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place was banked up. Several had crashed into one another at the gates, blocking the rest. The walking dead were attacking the people stuck in cars. Some people were getting out and making a run for it.
    “Holy dooley!” said Bruce.
    “What are they?” asked Connor.
    “Look like zombies to me, mate,” said Dylan.
    “What?” asked Bruce.
    “They come back from the dead and bite people, who then become like them. If something acts and looks like a zombie, I call it one,” said Dylan.
    “Fair dinkum,” said Connor.
    “Pig’s arse!” said Bruce.
    “Seems like it, mate,” said Dylan.
    “Christ, this is bollocks,” said Bruce.
    “So we’re gonna get out of here?” said Connor.
    “Bet your arse we are,” said Bruce.
    He looked around to the car park, his beloved UTE sat peacefully and untouched.
    “We need our weapons, we’ll cark it without them,” said Bruce.
    “Yeh,” said Connor.
    “So, these crazy fuckers are slower than us. We’ll make a run for the tents, grab the weapons, then to the UTE and away,” said Bruce.
    “How do we get out? The exit is fucked,” said Connor.
    “Don’t you worry about that mate, we’ll find a way,” said Bruce.
    “Right,” said Connor.
    “Now, who’s this?” said Bruce, looking at the only man not suitably attired in armour.
    The man looked up, scared and in shock. He was in his early twenties and casually dressed.
    “Come on man, speak up,” said Bruce.
    “Lee,” the man reservedly replied.
    “Right, Lee. You can either grow some balls, and follow us, or have them removed by Zombies. Which is it going to be?” asked Bruce.
    “Uhhh, I’ll, uhh, go with you I guess,” said Lee.
    Bruce slapped the young man, though forgetting he was still wearing steel gauntlets, the hit landed harder than he anticipated, throwing the man off his feet.
    “Harden the fuck up, or those things will bleed you dryer than a dead dingo’s donger,” said Bruce.
    Connor and Dylan helped the man back to his feet, the shock had at least woken him up.
    “It’s alright laddie, he’s got your best interests at heart,” said Dylan.
    “Christian, you with us?” said Bruce.
    “Sure thing, boss,” said Christian.
    Bruce wasn’t anyone’s boss, but he’d shown some serious initiative so far, whilst most others were panicking or crying like girls. Christian full well knew the best option when he saw it.
    “Good, right, how do we kill these fuckers?” asked Bruce.
    “You punching its face in seemed to work well,” said Dylan.
    “Yeh, like in Shaun of the Dead mate, hit them on the head,” said Connor.
    “Alright, we need our weapons,” said Bruce.
    “But they’re blunt mate,” said Connor.
    “And? I think a blunt metal poleaxe will hit rather harder than Shaun’s cricket bat,” said Bruce.
    “Too right!” said Dylan.
    Bruce looked back out through the window. There were now a dozen zombies shambling between the toilet block and tents. The disease had spread at an incredible rate.
    Simply put, too many people were unable to accept the possibility of a zombie apocalypse, and were too shocked to fight back. Many of the others were subdued when the bingle with the speeding ambulance at the entrance blocked most people in.
    “Okay, so you ready?” asked Bruce.
    The men all nodded. Dylan and Connor were raring to go, Christian uneasy, but comforted by his leader. Lee was still cowering like a little girl. He would clearly follow wherever the survivors went, but Bruce knew he served no useful purpose, except perhaps to provide some diversion.
    “Connor, get the door, all of you, follow me, only fight if you have to and keep up!” said Bruce.
    He pulled the door open. The heavy clang of the metal door alerted several nearby beasts to their presence, turning to confront the new enemies. The group ran out from the toilets, Bruce at the lead. He zigzagged between the first few. The slow speed of the creatures allowed the men to pass comfortably between them.
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