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we can get on that?” he asked.
    “That’s gonna get us well over the border, my boy. Good call. You go see what food you can collect from the house and sling it in a bag. I’ve just had an idea!”
    Caleb rolled the Hilux out of the garage, popped the bonnet and made his way back to the workshop. As he was returning with the scythes the boy was bringing their bags out to the truck.
    “I thought I would get these first…. What are they for?” He said as he slung the bags and weapons into the back.
    “Oh, these? I just thought they would come in handy.” Caleb said flippantly.
    The boy just shook his head and walked back to the house. Caleb opened the bonnet and put a scythe either side of the engine with the blades hanging out over the wheel arches. They were a terrible fit, but he knew they would be. He lowered the hood and waited for the boy. He didn’t have to wait long however.
    The boy came out of the house in a dead run, spilling tins and packets behind him, “Go, Go!” he screamed, “They’re coming, they’re coming!”
    Caleb lifted the bonnet as high as he could and slammed it shut, buckling the sides of it upwards to make room for the scythes, but it didn’t catch. He tried again, it still didn’t catch. The boy was nearly at the truck and he could see the infected coming round the side of the house. He climbed on top of the bonnet and jumped on the front of it with both feet, finally he felt it catch beneath him and he clambered over the truck to the still open driver’s door. As he climbed inside, the boy was at the passenger side rattling on the window, he popped the door open then closed his own. Shouting, “Lock it!” to the boy he reached for the clutch and slammed it into first, just as he heard a thump coming from the back of the truck. He gunned the engine, wheel spinning away from the house, spraying the infected fuckers with gravel, sliding out of the driveway and down the single lane road.
    “Fucking hell, son.... Too close! Too fucking close!”
    “Dad....”
    “Holy shitballs, we need to be more careful!”
    “ Dad! ”
    “ What? ”
    “There’s one in the back!”
    Caleb looked in the rear view mirror to see one of the infected staring right back at him, desperately clawing at the rear window of the cab, pressing its rancid, torn face against the glass. When he looked back to the road they were rapidly approaching a T junction and he slammed on the breaks. The infected slapped its rotting carcass against the window and did a flip over the roof of the truck rolling across the bonnet and onto the tarmac. Caleb stuck it in reverse and backed up a little as the bastard was getting up.
    “The rest are still coming!”  The boy said looking out the back
    “I see them,” Caleb gunned the engine, looking in the rear view at them, then he swung the steering to the left and lined the right side of the truck at the infected who was dragging its leg towards them. They shot forward, leaving the others in the dust. The scythe blade sticking out the right side went clean through the torso of the limper, spraying thick coagulated blood over the windscreen.
    “Better keep your window wound up son.” Caleb said chuckling as he scooshed the windows and let the wipers clear away the blood! The boy finally stopped looking out the back window when they disappeared round the next bend in the road.
    “I’m not sure the truck was such a good idea Dad!”
    “We’re away from them now son, don’t worry!”
    “But more will hear us, they’ll be running now. Wont they?”
    “Aye, But we’re faster ain’t we?
    “I suppose....” The boy was shaken. They couldn’t have been far behind him when he left the house.
    “Try the radio son, see if you can get west FM!” He just gave him one of those patented blank looks and switched on the radio. ‘I’ll take that blank look over fear,’ Caleb thought to himself. There is too much fear in the boy’s heart as it is. I’ve got to keep him