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remembered something. "There's a woman and two daughters that we brought back with us a few days ago when I went to Draycott Park. You know what happened to them?"
    "Lee and James McDonald put them somewhere on Hill Street."
    "Wow," Karen began to laugh. "You've certainly done your homework."
    "I think it's called...having too much time on your hands."
    "That's something I'm gonna have to get used to."
    Paul cleared his throat, and Karen knew that his action was preparing himself to fire a question at her. "So how are you coping with everything?"
    Paul kept the front door open and sat on the concrete step. Karen took a few steps forwards, turned on her heels and sat next to him.
    "I'm doing okay?" Karen nodded. "I'm doing just fine."
    "You sure?"
    Karen stared at Paul. She stared so long that he became a little twitchy. He opened his mouth, about to ask Karen if there was anything wrong, but she turned away and said, "Yeah. I'm sure."

Chapter Seven
     
    The black boots traipsed through the heavy bracken and another two pairs were following behind. The large figure then suddenly stopped, took a look around, and pointed west. "This way," he growled.
    The two men that were behind him stared at one another briefly, shrugged their shoulders, then continued to walk in the same direction as him. The walk had been a quiet affair, and the trip through the woods had been ongoing for an hour, and they were almost out of water.
    The big man scrunched his eyes and could see that the woods were now thinning and that they were coming to the end of this wooded section. Once all three stepped out and onto a dirt path, the huge chap stopped walking and turned to his two companions. "Get something to eat. We rest for ten minutes before we tackle that." He pointed up the big hill.
    "What's up there?" Johnny 'Willie' Wilson was the first to speak.
    "Food and water, hopefully," said the man that they called The Bear, or simply just Bear .
    "I'm not familiar with this place." Frederick scratched at his short blonde hair.
    The Bear growled, "I came here once when I was a kid. Up there's Cardboard Hill, and over that hill is an estate."
    "Good." Willie stroked his ginger ponytail. "I don't care about food, I just want a drink."
    The Bear went through his bag and pulled out a tin of tuna and a packet of digestive biscuits. He opened the tin with his blade, ate the tuna, then began to devour the biscuits.
    Frederick and Willie were also munching away, and Frederick, with a mouth full of pretzels, turned to Bear and asked, "What do you wanna achieve, you know, in the long-term?"
    Bear never showed an expression on his face, pulled out his kukri from the leather holster it was in, and began to sharpen it on the rock by his feet. "What do you think?"
    Frederick looked at Willie and began to tremble. After the weeks they had spent together, they still didn't know this man well at all. He was from their prison, but was from a different wing. It was only by chance that they came together when they bumped into one another in Stafford.
    Leaving Stafford and going to small villages and towns was an idea that Bear had come up with. If they wanted food they needed to go into a town or village, but Bear wanted them to stay away from the cities. The Bear had come to the conclusion that the city probably had thousands upon thousands of Roamers—a name that Willie gave the dead.
    The Bear stood up straight and threw his bag over his shoulders, kukri in his right hand and glared at Frederick. "I'm waiting for an answer."
    Thirty-one-year-old Paul Frederick shrugged his shoulders and said with a shiver, "To survive, I suppose." He looked at Willie for back-up, but he had his head down. On a couple of occasions Bear had given them a slap. And despite both Willie and Frederick being jailbirds and were in for heinous crimes, The Bear was at a different level to these two.
    Paul Frederick was inside for rape. He had been sentenced to eleven years for three transgressions,