fucks sake, Michael, stay safe. I can’t … I can’t give your parents any more bad news, ok?’
‘I’ve every intention of doing that, Sophie.’
Sam had finished his speech. Everyone seemed happy and ready to go. So me, Sam and a couple of volunteers headed off to act as bait. I held my hammer so tightly in my hands that I thought I might well crush the handle. That might be enough to scare the big guys off, maybe?
We strode into Bouverie Place shopping centre with confidence. The two big guys outside Asda spotted us straight away and shouted at us to clear off, raising their iron bars in warning. Me and the other two, a girl about my age called Fiona and a thrity-something bloke called Max, stopped in the square outside the shops but Sam strutted towards them, ‘Yeah? Whatta you gonna do about it if we don’t, eh?’
One big guy stomped a couple of steps towards Sam, iron bar held in front of his chest. I mentally willed Sam to stop, maybe even back away, but he squared up to the big guy, his claw hammer held out before him.
‘You want to know what I’m going to do?’ said the big guy. He wore a sort of leotard thing that body builders wear. I remembered thinking, isn’t he cold in that ? It’s bloody freezing out here , when he raised the iron bar.
‘Sam! Run! Fucking run!’ I screamed.
Sam showed some pretty nifty footwork and he sidestepped the blow that whooshed down towards his head, then he turned and darted out the way. We all ran around the square outside the store, shouting and yelling as we went, hoping to draw out some of the other big guys. It worked. Five more big guys carrying iron bars (did they get a job lot from somewhere?) came out of Asda and, along with the other two, lined up outside the store. Sam gave a whistle, the cue for the others, and our army emerged from four different directions – every street that led into the shopping centre. They gathered outside Asda and surrounded the big guys.
‘What the fuck is this?’ one of the big guys said, eyeing the crowd.
‘We’re taking Asda back,’ said Sam, pushing his way to the front.
‘You’re what?’ said another of the big guys. This one had biceps as wide as his head.
‘We don’t want any trouble, right?’ said Sam. ‘We just want food. There’s enough in there for everyone. We want you to let us in, let us all in and share the food, right?’
‘Ain’t gonna happen, kid,’ said one of the big guys, stepping forward and squaring up to Sam.
‘Then I’m going to do this …’ Sam swung his claw hammer and slammed it into the big guy’s stomach. The big guy doubled up, crying out with pain. ‘GO! GO! GO!’ shouted Sam, and about a third of the group charged at the bewildered big guys, while the rest, headed by Polly, Leanne and Michael, stormed into Asda.
The big guy Sam hit in the stomach recovered remarkably quickly and came at Sam with his iron bar. I dashed over and hit him across the back of his head with the handle of my claw hammer. He fell forwards and skidded across the ground. Sam jumped out of the way, and then, as the big guy went to get up, Sam went for him, kicking him in the stomach and his head. Again and again. I could see that the big guy was well past the point of ever getting up again. ‘Sam. Leave him!’ I said. I ran to Sam and grabbed him by the arms. ‘Leave him, please. ’
Sam backed off but immediately launched himself at another big guy who was whacking one of our
I put my knife in the waistband of my jeans, but kept hold of my claw hammer, and put the arm of my free hand around Michael. ‘Shouldn’t you be home with your family?’ I asked.
‘I need to do this. If we beat those guys, then we’ve got a chance against the zombies,’ said Michael, tears on his cheeks. ‘If we’re fed and strong, then we can fight the zombies. Maybe even get rid of them for good.’
‘But your parents …’
‘They don’t know I’m here.’
‘For fucks sake, Michael, stay safe. I can’t … I can’t give your parents any more bad news, ok?’
‘I’ve every intention of doing that, Sophie.’
Sam had finished his speech. Everyone seemed happy and ready to go. So me, Sam and a couple of volunteers headed off to act as bait. I held my hammer so tightly in my hands that I thought I might well crush the handle. That might be enough to scare the big guys off, maybe?
We strode into Bouverie Place shopping centre with confidence. The two big guys outside Asda spotted us straight away and shouted at us to clear off, raising their iron bars in warning. Me and the other two, a girl about my age called Fiona and a thrity-something bloke called Max, stopped in the square outside the shops but Sam strutted towards them, ‘Yeah? Whatta you gonna do about it if we don’t, eh?’
One big guy stomped a couple of steps towards Sam, iron bar held in front of his chest. I mentally willed Sam to stop, maybe even back away, but he squared up to the big guy, his claw hammer held out before him.
‘You want to know what I’m going to do?’ said the big guy. He wore a sort of leotard thing that body builders wear. I remembered thinking, isn’t he cold in that ? It’s bloody freezing out here , when he raised the iron bar.
‘Sam! Run! Fucking run!’ I screamed.
Sam showed some pretty nifty footwork and he sidestepped the blow that whooshed down towards his head, then he turned and darted out the way. We all ran around the square outside the store, shouting and yelling as we went, hoping to draw out some of the other big guys. It worked. Five more big guys carrying iron bars (did they get a job lot from somewhere?) came out of Asda and, along with the other two, lined up outside the store. Sam gave a whistle, the cue for the others, and our army emerged from four different directions – every street that led into the shopping centre. They gathered outside Asda and surrounded the big guys.
‘What the fuck is this?’ one of the big guys said, eyeing the crowd.
‘We’re taking Asda back,’ said Sam, pushing his way to the front.
‘You’re what?’ said another of the big guys. This one had biceps as wide as his head.
‘We don’t want any trouble, right?’ said Sam. ‘We just want food. There’s enough in there for everyone. We want you to let us in, let us all in and share the food, right?’
‘Ain’t gonna happen, kid,’ said one of the big guys, stepping forward and squaring up to Sam.
‘Then I’m going to do this …’ Sam swung his claw hammer and slammed it into the big guy’s stomach. The big guy doubled up, crying out with pain. ‘GO! GO! GO!’ shouted Sam, and about a third of the group charged at the bewildered big guys, while the rest, headed by Polly, Leanne and Michael, stormed into Asda.
The big guy Sam hit in the stomach recovered remarkably quickly and came at Sam with his iron bar. I dashed over and hit him across the back of his head with the handle of my claw hammer. He fell forwards and skidded across the ground. Sam jumped out of the way, and then, as the big guy went to get up, Sam went for him, kicking him in the stomach and his head. Again and again. I could see that the big guy was well past the point of ever getting up again. ‘Sam. Leave him!’ I said. I ran to Sam and grabbed him by the arms. ‘Leave him, please. ’
Sam backed off but immediately launched himself at another big guy who was whacking one of our
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