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house were still heavily barricaded from by initial defences
from nearly a year before.
    This compound housed just nineteen of the lucky few
who had made it this far. Nobody truly knew how many humans were
left in the world. Occasionally they met friendly survivors who
would either stay a while and move on or occasionally make the
place their home. More often than not the survivors they met were
hostile.
    Dave could never understand the number of people who
turned on each other at such a time of crisis and need. Why, when
so few humans inhabited the earth, would they choose to fight each
other? Working together their odds of survival in both resources
and combat were hugely improved, though not everyone understood
that.
    The vehicles pulled up in front of the old house.
Roger, the man in charge and owner, was already walking out to
greet them. The house was called Everglade, a name all now used to
describe their home.
    “How’d it go?” asked Roger.
    “Not great,” said Tommy.
    “Didn’t you find anything?” asked Roger.
    “Yeah, sure. We found some stuff, he’s just being a
miserable bastard,” said Dave.
    “Fuck you!” said Tommy.
    “Well come on then, let’s see what you’ve got,” said
Roger.
    Dave opened up the back of the Land Rover. They had
foraged for supplies at a petrol station on the edge of a small
town. Their leader would never let them roam into areas that used
to be inhabited by large numbers of people. He deemed it far too
risky. Not all the party agreed with this, but the command had been
followed until this point. They had recovered various junk foods,
crisps, chocolate bars, soft drinks and some alcohol.
    “No canned food?” asked Roger.
    “Unfortunately not,” said Dave.
    “Ah well, at least we can keep our sugar levels
high!” said Roger.
    The quirky landowner was ever the optimist. He was
in his early sixties and had never really had to work much, having
been born into money. Sadly, this luxury meant that he owned no
livestock, nor knew anything of farming, other than how to keep the
place looking tidy.
    “We need to go where the good stuff is,” said
Tommy.
    “We’ve been through this before, laddie. We go where
it is relatively safe and nothing more,” said Roger.
    “But there are massive shops full of stuff waiting
for us, we just have to go and get it,” said Tommy.
    “We’re just a handful of survivors in a world that
wants to eat us, we cannot afford just one life lost,” said
Roger.
    “Then we do it quickly,” said Tommy.
    “I’m sorry, but I will not hear anymore of this, you
must accept that we’re doing what is best for all of us,” said
Roger.
    “Come on, Tommy. We’ve been through this before,”
said Dave.
    Tommy huffed in frustration, knowing this was a
battle he couldn’t win. He knew that he could bring back the best
food any of them had seen since this began, but his superiors held
him back. The hierarchy in this compound was a tricky thing. In
part, your authority was dictated by how long you’d been there,
Dave being one of the first handful and who commanded respect. Dave
had never wanted power, but he’d settled well into being one of
Roger’s key men.
    Roger had allocated ranks or positions to everyone
in the group. His closest allies were known as Captains, which were
Dave and one other, Luke. Roger considered combat training a
priority, with everyone practicing regularly, though more recently
he had begun to emphasise the need for self sufficiency. He’d
almost lost two survivors in a raid that strayed too far into a
town just a month before. He knew all too well that the food they
could find in shops would only last a couple of years more, and
that the real solution came in making or growing your own.
    Dave noticed Kailey walking out of the house towards
them, an ever growing smile stretching across her face. The very
knowledge that he could see and talk to her each and every day was
willpower enough to keep going. A reason to work at