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control panel, he quickly worked out what the two levers were for, and the wheel was self-explanatory. Walking to the back, he hopped onto the wooden board walk and untied the rope. Throwing it back on board, he jumped back on the deck and jogged to the wheel. Pushing up on the chrome lever the boat lurched forward and then slowly moved out of the harbour.
    Jake actually smiled, he watched as Swansea slipped past him and he steered the boat into the open estuary, and then the Bristol Channel. He could get quite used to being a salty sea captain.
    Amber was just slipping into a sleep when the boat rocked; she opened her eyes. She realised they must be moving, and that made her feel safe. Now it was just her and daddy. Settling down again she closed her eyes and thought of a massive bar of chocolate. Grandma then came into her thoughts, she missed Grandma. Closing her eyes tight, to get the chocolate back, she placed her hands under her head as a make shift pillow.
    Again, she was just slipping off when she thought she could hear a scratching noise. Amber tried to ignore it; she was too tired to care.
    The scratching got louder; it was followed by a banging. Amber shot up; she could see a panel in the wall moving.
    An almighty scream followed. ‘Daaaaaddyyyyyyy!!!!!!’
    Three seconds later Jake shot down the stairs in one stride, and ran to where Amber was sat hysterically crying. He could see her pointing at the wall.
    Jake at first missed it, but on closer inspection he could see a small brass handle. The oak style wall was in fact a row of doors and drawers.
    Spinning around he grabbed a large kitchen knife, and without fear of his own safety, and the built in instinct to protect his offspring, he opened the narrow door and pounced forward ready to attack.
    There was nothing there. Just a mirror with his face staring back at himself.
    ‘Daddy!’ Amber’s voice was cracking, but softer in tone. ‘Daddy, look?’ She now laughed.
    Turning around, his daughter was holding a small dog. He was confused.
    ‘It must have been trapped in the toilet.’ Amber, now with a beaming smile, cuddled up to the long haired Patterdale terrier.
    ‘How?’ He looked back into the small bathroom and could see the porthole was open. The dog must have got in and then found itself stuck.
    ‘Can we keep him?’ The dog was now licking Amber’s face, much to her delight. ‘Please Daddy?’
    Jake smiled, more with relief. ‘For now.’ He closed the bathroom door. ‘Has it a name?’
    Amber grabbed his collar and felt for a nametag. ‘Yes, I can’t read it though.’ The small dog was moving too fast for Amber to hold the tag still.
    ‘Let me.’ Jake grabbed the dog by the collar and placed him on the floor. There he held the dog down and twisted the tag so he could read it. ‘Young Red.’ Jake thought that was a silly name, but he could see something inscribed underneath. It was the Liverpool football club emblem. He laughed. ‘This dog is a football supporter.’
    ‘Give Young Red back, please daddy.’ Amber held out her arms.
    Jake placed the mutt back with his daughter. ‘Just try and get some sleep, please.’ He then jogged back up the stairs and onto the deck.
    ‘Bloody Liverpool.’ He muttered. He was more of a rugby man.
    ***
    Doctor James Robert looked at the lab floor. They had said it had been cleaned up, but he could still see the red smear where the attack took place.
    He shook his head. The whole set up at Taunton was falling apart. They were undermanned; and now another shipment of Infected inmates, plus injured victims, was stretching their miniscule resources to breaking point. The attack that happened only yesterday would now become commonplace.
    Doctor Robert’s thoughts were broken when there was a knock on the lab door.
    ‘Come in.’
    The door opened, and in walked a woman holding an automatic weapon. The doctor remembered her from before, Emma Davis. He remembered joking to Linda Blunt that she