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but there was nothing. If anybody was still alive up there they were keeping themselves very much to themselves.
    I ran into the residential streets, my eyes scanning for an opportunity to enter a house. All I needed was an open door or window. I turned the corner and soon realised I was in a cul de sac. The revenants pursued close behind me. I was trapped. The only place to go was sideways. I headed for the nearest terraced house and dived through the window, which shattered upon contact, landing with a forward roll and coming up face to face with a revenant. In a second the creature was upon me, knocking me over the coffee table and to the floor. I grabbed a hold of its neck with both hands and tried desperately to keep its clamping jaws away from my own throat. The thing possessed a strength I would not have thought possible. Up close it moved very quickly, and I was put in mind of a snake that pounces in a lightening motion. The thing was even stronger than the one I had encountered earlier and I imagined this was because it was even more desperate for flesh having been confined to the house for the duration of its infection. The revenant slammed me against the wall and although I fought as hard as I can still the thing’s jaws gradually came forward towards me. I was losing strength fast. I buckled my legs and allowed myself to fall to the floor, bringing the revenant with me. This done I kicked out hard and propelled it across the room where it tripped over the coffee table and landed on the settee beyond. I leapt to my feet and seized hold of a porcelain ornament from the mantelpiece; doubtless it would have fetched quite a price in the old world but as the revenant came forward and I smashed the object through its skull its value to me as a weapon was plain for all to see. The revenant fell back, down but not defeated. I looked up to see other revenants climbing through the smashed in window with many more behind. I leapt up and charged out of the living room door, slamming it shut behind me, then staggered through the hallway and into the kitchen. Here I seized up a nearby plastic bag and started frantically rummaging through the cupboards, seizing what tins I could. Suddenly there came a shattering of wood as the living room door was breached. It was essential I get upstairs. I started pulling open the drawers and my hands and seized upon a medium sized cleaver which I brandished triumphantly over my head, charging forward back into the hallway and cleaving a massive gash in the face of an advancing revenant. More were filing through into the hallway but I charged these aside and dashed up the stairs, my eyes scanning the ceiling for the loft hatch which I soon found in the upper hallway. I jumped up and punched open the latch then in the same movement latched on with both hands, swung up and inside where I sat down heavily on the ledge, quickly pulling my feet up as the first of the revenants emerged up the stairs. I replaced the latch and lay still in the complete darkness with my eyes closed, breathing heavily. After a few minutes I heaved myself up and fumbled around for the emersion tank, drank heavily from it then reached into the bag for a tin of something. I ate without tasting. It was nourishment and at that moment it was all I needed. Down below came the groaning of the revenants, gnashing their teeth and patrolling around but unless the roof gave in at that point I was perfectly safe. I had never seen one climb up yet. I consumed another tin, and then another and was about to start on a fourth before I realised I needed to store up provisions for a long siege. A thought suddenly struck me. I lifted the loft hatch for a moment so I might have some light and sent the next fifteen minutes checking myself over for bites and scratches. The search was inconclusive. I was cut quite badly in places, although whether this was due to a revenant bite or down to my fall through the window I did not quite know and at