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Authors: Ricky Fleet, Christina Hargis Smith
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set up near a set of garden furniture, food was rotting on the cold grill and glasses of fresh poured wine had long been washed clean by falling rain. A party had been interrupted and the group looked around, expecting to see the hosts emerge, ready to eat a fresher meal. The sound of banging on the gate brought them out of their morbid thoughts and they looked around for the best means of escape. Kurt rushed to the back wall and jumped, looked over and saw open fields beyond which would lead to the next village.
“Come on, we need to get over.” Kurt pulled himself and sat with one leg either side of the wall, assisting the others as they clambered over before landing on the muddy ground of the field. John boosted Gloria and Kurt held her as the two boys lowered her gently.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said and Kurt hopped down after her.
“Let’s move. That noise may work in our favour, clearing some of the roads we will need to take,” John explained and they set off at a brisk pace, stepping carefully over the recently turned soil which was ready for the next crop to be planted.
Honey was enjoying every minute, the local bird fowl were feasting on the worms and assorted insects that were just below the surface. She would rush over, chasing them away, before coming back to them panting and tail wagging.
“Stupid dog,” Debbie muttered.
“Just because your life is empty, don’t take it out on her,” Braiden argued back, sick of the woman and hoping she would fall prey to the stumbling multitude. Peter sniggered and stroked their canine companion, Kurt’s promise giving him some much needed confidence, however when he saw the look Debbie gave him the bravery evaporated.
“Don’t even think about it,” Gloria warned which stilled the volatile creature.
They reached the demarcation of the next field and dropped low, watching the events unfolding.
“Would you look at that?” Sarah whispered in awe.
The hedgerow shielded them from view and they stared through the gaps. A crowd of zombies, numbering fifty or more were walking back and forth over a compressed patch of earth. The seagulls and other species of birds were herding them, taking off in a blur of feathered wings before settling to the ground again.
“Why are they doing that?” Paige questioned. No one was sure until Peter spoke up in explanation.
“Look, they are feeding.” He pointed at the rapidly pecking heads as they cleared the mud, before watching the approach of the festering dead and then taking flight, circling over their heads and landing once more in the space they vacated.
“It’s the maggots,” Debbie said, trying to still her churning stomach, the nausea giving the group temporary respite from her bitchiness.
“You’re right ; they are using the dead as a food source,” Kurt said with respect. It amazed him how other creatures were making the best of the situation and he felt jealousy of their wings, the way they could escape and hide in the heights. It was completely irrational but he couldn’t shake it.
“There is a break in the hedge over here,” John informed them after having a quick scout. “When they head south, we make a run for it, keeping close to the hedgerow. Hopefully their attention will be on the flying food.”
Some birds left, full and content, ready to feed their young. They were replaced by more and the opportunity was there, the ghouls stumbled slowly towards the wildfowl.
“Go, go, go!” John encouraged and they ran as one, much like the birds they had been observing.
They kept low as suggested and only one or two of the dead saw them and gave chase; however they were too far away to be a threat. Ducking into the small patch of woodland that separated the main road into Southbourne, they took great care as the tree trunks provided perfect cover for hiding assailants. They came across two that were reaching up and trying to get at a cat that had climbed a tree, it prowled to and fro,
“Come on, we need to get over.” Kurt pulled himself and sat with one leg either side of the wall, assisting the others as they clambered over before landing on the muddy ground of the field. John boosted Gloria and Kurt held her as the two boys lowered her gently.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said and Kurt hopped down after her.
“Let’s move. That noise may work in our favour, clearing some of the roads we will need to take,” John explained and they set off at a brisk pace, stepping carefully over the recently turned soil which was ready for the next crop to be planted.
Honey was enjoying every minute, the local bird fowl were feasting on the worms and assorted insects that were just below the surface. She would rush over, chasing them away, before coming back to them panting and tail wagging.
“Stupid dog,” Debbie muttered.
“Just because your life is empty, don’t take it out on her,” Braiden argued back, sick of the woman and hoping she would fall prey to the stumbling multitude. Peter sniggered and stroked their canine companion, Kurt’s promise giving him some much needed confidence, however when he saw the look Debbie gave him the bravery evaporated.
“Don’t even think about it,” Gloria warned which stilled the volatile creature.
They reached the demarcation of the next field and dropped low, watching the events unfolding.
“Would you look at that?” Sarah whispered in awe.
The hedgerow shielded them from view and they stared through the gaps. A crowd of zombies, numbering fifty or more were walking back and forth over a compressed patch of earth. The seagulls and other species of birds were herding them, taking off in a blur of feathered wings before settling to the ground again.
“Why are they doing that?” Paige questioned. No one was sure until Peter spoke up in explanation.
“Look, they are feeding.” He pointed at the rapidly pecking heads as they cleared the mud, before watching the approach of the festering dead and then taking flight, circling over their heads and landing once more in the space they vacated.
“It’s the maggots,” Debbie said, trying to still her churning stomach, the nausea giving the group temporary respite from her bitchiness.
“You’re right ; they are using the dead as a food source,” Kurt said with respect. It amazed him how other creatures were making the best of the situation and he felt jealousy of their wings, the way they could escape and hide in the heights. It was completely irrational but he couldn’t shake it.
“There is a break in the hedge over here,” John informed them after having a quick scout. “When they head south, we make a run for it, keeping close to the hedgerow. Hopefully their attention will be on the flying food.”
Some birds left, full and content, ready to feed their young. They were replaced by more and the opportunity was there, the ghouls stumbled slowly towards the wildfowl.
“Go, go, go!” John encouraged and they ran as one, much like the birds they had been observing.
They kept low as suggested and only one or two of the dead saw them and gave chase; however they were too far away to be a threat. Ducking into the small patch of woodland that separated the main road into Southbourne, they took great care as the tree trunks provided perfect cover for hiding assailants. They came across two that were reaching up and trying to get at a cat that had climbed a tree, it prowled to and fro,
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