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"Just
round this corner then we're home free. Come on, speed it up. And don't look
back."
As soon as he
heard me say the words, Justin looked back. "Shit," he said.
We were moving
just short of a jog now. We travelled through the high-street and turned the
corner, after which we would be golden.
As soon as we
turned the corner though, I froze.
"Oh,
fuck," said Justin.
I would have
scolded the kid for his language, but his sentiment was right, because in front
of us was a giant makeshift barricade that completely blocked the exit to the
village. It stretched twenty metres from either side and was made of various
items of scrap metal - steel sheets, kitchen sinks, shopping trolleys - that
were arranged like a madman's game of Tetris. There was no way through it, and
there was sure as hell no way to move it.
Behind us, a
couple of hundred metres and closing, fifteen or so infected chased us.
"Now
what?" said Justin.
"Give me a
minute," I said, and put my hand to my forehead.
Justin stared
at the makeshift barricade that blocked us in. His eyes seemed to light up, and
a little of the colour came back to his cheeks. "There's a way
through," he said.
I looked at the
barricade again. It might not have been air tight - there were gaps in it here
and there - but there sure as hell wasn't enough room for a person to fit
through.
"Don’t be
stupid," I said.
He looked at me
with a wounded look on his face. "I'm telling you, Kyle. There's a way.
Stop being so stubborn and listen to me." He walked over to the barricade.
"Lemme go first then, and prove it."
I was going to
tell him to shut up and let me think, but before I could say anything he moved
a shopping trolley as much as he could to one side to work enough room to
squeeze into. With that, he squirmed his way through the barricade. I looked at
the hole that he had left, and there was no way I was going to fit my frame
through it. I was considerably bigger than Justin, and I was nowhere near as
agile. The kid was like a rat.
I bit my tongue
and tried to fight back the rising anger that I could feel building. Why had he
gone off like that? Way back when we started, hadn't I specifically told him
that he had to do everything I said, that he mustn’t act on his own? Yet he had
gone and done just that, leaving me stood on my own, trapped and with twenty of
the infected closing in. Just wait until I got hold of him; the strangling was
going to seem like a treat compared to what I would do this time.
The infected
were close enough now that I could make out what passed for their faces. I
could see their expressions - blank for the most part, yet there was something
like desire in their eyes, something in their stares that glimmered. It was
likely a hunger for my flesh, but it was proof enough to me that something
about them was still alive, even though they weren’t people.
At their pace,
I had five minutes until they reached me. I still had my knife, and with that I
could probably take a few of them out, but with no space to fight and nowhere
to run, this was a battle I was sure to lose.
Above me the
sky had taken on a late-afternoon grey tint. It was getting dark, and we were
supposed to be out of the village by now. I looked at the barricade. Where the
hell was the kid?
"Justin?"
I shouted, no longer caring about making a noise.
There was no
answer.
I weighed up my
options. As I saw it, I only had two; fight the twenty infected on my own, or
try and get through the barricade.
I put my knife
back in my belt and walked up to the wall of scrap metal. I found the part that
Justin had squeezed through, and I pushed on the shopping trolley to try and
make a little more room for myself. Blowing out as much air as I could to make
my body smaller, I crawled forward. I worked my way slowly through the
barricade, squeezing my body into a much smaller space than it had any right
"Just
round this corner then we're home free. Come on, speed it up. And don't look
back."
As soon as he
heard me say the words, Justin looked back. "Shit," he said.
We were moving
just short of a jog now. We travelled through the high-street and turned the
corner, after which we would be golden.
As soon as we
turned the corner though, I froze.
"Oh,
fuck," said Justin.
I would have
scolded the kid for his language, but his sentiment was right, because in front
of us was a giant makeshift barricade that completely blocked the exit to the
village. It stretched twenty metres from either side and was made of various
items of scrap metal - steel sheets, kitchen sinks, shopping trolleys - that
were arranged like a madman's game of Tetris. There was no way through it, and
there was sure as hell no way to move it.
Behind us, a
couple of hundred metres and closing, fifteen or so infected chased us.
"Now
what?" said Justin.
"Give me a
minute," I said, and put my hand to my forehead.
Justin stared
at the makeshift barricade that blocked us in. His eyes seemed to light up, and
a little of the colour came back to his cheeks. "There's a way
through," he said.
I looked at the
barricade again. It might not have been air tight - there were gaps in it here
and there - but there sure as hell wasn't enough room for a person to fit
through.
"Don’t be
stupid," I said.
He looked at me
with a wounded look on his face. "I'm telling you, Kyle. There's a way.
Stop being so stubborn and listen to me." He walked over to the barricade.
"Lemme go first then, and prove it."
I was going to
tell him to shut up and let me think, but before I could say anything he moved
a shopping trolley as much as he could to one side to work enough room to
squeeze into. With that, he squirmed his way through the barricade. I looked at
the hole that he had left, and there was no way I was going to fit my frame
through it. I was considerably bigger than Justin, and I was nowhere near as
agile. The kid was like a rat.
I bit my tongue
and tried to fight back the rising anger that I could feel building. Why had he
gone off like that? Way back when we started, hadn't I specifically told him
that he had to do everything I said, that he mustn’t act on his own? Yet he had
gone and done just that, leaving me stood on my own, trapped and with twenty of
the infected closing in. Just wait until I got hold of him; the strangling was
going to seem like a treat compared to what I would do this time.
The infected
were close enough now that I could make out what passed for their faces. I
could see their expressions - blank for the most part, yet there was something
like desire in their eyes, something in their stares that glimmered. It was
likely a hunger for my flesh, but it was proof enough to me that something
about them was still alive, even though they weren’t people.
At their pace,
I had five minutes until they reached me. I still had my knife, and with that I
could probably take a few of them out, but with no space to fight and nowhere
to run, this was a battle I was sure to lose.
Above me the
sky had taken on a late-afternoon grey tint. It was getting dark, and we were
supposed to be out of the village by now. I looked at the barricade. Where the
hell was the kid?
"Justin?"
I shouted, no longer caring about making a noise.
There was no
answer.
I weighed up my
options. As I saw it, I only had two; fight the twenty infected on my own, or
try and get through the barricade.
I put my knife
back in my belt and walked up to the wall of scrap metal. I found the part that
Justin had squeezed through, and I pushed on the shopping trolley to try and
make a little more room for myself. Blowing out as much air as I could to make
my body smaller, I crawled forward. I worked my way slowly through the
barricade, squeezing my body into a much smaller space than it had any right
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