Zombie Dawn Apocalypse by Michael G. Thomas Page A

manner of evil and hardship in the last few years, but never had she had to kill her friends on such a huge scale. As far as she was concerned they were the last twenty-two people in the world, to have to kill or let die over three quarters of them seemed utterly dire and beyond belief.
    “And then what, what are we going to do?” she asked.
    “Load up, head out,” said Jack.
    “With so few of us left?”
    “That’s what we have, we can’t change that,” said Wells.
    “Come on, we have to get this done, or we’ll all be finished,” whispered Jack.
    “Madison, you check Riley, Justin and Joey over. Wells, you’re with me, grab a weapon.”
    Wells picked up a hammer that was lying on the ground, Jack took up his two handed mace, a far better weapon when you had the space and time to manoeuvre it.   Jack looked out across the bloody mess of the dead and wounded. None of those able to move had done so yet, not wanting to leave the community they’d lived and worked for.
    “Go on! Go!” shouted Jack.
    Those that could finally began to stagger away from the camp, eight in total, wandering into the wilderness knowing full well that they had a matter of hours to live, or at least as human beings. Jack lifted his crude club and smashed it down onto the head of his first victim.
    “Jack!” shouted Madison.
    He spun around, on edge and alert.
    “What is it?”
    “Get over here quick!”
    He rushed over, not sure what to expect, but already concerned by her long face. He reached her position as she pointed to Joey’s blood stained jacket. She lifted the jacket up revealing ripped flesh and blood beneath. Jack lowered his head in disappointment, yet another friend who was finished.
    “Hey, Joey, when did you get bit?” asked Jack.
    “What?”
    “That bite on your side, that just happen?”
    “What? I didn’t get bit!” shouted Joey.
      “That isn’t a scratch, Joey!” shouted Jack.
    “But I didn’t feel anything, I would have noticed!”
    “Maybe you were asleep, maybe with the adrenaline and panic you didn’t feel it, I don’t know, but the only way you got that injury is from a bite. I’m sorry, but your time is over,” said Jack quietly.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I’m not going to do anything, you’re going to take a walk and not come back.”
    “This is bullshit. Maddy , you don’t believe that do you?” asked Joey.
    “I’m sorry, but that’s the truth, nothing any of us can do about it,” she answered him.
    “This is fucking bullshit, so I am supposed to go and die somewhere?”
    “Afraid so, or let us end it for you quickly,” Jack said.
    “Well fuck this and fuck you!” shouted Joey.
    He threw down the iron bar he was holding and stormed out of the camp, mortified by his situation, and disgusted by his friend’s response.
    “That could have gone better,” said Riley.
    “Not really, how else can you tell a man he’s going to die, either alone and without fuss, or risk the lives of everyone around him? He’ll realise before the end that he made the right decision,” said Wells.
    “Not to be funny here, but now there are only five of us, how can we survive?” asked Justin.
    “We do our best, it’s all anyone can do, and all that God can expect of us,” said Wells.
    “And that’s done us a world of good so far.”
    Madison was about to agree with Justin, but stopped as she noticed an increasingly loud banging noise.
    “What the hell is that?” she asked.
    “What?” asked Jack.
    “Listen, that noise.”
    They all went silent, intently listening. The noise got louder and more frequent, a crashing noise, something that was truly worrying in a world with so few humans left. Jack grabbed his binoculars and walked twenty yards until he stood in what loosely resembled a street, staring down the line of dusty buildings. He raised his binoculars to his eyes and looked out for some sign of movement. At first he could see nothing, but then his attention was drawn