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their gear, “but what now?”
    “I would guess that there are two dozen sets of assorted suits of armor,” Vix said. “Also, there are all of these weapons that are ready to use. Now we see if we can find any other survivors and build our own stronghold.”
    “And where will we be doing that?” Harold asked, hearing something in Vix ’s voice that made him just a bit nervous.
    “Where else?” Vix said with a shrug.
    “You can’t be serious,” Gemma scoffed.
    “That is lunacy!” Harold added. “And what makes you think that somebody else has not already thought of that…or that it might even be some place that we could get inside?”
    Vix relayed what she had seen when they were running from a particular zombie horde. The looks on Harold and Gemma’s faces did not change from the obvious doubt they both expressed verbally.
    “So you saw a few of the bearskins and a couple of dogs,” Harold finally spoke after a moment of silence. “That hardly means that the palace is vacant. Besides, I have been in London this entire time. You don ’t think I looked? That place was hell on earth. The zoms were meters deep all the way around the walls. The noise and the stench was enough to tell me that it would be folly to even consider trying to get inside that place.”
    “When was the last time that you went to the palace?” Vix asked.
    Harold counted on his fingers as he mumbled to himself. At last he seemed satisfied. “About seventeen weeks…so just over four months ago if I remember correctly.”
    “You don ’t think that things could have changed since then?” Vix asked.
    “Of course, but still—” he began.
    “Then we go,” Vix snapped. “If the area is still a shambles, then we make our way out of town. It is not like we can’t find another castle in all of England.”
    “And you propose that we simply walk about in these bloody suits through the streets of London, and perhaps to the countryside?” Harold argued.
    “Not at all. But I do say that we go out and clear this place. We are in the heart of the city. If I remember proper, then we just have a jog over to St. Paul’s and then follow A4 until it leads to the palace gates.”
    “I could not jog down the hallway in this,” Gemma moaned. Vix shot her a withering look.
    “We cannot be the only souls left alive in all of London!” Vix insisted. “If we can clear this place and block off at least one section and start finding others, I think we can make this work.”
    “I have an idea,” Harold offered. “I understand what you are saying, but what if we could find a lorry and I could get it wor king? We load up all of these suits and make a run for the Thames. We could hop a boat and make for the sea.”
    Vix thought it over. She had not really thought beyond ge tting here and finding the suits of armor. She had hoped that, perhaps along the way, she and Gemma might find a few kindred souls to share in the adventure. So far, it had been one young man, still a boy really. She looked over at Gemma who continued to fuss and fidget with her gear; obviously thinking that she might somehow find a way to make all this metal somewhat comfortable.
    “Perhaps—” Vix began, but Harold cut her off, his voice heavy with excitement.
    “I saw a white panel number as we came in. It was parked in the loading dock. All we need to do is fight our way up and to the rear and I bet I can get her running. The biggest question will be the petrol. It goes bad over time and that might be a pro blem.”
    “We can worry about that when the time comes,” Vix said.
    “So…I take it we are leaving again?” Gemma huffed.
     
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    The dream was the same as he’d had the past several nights. He had reached the back yard of the house he’d left Frank and Donna. It was clear, but he could see plenty of activity in the front. Through the open curtains, he could see dark shadows moving through the house.
    He climbed the fence with April and the others on