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them. After only six months their supplies began to run out and they had been forced to survive on just fish and rain water. But then ships had started stopping at the rig, seeing it as a manmade island, an oasis in a world of walking dead. Rest and repairs had been bartered for supplies from these ocean going refugees. This had worked well for four years, until a cruiser out of control and full of the Dead had rammed into one of the supports. Escaping in a tug boat as the rig collapsed into the sea, he had become just another person looking for a safe haven in this new world. They had spent the next year travelling around the coast, making brief scavenging missions inland for fuel and any food they could find. But when they could no longer find the diesel they needed for the tug, he knew it was time to find a new way to live in this strange world. So, travelling from one community to the next, he earned safe passage through the Dead by designing and helping build the things that made life easier for those fighting to survive. When he joined the Convent community he decided life with no real ties to the living was hardly living at all, so he decided to stay.
As Liz looked around at the other survivors around the table, she realised this small group of individuals, drawn together in their fight to survive, had become a family. Each finding something they had lost, in the comfort of the others in the Convent. She looked down at their newest addition, William Parker. She wondered if he would stay with them or continue looking for his lost nephew. She felt a little sorry for him, as he was bombarded with question after question about the outside world. Very few of the refugees had left the safe confines of the Convent since they arrived a year ago. Most went little further than the fields that surrounded them and Liz did not blame them.
Down the table Damian had his arm around Sally. He was whi spering amorous promises in her ear, making her giggle like a 47 year old school girl. Liz didn’t know if they actually had feelings for each other or they were just clinging to this modicum of comfort they had found for themselves. It was surprising what people could convince themselves of once everything else had fallen apart. Liz was sure Sally wouldn’t have looked twice at Damian if the Dead hadn’t come. Sally must have been an attractive woman before living off scraps and the daily terror aged her. At times you could still see the attractive woman she had once been, hidden behind the thin sallow face, dry lank hair and the just the wrong side of thin, frame. Liz thought Sally must have been a woman who had been used to using her looks to get what she wanted. Sally had often spoken of the rich lifestyle she had lived, the three ex-husbands and the fourth that had died during an attack of the Dead. So it was hardly surprising that she had fallen back on what she knew best, charming a man to get the protection she needed. Though, Liz thought she may have backed the wrong horse picking Damian. No, if she had wanted security she really should have made a play for the unattached fighters of the group. Charlie, Cam, Michael, Mohammad or even Barry with his policeman training would have been better than Damian. Although Damian could hold his own against the Dead, Liz doubted he would really risk his own life to save her. He had survived this long by having no ties and only looking out for number one. Most had had to find that balance between self-preservation and looking out for the less able they loved. Too far either way and you either became too callous or just plain suicidal. Though, Liz knew which she would rather be labelled as. She would die for Anne, as would Charlie. Just as Rich and Nicky would fight to save Justin. She even believed poor Lars would sacrifice himself to save the emotionally damaged Penny. But when it came to the crunch, Sally had better not expect Damian to come charging into the Dead to save her.
Just
As Liz looked around at the other survivors around the table, she realised this small group of individuals, drawn together in their fight to survive, had become a family. Each finding something they had lost, in the comfort of the others in the Convent. She looked down at their newest addition, William Parker. She wondered if he would stay with them or continue looking for his lost nephew. She felt a little sorry for him, as he was bombarded with question after question about the outside world. Very few of the refugees had left the safe confines of the Convent since they arrived a year ago. Most went little further than the fields that surrounded them and Liz did not blame them.
Down the table Damian had his arm around Sally. He was whi spering amorous promises in her ear, making her giggle like a 47 year old school girl. Liz didn’t know if they actually had feelings for each other or they were just clinging to this modicum of comfort they had found for themselves. It was surprising what people could convince themselves of once everything else had fallen apart. Liz was sure Sally wouldn’t have looked twice at Damian if the Dead hadn’t come. Sally must have been an attractive woman before living off scraps and the daily terror aged her. At times you could still see the attractive woman she had once been, hidden behind the thin sallow face, dry lank hair and the just the wrong side of thin, frame. Liz thought Sally must have been a woman who had been used to using her looks to get what she wanted. Sally had often spoken of the rich lifestyle she had lived, the three ex-husbands and the fourth that had died during an attack of the Dead. So it was hardly surprising that she had fallen back on what she knew best, charming a man to get the protection she needed. Though, Liz thought she may have backed the wrong horse picking Damian. No, if she had wanted security she really should have made a play for the unattached fighters of the group. Charlie, Cam, Michael, Mohammad or even Barry with his policeman training would have been better than Damian. Although Damian could hold his own against the Dead, Liz doubted he would really risk his own life to save her. He had survived this long by having no ties and only looking out for number one. Most had had to find that balance between self-preservation and looking out for the less able they loved. Too far either way and you either became too callous or just plain suicidal. Though, Liz knew which she would rather be labelled as. She would die for Anne, as would Charlie. Just as Rich and Nicky would fight to save Justin. She even believed poor Lars would sacrifice himself to save the emotionally damaged Penny. But when it came to the crunch, Sally had better not expect Damian to come charging into the Dead to save her.
Just
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