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bark at the stranger.
‘Friend, I’m a friend.’ Pip danced on the paving stones. ‘Follow Pip.’ He waved his arms. ‘Bring the doggy, too.’
Jake stood still and watched the wrinkly man trot down the street.
‘Come now, follow Pip.’ He stopped and beckoned them with both arms, forgetting about Amber. He apologised once again and quickly covered his modesty.
Jake and Amber didn’t move.
‘Come follow Pip.’ He was more insistent this time. ‘Danger out here.’ He looked up at the shops and the first floor windows. ‘Everywhere.’
‘Let’s go with him, Daddy.’ Amber pushed her dad in the backside. She didn’t like the dark streets, and she could feel them closing in.
‘Pip wants to look after you. Would you like some food? Hot food.’ He turned away again.
This made Jake think. He hadn’t eaten anything hot since dining with Yanto. They had taken a chance on him and it had paid off.
‘Come on.’ Pip waved again, this time one handed. This was followed by a giggle. ‘Apples. I have fresh apples.’
Jake looked down at Amber.
‘I like him.’ She said, smiling. ‘He’s funny.’
Jake looked around, the clouds were getting darker and lower. The whole place was starting to feel oppressive. ‘Come on then.’ He started to follow Pip. ‘Only for some hot food though. Then we leave.’
Jake, Amber and Young Red disappeared down the side alley of the butchers shop and into the shadows.
***
Emma Davis slowed down as she reached the check point. This was the fourth one today, and she had only travelled from Bristol to Cirencester.
The man in white overalls pointed his gun at the car. ‘Open the window.’ He shouted.
Winding the window down of the Land Rover, Davis handed over the laminated card that had been on the dashboard.
Willoughby had the idea of identification cards for every member of the Purebloods. This was to make it easy for each of them to travel the country and impossible for those without one. With the right equipment and know-how they were easy to make, but without any power and organisation it was nigh on impossible.
The Purebloods had the upper hand at the moment and they knew it.
The checkpoint guard looked at the ID card and passed it back. ‘Okay you’re free to go.’
Davis released the clutch and wound the window up. It would take another fifteen or so minutes to get to Bourton on the Water, and a meeting with the Doyen and Willoughby.
She was supposed to be meeting him back at base camp in Bristol, but everyone had moved to Bourton where a large clan of Infected had gathered. It was going to be Showtime and Davis couldn’t wait. The thrill of the fight turned her on, and she felt invincible with a gun at her side and men to order about.
Christ I love this new world. She couldn’t stop smiling.
Leaving the Land Rover with the many other vehicles on the outskirts of the picturesque town, she was escorted into the battle area by two young guards.
‘Over there.’ One pointed.
Emma Davis looked over at the small crowd gathered by the memorial statue, just in front of the shallow river.
Willoughby noticed her marching towards the gathering and met her half way. ‘Emma my dear.’ He shook her hand. ‘Sorry to drag you out here.'
‘What’s going down?’ She looked over his shoulder at the many armed Purebloods chomping at the bit.
‘We pushed about fifty or so of the Infected up to this town. Little did we know that about the same number had ransacked the town, moving south from the midlands. Now we have a hundred or so mutant savages creating holy hell.’ Willoughby handed her some ammunition. ‘You’ll need some of this.’
Davis was delighted, she wasn’t sure if she was going to be asked to join the hunt. ‘Thank you sir.’
‘You wanted a meeting with the Doyen?’
‘Just an update as to what is happening down at Taunton.’ Davis rolled her eyes.
‘Trouble?’ Willoughby asked.
‘Doctor Robert; he is a law unto
‘Friend, I’m a friend.’ Pip danced on the paving stones. ‘Follow Pip.’ He waved his arms. ‘Bring the doggy, too.’
Jake stood still and watched the wrinkly man trot down the street.
‘Come now, follow Pip.’ He stopped and beckoned them with both arms, forgetting about Amber. He apologised once again and quickly covered his modesty.
Jake and Amber didn’t move.
‘Come follow Pip.’ He was more insistent this time. ‘Danger out here.’ He looked up at the shops and the first floor windows. ‘Everywhere.’
‘Let’s go with him, Daddy.’ Amber pushed her dad in the backside. She didn’t like the dark streets, and she could feel them closing in.
‘Pip wants to look after you. Would you like some food? Hot food.’ He turned away again.
This made Jake think. He hadn’t eaten anything hot since dining with Yanto. They had taken a chance on him and it had paid off.
‘Come on.’ Pip waved again, this time one handed. This was followed by a giggle. ‘Apples. I have fresh apples.’
Jake looked down at Amber.
‘I like him.’ She said, smiling. ‘He’s funny.’
Jake looked around, the clouds were getting darker and lower. The whole place was starting to feel oppressive. ‘Come on then.’ He started to follow Pip. ‘Only for some hot food though. Then we leave.’
Jake, Amber and Young Red disappeared down the side alley of the butchers shop and into the shadows.
***
Emma Davis slowed down as she reached the check point. This was the fourth one today, and she had only travelled from Bristol to Cirencester.
The man in white overalls pointed his gun at the car. ‘Open the window.’ He shouted.
Winding the window down of the Land Rover, Davis handed over the laminated card that had been on the dashboard.
Willoughby had the idea of identification cards for every member of the Purebloods. This was to make it easy for each of them to travel the country and impossible for those without one. With the right equipment and know-how they were easy to make, but without any power and organisation it was nigh on impossible.
The Purebloods had the upper hand at the moment and they knew it.
The checkpoint guard looked at the ID card and passed it back. ‘Okay you’re free to go.’
Davis released the clutch and wound the window up. It would take another fifteen or so minutes to get to Bourton on the Water, and a meeting with the Doyen and Willoughby.
She was supposed to be meeting him back at base camp in Bristol, but everyone had moved to Bourton where a large clan of Infected had gathered. It was going to be Showtime and Davis couldn’t wait. The thrill of the fight turned her on, and she felt invincible with a gun at her side and men to order about.
Christ I love this new world. She couldn’t stop smiling.
Leaving the Land Rover with the many other vehicles on the outskirts of the picturesque town, she was escorted into the battle area by two young guards.
‘Over there.’ One pointed.
Emma Davis looked over at the small crowd gathered by the memorial statue, just in front of the shallow river.
Willoughby noticed her marching towards the gathering and met her half way. ‘Emma my dear.’ He shook her hand. ‘Sorry to drag you out here.'
‘What’s going down?’ She looked over his shoulder at the many armed Purebloods chomping at the bit.
‘We pushed about fifty or so of the Infected up to this town. Little did we know that about the same number had ransacked the town, moving south from the midlands. Now we have a hundred or so mutant savages creating holy hell.’ Willoughby handed her some ammunition. ‘You’ll need some of this.’
Davis was delighted, she wasn’t sure if she was going to be asked to join the hunt. ‘Thank you sir.’
‘You wanted a meeting with the Doyen?’
‘Just an update as to what is happening down at Taunton.’ Davis rolled her eyes.
‘Trouble?’ Willoughby asked.
‘Doctor Robert; he is a law unto
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