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had begun to fall was one thing, there had been beds there but there had been no real security.  This place was, if nothing else, totally secure.  The Dead would never breach these walls.  Unless someone did something monumentally stupid, or insane, that was.  Smart Girl's voice over the intercom informed us that breakfast was ready in the dining hall.  The Colonel was already present, naturally, poring over floor plans and blueprints of the facility that she had presumably had Smart Guy dig up for her.
     
     
     
    “I'm staying here,”  She said by way of greeting.  “These people need me more than you guys do, I need to teach these two at least how to take care of themselves.  Besides, we can keep in touch relatively easily with one of us here.  We should use this as a kind of headquarters for now, until you get to Canberra.  If you find any survivors send them here.  We will have the immediate area under constant satellite surveillance, so we'll see them before the Dead do.”
     
     
     
    I asked Smart Guy just how he had managed to rig satellites that could see through the cloud cover.  He responded with some vague incomprehensible gibberish in science speak, which Smart Girl translated for us.  These were spy satellites that they had hacked into, with ridiculously high resolution cameras and a handy little-known sonic gadget that could bore a tiny hole through any amount of cloud cover, imperceptible to any below, that was just perfect for ridiculously high resolution cameras.  Smart Guy told us that the country that had made the satellites they were currently using had no more use for them.
     
     
     
    The Colonel told us that she had heard of those particular sonic gadgets, and that was not all they were capable of.  She would elaborate no further other than to say simply that they would be of little use against the Dead.
     
     
     
    Smart Girl served up breakfast, of all things steak and eggs, and we ate it all, savouring every glorious bite.  Over breakfast, she asked me if I wanted to help out with the retrieval of another group of survivors.  I asked her for the details, and she shyly asked me to follow her into one of the computer labs.
     
     
     
    On the main screen she pulled up the latest satellite view of the area.  They had barricaded themselves up in a pub, of all places, and according to their latest text message were being slowly overrun.  They had fled to the roof of the pub, via a balcony.  The Dead had found their way to the upper floor, and were currently battering down the door to the balcony.  The other danger was that this group of four was in serious danger of freezing to death.  Another day in the open would do it.  The pub, like so many in Australia, looked to have once been a church.  I suggested to Smart Girl that she tell them to get to the steeple and hang the fuck on, and asked when do we leave.  She smiled, saying that the pilot was just about to take off.  I should grab a partner, head down to the armoury and grab some weapons, then up to the helipad, she said.
     
     
     
    noon
     
    Helicopters are fucking noisy, let me tell you!  Took Junior with me, grabbed a couple of assault rifles that The Colonel showed us how to use, took our .45s as well, plus plenty of extra ammo.  I had hoped to be able to come up with some plan with Junior on the way to the new group, but the noise of the rotors was too intense for any form of conversation.  Pilot flew the chopper with ease, despite the shitty weather, and before too long we arrived at the pub.  Sure enough, four of them, still clothed for summer, clung to the steeple for dear life, as Dead poured out into the balcony below them.  Several of the Dead looked very fresh, presumably from this very group.
     
     
     
    The Dead were trying their rotting little hearts out to get to the four Living on the roof of the pub, ignoring the helicopter almost directly above them.  Junior and I shot the nearest and most