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killing any of you.”
                  “Wait, I have an idea,” Misha spoke with tears welling in her eyes.  “why don’t we lock Neil in a room and see if he gets better?  Quarantine him.”
                  “This is our whole world now,” Helena indicated the service station, “we can’t leave a zombie running loose in part of our home, it’s not secure at the best of times.”
                  “You would kill a man for the sake of a room?”
                  “Listen!” Helena snapped, “You’ve no idea what we’ve been through, what we’ve had to do to survive.  This place is our hope, our only hope.  I’m not stupid, the food here won’t last forever.  Our luck will run out one of these days.”
                  Rob, who had been trying hard not to think about the harsh reality of their situation looked as though he had been slapped him in the face.
                  “We know what we have here is a last gasp,” Helena continued, “but it’s all we’ve got, and we’ve had to fight for it.”
                  “OK, OK I get it,” said Misha, “if we can’t afford a room why don’t we let him set up camp up on the roof outside?”
                  “But he’d freeze to death out there!” Objected Rob.
                  “No, if we can get to the car we have tents, sleeping bags and bed rolls.  He’d be fine up there, and if he turned , he’d fall off; he’d never be able to get down here.”
                  Helena thought about her bed made out of car blankets from the service station shop.  “How much bedding have you got?  And how much food?”
                  Rob looked stricken that she could even ask.
                  “We were camping,” Misha explained, “we escaped in the car in a hurry, but it had been packed for emergency exit.  “We have five sleeping bags, three bedding rolls, two small tents, a gas stove, a few bottles of gas, a box of noodles and a box of Kendal Mint Cake.”  Misha paused, and looked Helena in the eye. “We can pay our way; you don’t have to think of us as a drain on your precious resources.”
                  “No, no,” said Rob hurriedly, “nobody ever thought of you in those terms.”  He shared an awkward sideways look with Helena.

Chapter Seven
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    The fence between the Bunker and the neighbouring car park had been knocked down on a previous venture, so the scavenging team could run straight over towards the cars.
                  All of the survivors had been trained by Will the mechanic to hotwire a car, so they formed two groups of three and spread out in the car park.  Each group had two people trying to hotwire, while one looked out for zombies.
                  Tina tried a car door, and as it swung open a creature came tumbling out, scrabbling after the woman who had inadvertently set it free.
                  The creature had been a young man, dressed entirely in black, with large black boots and long black hair that had been torn out in clumps.  The back of its head was covered in bites and its skull showed through under the blood, gore and matted hair.
                  Arlene had been on lookout in her group, and immediately swung her club at the zombie’s head.  Her weapon had six-inch nails welded to the end.  One of the nails penetrated the skull and sank full length into the monster’s brain.
                  Arlene tried to pull the club out again, but it was stuck fast.
                  She tugged, but the zombie’s head remained attached, so all she achieved was to pull the creature towards herself.
                  As the zombie started to twist and turn, it wrenched the club from her hand.  She pushed it away as she lost her grip.
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