did have a small wind up radio which we were happy to find.
Pat returned as we were finishing piling up our looted items by the front door of the house we had sought refuge in. He reported that all went well and the zombies were likely still wandering around the other side of the reservoir. We soon had the loot in the van and we all climbed in, Pat remained in the driver’s seat with Rachel beside him. Claire and Lily made a nest of blankets for the rest of us and we settled in for the journey north.
Chapter 4
The immediate problems we faced with travelling north would of course be the town we had already fled once and following that the larger cities of Leeds and Bradford. If we could get past those safely then we could head north to Skipton and beyond that the Yorkshire Dales national park.
I had visited the place years before and remembered enough to think that it may be a good place for us to lose ourselves for a bit. The dales consist of plenty of hills, forests and deep valleys cut by rivers spread over nearly seven hundred square miles. With scattered hamlets and some small towns we could find somewhere secure to last out the winter with places close by to scavenge for food and equipment that would help us survive this apocalypse.
At the very least we would be away from some of the larger cities and the main roads that would be the easiest way for hordes of undead to travel along. I quietly suggested all of this to Lily and Claire who seemed quite taken with the idea and after a short conversation with Pat and Rachel it was agreed that we would at least try.
Pat assured us that he would let us know if he reached any problems with driving us past the more built up areas. Since I had little interest in watching him navigate the abandoned cars and corpses moving or otherwise, I lay back and tried to get comfortable. Maggie had succumbed to sleep, curled up on her side lying next to Claire and Lily who were chatting.
I had little to add to any small talk and so closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep so they wouldn’t feel any particular need to include me. Despite my lack of interest in whatever they had to say, the van was small and I couldn’t help but overhear them talking. Before long they started to speak about their lives and I started to pay attention and opened my eyes a little.
Claire was speaking about her job, “I worked as a cook in a pub for a few years. Then I got pregnant with Maggie” she said with a fond look at her daughter. “After that I couldn’t work the long hours that the job demanded so I quit and became a full time mum.”
“Yeah I was working in a bar as well just before this. My boyfriend was training to be a doctor and worked at the local hospital.” Lily paused and Claire took her hand and made small comforting sounds, speaking softly. “It’s ok. We hadn’t even been together that long but it was still a shock, knowing that he likely died.”
“I think everyone here will have lost loved ones. I don’t know what happened to my parents. I hope they headed to their place in the Lake District.” Claire said.
“Maybe when we finally get somewhere safe we can travel north and find them.” Lily offered.
“Yes maybe,” Claire replied with a quiet doubt filling her voice. “What about you, any family you want to find?”
“No. My parents passed away a few years ago. I have friends that I would like to know are ok, but I wouldn’t have the first idea where to find them now.”
“I wonder if the others have family and friends they want to try and reach. Perhaps we should ask them when we get the chance. What do you think?”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Lily said with a smile, “For now though we really need to concentrate on getting somewhere safe and finding more food and just things we can use.” She laughed and added “I personally would kill for a decent hairbrush right now.”
“Oh I know that feeling. Poor Maggie will be screaming when I
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