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spattered its decaying brains over a wide area. The body tumbled forward and crashed into the doorframe and landed in a heap at Danny’s feet.
    “Through here,” Marty called out to them from the pitch-black interior of the building.
    Bull and Danny turned and moved towards the sound of Marty’s voice through the virtual blackness. They found him in the next room standing by an open doorway and waving them forward.
    “Out through the back and into the next street,” he whispered as they passed him. “We’ve broken contact so let’s see if we can sneak our way out of this gang-fuck.”
    Bull led the way. He kept his finger running along the trigger-guard of his M-4 but he would not fire unless he really needed to. They had vanished from sight of the infected and stealth was their closest ally at that moment. It was pointless trying to shoot their way out. They did not have enough ammunition for that. They needed to find a place to hide and then hope to creep away when the streets were clear.
    Behind them the infected had begun pouring into the store. The sounds of them crashing about in the darkness echoed for a great distance and attracted the attention of every corpse in the neighbourhood. In the street behind the row of shops Marty and the others hid in the shadow at the side of a house and watched as hundreds of roaming figures staggered by.
    From every doorway and from behind every building they emerged. Some walked while others tore along the roads, flailing their arms and howling aggressively. Other bodies that were too badly damaged and barely able to move dragged themselves along the street to join in on the march of rotting flesh. The whole area hummed as they moaned incessantly. Swarms of buzzing insects filled the air in thick, dark, and shifting clouds that continuously swirled around the mass of wandering corpses.
    “I think we should scrap the idea of having a nosey around,” Bull whispered into Marty’s ear as he kept one eye on the putrid river that flowed by.
    The closest of the infected were just metres away from the spot where they were hiding. They trundled along, blindly following the bodies in front and headed for the next street.
    Marty nodded.
    All three of them sat huddled against the wall of the house and tucked in behind a large dustbin. In the street behind them, it sounded as though the dead were ripping the buildings apart with their bare hands in their search for the living. Windows shattered with ear splitting cracks and the sounds of wood splintering as doors collapsed and furniture was turned over, rang out endlessly as the crowds rampaged through the street.
    They did not need to say anything but they all wondered how long it would be before the dead storm spilled into the next street and through the garden where Marty, Danny, and Bull took refuge.
    “We need to move, Marty,” Danny suggested when he heard the crashes and bangs coming closer from their rear.
    Marty shook his head.
    “There’s still too many of them in the way. They’ll see us.”
    “Fuck that, Marty. They’ll see us soon enough when they…”
    Danny paused and turned to look back behind them. He squinted through the gloom and saw that one of the infected had stumbled into the narrow channel they had come through just moments earlier. He stood up and took a few paces towards it as he unsheathed his long blade and calculated his approach. It was the body of a woman. He could see nothing of her features but her voice still held the feminine tones in its grunts and rasps. She saw him and reached forward with her handless stumps which were all that remained of her arms. With a well-aimed thrust, Danny drove his machete through her face and at the same time raised his boot out in front of him. As the woman’s skull slid along the blade towards the hilt, Danny hit her in the chest with a forceful kick and sent her falling backwards into the darkness.
    “As I was saying,” he continued as he squatted back down