The City

the escalator but had been forced to stop, its way ahead blocked by an upturned baby’s pushchair. Although it had been considerably darker last night it had been fairly easy for Jack and Clare to negotiate their way around such obstacles. The stilted movements of the desperate creatures below were nowhere near as controlled and precise as those of the survivors. As they crouched in silence in the shadows and watched, the crowd below them began to dissipate.
    Those bodies on the outside of the gathering were beginning to trip and stumble away.
    ‘Was it the music?’ Clare wondered. The corpses on the escalator seemed to be losing interest now. They were staggering back down to the first floor again.
    ‘Must have been.’
    ‘But
    why?’
    ‘What
    d’you
    mean?’
    ‘Well yesterday and the day before I spent ages shouting for help and they didn’t react then. I didn’t think they could hear us.’
    Jack thought about what she’d said. She was right. He remembered the first moving body that he’d come across - the woman in the street outside his house. He’d run towards her breathlessly but she hadn’t reacted. The rest of the world had been quiet and there had been no other distractions that he’d been aware of. Surely the woman would have heard him approaching if she’d been able to?
    Clare moved around Jack and took a couple of steps down the escalator.
    ‘Where you going?’ he hissed, concerned. At the raised volume of his voice the nearest body stopped moving and slowly turned back around again to face the survivors. Both Clare and Jack froze and hoped that they would merge into the shadows and not be seen. The body continued down the escalator.
    Reaching over to one side, Clare wrestled a handbag free from the grip of an old woman whose lifeless corpse was sprawled across the escalator. She threw the bag down to the first floor, past the few remaining bodies and into a greetings card display. The display rattled and crashed to the floor and, almost instantly, the bodies returned. The survivors watched with increasing fear and uncertainty as the dead gathering regrouped around the sudden distraction. Clare turned and ran back towards Jack, her footsteps echoing loudly on the metal steps beneath her.
    ‘Bloody hell,’ mumbled Jack as he watched the bodies react to the sound of Clare moving. The listless figures were converging at the bottom of the escalator again. She pushed past him and ran back over to the table where they’d been eating just a few minutes earlier. Jack marched over to the beds, grabbed his bag and began frantically packing everything away. A familiarly sickening feeling of helplessness, panic and disorientation had suddenly returned.
    ‘What are you doing?’ Clare asked, instinctively starting to gather up her own things.
    ‘Getting out,’ he replied in a hushed and frightened whisper.
    ‘Getting away from those things.’
    ‘But where are we going to go?’
    ‘Don’t
    know.’
    Clare stopped and sat down at the table again. She held her head in her hands.
    ‘They won’t get up here, will they?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ Jack answered. ‘Give them enough time and they might. Who knows what they’ll do?’
    ‘But we can block the escalators off, can’t we? We can use some of this furniture. They’re never going to be strong enough to get through, are they?’
    Her simple logic stopped him in his tracks. He stopped packing and stared at her, struggling to answer. His throat was dry and he could feel beads of cold, nervous sweat running down his back.
    ‘You might be right, but…’
    ‘But
    what?’
    ‘But we don’t know for sure.’
    ‘We don’t know anything really, do we?’ Clare rubbed her eyes and started to mess with the food Jack had left on the table.
    ‘I’m scared,’ she admitted. ‘I don’t want to go anywhere.’
    Jack put down his rucksack and collapsed on the end of his bed. She was right. What would they gain from running? The top floors of the department store seemed as safe a place to hide as any.
    A short time later Jack had calmed down enough to be able to creep quietly across the floor to the top of the escalator and look down again. He couldn’t see any bodies. In the silence of the morning they had all drifted away.

10
    Shortly before noon the unexpected roar of an engine ripped through the silence. Clare and Jack jumped out of their seats and ran over to the huge display windows at the front of the department store which looked