The Dead Walk The Earth II

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sat herself down with a heavy sigh, he stepped closer to investigate what the dull black glint had been that he had seen in the light for just a fraction of a second. He checked over his shoulder and could barely see her. She was too far away to be able to see what he was doing and he crouched down, blindly feeling for the object over the dusty concrete floor. Then his hand brushed against it.
    It was cold and heavy and made from metal. He folded his hand around the hard plastic grip and raised it up close to his eyes for inspection. He kept his body turned away from Tina so that she could not see the treasure he had found. Affectionately, he ran his fingers over the smooth steel and along the length of the top-slide. He could feel the tiny grooves of the lettering stencilled along the side of it and although he could not identify the exact make of it in the darkness, he had played enough video games and watched enough movies to be able to make an educated guess that it was a nine millimetre calibre.
    He felt for the bottom of the pistol grip and the magazine that was still securely inside the housing. He did not want to release it and check if there were any rounds inside. The noise would alert Tina to his find. Instead, he tucked it into the waistband of his jeans and ensured that his t-shirt covered any sign of it. He would examine the weapon in private later and away from prying eyes.
    “Should we get some food?” He suggested merrily as he turned back to his sister and hungrily rubbed at his bloated abdomen.
     

 
    6
     
    Back at the barn, Danny and Bull hefted their cargo out from the rear of the Land Rover and carried it towards the house. Stan was standing, watching them and as usual, he gave off no indication of whether he was happy to see them or not. The large red scars, sustained during the battle at Manchester airport, running down the side of his face and neck made him appear more ferocious than ever.
    “How did you get on?” He asked.
    “No dramas,” Marty replied as he climbed out from the driver’s door, clutching a cigarette between his teeth. “I think they have everything they need now and I get the impression that the counter offensive is going to begin pretty soon.”
    “You think so?”
    Marty slung his rifle and pack over his shoulder, and shrugged violently to encourage the heavy equipment to sit comfortably on his aching muscles. Stan turned and they walked side by side back towards the front of the house.
    “Well, yeah,” Marty grunted as they entered in through the wide doorway and placed his kit down beside it. “There’s a lot of prep going on down there at HQ and all the brass are running about like headless chickens.”
    “Yeah, I’ve had a warning order from Gerry,” Stan replied while his attention was focussed on the crate that was being placed in the centre of the floor. “He says that it could begin within the next couple of weeks but since most of our forces never made it back from the Middle East and Korea, they have decided on narrowing the spearhead instead of the Blitzkrieg style offensive they were hoping for. They’re concentrating their efforts on just a handful of cities to begin with now and then, moving on to further ops once the initial objectives are complete and secure. What have you brought back?”
    Bull looked across at Marty then grinned back at their commander. He snapped the locking clasps up and with the toe of his boot, he kicked off the lid to the armoured box and revealed its interior.
    Inside Stan saw the four car batteries, fuse boxes, transformer, and a mass of cables and other electronics and testing equipment that he had ordered them to bring back. There was another crate within the box and Stan blinked with disbelief when he read the yellow stencilling and saw the warning labels. He took a cautious step back and looked at Marty.
    “What the fuck are you doing with a bunch of S-Mines?”
    “We found them,” Marty replied casually.
    “We

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