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from someone, anyone.
    Jack shrugged his shoulders. "If anyone sees anything, we leave the area. That's all we can do."
    "And what happens if these things come out on a night, and end up surrounding us?"
    "We've already been through this," Gary intervened. "Our options are limited. If they surround us, then I suggest we try and make a run for it. Because if there's just a few, there'll be more to come."
    "But I can't understand why they would come here anyway, especially during the night," Kerry spoke up. "We're in the middle of nowhere. There's no light or noise that would attract them here. Even if they pass where we are, if we're not making a noise, there's no reason why they should try and get in. They might just walk past the hall."
    "Unless they can smell us," Gary said.
    The group fell silent, and Gary's unwanted, yet, realistic comment, hushed the camp, albeit temporarily.
    "Is that what the radio station said when you were in prison?" Jemma quizzed, eventually interrupting the quietude with everyone now waiting for what Gary's next sentence was going to be.
    "They didn't know for sure. But I assume they must be able to smell you to a certain degree."
    "What gives you that impression?" Ian Jenson threw another query at the twenty-six-year-old.
    "I dunno." Gary shrugged his shoulders. "Just a guess."
    "You said they were determined buggers."
    Gary nodded and added, "When me and Jack were at Stile Cop...when we ran from them, they kept on following us. Some of them even walked through flames to get to us and followed us up the Stile Cop Road. They just never gave up; they're like robots."
    "So, back to the smell theory. If there's hundreds of them," Ian Jenson began to try and lighten the mood, and stood to his feet and comically raised his arms out. Thomas and young Yoler began to giggle, "and I get in the middle of them and pretend to be one of them by moaning, rolling my eyes and walking like a drunk, I wouldn't get away with it?"
    Gary smiled. Aware that there were children about, he leaned forward and whispered in Ian's ear. "You'd be ripped to pieces within seconds."
    Ian's hilarity soon stopped when Gary made his announcement and he sat down.
    Because the group had left their houses as soon as the news of the pandemic hit the TVs, most of them, apart from driving past the odd one, had no experience of being face-to-face with them. So whenever the subject of the beings came up, which was regular, the group always turned to Jack and Gary for information. Not only had they experienced being near them, they had also killed some as well.
    Kerry asked, trying to change the dark mood covering the camp, "Is Paul back yet?"
    Gary shook his head. "That guy's a strange one. Why does he always insist on going out on his own? I told him that I'd tag along. Another person with a bag, means more food."
    "He just prefers it that way." Jemma stuck up for the thirty-one-year-old, who wasn't there to defend himself. "I don't think he likes to be responsible for anyone else, just himself."
    "Paul lived in the next village. I think looting houses for food is just an excuse. We still have a reasonable amount left." Kerry spoke up, and a sombre hush fell onto the group. "I think when he's out there, he's really looking for his family."

Chapter Six
     
    The food was running a little short and both needed to sleep properly, preferably in a bed where there was no noise. The van went through the bendy lanes and had only passed two vehicles—a HGV and a pick-up truck full of men. Once they finally arrived at the outskirts of Heath Hayes, they decided to pull up at the very first house on the main road, as the road further on looked to lead nowhere. They had no preferential destination; all they wanted was a safe haven, and they knew that the multi-storey car park was driving them insane. It seemed a good idea at the time, a desperate idea, but three days was enough without warmth, something comfortable to sit on, and their mental health