to the reception door, which is also locked. I then look through the window: no sign of movement and the lights are off. I start walking around the edge of the building, looking for an easy entry point.
I hope the Micra is in for a service and not a repair. There might be other cars inside that I can use.
Round the back, there are more doors, old wooden ones with no windows, the few glass panes are filthy and barely offer a glimpse inside.
I could force one of the doors open, but I worry about the noise that this will make.
At the front again, I check the double doors, but they are flush together and well secured. The reception door is the best option as the top half is a large glass pane.
I stand listening for a few seconds.
I will have to be quick, smash the glass, get inside and find the keys - then get out and go.
I pull the bat back and swing at the glass pane in the door. The glass is toughened and fractures, but stays in place. Another swing and the bat smashes a hole in the glass, but the pane remains in place.
The glass is designed to withstand impact and not shatter into pieces. I keep hitting the glass, smashing holes and forcing the bat around to create a hole big enough to climb through. The noise is too much and it’s taking ages to clear the glass, but I keep going; hitting and moving the bat around in circles.
The hole is big enough to lean my head through and I check to see if I can unlock the door from the inside. No good, I look about to check for movement. I can see thick, black smoke in the sky above the village - the fire must have caught on the buildings.
I keep smacking the glass away, until I have cleared a hole big enough to get through.
I slip my bag off and put it through the hole, then I push the bat through. I climb in, which is harder than I thought it would be, as the bottom ledge is too high to step over and I don’t want to enter head first. I have to hop my leg in and straddle the bottom of the frame, then shift my weight over to draw my remaining leg in. Within seconds, a loud alarm is sounding, and, looking up, I see a motion sensor attached to the wall.
I grab my bag and the bat, look about, and see a small sales counter for fuel payment; packaged wiper blades, oils and lubricants are on display.
I go behind the counter… but there are no keys. I check drawers and cupboards – again, nothing.
A door leads into the workshop area and I go through. It’s very dark as the grimy windows are not letting much light in.
I notice light switches on the wall and flick all of them, watching expectantly as fluorescent strip’s blinker on slowly.
There are three clear work bays: one has a car jacked up high enough to walk under, the other two are clear. Tool drawers and various machinery are positioned around the outside. There are shiny red sets of sliding metal trays with cool logos on them - everything seems to have a “snap on” sticker on it.
There is a small, metal key cupboard on the wall, but the door is locked.
I search and find a large, flat-headed screwdriver. Taking this back, I force the end into the gap between the metal door and the frame. I lever back and the door is forced open.
Inside are a few rows of hooks, with various keys hanging down and two sets of car keys on fobs. One of them has the Nissan logo on a metal clasp. I take the keys and head back into reception; the ceaseless, wailing alarm feels like it’s penetrating my skull.
An adult female undead is leaning through the door, groaning and trying to walk forward... her head and shoulders are through the hole.
I use the bat and strike downwards on her head. The undead bends over the frame and I quickly swing upwards and she goes flying back out of the door and keels over.
I look out of the smashed window; she is lying with her feet by the door and her body stretching away.
Her head is at an unnatural angle; the neck broken with either the force of the
I hope the Micra is in for a service and not a repair. There might be other cars inside that I can use.
Round the back, there are more doors, old wooden ones with no windows, the few glass panes are filthy and barely offer a glimpse inside.
I could force one of the doors open, but I worry about the noise that this will make.
At the front again, I check the double doors, but they are flush together and well secured. The reception door is the best option as the top half is a large glass pane.
I stand listening for a few seconds.
I will have to be quick, smash the glass, get inside and find the keys - then get out and go.
I pull the bat back and swing at the glass pane in the door. The glass is toughened and fractures, but stays in place. Another swing and the bat smashes a hole in the glass, but the pane remains in place.
The glass is designed to withstand impact and not shatter into pieces. I keep hitting the glass, smashing holes and forcing the bat around to create a hole big enough to climb through. The noise is too much and it’s taking ages to clear the glass, but I keep going; hitting and moving the bat around in circles.
The hole is big enough to lean my head through and I check to see if I can unlock the door from the inside. No good, I look about to check for movement. I can see thick, black smoke in the sky above the village - the fire must have caught on the buildings.
I keep smacking the glass away, until I have cleared a hole big enough to get through.
I slip my bag off and put it through the hole, then I push the bat through. I climb in, which is harder than I thought it would be, as the bottom ledge is too high to step over and I don’t want to enter head first. I have to hop my leg in and straddle the bottom of the frame, then shift my weight over to draw my remaining leg in. Within seconds, a loud alarm is sounding, and, looking up, I see a motion sensor attached to the wall.
I grab my bag and the bat, look about, and see a small sales counter for fuel payment; packaged wiper blades, oils and lubricants are on display.
I go behind the counter… but there are no keys. I check drawers and cupboards – again, nothing.
A door leads into the workshop area and I go through. It’s very dark as the grimy windows are not letting much light in.
I notice light switches on the wall and flick all of them, watching expectantly as fluorescent strip’s blinker on slowly.
There are three clear work bays: one has a car jacked up high enough to walk under, the other two are clear. Tool drawers and various machinery are positioned around the outside. There are shiny red sets of sliding metal trays with cool logos on them - everything seems to have a “snap on” sticker on it.
There is a small, metal key cupboard on the wall, but the door is locked.
I search and find a large, flat-headed screwdriver. Taking this back, I force the end into the gap between the metal door and the frame. I lever back and the door is forced open.
Inside are a few rows of hooks, with various keys hanging down and two sets of car keys on fobs. One of them has the Nissan logo on a metal clasp. I take the keys and head back into reception; the ceaseless, wailing alarm feels like it’s penetrating my skull.
An adult female undead is leaning through the door, groaning and trying to walk forward... her head and shoulders are through the hole.
I use the bat and strike downwards on her head. The undead bends over the frame and I quickly swing upwards and she goes flying back out of the door and keels over.
I look out of the smashed window; she is lying with her feet by the door and her body stretching away.
Her head is at an unnatural angle; the neck broken with either the force of the
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