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Authors: Shaun Whittington
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and crisps. He went over to Jack who was standing still, peeking out of the canteen window that looked out onto the car park.
Surrounding the car park was a wire-mesh fence. Johnny stood next to Jack and they both glared out into the real world, or surreal world. Not one man spoke for a minute as their eyes focused on the events that were happening outside.
Eventually Johnny spoke. "So this is what we're dealing with." He gulped and continued to gawp at the five ghouls hanging outside the fence.
"I didn't wanna tell you before, in case you refused to leave, but you need to see this." Jack remained transfixed on the dead and said, without looking at Johnny, "There was two last time I looked. There's now five, but by the time night comes, there could be fifty. Then the next day—"
"I get it," Johnny snapped. "If we want to leave this place, we need to go soon? Is that what you're saying?"
"Like now ." Jack turned to face Johnny and asked him, "You need the toilet?"
Johnny thought it was a peculiar question to ask him; he scrunched his face with puzzlement. He shook his head.
"Good. Then we can go."
They took a bag each full of food and liquids, and Johnny kept behind Jack as he pushed open the door to the outside, onto the car park, the fresh air caressing their faces. Johnny couldn't believe how cool Jack looked; he never once looked at the dead walkers that were loitering outside the fence, who were a bit more excited now there were humans on show.
Jack casually went over to the black jeep and opened it up while Johnny stared in disbelief at the state of the dead things; one looked like a child, no older than seven years old.
"Johnny!" Jack called over; he was now sitting in the car with the driver's door still open. "Quit eyeballing them. We gotta go."
Johnny took a deep breath in to control his heartbeat. His wobbly legs reluctantly went their way over towards Jack. He sat on the passenger seat, and both men now had shut their doors.
Johnny placed his forehead onto the dashboard and began to cry. His body shook with fright, and he quickly tried to pull himself together and searched through the glove compartment for tissues. He had found a packet, and quickly cleaned himself up and immediately looked embarrassed for his mini-breakdown.
He cleared his throat and without looking at Jack, Johnny nodded forward, as if to say that he was as ready as he'll ever be and that they should drive on.
Jack knew exactly how he felt, but knew Johnny needed to toughen up quick, otherwise he was going to be lunch for one of the many thousands of man-eaters that were out there. Jack told him, "We don't really have a choice in this decision."
"How am I going to get used to this? I just looked at those things and I felt I could shit through the eye of a needle."
Jack began to laugh.
"It's not funny. I'm gonna have a heart attack in my first week."
"You will adapt."
"What about the gates?" Johnny was referring to the entrance gates which were normally controlled electronically. But now the electricity was no more, the gates could be moved with enough force. It kind of reminded Jack of the situation back at the sports centre.
"The gates won't be a problem." Jack winked at Johnny and fired the engine. "Ready?"
Johnny shook his head. "Er, no."
Jack smiled at Johnny's attempt at humour in such a dire situation. He kind of reminded him of himself when the outbreak first occurred. Jack said, "In the Hollywood movies, you're supposed to say: I was born ready."
Johnny added, "Yeah, well some Hollywood movie this'd make. I wasn't born ready; and I have no intention of running around wearing a white vest and smashing the heads of these things and shouting out, yippee ki-yay, motherfucker ."
Jack pulled the jeep forward to the entrance gates and turned the jeep around so that the back-end of the vehicle was facing the gates. Jack slipped the motor into reverse and floored the accelerator, making the jeep's tyres squeal and zoom
Surrounding the car park was a wire-mesh fence. Johnny stood next to Jack and they both glared out into the real world, or surreal world. Not one man spoke for a minute as their eyes focused on the events that were happening outside.
Eventually Johnny spoke. "So this is what we're dealing with." He gulped and continued to gawp at the five ghouls hanging outside the fence.
"I didn't wanna tell you before, in case you refused to leave, but you need to see this." Jack remained transfixed on the dead and said, without looking at Johnny, "There was two last time I looked. There's now five, but by the time night comes, there could be fifty. Then the next day—"
"I get it," Johnny snapped. "If we want to leave this place, we need to go soon? Is that what you're saying?"
"Like now ." Jack turned to face Johnny and asked him, "You need the toilet?"
Johnny thought it was a peculiar question to ask him; he scrunched his face with puzzlement. He shook his head.
"Good. Then we can go."
They took a bag each full of food and liquids, and Johnny kept behind Jack as he pushed open the door to the outside, onto the car park, the fresh air caressing their faces. Johnny couldn't believe how cool Jack looked; he never once looked at the dead walkers that were loitering outside the fence, who were a bit more excited now there were humans on show.
Jack casually went over to the black jeep and opened it up while Johnny stared in disbelief at the state of the dead things; one looked like a child, no older than seven years old.
"Johnny!" Jack called over; he was now sitting in the car with the driver's door still open. "Quit eyeballing them. We gotta go."
Johnny took a deep breath in to control his heartbeat. His wobbly legs reluctantly went their way over towards Jack. He sat on the passenger seat, and both men now had shut their doors.
Johnny placed his forehead onto the dashboard and began to cry. His body shook with fright, and he quickly tried to pull himself together and searched through the glove compartment for tissues. He had found a packet, and quickly cleaned himself up and immediately looked embarrassed for his mini-breakdown.
He cleared his throat and without looking at Jack, Johnny nodded forward, as if to say that he was as ready as he'll ever be and that they should drive on.
Jack knew exactly how he felt, but knew Johnny needed to toughen up quick, otherwise he was going to be lunch for one of the many thousands of man-eaters that were out there. Jack told him, "We don't really have a choice in this decision."
"How am I going to get used to this? I just looked at those things and I felt I could shit through the eye of a needle."
Jack began to laugh.
"It's not funny. I'm gonna have a heart attack in my first week."
"You will adapt."
"What about the gates?" Johnny was referring to the entrance gates which were normally controlled electronically. But now the electricity was no more, the gates could be moved with enough force. It kind of reminded Jack of the situation back at the sports centre.
"The gates won't be a problem." Jack winked at Johnny and fired the engine. "Ready?"
Johnny shook his head. "Er, no."
Jack smiled at Johnny's attempt at humour in such a dire situation. He kind of reminded him of himself when the outbreak first occurred. Jack said, "In the Hollywood movies, you're supposed to say: I was born ready."
Johnny added, "Yeah, well some Hollywood movie this'd make. I wasn't born ready; and I have no intention of running around wearing a white vest and smashing the heads of these things and shouting out, yippee ki-yay, motherfucker ."
Jack pulled the jeep forward to the entrance gates and turned the jeep around so that the back-end of the vehicle was facing the gates. Jack slipped the motor into reverse and floored the accelerator, making the jeep's tyres squeal and zoom
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