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was a large fishing trawler beached on the rocks. The vessel was in rough shape, the hull smashed and breached in a few places and it was lying almost on its side, completely stuck on dry land.
    “Oh shit, that’s exactly where they will have gone,” said Dave.
    “Why?”
    “Wouldn’t you have when you were a boy?” said Dave.
    “Fuck, yeah,” said Tommy.
    “Exactly.”
    “What do you reckon is onboard?” asked Tommy.
    “Who knows, could be empty, bodies maybe, though I don’t like the look of it already,” Dave replied.
    He threw down the boy’s cap and walked out to the two men stood outside.
    “The lads were here, but now we have a trawler on the rocks below. It’s likely where they went, but let’s take this easy, we have no idea what to expect, it could contain useful supplies, it could be dangerous, we just don’t know,” said Dave.
    “How long do you reckon it’s been there?” asked Jones.
    “I would say the storm last night chucked it ashore, someone would have spotted it if it was there much longer. Let’s get on.”
    The men made their way slowly towards the stricken vessel. The dirty, smashed wreck was a depressing sight, made worse by the increasing rate of rain that was pouring down on them. Tommy took point across the pebbles and rocks to the huge hulk. He crept closer towards wreck, clearly weary and a little frightened, it was an ominous looking thing. He stopped and looked down.
    “ Uhhh , Dave, what the fuck is that?”
    Dave stepped forwards towards Tommy’s position and looked down to see what looked like a fairly fresh pool of blood. The two looked at each other with fear, both praying that this was not the same hell they had experienced years before.
    “Look, there are drops of it heading towards the ship, let’s check it out, and be ready for anything,” said Dave.
    They stepped quietly and carefully towards the rusty hulk, heading for the opposite side. There were a couple of large holes in the bulkhead, clearly breached by the vessel being lashed upon the rocks. As they took the bend around the large bow, Tommy could already see one of the boys stood fifty feet in front beside of the hull.
    “Dave, Dave,” said Tommy.
    Dave came into view of the boy, not knowing whether to be relieved or concerned. It was Ryan, and his back was turned to the men, just stood, looking out to sea. The men stepped warily closer towards the boy, praying that he was just in shock.
    “Ryan, hey Ryan, it’s Dave. Are you okay, son?”
    There was no response. They continued to step closer, not letting their guard down, following the shape of the tall hulk.
    “Ryan, talk to me,” pleaded Tommy.
    Finally, the boy started to turn around, and Dave began to feel a sense of relief already but his hopes were dashed within seconds. As the boy turned to look at the men, the crazy eyes of the zombie horde was quickly apparent, blood staining much of his clothing.
    “Fuck me sideway,” said Dave.
    “Jesus Christ, not again, not my Ryan!” sobbed Tommy.
    All of the men raised their weapons, but as Jones strung an arrow onto his bow he was struck from the side. A zombie had burst out from a gaping wound in the ship’s hull and knocked him to the floor with its bodyweight. The other three men turned to react but the creature had already taken hold and driven its teeth into Jones’ throat, the man screamed out in agony. Dave shouldered his shotgun to fire, but Steve had noticed Ryan was almost onto them already, he swung the stock out and clubbed the boy in the face, smashed his nose and knocking him backwards.
    Dave pulled the first trigger on his shotgun, the creature’s head above Jones exploded, sending blood all over the wounded man. Dave immediately turned and lined the shotgun up to Ryan’s head, not hesitating to fire. The skull exploded as the ball bearings tore through the boy’s small skull, his body toppling lifelessly to the stones.
    “Jones?” asked Dave.
    The man could not