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but resiliently after
them, their mouths open and their eyes crazed! Yup, these were zombies for
sure.

 
      Without conscious thought, they both went
straight to their second rule- weaponry and very quickly scooped up the arsenal
that had been purchased that very morning before the world had gone mad. Rule
Three was a no-brainer and they struggled against an oncoming tide of man and
monster. They had almost reached the doors, where only an hour before they had
entered excited and hungry, when they had heard the gun shot and the man's
incredulous cry of 'Why has he been shot?'

 
      This too would be a question for later, right
now though with gun shots being heard outside and cannibalism rife inside, a
hiding place was tantamount to survival. It was at this point that Ant spotted,
amongst the melee, the determined stride of two young lads wearing the
recognisable company logo on their t- shirts. He grabbed one of Scott's over
loaded arms, pulling him in the same direction as Jon and Jordan were headed.
The four were soon in the relatively quiet safety of the dark recess, and as
Jordan frantically scrambled to punch in the vital numbers of the code, getting
it wrong the first couple of times, Jon suddenly felt the presence of others
behind him and instinctively jumped into a karate stance instilled in him from
his childhood love of a certain film.

 
    “ It's okay man” said Ant, slightly shaken at the sudden movement. “We're on the same
team!”

 
    Jordan finally remembered the
correct numbers in the correct sequence and, as the door to the sanctuary
opened, the four men stormed in closing the door very quickly and very firmly behind
them.

 
 
    Once inside the safety of the
little office, Scott and Ant laid down their arms. The stash covered the
surface of the desk and with an impressed smile, Jordan looked them both up and
down and in an overly dramatic voice said the words “Welcome, Soldiers!”

 
    Scott held back a gasp of
laughter. How absurd was it that the young lad in front of them who looked like
a real life Johnny Bravo was addressing them both as soldiers? But then how
absurd was the situation on the other side of the door where previously
civilised diners had dumped all etiquette and table manners and were ripping
out, and feasting upon the entrails of strangers and family members alike?

 
    Life as they knew it had
ended, things were never going to be the same again, and although Scott's heart
had felt squeezed by an icy hand at this very thought, another part of him had
suddenly felt empowered and rejuvenated at the thought of the Quest that had
somehow been thrust upon them. Normal everyday actions like deciding what to
have for tea would now become mini- adventures (albeit danger of death ones) He
looked across at Ant and saw the exact same thoughts reflected in his face.
Although they had never actually prayed for this to happen, all of those hours
of discussing strategies had not been in vain. They were ready for this. And
yes......maybe they were soldiers!  

 
    “Choose your weapons!” said a
very composed Ant pointing to the array of items on the table. Jon was the
first to move, quickly bagsying a pair of Wolverine claws that he'd spied
underneath the Biolite mini camping stove.

 
    “Ok,” said Ant “But when we
get through this- and we will- just remember to give them back. I've wanted a
pair for ages!”

 
    Jordan added to the booty a
few little hidden gems of his own, such as a baseball bat, a broken- off chair
leg and a thick heavy chain that lay in the desk draw.

 
      “Really?” gasped Jon, looking surprised.

 
    “These machines generate a
fair bit of cash,” explained Jordan indignantly. “Man's gotta '
be prepared!”

 
    It was whilst the weapons
were being chosen and applied (as in the case of the claws and the Samurai
umbrellas) or concealed in pockets (as in the case of the thick chain and the
bottle of Sex panther- Scott was not going