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his waist. The walker was upon him, stiff hands pulling at him as it leaned down to bite. Finally withdrawing the pistol he fired point blank into its gaping maw and the beast fell backwards. Blood splattered him as it fell.   Andy wiped his face with his sleeve quickly. Infection was always a real fear when you had close contact. Not that he’d have to worry about that for too much longer.
    Andy stood once more and grabbed his bike. He winced at the pain. He leaned heavily against the bike as he limped slowly towards the Cathedral. With a sprained ankle he knew there was a very real risk from the walkers so he kept his pistol out with the safety off.   Luckily, Andy made it to the cathedral steps without incident.  
    The outside of the once great building was blackened by fire and bullet holes had made it look ugly and scarred. However, the great cathedral was largely intact.   He gasped audibly in pain as he limped inside. Pews were strewn everywhere and where once there was order, solitude and quiet, there was now only the chaos of disorder and destruction. Andy looked at the mangled wreckage of what had once been the organ behind the altar. Andy kneeled before the altar and withdrew a small cardboard tube from his pack.   He removed the tape from the top of the tube and removed a single fresh red rose. He placed it lightly before the altar and gave a brief prayer. Tears streamed down his face as he kneeled for several minutes, gaining the courage to do what he must do.   From his pack, he removed an old fashioned stereo player, the kind that used to be referred to as a ghetto blaster. He also removed a bundle of dynamite and from his pocket, his trusty Zippo upon which was emblazoned a skull and crossbones.
    Andy started the CD player on the stereo and set it to repeat. He cranked up the volume to full. Amy’s favourite song had been the version of Mad World which featured Gary Jules. The haunting strains of this song now blasted from the stereo. The cathedral amplified the sound and it echoed beautifully around the ruined place of worship. The acoustics were perfect for amplification. Like a spider in a web, he slowly drew them in. Some were groaning and shambling, others dragging their ruined bodies behind them. Attracted by the noise and the vibration, the walkers slowly filled the cathedral. Amy had always insisted they go to church at least a couple of times a month, so this seemed a fitting way to end it. From his vantage point high in the wreckage of the organ, Andy watched them shamble around in circles, knocking into each other.   When the cathedral was packed to bursting with hundreds of zombies Andy whispered, “I’m coming Amy.”
    He lit the fuse on the dynamite and leapt into the hoard of flesh eaters as the music played on.
    Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow.
    No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
     

On The Road
     
    Judy looked across at the sleeping form of Zac . She was hypnotised by the easy rhythm of his seemingly untroubled sleep. The baby, as always, was near him within easy reach and snuggled cozily in a box, which was the closest the little traveller had to a crib. Holly slept fitfully on his other side.
    Judy sighed as she thought about the day’s events. They had gotten into an easy rhythm and left Orlando behind without a single encounter. Finding reliable transportation proved to be amusing, yet also pitiful. Some ingenious person harnessed a one-eyed horse to one of those ridiculously tiny Smart Cars. The poor beast of burden looked lean and near to dehydration. Judy surmised from this that the owner had been missing for several days. Then she wondered why the zombies never seemed to bother the animals?
    Each day since finding the makeshift carriage, they did in excess of forty kilometres in their journey along the Florida Turnpike. At least, it used to be the Turnpike. Now, it barely resembled a gravel road. The wide concrete lanes succumbed to an onslaught of native vegetation. Angry