Dead Tropics by Sue Edge Page A

have doors so there was nothing to keep the zombies out indefinitely. Lucas and Emma were looking at me questioningly. I did the universal sign for zombies - two arms held limply out in front of me - while I wracked my mind for an answer. We needed a distraction, I decided. The question was, what?
    The kitchen contained the basics that campers would need to cook dinner - stove top, a couple of pans and pots, some cutlery, a kettle and a microwave. That was pretty much it. Coming to a decision, I whispered my plan to the others and then, very quietly, gathered the pots and pans, carefully placed the metal cutlery in them, and moved to the doorway furthest from the dining zombies.
    'Here goes nothing.' I muttered under my breath, preparing to throw the items onto the paved pathway.
    A hand shot out and gripped my wrist. Startled, I looked up to meet Lucas' apologetic eyes.
    "Sorry, Lori" he whispered. "but you throw like a girl. If we're going to do this, we need this stuff to land as far from us as possible." I couldn't argue with that!
    Silently, I handed over the pots and pans to him and gestured for him to go ahead. He launched the pots and then the pans through the air. With unerring aim, they landed an impressive twenty feet away on the pavement. The noise as they landed was shattering! I cringed back, terrified that the plan would backfire and bring the zombies straight to us.
    I crept back to the other entrance and poked my head around the doorway. Sure enough, five of the six zombies had staggered to their feet and moved off to investigate the racket. One, however, would not be distracted from his menu. Fortunately, he had his back to us so we could still go ahead as planned.
    Gesturing to the others, I - oh so gently - placed my feet on the grass. Light as a ballet dancer, I tiptoed towards the end of the kitchen block and peered around it. In every direction, I could see zombies but, thankfully, none in the immediate vicinity. With a bit of luck, we might make it to the laundry without being seen. Holding my bat forward in readiness, I crept across the grass towards the laundry, my eye always on the back of the crouching zombie. To my relief, I reached the laundry without incident.
    "Now what?" Emma gasped as she joined me in the laundry. A fine sheen of sweat coated her lip.
    I shrugged. "More of the same till we reach the office, I guess."
    She groaned. "I was afraid you'd say that."
    The laundry also sported two entrances. From the far one, I could see that we were approaching the caravan portion of the park. And beyond it, the large 'Reception' sign stood like a beacon above the building we sought. Almost there! I felt like doing a jig.
    A dash across the path brought us unseen to a space between the two nearest caravans. As we paused to catch our breaths, the sound of dragging feet hit us. They were near, really near. But which direction?! Pressing ourselves against the caravan wall, we froze as a zombie lurched by on our left. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he passed only a few feet away. The bloodstained skin showed that he had already dined on human flesh.
    As the zombie disappeared, I let out a shaky breath. Jerking my head at the others, I inched around the caravan. It was clear on the other side so we raced to the rear of the next caravan. My hands were clammy and cold as I pressed myself against the caravan wall. The bat was threatening to slip out of my grip.
    We made our way through a few more rows of caravans unseen, hearts pumping, hands sweating. At any moment, I expected to be spotted and hear the terrifyingly familiar sound of many moans mingling with hundreds of clumsy footsteps dogging me.
    Then, the moment I had dreaded, panicked human voices, running towards us, undoubtedly bringing a lot of zombies in their wake.
     
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    I exchanged an alarmed look with Emma. Quickly, I moved to the front of the caravan and risked a look around. My stomach dropped as I saw three young children, a