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the homework club — but now I was fighting the undead on a tiny island off the coast of Wales. This weekend away was the teachers’ way of saying thanks for all our hard work — and Mr Blake had even arranged for us to stay here on Shell Island before it officially opened to visitors. He’d showed us on the map that it wasn’t really an island, but when the tide came in and flooded the road, the camp site was cut off from the mainland until —
     
    “ARGH!”
     
    The sound jerked me back to my senses, and I quickly remembered that I was out in the open. Miss Edwards might be finally dead, but Mr Blake was still out here somewhere, hungrily searching for human flesh. I stood, taking care not to put too much weight on my twisted ankle. It hurt, but not enough to keep me from searching for somewhere to hide.
     
    I hurried up the beach and over the sand dunes to the main camping ground. I knew our flimsy tents wouldn’t provide any protection, but I was sure I’d spotted a small concrete shed. The moon was ducking in and out from behind a gathering bank of clouds and it was difficult to see but — yes! There it was!
     
    I half-ran, half-stumbled across the camp site to the shed. I fell against the rough stone wall and took a moment to catch my breath. Then I began to circle the building, looking for the door. In the distance, I could just make out the orange glow of the fire we’d started on the beach to cook dinner. Mr Blake had dug a pit and filled it with wood and clumps of dried grass, and he was just setting it alight when that thing — whatever it was — had risen up out of the sand and bitten him.
     
    My fingers moved from concrete to wood. I’d found the door! If I was right, this would be the place where the site’s groundskeeper kept all his tools — tools which could be used as weapons against anything or anyone that wanted to eat me. Thankfully, the door was unlocked and I quietly slipped inside the shed… where a hand grabbed me by the throat and shoved me hard against the wall.
     
    “Listen to me, you brain-sucking scum! There’s no way I’m going to let you eat the contents of my head or anyone else’s, get it?!”
     
    I caught a glint of metal in the thin shaft of moonlight that crept in through the single, filthy window. I knew the owner of that voice — and she was holding a pair of gardening shears!
     
    “Lydia!” I cried. “It’s me — Josh!”
     
    There was a CLICK, and the powerful beam of a torch was aimed at my face.
     
    “I know who it is,” snarled Lydia. “I just don’t know if you’re safe to be around.”
     
    “I… I am!” I stammered as her grip tightened around my throat. “I haven’t been bitten!”
     
    Lydia’s eyes glinted angrily in the torchlight as she brought the shears closer to my face.
     
    “Prove it!”

I blinked in the torchlight. “You want me to prove I’m not a zombie?”
     
    “Exactly!”
     
    “Well, I know we’re both in serious danger, and I haven’t tried to rip your face off yet — how’s that for proof?”
     
    With a sigh, Lydia relaxed her grip and slumped to the floor. “Sorry,” she said. “I just had to be sure.”
     
    “It’s OK,” I said, rubbing at my throat. Then I heard a sob. “Who’s that?”
     
    Lydia swung the torch round to reveal a second girl hunched up in the far corner. Her dress was torn and her face was streaked with tears.
     
    “Amy!” I said, hurrying over. “Are you OK?”
     
    “She won’t answer,” said Lydia. “She hasn’t said a word since I dragged her away from the beach. I think she’s in shock.”
     
    “I’m not surprised,” I said, taking off my jacket and wrapping it around Amy’s shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it might help her to stop shivering. “What was that thing that bit Mr Blake?”
     
    “Who knows?” said Lydia. “It looked like some sort of half-human, half-crab thing, but I didn’t hang around to look.”
     
    “Me