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for their fate.

I found myself yearning for the prison with its thick walls, bars and tightly locked doors. At that moment all I wanted to do was lock myself in my cell, lie down on my bunk with a supply of food and let the world go to hell as it pleased. I wondered whether I could make the house secure and go out foraging as much as possible, looting the surrounding houses. I considered this idea for a long time before eventually dismissing it. The revenants were simply too numerous and as time went on I would have to go further and further afield. In such a situation I would not be able to stay lucky. I needed isolation, to go somewhere there were no revenants. I thought of the Highlands of Scotland, but feared at the same time that a lot of others would have had the same idea and also if the roads were blocked here in the town they were likely to be even more so along the main roads. I knew the town was not too large, and that if I were only to find a vehicle and drive to the countryside I might find a farmhouse I could make secure, perhaps grow crops and raise animals. Maybe too the farmhouse might contain a shotgun.
    There was nothing for it. I had to get out of the loft. I was becoming a little stir crazy spending so much time in there with nothing to do except listen to the revenants outside and barely any daylight either. Besides, with no food to speak of I was not prepared to go another few days starving myself as I had done on the roof and then undergo a repeat of last time when I had barely energy to flee the creatures. I should have saved up some provisions, should have made my flight sooner but it was always going to be too late for regrets in this new world. I had looted a few changes of clothes and also a heavy coat from the adjoining houses and these I stuffed into a bag and slung over my shoulder. Then I took up the hammer and dropped down into the next house, lump hammer at the ready. I had already looted the rooms of anything of value and had checked for revenants but you could never tell who might break in from one day to the next. I had chosen this house for a reason, for the sturdy looking works van parked in the driveway. I made a quick search of the hallway but there was nothing doing, then went upstairs to the bedroom. There was blood on the walls and signs of a struggle, a smashed window. I imagined somebody had turned, bitten the other then that other person had made their own way out. I didn’t care for stories or forensic analysis. I got down on my hands and knees and rummaged through the trouser pockets for keys, which I found without too much trouble. I smiled. Things were starting to come together at last.

The revenant lurched at me from its hiding place beneath the bed. In my search for the keys I had dropped the lump hammer to the side and it now leaned hopelessly out of reach against the opposite wall. The creature seized a hold of my hand and tried to climb my arm. I clenched my spare hand into a fist and brought it down hard upon the creature’s nose. I might as well have been pummelling a plank of wood. The revenant’s nose shattered horrendously against its face but did not slow it up in the slightest. I leapt my feet and swung it across the room and the momentum of the swing caused it to let go of my arm and crash against the dressing table. I leapt back, grabbed the lump hammer and pummelled its head into oblivion.  This done I picked up the keys and left the room, legs still shaking, looking around every corner as I went. I hurried quickly out of the front door and opened up the van, dived inside.
    The revenants on the street turned towards me at once. They had dispersed somewhat in the last fortnight but a few were still congregated on the street as I emerged and now came towards me with their low, guttural moan. I had already learned that these moans attracted the others to living flesh and thus realised it would not be long before the horde was down upon me once more. Sure