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Authors: Shaun Whittington
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vehicle ten yards from the three infected. Engine off. "But don't use the guns from the back. We can take these things out with our blades."
"You stay where you are," Bentley said to Lee. "Me, Rick and Pickle can take these, one-on-one."
"Right then, lads." Pickle clapped his hands together, as if he was looking forward to this. "Pick a ghoul."
They clambered out of the pickup truck and Pickle marched, with Rick and Bentley in tow, over to a female ghoul and rammed his knife through its eye socket, as Bentley was also making light work of his beast that was a few yards away to Pickle's left. Rick paused for a moment and allowed 'his' creature, a once-male teenager, to grab onto his shoulders.
"Rick!" Bentley called over with concern in his voice. "Hurry up now."
Rick was now face-to-face with the snarling ghoul and screwed his eyes at the thing that now had its mouth open, its decaying teeth had seen better days. Rick jumped as a loud squelching noise made him snap out of his daydreaming. He looked to the side of him to see that Pickle had rammed his blade into the side of its head, and removed it before it dropped to the floor.
"What the fuck was that?" Pickle snapped at Rick, and suddenly noticed that Rick looked emotional, making Branston feel guilty immediately after seeing his face.
Rick lowered his head and never uttered a word of an explanation.
"Yer have killed these things before, haven't yer?" Pickle asked him.
Rick nodded.
"So what happened? Yer were nearly killed."
"I just had a shock," Rick finally spoke. "That ... thing looked so much like my brother."
"Yer brother?"
Rick lifted his head and smiled a sad smile. "He passed nearly ten years ago. He took an ecstasy tablet and collapsed at a club in Stoke. Silly bugger." Rick shook his head and walked back to the truck, with Pickle and Bentley following behind.
All men were now inside the means of transport, and Lee stared at Rick who was now sitting next to him. "What happened?"
Rick opened his mouth to explain, but Pickle could see he was upset and intervened. "Don't matter now." Pickle slapped the steering wheel, urging Lee to start the motor and get a move on. "Let's get to Lichfield as soon as possible."
"Okay." Lee fired the engine and pulled away, running over the already-defunct creatures, and passed through a crossroad that had four sets of traffic lights that no longer worked. He went onto the main road, passed the golf course and went over the large roundabout.
They were near.
Chapter Fourteen
He looked up to the cloudless sky and shaded his eyes with his free hand, whilst holding the shotgun with his other. It was a glorious day and Paul Dickson wondered how warm it was on this Sunday morning. Twenty-two ... twenty-four degrees?
He guessed that Kyle had been away for around five minutes and wondered what was keeping him. He looked over and could see Karen Bradley heading towards him. She gave him a wave and he waved back, now walking across the field to meet her.
"Have you seen Daniel?" Karen called over. "He's supposed to be doing perimeter duty on the other side of the camp."
"I never passed him on my travels."
"I thought you could both do with something to drink." Karen had two bottles of water, one in each pocket. "One for you and one for Daniel, wherever he is." She could see that Paul's mind was elsewhere and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Kyle's been gone a while." Paul nodded over in the direction where the changing rooms were, but Karen never looked. "I'm gonna go check."
"Kyle?" Karen was baffled and had no clue what he was talking about. "What are you on about?"
"Rosemary brought Kyle over because he was upset. He walked with me for a bit, but then needed a pee."
"Where did he go?"
"Over at the changing rooms."
"Are you joking?" Karen shook her head. "It stinks in there. Pickle went in once and said he'd never go in there again."
"I told him to just go on the grass, by the fence, but he was embarrassed. He wouldn't
"You stay where you are," Bentley said to Lee. "Me, Rick and Pickle can take these, one-on-one."
"Right then, lads." Pickle clapped his hands together, as if he was looking forward to this. "Pick a ghoul."
They clambered out of the pickup truck and Pickle marched, with Rick and Bentley in tow, over to a female ghoul and rammed his knife through its eye socket, as Bentley was also making light work of his beast that was a few yards away to Pickle's left. Rick paused for a moment and allowed 'his' creature, a once-male teenager, to grab onto his shoulders.
"Rick!" Bentley called over with concern in his voice. "Hurry up now."
Rick was now face-to-face with the snarling ghoul and screwed his eyes at the thing that now had its mouth open, its decaying teeth had seen better days. Rick jumped as a loud squelching noise made him snap out of his daydreaming. He looked to the side of him to see that Pickle had rammed his blade into the side of its head, and removed it before it dropped to the floor.
"What the fuck was that?" Pickle snapped at Rick, and suddenly noticed that Rick looked emotional, making Branston feel guilty immediately after seeing his face.
Rick lowered his head and never uttered a word of an explanation.
"Yer have killed these things before, haven't yer?" Pickle asked him.
Rick nodded.
"So what happened? Yer were nearly killed."
"I just had a shock," Rick finally spoke. "That ... thing looked so much like my brother."
"Yer brother?"
Rick lifted his head and smiled a sad smile. "He passed nearly ten years ago. He took an ecstasy tablet and collapsed at a club in Stoke. Silly bugger." Rick shook his head and walked back to the truck, with Pickle and Bentley following behind.
All men were now inside the means of transport, and Lee stared at Rick who was now sitting next to him. "What happened?"
Rick opened his mouth to explain, but Pickle could see he was upset and intervened. "Don't matter now." Pickle slapped the steering wheel, urging Lee to start the motor and get a move on. "Let's get to Lichfield as soon as possible."
"Okay." Lee fired the engine and pulled away, running over the already-defunct creatures, and passed through a crossroad that had four sets of traffic lights that no longer worked. He went onto the main road, passed the golf course and went over the large roundabout.
They were near.
Chapter Fourteen
He looked up to the cloudless sky and shaded his eyes with his free hand, whilst holding the shotgun with his other. It was a glorious day and Paul Dickson wondered how warm it was on this Sunday morning. Twenty-two ... twenty-four degrees?
He guessed that Kyle had been away for around five minutes and wondered what was keeping him. He looked over and could see Karen Bradley heading towards him. She gave him a wave and he waved back, now walking across the field to meet her.
"Have you seen Daniel?" Karen called over. "He's supposed to be doing perimeter duty on the other side of the camp."
"I never passed him on my travels."
"I thought you could both do with something to drink." Karen had two bottles of water, one in each pocket. "One for you and one for Daniel, wherever he is." She could see that Paul's mind was elsewhere and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Kyle's been gone a while." Paul nodded over in the direction where the changing rooms were, but Karen never looked. "I'm gonna go check."
"Kyle?" Karen was baffled and had no clue what he was talking about. "What are you on about?"
"Rosemary brought Kyle over because he was upset. He walked with me for a bit, but then needed a pee."
"Where did he go?"
"Over at the changing rooms."
"Are you joking?" Karen shook her head. "It stinks in there. Pickle went in once and said he'd never go in there again."
"I told him to just go on the grass, by the fence, but he was embarrassed. He wouldn't
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