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were on patrol. The camp had a minimum of three on guard at all times, each and every man and woman knew that falling asleep could mean death for everyone.
    Madison was lying flat on the canvas of the wagon, peering up at the beautiful clear sky, whilst Jack sat up watching the fires, the conversation, and the pig. Night time was almost always the survivors favourite time of day, when they could relax and rest, the darkness camouflaging their bedraggled look. At night they could at least have the pretence of a normal life, before the fight for survival began each day, the constant travelling and foraging.
    “Not so bad is it?” asked Jack.
    “What is?”
    “Life.”
    “It has its moments,” said Madison.
    “And how is that any different to life before the zombies? We still worked crappy day jobs, had family arguments and long journeys. Now we just do the same, but without fast food chains,” said Jack.
    “ Mmm , I could kill for a pizza.”
    “You know a lot of people used to wish for this sort of life, of simplicity, of a basic purpose in life, a driving force,” Jack said thoughtfully.
    “What fucking idiots,” Madison replied.
    “Really? Surely it’s instinctive to humans. We didn’t start with supermarkets, live news and fashion stores.”
    “No, but we progressed to it, and now we have stepped backwards,” she said.
    “And yet we used to meet people all the time who regretted so much of their lives, wasted and unfulfilled.”
    Madison sat up, not annoyed to have been interrupted in her star gazing, but more curious as to how the Zombie Apocalypse could be explained as a positive move for humanity.
    “You see, we now lead as natural a life as any creature could, survival of the fittest and all that,” Jack continued.
    “How do you mean?”
    “Well, surely we are now equal to all creatures on earth. Without our technology and vast industry we only have our natural, God given advantages to survive with,” said Jack.
    “Which are?”
    “Our brains, how many creatures can use a hammer, an axe or a gun? We’ve always been considered top of the food chain, perhaps it’s time we proved it, being as special as we are,” said Jack.
    “Yeah, well you can see how that went. We tried, we lost, now we’re second in the food chain.”
    “Far from it, we’re the predators, they’re the prey. Many predators can be taken down when facing superior odds of their prey, but like for like, we are still on top,” said Jack.
    “Then how do you explain the current apocalypse?”
    “Survival of the fittest,” Jack replied.
    “Well, not to rain on your parade, but we’re quickly getting extinct,” said Madison.
    “Maybe, but we still live as kings, and we’ll do it in style,” said Jack.
    Madison giggled.
    Dale walked casually up to the wagon, a fire axe slung over his shoulder and a machete on his belt as he patrolled.
    “That’s reassuring,” he said.
    “Haven’t you got work to?” Madison asked him.
    “I’m doing it, can’t you see?”
    He swung the axe down in front of him and clutched it in both hands, looking pleased with himself.
    “Well get on with it then,” said Jack.
    Dale grumbled and threw the axe back up onto his shoulder.
    “I needed to piss anyway,” he said.
    He carried on walking and went thirty yards out from the perimeter of the camp to some bushes, until he found somewhere out of sight. Dale threw his axe down to the ground and unbuttoned his fly, sighing as he relieved himself. He buttoned his jeans back up and turned to pick up his axe but froze in shock at the sight of a zombie that was standing over his weapon, staggering slowly towards him. Quickly peering around he realised it was a lone creature and he relaxed a little.
    “Fuck me, you scared me you little bastard.”
    The creature was only a few paces away but was moving very slowly, as Dale drew his machete from its sheath.
    “Say hello to my little friend.”
    He took a single step forward and slammed the