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15th June

Reluctantly, Adam and I hit the road again today, and we’re some way down the road, about a quarter of the way back to the chemistry lab.

It took some doing, tearing ourselves away from a nice comfortable army base, with its 10 foot high fences, virtually unlimited weapons, and crates of food.  Still, we had promised the Doc we’d return to him with what we could.

The biggest dilemma was how to get more than what we could carry in our backpacks back to the lab.  That was soon solved when we found the golf carts. One was kitted out with a flat-bed on the back and we loaded this up with plenty of ammo, weapons and food, but then came the issue of the 6 years of dormancy slowly draining the batteries dead.

We discovered the generator – a huge, green metal box with an exhaust chimney sticking out the top.  A bit of tinkering and swearing and kicking later and it was up and chuffing out black smoke, coughing and choking on overaged diesel.  Once running with some semblance of normalcy, it was generating power and I plugged in the cart to charge up for a few hours.

We’ve long since scooped up all of the bodies and had a mass bonfire some way from the barracks.  This was a solid day’s work, but made the place a little more bearable.

So we’re on the road now.  Thankfully this electric buggy is quiet enough that we can zip along without attracting too much attention. We’re spending the night off the road and in a culvert under the road where things are slightly more defendable than being exposed out on the road.  We’ve got the food, we’ve got the ammo, we just need to make it through a few more nights out in the open again before we’re back at the lab and safe once more.

Hold it, I hear something…

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9th June

We’ve spent a couple of nights here now. We both feel safe behind the fence. Well, if a bunch of undead soldiers couldn’t find their way out for six years, what’s to say any will find their way in any time soon? Still, we check the perimeter just to be on the safe side.

Adam loves the short confidence course the soldiers must have used to keep fit. Some of the logs and climbs are a bit too high for him, but it’s the next best thing to a jungle gym for the poor chap.

We’ve got food here, in the way of expired dry rations. We’ve got security behind the fence. And to top it all off, we’ve got a truck load of weapons and ammo. Now, if only we could find a way to get this lot back to the Doc for his all new and improved inventions.

No hurry though, think we’ll stick it out a few more days and see what cunning plan I can come up with to get some of this food and ammo back to the chemical lab.

It’s nice to feel safe again, even if it is for a short time.

 
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7th June

It was Adam who made me think of the idea when he reminded me that the 12 foot high fence looked like the killing cage back in Sanctuary, that town all those weeks back. There they allowed the walkers to stumble into a cage, and then from the safety of the other side of the fence they just poked holes in their brains.

We spent most of this afternoon making a wide circumference of the perimeter fence to make sure there weren’t any holes or gates left open. Everything looks buttoned up pretty tight. The latch on the gate clipped it shut when it swung back into place from the spring attached, and any Living could easily unclip it to get in. Fortunately the snotties on the other hand don’t have the mental capacity to get around this wee conundrum.

As we broke cover and made for the fence out in the open they spotted us and started getting all excitable and dribbly. The first few were no bother, and Adam took up his usual position of watching our backs for a rear ambush as I poked the sharp end of a crow bar through the fence into the brain stem of each of them in turn. They simply didn’t care when their fellow comrades in arms (and in some cases, without arms) fell dead again at their feet. They purely focused on getting at me and Adam through the fence, completely oblivious to the fate awaiting them at the end of the high tensile bar in my hands.

All their shuffling and shaking of the fence to get to us attracted more and more of the blighters. I had to move up and down the fence as the piles of corpses on the ground were stopping others getting close enough to the fence for me to poke in the head. Despite the one or two books I read, or was it movies I saw, on zombies, the ones in real life don’t moan and groan. They are silent, and this is the most dangerous thing about them. Yes, they make one heck of a racket, as the ones did today, when there is something in their way and they’re trying to get at fresh meat, but no noises actually come from their mouths. That is unless you count the gurgling and slobbering you sometimes hear. But I put this down to excess bodily juices, not actual vocal capabilities.

As the numbers dwindled, Adam and I made our way towards the gate. I let Adam shoot the last couple. In this way he got a bit of target practice, and the noise would attract any stragglers from inside the compound. We had to be extra vigilant though as it would also attract anything from outside the compound too.

The clean up inside the compound was pretty straightforward. It appeared that only one guy had remained indoors when it all went down as there was nobody behind locked doors. There was one guy in the john though. He was stuck in a cubicle. We carefully let him out, ready to dispatch him and he just fell on his face. The rotting trousers around his ankles tripped him up. A chop to the back of the head ensured he stayed there and we were done. Adam and I looked at one another after that and just about wet ourselves over the poor blighter’s situation. Still, we were in the right room if we did come close to wetting ourselves.

We’ve found a load of expired dry rations and some semi comfortable cots to bunk down in tonight. It all got a bit too late to scavenge much more in the dark before we had to lock ourselves down for the evening.

All up, a good day’s work and more vitamins from the meal we just had than we’ve had in a long time. Excellent.

 
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6th June

We spent the day lurking in the bushes keeping an eye on the compound beyond the chain-link fence today.

That’s the thing about the army, and more so one which trains soldiers of all levels: they drum into them over and over again the importance of protecting one another. This is why a well trained army works so well it’s not just camaraderie and brotherhood. When the faecal matter impacts the turbine you know that your fellow trained buddies will have your back as you would have theirs. Now, herein lies the problem when it comes to a zombie apocalypse. You can have all the fences, barbed wire, guns and military training to keep the bad guys out, but if one of your own gets bitten, the first thing you do is pull them into the safety of your compound. It’s like that worm that gets into the apple and eats it from the inside out. It looks all shiny and wholesome from the outside, but inside it has been eaten alive.

So too it appears that this apple had seen its days not too long after the outbreak took hold. I’m sure they put up a great fight – the noise of several hundred guns going off would have attracted the slovs from miles around, but in the end, all it took was one infected comrade to be brought inside the compound before the place rotted at the core.

The army fatigues are hard to make out after so many years draped over a rotting corpse, but the lurchers stumbling aimlessly around inside the fence all look like they had died young. From our pozzie we can make out about 30 of them, so who knows how many are scattered throughout the place.

This is going to be about as much fun as a blunt stick in the eyeball.

 
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2nd June

It’s amazing how quickly nature re-took all of the man-made infrastructure. After only 2 years the weeds were already poking through cracks in the roads, and the fields formally close cropped by machines and animals alike were full of tall swaying grass and wild tangles of brambles. Let alone now, more than six years on now since any lawns were mowed or weeds sprayed, the world is a tangled mess of growth and the force of man no more than rotting brick and steel piles. The sharp and severe edges of the man-made world worn blunt by the pressure of encroaching nature reclaiming its rightful ownership of the planet.

We trudge down a dirt path worn by the hooves of the plentiful deer – those too swift to be caught out by the lumbering zoms that is. The path runs roughly parallel to the overgrown road we are following. We are extra cautious out here in what we term the jungle. Thankfully the English forests are too hammered by the harsh winters to have much in the way of undergrowth, but visibility is still only a few metres in any direction, and Adam and I stay on high alert for any unusual noises. The snap of a twig will stop us in our tracks, alert for anything coming out of the woods at us.

The map has been marked with the roads we are to follow to get to the army training facility. Walking on the roads, and with a tail wind, we might make it in a few days. Keeping off the main thoroughfares as we prefer, it is more likely to be 4 to 5 days one way.

I had contemplated leaving Adam with the Doc, but for one thing, Adam couldn’t bear to be away from me that long, and the other thing is the Doc is such a scatterbrain and away with the fairies most of the time, if anything really went down Adam was probably the more streetwise of the two anyway. No, he’s safer with me I think.

Our camp this evening is a hollow in between the roots of a very large tree. I don’t know what flavour tree, I’ve never been that into horticulture. All I can say is, it’s less comfortable than the floor of an office in Doc’s building, but far better than the middle of a field in the rain, which we can attest to doing on several occasions.

Let’s get this mission over with so we can get back to the home comforts of an office floor and a slap up meal of chocolate bars.

 
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