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shouted.
    “You bet!” he replied. “Can we all fit on the next
chopper?” he asked.
    She turned back, counting the number of people in
her head.
    “No way, three of us are going to have to stay
behind!”
    As the second Super Huey landed he started to strip
off his body armour and gear.
    “How did your water training go, Sergeant?” he asked
with a grin.
    Fernanda grinned as she pulled at the Velcro straps
on her webbing.
    Armstrong appeared, helping Dr Garcia to the
aircraft whilst the rest of the unit piled into the helicopter.
    “Come on you two, we need to go!” said the
Captain.
    Armstrong turned back and was helped into the
overcrowded aircraft. Captain Black waved them off, shouting into
his headset to go. The zombies were now at the pad and lifting
themselves up. The Captain pulled out his handgun and emptied the
weapon at the first to climb the ledge.
    The pilot, obviously shaken by the appearance of the
zombies applied power and the aircraft started to lift off, leaving
Captain Black, Fernanda and Kowalski. More of the zombies climbed
onto the pad and started moving towards their little group.
     
    “Time to go!” laughed Fernanda as she ran for the
edge and leapt off the vessel and towards the deep ocean.
     
    CHAPTER
FOUR
     
    ENGLAND
     
    Dave was peering out of the window as the Land Rover
chugged on down the wet and muddy country road. He was armoured up
in an assortment of anything that would provide protection. A
battered old biker’s jacket was the base layer on his body, with a
custom built armoured vest on top. The last year had taught him
that he didn’t have to just protect himself from the zombies, but
hostile humans too. This metal plate lined armour provided sturdy
protection from a shotgun shell or hand-to-hand weapon. Around his
legs he wore thick leather armour, re-enforced with metal
splints.
    Beside Dave sat Tommy, his closest friend over the
last few months. Tommy was an aggressive man who would always jump
in at the deep end, but was also a worthy ally. At twenty four
years old when the outbreak begun, he’d worked in a factory
assembling cars.
    The old hunk of iron that carried them was a series
Land Rover, older than either of the men in it. The 109-inch
wheelbase truck that they lovingly referred to as Kate after their
favourite movie star, was retro fitted with armour plating and
chicken wire.
    “That was a shit haul,” said Tommy.
    “True, but it’ll help,” said Dave.
    “It’s not enough though, is it?” said Tommy.
    He was referring to their most recent haul. They’d
been on a raid to find supplies, them and the other vehicle behind
them. The second vehicle, a Daihatsu Fourtrak, also had two
occupants. The large quantities of red diesel held on the
surrounding farms had given them a great head start on keeping
their vehicles running. Two vehicles with two men each was the
group’s standard operating procedure, never risking too many people
outside their compound, but always having a backup vehicle.
    They arrived at large gates built from a mix of wood
and metal parts bolted and welded together, with multiple layers of
chicken wire spanning them entirely. The gates were eight feet
high, the same as the walls they were attached to. This was the
entrance to the place that Dave and many other survivors now called
their home.
    In reality, the compound was nothing more than a
wealthy landowner’s property that had been re-enforced with the
help of survivors. The owner still lived in the house and commanded
the ragtag group of survivors which had made it this far. The land
spanned a hundred acres or more, but they controlled and commanded
just ten.
    The gates were pulled back by the man and woman who
were on guard at that time and let the vehicles pass through. Dave
gave a nod to Ben and Vicky who were on watch. They drove along the
farm track to the house. It was a large old building, with six
bedrooms, all now converted for them to live in. The lower windows
of the