open the door. He turns to me.
“Who’s that?” He says, pointing.
“She’s a friend Ken, I’m doing her a favour.” Rhona’s hand has drifted near to her own gun.
Something bad is about to happen.
“What so you just took off is that it?” Ken says, his voice angry and disbelieving.
I notice that he is bleeding from high up on his right arm, it leaks steadily from under his shirt sleeve and down to his elbow.
I’m pretty sure Rhona has seen it too.
“Yes I took off, to get Pat. He’s my priority.”
Ken’s eyes flash to the back seat. He looks momentarily unsure.
“Andy’s dead, did you know that? We were right outside King’s Cross, half a dozen of those fuckers just tore him apart.”
“Ken I’m sorry-”
“I mean that literally by the way, they tore him to fucking pieces!” Ken’s voice is rising, almost hysterically, it starts to frighten me.
“I know Ken.” Rhona’s voice is low and calm. “I know. That’s exactly why we have to leave, we can’t contain this, it’s a lost cause.”
“Yeah, too fucking right.” He looks back at his car. “That thing’s knackered, I’ll have to come with you.”
Oh no.
“You can’t come with us Ken.” Rhona says in a low voice. Her hand drifts onto the butt of her pistol.
“What?” He lets out a shaky laugh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I can’t have you around Pat. It’s not safe.”
“Not-? You know me Rhona, for fuck’s sake. I’m not dangerous to Pat or anyone else-”
“Not yet maybe, but you will be.” She nods at his injured arm.
He looks confused for a second, then his eyes widen. “What, this? That’s nothing, I wasn’t even bitten, it’s not- I’m not gonna turn into one of them!” Rhona doesn’t move, she is tracking the gun in his hand. As he follows her gaze he realises what she’s looking at and drops his pistol to the floor.
“There, happy? Look it’s me for God’s sake!”
“Get out of here Ken.” Rhona releases the strap holding her pistol in place.
“What? I give up my gun and you’re gonna fucking shoot me is that it?”
“Ken don’t make me-”
He leans his head back and roars laughter.
“Oh that’s good, ‘make you’? I just wanted a little help, some show of fucking solidarity before I-” Suddenly he lunges forward, smashing Rhona into the Fiat. His forearm is on her throat, and he puts his free hand on top of hers, stopping her drawing her own gun.
“Mummy!” Patrick screams from inside the car, Rhona’s face turning a hectic purple.
I drop the bag and run towards him. If I don’t stop him, he’ll kill Rhona, after that he’ll kill me and Patrick too.
I grab his arm and pull, it’s as immovable as an iron bar and slick with sweat. He flings me off easily, Christ he’s strong, but it gives Rhona an opening. She launches her head forward smashing it into Ken’s nose. He reels back with a startled grunt and Rhona draws her own gun belting him across the face and opening a nasty gash on his cheek. As he goes down she kicks him hard in the ribs.
“You fugging bitch you broke my fugging nose!” He yells thickly, blood pouring down his chin.
I pull myself up, I’ll definitely have a wicked bruise on my backside, but I think I just saved us. As I sit up my hand touches something metallic.
“Get up you piece of shit.” Rhona says hoarsely. Her breathing is a little laboured she has the gun on him but she can’t keep it steady.
Shit, she’s going to pass out.
Ken has seen this too and he starts to grin. He feigns a move to his left, Rhona tracks him, too slow, and fires a shot as he moves back to the right. The report is loud as the bullet thumps into the door of the police car, and before she can fire again Ken traps her arm under his and swings a huge fist straight into her face. She
“Who’s that?” He says, pointing.
“She’s a friend Ken, I’m doing her a favour.” Rhona’s hand has drifted near to her own gun.
Something bad is about to happen.
“What so you just took off is that it?” Ken says, his voice angry and disbelieving.
I notice that he is bleeding from high up on his right arm, it leaks steadily from under his shirt sleeve and down to his elbow.
I’m pretty sure Rhona has seen it too.
“Yes I took off, to get Pat. He’s my priority.”
Ken’s eyes flash to the back seat. He looks momentarily unsure.
“Andy’s dead, did you know that? We were right outside King’s Cross, half a dozen of those fuckers just tore him apart.”
“Ken I’m sorry-”
“I mean that literally by the way, they tore him to fucking pieces!” Ken’s voice is rising, almost hysterically, it starts to frighten me.
“I know Ken.” Rhona’s voice is low and calm. “I know. That’s exactly why we have to leave, we can’t contain this, it’s a lost cause.”
“Yeah, too fucking right.” He looks back at his car. “That thing’s knackered, I’ll have to come with you.”
Oh no.
“You can’t come with us Ken.” Rhona says in a low voice. Her hand drifts onto the butt of her pistol.
“What?” He lets out a shaky laugh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I can’t have you around Pat. It’s not safe.”
“Not-? You know me Rhona, for fuck’s sake. I’m not dangerous to Pat or anyone else-”
“Not yet maybe, but you will be.” She nods at his injured arm.
He looks confused for a second, then his eyes widen. “What, this? That’s nothing, I wasn’t even bitten, it’s not- I’m not gonna turn into one of them!” Rhona doesn’t move, she is tracking the gun in his hand. As he follows her gaze he realises what she’s looking at and drops his pistol to the floor.
“There, happy? Look it’s me for God’s sake!”
“Get out of here Ken.” Rhona releases the strap holding her pistol in place.
“What? I give up my gun and you’re gonna fucking shoot me is that it?”
“Ken don’t make me-”
He leans his head back and roars laughter.
“Oh that’s good, ‘make you’? I just wanted a little help, some show of fucking solidarity before I-” Suddenly he lunges forward, smashing Rhona into the Fiat. His forearm is on her throat, and he puts his free hand on top of hers, stopping her drawing her own gun.
“Mummy!” Patrick screams from inside the car, Rhona’s face turning a hectic purple.
I drop the bag and run towards him. If I don’t stop him, he’ll kill Rhona, after that he’ll kill me and Patrick too.
I grab his arm and pull, it’s as immovable as an iron bar and slick with sweat. He flings me off easily, Christ he’s strong, but it gives Rhona an opening. She launches her head forward smashing it into Ken’s nose. He reels back with a startled grunt and Rhona draws her own gun belting him across the face and opening a nasty gash on his cheek. As he goes down she kicks him hard in the ribs.
“You fugging bitch you broke my fugging nose!” He yells thickly, blood pouring down his chin.
I pull myself up, I’ll definitely have a wicked bruise on my backside, but I think I just saved us. As I sit up my hand touches something metallic.
“Get up you piece of shit.” Rhona says hoarsely. Her breathing is a little laboured she has the gun on him but she can’t keep it steady.
Shit, she’s going to pass out.
Ken has seen this too and he starts to grin. He feigns a move to his left, Rhona tracks him, too slow, and fires a shot as he moves back to the right. The report is loud as the bullet thumps into the door of the police car, and before she can fire again Ken traps her arm under his and swings a huge fist straight into her face. She
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