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of infected came out from the bank car park. This was bad news. As soon as they saw us they howled. They were trying to alert the other nearby infected that fresh food was near.
    We needed to get somewhere safe, and fast. George shouted over to us, he was half way up the hill leading towards the Royal Mail delivery office. The shutter was already half way down. We could see into the small warehouse, it was completely clear. As more of the infected appeared from the other side of the road, we ran inside. George rushed to the front and started the shutters. We all darted inside as the shutters slowly pulled down, grinding as they descended.
    Seeing their food source vanish, the infected started to sprint towards us, rushing to get to us before the shutters secured.
    There was only a foot left to go as the first infected launched themselves at the door. We had got there just in time. The shutter reeled to a close as we pulled the double doors to, an extra safety feature beyond the steel shutters.
    We were safe. For how long, none of us knew.
    I looked around our new space. Parcels and letters of all shapes and sizes dominated the room. What was once a bustling sorting room was now a dormant space filled with undelivered mail, I could see the boys sweeping the area, checking for unwanted guests. The coast was clear.
    “Well, that plans out the window then” I sighed, taking a seat on one of the stationary conveyer belts.
    I thought about how close we were to Superdrug. I was so close to the shop I could practically smell the array of perfumes. Even before the infection, I always loved my smells. My favourite was vanilla. The sweet musky scent always dominated my shower gels, bath foams and soaps.
    Now look at me. I was filthy. Covered in dirt with damp, soggy clothes I was a complete mess. I smelt as bad as I looked.
    Feeling the frustration build up inside me, I pulled a few small packages out from underneath me. I threw them to one side. It was then I realised, this was a good a place as any to find new clothes. As a regular Ebayer, I was surprised it took me this long to realise. I always bought and sold new clothes; just imagine how many others were doing the same. Potentially this place could be full of clothes; all wrapped up, like slightly dull Christmas presents.
    That was all the reasoning I needed. I started filing through the parcels, tearing away at any packages that were soft.
    “Babe, what are you doing?” Nick asked baffled by my new found desire to open everything I could get my hands on.
    “Looking for clothes” I replied, not even bothering to look up. Lacey immediately cottoned on to my theory and as I was, started ripping apart various parcels and jiffy bags.
    I was now sat on the floor surrounded by other people’s mail. It was the most fun I had since the virus took over. This was a definite perk to the new world.
    I had already found a Dorothy Perkins jumper in my size, along with a pair of Topshop super soft Leigh jeans (my favourite). I put them in my ‘keep’ pile. Eager to find more I continued with my search. The boys looked on at Lacey and me in astonishment. They clearly didn’t share the same passion we did when it came to opening the mail.
    I was just about to throw a box to one side, keen to find more clothes, when the rattling caused me to stop. I turned the box over when I realised what it was.
    I quickly pulled off the plastic cellophane holding the lid shut. The contents of the box were a much welcome surprise.
    “Guys, look what I’ve found.” I said excitedly.
    “What is it?” Leon asked peering over, trying to see into the box.
    “It’s a Graze box!” I exclaimed. I pushed through the remaining pile surrounding me and found two more. “Look, that’s just in this pile, they'll be loads of them in here.” I told the group whilst handing them out.
    “What on earth is a Graze box?” George asked.
    Lacey answered for me, as I was busy tucking into my own box.
    “Basically,