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Authors: Vickie Johnstone
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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and one woman nodded in reply. Marla was relieved to see the latter was Sylvia.
“Right,” said Caballero, “n ow that everyone is here, we will be going out in two Panther CLV vehicles, which have general-purpose machine guns. Each one will be manned by a crew of three: driver, soldier and gunner. In the middle will be a Vector and a bus. All survivors will travel back in the bus. The Vector has loads of room in the back for passengers in a section separated from the front, and it’s mounted with a machine gun. Any people who need to be separated will travel in the Vector.”
Marla had a sudden urge to question the ‘need to be separated’ line, but stopped herself when she felt Caballero’s eyes upon her.
“I will be in the Panther at the front. Marla, I want you with me, along with your friend, Tommy. Sylvia, you take the Vector with Juan and Bill. John, Robert and Elliott, you’ve got the other Panther. Martinez and Leroy, you’re on the bus. It’s up to you guys how you want to work things. I leave it up to you. But, hell, I’m driving! We’re taking extra fuel in the back of each vehicle. Any questions?”
“How will we know if the survivors are infected?” asked Sylvia.
“Check them for bites and look at their eyes,” Caballero answered. “You know the score – bloodshot or white, drained of colour, no focus, no expression, and looking dead. Not much else we can do until we get them back to quarantine. You’ll have to use your judgement. You’ve all had experience of this before, except for Tommy, Marla and Bill. I trust you know what you’re looking for?”
Everyone nodded and glanced at the people who were to join their team.
“Right then, there’s no time to waste, so let’s get going. We have six hours until 4 p.m., and wherever we are then we are coming straight back here, no questions asked. Okay?”
“Okay, sir,” everyone replied in unison.
“Right, up you get and less of the sir. Time to go.”
***
The doors of the facility opened and the armoured vehicles moved out one by one. From the windows of the building some curious faces peered out, watching them go, hoping they would return swiftly and safely. Soldiers closed the metal gates, securing them with heavy bolts, while the convoy swept down the narrow, winding road between the lines of leafy trees. To any passersby, the verdant countryside looked inviting and tranquil, as things once were before everything changed.
“What’s the route plan?” enquired Marla.
“We scout the general area,” Caballero replied. “We’ve been gradually moving further out while hoping people manage to get somewhere near this facility. We owe it to them to keep looking. You never know how many are out here. We’ve put posters in various places to help.”
“Cool idea,” said Tommy, gazing out over the peaceful scenery. Nothing stirred, except the leaves. “It’s weird to hear birds.”
Marla nodded. “I k now. I expect to hear nothing. You know, like everything is dead, not just...”
“Yep,” muttered Caballero, keeping his eyes on the road. “It draws you in and makes you forget. Sometimes it’s hard to remember what’s happening in the cities – mayhem! The closest big town is Salisbury, but we haven’t dared venture there yet. Population is around 40,000 and no one was evacuated.”
“No one?” gasped Marla. “At all? ”
“The government was too late in this area, like many places. We’re going to Amesbury; population 9,000.”
Marla gazed out, keeping her eyes peeled as they reached the bottom of the hill and turned towards the A338.
“Which of you can use the machine gun?” asked Caballero.
“Both,” Tommy answered with a grin.
Caballero nodded as he turned on to the main trunk road. “Great.”
The other three vehicles followed closely behind and soon they were all motoring along in a convoy, with the Vector and the black-painted, double-decker bus in the middle.
“ It’s too quiet.
“Right,” said Caballero, “n ow that everyone is here, we will be going out in two Panther CLV vehicles, which have general-purpose machine guns. Each one will be manned by a crew of three: driver, soldier and gunner. In the middle will be a Vector and a bus. All survivors will travel back in the bus. The Vector has loads of room in the back for passengers in a section separated from the front, and it’s mounted with a machine gun. Any people who need to be separated will travel in the Vector.”
Marla had a sudden urge to question the ‘need to be separated’ line, but stopped herself when she felt Caballero’s eyes upon her.
“I will be in the Panther at the front. Marla, I want you with me, along with your friend, Tommy. Sylvia, you take the Vector with Juan and Bill. John, Robert and Elliott, you’ve got the other Panther. Martinez and Leroy, you’re on the bus. It’s up to you guys how you want to work things. I leave it up to you. But, hell, I’m driving! We’re taking extra fuel in the back of each vehicle. Any questions?”
“How will we know if the survivors are infected?” asked Sylvia.
“Check them for bites and look at their eyes,” Caballero answered. “You know the score – bloodshot or white, drained of colour, no focus, no expression, and looking dead. Not much else we can do until we get them back to quarantine. You’ll have to use your judgement. You’ve all had experience of this before, except for Tommy, Marla and Bill. I trust you know what you’re looking for?”
Everyone nodded and glanced at the people who were to join their team.
“Right then, there’s no time to waste, so let’s get going. We have six hours until 4 p.m., and wherever we are then we are coming straight back here, no questions asked. Okay?”
“Okay, sir,” everyone replied in unison.
“Right, up you get and less of the sir. Time to go.”
***
The doors of the facility opened and the armoured vehicles moved out one by one. From the windows of the building some curious faces peered out, watching them go, hoping they would return swiftly and safely. Soldiers closed the metal gates, securing them with heavy bolts, while the convoy swept down the narrow, winding road between the lines of leafy trees. To any passersby, the verdant countryside looked inviting and tranquil, as things once were before everything changed.
“What’s the route plan?” enquired Marla.
“We scout the general area,” Caballero replied. “We’ve been gradually moving further out while hoping people manage to get somewhere near this facility. We owe it to them to keep looking. You never know how many are out here. We’ve put posters in various places to help.”
“Cool idea,” said Tommy, gazing out over the peaceful scenery. Nothing stirred, except the leaves. “It’s weird to hear birds.”
Marla nodded. “I k now. I expect to hear nothing. You know, like everything is dead, not just...”
“Yep,” muttered Caballero, keeping his eyes on the road. “It draws you in and makes you forget. Sometimes it’s hard to remember what’s happening in the cities – mayhem! The closest big town is Salisbury, but we haven’t dared venture there yet. Population is around 40,000 and no one was evacuated.”
“No one?” gasped Marla. “At all? ”
“The government was too late in this area, like many places. We’re going to Amesbury; population 9,000.”
Marla gazed out, keeping her eyes peeled as they reached the bottom of the hill and turned towards the A338.
“Which of you can use the machine gun?” asked Caballero.
“Both,” Tommy answered with a grin.
Caballero nodded as he turned on to the main trunk road. “Great.”
The other three vehicles followed closely behind and soon they were all motoring along in a convoy, with the Vector and the black-painted, double-decker bus in the middle.
“ It’s too quiet.
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