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Bellahouston Park the previous day. He’d warned us not to linger in the area and threatened violent consequences if we didn’t leave. Hopefully, he’d take pity on his injured colleagues and let us leave without any more disruption.
    “We’re all shot up, Clarkie,” Puffer Jacket continued. “You should see what they did to poor, wee Mackenzie. They burned him up, man. The big man behind me is a fucking animal, so he is.”
    “Okay, that’s enough of the hysterics,” Smith growled. He glanced at the rest of us. “They’re not shooting yet but let’s move before they come up with a plan. Which way do we want to go, Jimmy?”
    I glanced at Jimmy when he took more than a few seconds to answer the question. His face was creased in a pained expression and I almost heard his brain ticking over in thought.
    “Come on, Jimmy,” Smith whispered. “Which way do we get out of here?”
    “That way,” Jimmy said, nodding his head to the right.
    I wasn’t totally convinced Jimmy knew where to go but we couldn’t stand still for much longer. We edged to our right, slowly shuffling the injured men in front of us. Ginger groaned and nearly fell over and I had to force him with my free hand to remain standing.
    “You won’t get far, ya bastards,” a voice boomed from the flat roof tops above us. “Those are some good guys you’ve got with you down there. Don’t you fucking dare kill them. We’ll be coming aftae youse. Don’t you worry aboot that.”
    I didn’t expect Clarkie or whoever was shouting at us to say anything different. We’d continuously been hunted since the undead outbreak began. A few pissed off, hostile Glaswegians weren’t going to make much of a difference to our plight.
    “Stay where you are on the roofs or these guys get slaughtered,” Smith yelled back. “Put down your guns and nobody gets hurt.”
    I listened but didn’t hear any clattering sounds of grounded firearms.
    “They’re not playing ball, Smith,” I whispered, feeling a rising sense of panic.
    “I didn’t expect them to,” Smith replied. “Just keep moving, kid and keep your eyes on those buildings. If you see muzzle flashes or hear a shot then open up at them, but keep these guys in place in front of you.”
    I gulped and nodded, noticing shadowy figures moving along the roof tops above us.
    “Stay still or these guys get their throats slit,” Smith boomed.
    Puffer Jacket audibly whimpered at the severity of Smith’s threat.
    “Remember what I said,” Smith snarled in the guy’s ear. “Keep quiet and you might live through the next ten minutes.”
    “My leg is fucking killing me, man,” Puffer Jacket huffed. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
    Smith moved his head backward away from his captive when Puffer Jacket vomited violently into the snow on the ground.
    “Nice, real nice, pal,” Smith muttered, wincing at the pungent stench of puke.
    Ginger remained silent in front of me, but I noticed he too was starting to flag. He stumbled with increasing regularity and I was forced to keep him steady. Only the old bearded guy in front of Wingate and Jimmy seemed to be keeping his poise.
    “They’re going into freefall, Smith,” Wingate whispered. “They’re suffering from blood loss and shock, not to mention they’ve probably endured bone fragmentation. Why did you have to shoot them? Couldn’t you have just taken them hostage?”
    “Ah, they wouldn’t have listened,” Smith protested. “Besides, there were more of them than us. No way they would have quit and surrendered without a fight.”
    We edged further towards the end of the street and I took another glance at the roof tops opposite. I couldn’t see any silhouetted figures but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. I had the horrible feeling that those guys were watching us from the shadows, ready to rain gunfire on us as soon as we thought we were safe.
    Ginger was shivering violently and nearly went face first onto the sidewalk again. I