Purification

soldier, immediately aware of what was happening, began to scramble away. Cooper jumped onto his back and pulled and tugged at his suit, his mask and his breathing apparatus until it came free and he could see the soldier’s exposed body underneath. Aware of the other two soldiers running away and fleeing deeper into the vast store, he stood back and readied himself should the troopers on the ground attack.
    Stonehouse was the first to drag himself back up onto his feet. He ran angrily towards Cooper, grabbing his rifle off the floor as he moved. By the time he’d managed to stand completely upright the infection had caught him.
    Choking, and with a look of pained surprise on his frozen face, he fell back on top of the other soldier who was already suffocating. Fighting for breath, he shook and convulsed, still grasping his rifle tightly. Eyes bulging, he stared at the faces of Cooper and the others who stared back at him as he asphyxiated and died.
    ‘You killed them,’ gasped Donna in revulsion. The survivors stood and stared in disbelief. ‘You killed them you bastard.’
    ‘They were dead already,’ Cooper responded with disdain.

14
    Michael, Baxter and Cooper ran together through the silent car parks scattered around the industrial estate, desperately searching for another suitable vehicle to get them to the airfield. The number of bodies around was still lower than they’d expected and it stood to reason that the bulk of the population who had died in this area had, over the days and weeks, been dragged away in the direction of the military base. All three men were acutely aware of the fact that the danger was reduced but far from gone, and that more random bodies might appear at any moment.
    ‘Van,’ Michael said as he pushed his way past another lurching corpse. ‘Over there.’
    He pointed to the far right corner of the large rectangular car park they had just entered. On its own next to a red-brick office building was a red mail van. On the tarmac in front of it lay the gnarled body of a postal delivery worker.
    The woman’s motionless corpse was twisted and withered like a piece of washed-up driftwood. The strap of an empty mail bag was wrapped around her neck, its contents having long since been scattered and blown away by the wind.
    Cooper ran round and yanked open the driver’s door.
    Michael frantically grabbed the keys from the corpse’s wizened hand and threw them over to him before turning back and kicking out at two bodies which had stumbled uncomfortably close. He had Stonehouse’s rifle slung across his back. With nervous uncertainty he swung it round and primed it as Cooper had earlier shown him how.
    He’d taught him how to shoot while they’d been underground but, until now, he’d never actually needed to fire a weapon. Bullets were okay when they were faced with just a handful of corpses, but Michael and the others usually had to deal with many, many more than this.
    Holding his breath he brutally shoved the barrel of the rifle into the dark hole in the middle of one body’s face where its nose had once been and pulled the trigger. A deafening crack rang around the car park, echoing off the walls of every building in the immediate vicinity. Michael was knocked back by the unexpected force of the weapon. He tripped and fell as a shower of crimson gore and splintered bone erupted from the back of the creature’s head.
    ‘Push it!’ Cooper shouted from the front of the van. He couldn’t get it started. The engine wouldn’t turn over.
    Michael picked himself up and shot the second body in the side of the head before swinging the rifle around onto his back again and running round to the rear of the vehicle where Baxter was already pushing. He shoulder charged the van, the impact helping it to roll forward slightly.
    Cooper jumped out of his seat and began to push and shove against the driver’s door and steering wheel.
    ‘Christ, Cooper, have you still got the bloody handbrake on?’ Baxter half-joked, red-faced and wheezing as he strained against the back of the van. ‘Come on!’ He threw his full weight forward again and, with his head to one side, stared anxiously at more gangling, decomposing bodies which were creeping dangerously close.
    With all three of the men pushing the van finally began to achieve some momentum. It started to roll across the width of the car park with relative ease and Cooper hurled himself back inside. He slammed his foot down on the clutch