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Authors: Shaun Whittington
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wobbled. He slowly slid down, sobbing uncontrollably because he had lost his son. His strawberry blonde hair would never be sniffed again by his father. Paul would never get the chance to look into Kyle's hazel eyes, or wake up next to him anymore. And Paul's elbow would never be pinched and twisted again by his little man, the way Kyle used to whenever he was nervous.
Once he finished sliding down the wall, his bum reaching the floor, he tucked his legs into his chest and lowered his head. Karen cried for him, cried for the broken man that she had grown fond of.
"How did it get in?" Karen kept on repeating.
Paul Dickson was in no fit state to try and answer her question. He was engulfed with pain and grief, and couldn't believe he had lost his little man. He always said that without Kyle, with Julie and Bell dead, there'd be no reason for him to continue living.
"My little boy!" he cried. "My big chap. I'm sorry Julie. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Karen hopelessly tried to appease the devastated, guilt-ridden man, but her words of comfort were too early to make a difference.
Karen staggered over to Paul and sat down next to him. She put her arm around him and kissed him on his tear-stained cheek. She gazed at the broken guy and felt helpless. She then turned to face away from him, and both heads touched each other as they hugged and cried together.
"What am I gonna do now, Karen?" Paul sobbed, his frame shuddered. "What am I gonna do my without my little boy?"
Karen shook her head, still baffled. How did it get in?
They both sat and cried for another thirty seconds before Daniel Badcock, Jon Talbot and a farmer they had never seen before, turned up to witness the carnage for themselves. All had heard the shotgun blast. The farmer immediately threw up, Daniel Badcock gazed in shock, and Jon Talbot broke down.
Five minutes later, Paul and Karen finally left the area and went to her house. Daniel had taken control of the situation and told Jon to spread the word what had happened, and that the changing room was now out of bounds until they could figure out what they were going to do with Kyle Dickson's remains.
Chapter Fifteen
Pickle, Lee, Bentley and Rick sat in silence for the rest of the journey there. Only five of the dead were seen with their eyes for the remainder of the trip, and despite Lee warning them beforehand that Lichfield was swarming with the dead the last time he was on a run a few weeks ago, it appeared that, so far, the place was no more inhabited with the contaminated creatures than Rugeley.
The red pickup truck turned left into a car park of the supermarket. They could see that few cars existed, and half a dozen of the fiends were scattered around, shambling in their dead world. To their left was the large forecourt that was a part of the supermarket business, and, true to his word, the new guy was right. The tanker stood motionless at the end of the fuel pumps, near the kiosk.
All four men got out and had a scan around.
"I'll check it out." Lee jogged over to the tanker and tried the door. To his surprise it opened, and once he peered inside his face went from baffled to delight in three seconds. Lee James began to laugh uncontrollably, which made Pickle, Bentley and Rick stare at one another. All three men were perplexed.
"Somethin' yer wanna share with us?" Pickle spoke up.
Now sitting in the cab of the vehicle, door wide open, Lee beckoned the men to come over and take a look for themselves. They walked over, and looked up to see inside the cab. Lee pointed at the dashboard, still giggling to himself like a child. The keys had been left in the ignition.
"I don't believe it." Bentley joined in with the laughter.
Pickle smiled, and Rick had the original expression on his face that Lee had. He was completely baffled how this large slice of luck had occurred. Luck was something that they wasn't used to.
"Well, that's a turn up for the comics," said Rick with a straight
Once he finished sliding down the wall, his bum reaching the floor, he tucked his legs into his chest and lowered his head. Karen cried for him, cried for the broken man that she had grown fond of.
"How did it get in?" Karen kept on repeating.
Paul Dickson was in no fit state to try and answer her question. He was engulfed with pain and grief, and couldn't believe he had lost his little man. He always said that without Kyle, with Julie and Bell dead, there'd be no reason for him to continue living.
"My little boy!" he cried. "My big chap. I'm sorry Julie. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Karen hopelessly tried to appease the devastated, guilt-ridden man, but her words of comfort were too early to make a difference.
Karen staggered over to Paul and sat down next to him. She put her arm around him and kissed him on his tear-stained cheek. She gazed at the broken guy and felt helpless. She then turned to face away from him, and both heads touched each other as they hugged and cried together.
"What am I gonna do now, Karen?" Paul sobbed, his frame shuddered. "What am I gonna do my without my little boy?"
Karen shook her head, still baffled. How did it get in?
They both sat and cried for another thirty seconds before Daniel Badcock, Jon Talbot and a farmer they had never seen before, turned up to witness the carnage for themselves. All had heard the shotgun blast. The farmer immediately threw up, Daniel Badcock gazed in shock, and Jon Talbot broke down.
Five minutes later, Paul and Karen finally left the area and went to her house. Daniel had taken control of the situation and told Jon to spread the word what had happened, and that the changing room was now out of bounds until they could figure out what they were going to do with Kyle Dickson's remains.
Chapter Fifteen
Pickle, Lee, Bentley and Rick sat in silence for the rest of the journey there. Only five of the dead were seen with their eyes for the remainder of the trip, and despite Lee warning them beforehand that Lichfield was swarming with the dead the last time he was on a run a few weeks ago, it appeared that, so far, the place was no more inhabited with the contaminated creatures than Rugeley.
The red pickup truck turned left into a car park of the supermarket. They could see that few cars existed, and half a dozen of the fiends were scattered around, shambling in their dead world. To their left was the large forecourt that was a part of the supermarket business, and, true to his word, the new guy was right. The tanker stood motionless at the end of the fuel pumps, near the kiosk.
All four men got out and had a scan around.
"I'll check it out." Lee jogged over to the tanker and tried the door. To his surprise it opened, and once he peered inside his face went from baffled to delight in three seconds. Lee James began to laugh uncontrollably, which made Pickle, Bentley and Rick stare at one another. All three men were perplexed.
"Somethin' yer wanna share with us?" Pickle spoke up.
Now sitting in the cab of the vehicle, door wide open, Lee beckoned the men to come over and take a look for themselves. They walked over, and looked up to see inside the cab. Lee pointed at the dashboard, still giggling to himself like a child. The keys had been left in the ignition.
"I don't believe it." Bentley joined in with the laughter.
Pickle smiled, and Rick had the original expression on his face that Lee had. He was completely baffled how this large slice of luck had occurred. Luck was something that they wasn't used to.
"Well, that's a turn up for the comics," said Rick with a straight
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