Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book 3): March by Dave Rowlands Page A
Authors: Dave Rowlands
Tags: Zombies
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Apocalypse Girl insisting on coming along.
The Principal nattered away as we wandered the perimeter of the lands he had staked out for his group. Not much of it was relevant, mostly meandering mumblings of a mind that was lost, at least in part, in the past. When we came to the area that we had helped to defend last night, however, he stopped, turned around and thanked the two of us for our assistance, complete with handshake. He apologised for having The Colonel thrown out, saying that he had made certain that a small group from The School were keeping her company since we intended to continue our journey to the national capitol. Apocalypse Girl pointed out, rightly, that had it not been for The Colonel we would have died long ago, and asked The Principal to relent. Smiling apologetically, he shook his head and began trudging through the snow once more.
noon
Another group of Dead had attempted entry while we wandered the perimeter, much smaller than last night, and put down with a minimum of fuss. The Guide had seen to the rest of our group, sharing food from the local supermarket with them, and resupplying us in thanks for our swift actions the night before.
Foreman was loudly ordering people around, making various improvements to the defences, dropping easily enough back into the role he had played before the world had gone to shit. Doctor and Nurse ran about, checking those involved in the defence of the breach for all injuries, Dead bites primarily of course, but I saw a couple of freshly splinted arms and a couple of bandaged heads out there. Those two were certainly busier here than they had been in The Think Tank, that much was sure.
I looked everywhere for Archer and The Twin, but was unable to spot them until Apocalypse Girl nudged me and pointed upwards. They patrolled the rooftop of The School armed with a bow and pair of binoculars. It was almost impossible to distinguish features in the gloom, but having spent as much time with those two as we had I knew them by their mannerisms. Beyond them the clouds hung low, dark and heavy.
evening
In the house we shared with Redbeard and Firecracker, Apocalypse Girl and I spoke together awhile after dinner. This was a community that we had a great deal in common with, we could live here and live well. The Commune had felt like home for a while, brief though it had been, and The Think Tank had been comfortable, if sterile, but had never truly felt right as a place to live . This School did. Nearly half of our group wanted to stay here already, after all. It was pretty clear that Apocalypse Girl wanted to stay too. I could understand that, really. A large part of me wanted to stay here as well. The Principal had a quick wit and a keen mind, he was clearly a good leader.
I told her that I had made a promise to The Colonel, that I would help her make it to Canberra. Apocalypse Girl didn't like this much, but eventually she saw reason. I also told her that when we get to Canberra, The Colonel will go her own way, and the rest of us would be free to either go with her, or head for The Facility, or back to The School. Wherever the fuck we wanted to go, basically. As long as we're together.
Shortly afterwards, the nightly chorus of coupling began. Shortly after that, Apocalypse Girl and I began a quiet little duet of our own.
March 13Year 1 A.Z.
morning
During breakfast with The Principal I gave voice to our intention to return after our next journey. He was not surprised at all. Smiling, he welcomed our decision, but warned us that to the north were not only huge numbers of Dead, but several groups of raiders and thugs, bandits all. One group in particular we needed to avoid, he told us. They called themselves The Followers and they were led by somebody known as The Disciple. They were a new group on the scene, but by all accounts they were savage and brutal killers that gathered women
The Principal nattered away as we wandered the perimeter of the lands he had staked out for his group. Not much of it was relevant, mostly meandering mumblings of a mind that was lost, at least in part, in the past. When we came to the area that we had helped to defend last night, however, he stopped, turned around and thanked the two of us for our assistance, complete with handshake. He apologised for having The Colonel thrown out, saying that he had made certain that a small group from The School were keeping her company since we intended to continue our journey to the national capitol. Apocalypse Girl pointed out, rightly, that had it not been for The Colonel we would have died long ago, and asked The Principal to relent. Smiling apologetically, he shook his head and began trudging through the snow once more.
noon
Another group of Dead had attempted entry while we wandered the perimeter, much smaller than last night, and put down with a minimum of fuss. The Guide had seen to the rest of our group, sharing food from the local supermarket with them, and resupplying us in thanks for our swift actions the night before.
Foreman was loudly ordering people around, making various improvements to the defences, dropping easily enough back into the role he had played before the world had gone to shit. Doctor and Nurse ran about, checking those involved in the defence of the breach for all injuries, Dead bites primarily of course, but I saw a couple of freshly splinted arms and a couple of bandaged heads out there. Those two were certainly busier here than they had been in The Think Tank, that much was sure.
I looked everywhere for Archer and The Twin, but was unable to spot them until Apocalypse Girl nudged me and pointed upwards. They patrolled the rooftop of The School armed with a bow and pair of binoculars. It was almost impossible to distinguish features in the gloom, but having spent as much time with those two as we had I knew them by their mannerisms. Beyond them the clouds hung low, dark and heavy.
evening
In the house we shared with Redbeard and Firecracker, Apocalypse Girl and I spoke together awhile after dinner. This was a community that we had a great deal in common with, we could live here and live well. The Commune had felt like home for a while, brief though it had been, and The Think Tank had been comfortable, if sterile, but had never truly felt right as a place to live . This School did. Nearly half of our group wanted to stay here already, after all. It was pretty clear that Apocalypse Girl wanted to stay too. I could understand that, really. A large part of me wanted to stay here as well. The Principal had a quick wit and a keen mind, he was clearly a good leader.
I told her that I had made a promise to The Colonel, that I would help her make it to Canberra. Apocalypse Girl didn't like this much, but eventually she saw reason. I also told her that when we get to Canberra, The Colonel will go her own way, and the rest of us would be free to either go with her, or head for The Facility, or back to The School. Wherever the fuck we wanted to go, basically. As long as we're together.
Shortly afterwards, the nightly chorus of coupling began. Shortly after that, Apocalypse Girl and I began a quiet little duet of our own.
March 13Year 1 A.Z.
morning
During breakfast with The Principal I gave voice to our intention to return after our next journey. He was not surprised at all. Smiling, he welcomed our decision, but warned us that to the north were not only huge numbers of Dead, but several groups of raiders and thugs, bandits all. One group in particular we needed to avoid, he told us. They called themselves The Followers and they were led by somebody known as The Disciple. They were a new group on the scene, but by all accounts they were savage and brutal killers that gathered women
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