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couldn’t believe that only a few days ago this whole place was rammed full of the undead, eager to get to us. Where were they?
    We didn’t stay long enough to find out. We passed the base and made our way further down the road. I spotted a few infected pottering around the garden centre, most of them elderly. Go figure, Woodford Garden Centre was always full of old people, in fact, all garden centres were.
    I don’t know what it is about retirement that makes people want to pot plants. They love nothing more than a leisurely stroll around a garden centre, spending hours drooling over rhododendrons, then once their mouths had sufficiently dried out, taken a trip to the in-house tea room, for a cup of earl grey, and if they feel like walking on the wild side, a toasted teacake. There you have it, retirement at its best.
    I found myself drifting into a deep thought. I started to wonder, given the new world we were now part of, would I ever live to see retirement? Would I even want to, if this is all life consists of? No, there had to be more to life than this. I had never really thought about death before. I always felt invincible. I never planned too much into the future; I didn’t feel the need to. I paid into a pension fund at work, and that was about it. Even then, I always resented it.
    We passed the Garden Centre and were veering towards Bramhall.
    “Where are we going?” I asked Nick. Riding into Bramhall didn’t seem like the best idea; the centre of the village was always back to back traffic.
    “Well, we need clothes and supplies don’t we?” he asked me, I nodded although I knew full well this was meant as a rhetorical question.
    He carried on “Bramhall is a relatively small village, the shops we need are all close together, and we all know the area. We’ll take risks wherever we go now. This is the least risky option babe.”
    Lacey and Paul agreed in the back. I sighed as I leaned back in my seat. He was right. We hadn’t eaten for over a day. Our clothes were covered in dirt. We clearly had a few issues to sort, personal hygiene was becoming a real issue too.
    As we passed the Patch Lane and Queensgate crossroads, I had an idea. “Babe, pull into Holly Road, let’s take the back roads, just to be on the safe side” I urged, not wanting to be caught unawares.
    He agreed and indicated left. The car behind us followed. I directed Nick around to Syddal Road. We pulled over when we got to Barclays bank. Just as I had imagined, abandoned cars littered the road ahead, blocking our path completely. Although the owners of the cars were nowhere to be seen, I started to feel uneasy. This is the first time we had been in a public area since the virus took over.
    We cautiously opened our car doors. Nick cut the engine. He locked the car and pocketed the keys. We regrouped with the rest and decided on a plan. We all crossed the road. We were going to head towards the petrol station first. This was on the outskirts of the village, so we had no choice but to walk.
    Cars blocked the main road in all directions. The cold breeze ran through me as I took in my surroundings. The streets were littered with broken glass. The rioters and looters must have had a field day when the outbreak first hit. Abandoned electrical appliances were sprawled out across the pavement. A huge plasma TV sat smashed to smithereens taking up the majority of the pavement to our right.
    I looked further afield. The glass fronted shops were now completely abandoned. Cracks appeared within the glass of the shops that hadn’t been completed smashed through. I looked over to Superdrug.  Shopping baskets littered the front entrance. Boxes of hair dye, makeup and bath products scattered the floor both inside and out. I made a mental note to visit. With our personal hygiene at an all-time low, the perfume, shower gel and other nice smelling goods would go a long way, to making me feel like a normal girl again.
    Just as we crossed the road, a group