asked.
“My dad.”
I nodded. “Your dad a military man? Local politician?”
“He’s the local vicar.”
I threw back my head and laughed out loud. “I see it all now,” I chuckled. “You’re trying to pray this infection away!”
I regretted my words straight away. Kit looked at me angrily and was in the process of retorting as I raised my hands in an apologetic gesture when all of a sudden the truck veered violently from one side of the road to the other. I seized a hold of the sides and clung on for dear life as Kit made herself low on the floor. I snapped my head towards the driver’s compartment to be greeted with the sight of Farrow desperately trying to repel the newly turned revenant from his throat. The brakes were slammed on and we were both thrown forward and I tumbled over the cab of the truck as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop in a ditch where it lay at an angle on its side. Aside from a few bruises I was otherwise unhurt and recovered myself straight away. I retrieved my hammer which had fallen a little way down the grass verge and ran around to open the driver’s side door. The two of them fell out straight away, Farrow still grappling with the revenant although I could see that with the deep gash to his throat he was weakening by the second. I raised the hammer and smashed it hard into the revenant’s head, shattering it against the open driver’s side door. The revenant fell back and was still. Farrow lay on the floor moaning softly, his mouth opening and closing. Kit knelt down beside him. I grabbed hold of her and pulled her away. “Are you fucking crazy?” I exclaimed.
“But he’s still alive!” Protested Kit.
“Alive in name only,” I retorted. “Even without the epidemic there wouldn’t be much we could do for him.”
“But we can’t just leave him!”
I looked towards Farrow, slumped against the driver’s seat, blood cascading down his shirt from the gash in his throat. For now he was dying but judging from the size of his wound I estimated he would turn in a matter of minutes. “Come on,” I said urgently. “We have to get out of here.”
“But the truck…” began Kit.
“Fuck the truck!” I exclaimed angrily, motioning towards its upended wheels. “You think we’re going to be able to put our shoulders to it? That was a loud crash we just made and they’ll have heard it for some distance. The best thing we can do now is take what we can and get out of here.”
Kit seemed about to argue but the appearance of a revenant shambling down the road towards us soon changed her mind. She grabbed a rucksack from the back and slung it over her shoulder.
“Quickly,” I said. “At least we’ve got the supplies.”
“Two days of tins don’t mean shit when we’ve lost two good men and a truck,” muttered Kit bitterly as we started hurrying away from the scene at a brisk pace.
We set off down the road at a brisk pace. Kit had her head down and was silent. I didn’t doubt she was taking the loss badly. Just before we came into the village Kit turned us off at a footpath and we walked down a long track by a field. I saw the church tower a long way off of course and as we got closer I was somewhat reassured at its isolated position, set quite a way back from the village with only a single solitary farmhouse for company and nothing else in any direction except open fields. “Did you know them well?” I asked eventually, unable to bear the silence any longer.
“All my life,” replied Kit sullenly. “Farrow was a mechanic whilst Block was a plumber.”
“Tradesmen huh?” I said thoughtfully. “Good people to have around at a time like this.”
“Yeah until they get fucking killed,” spat Kit. “This is a disaster, you know that? An absolute fucking catastrophe.”
“It’s not as bad as you think,” I said in all serious. “Now you’ve got me.”
Kit turned her head to look at me closely. “You’re a real cold blooded piece of work, you know
“My dad.”
I nodded. “Your dad a military man? Local politician?”
“He’s the local vicar.”
I threw back my head and laughed out loud. “I see it all now,” I chuckled. “You’re trying to pray this infection away!”
I regretted my words straight away. Kit looked at me angrily and was in the process of retorting as I raised my hands in an apologetic gesture when all of a sudden the truck veered violently from one side of the road to the other. I seized a hold of the sides and clung on for dear life as Kit made herself low on the floor. I snapped my head towards the driver’s compartment to be greeted with the sight of Farrow desperately trying to repel the newly turned revenant from his throat. The brakes were slammed on and we were both thrown forward and I tumbled over the cab of the truck as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop in a ditch where it lay at an angle on its side. Aside from a few bruises I was otherwise unhurt and recovered myself straight away. I retrieved my hammer which had fallen a little way down the grass verge and ran around to open the driver’s side door. The two of them fell out straight away, Farrow still grappling with the revenant although I could see that with the deep gash to his throat he was weakening by the second. I raised the hammer and smashed it hard into the revenant’s head, shattering it against the open driver’s side door. The revenant fell back and was still. Farrow lay on the floor moaning softly, his mouth opening and closing. Kit knelt down beside him. I grabbed hold of her and pulled her away. “Are you fucking crazy?” I exclaimed.
“But he’s still alive!” Protested Kit.
“Alive in name only,” I retorted. “Even without the epidemic there wouldn’t be much we could do for him.”
“But we can’t just leave him!”
I looked towards Farrow, slumped against the driver’s seat, blood cascading down his shirt from the gash in his throat. For now he was dying but judging from the size of his wound I estimated he would turn in a matter of minutes. “Come on,” I said urgently. “We have to get out of here.”
“But the truck…” began Kit.
“Fuck the truck!” I exclaimed angrily, motioning towards its upended wheels. “You think we’re going to be able to put our shoulders to it? That was a loud crash we just made and they’ll have heard it for some distance. The best thing we can do now is take what we can and get out of here.”
Kit seemed about to argue but the appearance of a revenant shambling down the road towards us soon changed her mind. She grabbed a rucksack from the back and slung it over her shoulder.
“Quickly,” I said. “At least we’ve got the supplies.”
“Two days of tins don’t mean shit when we’ve lost two good men and a truck,” muttered Kit bitterly as we started hurrying away from the scene at a brisk pace.
We set off down the road at a brisk pace. Kit had her head down and was silent. I didn’t doubt she was taking the loss badly. Just before we came into the village Kit turned us off at a footpath and we walked down a long track by a field. I saw the church tower a long way off of course and as we got closer I was somewhat reassured at its isolated position, set quite a way back from the village with only a single solitary farmhouse for company and nothing else in any direction except open fields. “Did you know them well?” I asked eventually, unable to bear the silence any longer.
“All my life,” replied Kit sullenly. “Farrow was a mechanic whilst Block was a plumber.”
“Tradesmen huh?” I said thoughtfully. “Good people to have around at a time like this.”
“Yeah until they get fucking killed,” spat Kit. “This is a disaster, you know that? An absolute fucking catastrophe.”
“It’s not as bad as you think,” I said in all serious. “Now you’ve got me.”
Kit turned her head to look at me closely. “You’re a real cold blooded piece of work, you know
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