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you know where Billy is?” he asked Tom.
    “I’m sorry I don’t, but we can try to find him later. Can you walk? It’s not very safe in here, Mr..?”
    “Gentle. Leonard Gentle.”
    “Well, Leonard, we need to go now, I’m going to get you somewhere a bit warmer and safer, okay?”
    Leonard looked at the body on the floor and the head. “Okay, yes , let’s go. Billy said he’d find me.”
    Tom took hold of Leonard’s arm and almost dragged him out of the house. Knowing how he had spooked the family earlier, he didn’t want to cause any more unnecessary screaming, so he took Leonard to the passenger seat. Leonard got in and Tom buckled the seatbelt around him. He heard murmurs coming from the back seats and ignored them.
    Tom got in and started the engine. He turned around to face the back. “Listen, me and my friend Laurent have risked our lives to help you , so I need your help now. My friend is waiting for us around the corner. We’re not going to have time to stop for a coffee or a chat, so when we see him, someone needs to pull that door open and yank him in. I’ll only be able to slow the van down for a moment. Got that?”
    Daniel and Glenda kept hold of each other and Heidi leant forward. “I’ll do it,” she said. Tom nodded at her and turned back. He glanced at her in the mirror and saw she was looking at him. Feeling awkward, he turned back to the road.
    “Leonard, just stay there , you’ll be okay.”
    The van roared off leaving Longrock’s last remaining bed and breakfast empty. Tom hoped that Laurent had managed to fend off the dead. They would find out sure enough in about two minutes.
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “Keep listening,” said Lazarus walking away. “If you hear anything you come get me at once, understood?”
    “Yes sir,” said Tim. He knew when his boss wanted a discussion and when to be quiet. This was not the time for a discussion. He sat at the radio controls and put the headphones over his ears. He kept adjusting the frequency, just slightly, trying to tune back in. They had heard nothing except static, but last night, he had finally heard something: just a faint conversation, too quiet to be able to be heard properly. There were two distinct voices. One was a British accent, the other American. Tim had only heard the odd word now again: ‘Tomorrow...nowhere...captured...Admiral...help.’ At one point, he thought he heard the words ‘Abraham Lincoln,’ but he couldn’t be sure. He had tried to lock onto the signal, but it had drifted away, back into the static. The radio they had was old and struggled with long-range frequencies. Tim was no expert either. They had found the equipment and managed to get it working, but they didn’t know what they were doing, not really, not even Lazarus.
    Tim stared as Laz arus slammed the door shut, leaving Tim alone. The room was cold and bare. Hell, the whole house was cold and bare. He wasn’t upset though. If Lazarus hadn’t helped him, he would certainly be dead by now. Tim had been stuck in his car for three days, surrounded by the dead. Three solid days with no food or water, pissing and shitting on the back seat, unable to move. It was three long days of dead bodies slamming themselves against his car as they tried to get at him. In an attempt to escape his home town, he had crashed into a police car going the other way and got jammed in. The car refused to start and Tim found himself a prisoner.
    It was lucky Lazarus had found him when he did. Tim had reasoned he was going to either starve to death or eventually they would get in and he would be so weak he would be unable to fight them off . He was going to be eaten alive.
    Much as the way the static clung to his ears now, Tim had only heard a buzzing grey noise when Lazarus had rescued him. His senses were hazy and without nutrition, water or much sleep he wasn’t far from death. It had been so quick he hadn’t comprehended it at the time. Lazarus and his men