The City

for me,’ he grinned. ‘Just because I stand up for myself and don’t want to risk…
    ‘Your fucking problem,’ Donna hissed, standing up and moving away from Holmes, ‘is that you don’t think about anyone but yourself. And worse than that, all the things you say  and the decisions you make are based on fear. You’re too damn frightened to even think straight.’
    ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he snarled. The tone in his voice had suddenly changed. He sounded angry and yet also strangely defensive. Donna had obviously touched a nerve. ‘You haven’t got a bloody clue what you’re talking about.’
    ‘Let’s be honest,’ she continued, ‘the only reason why you’ve been making such a noise about staying here is that you’re too scared to leave. You can’t face the prospect of…
    ‘Bullshit,’ he snapped. ‘Are you serious? The reason I’m staying here is…
    ‘The reason you’re staying here is because you haven’t got the balls to step outside.’
    ‘I don’t want to be attacked by a thousand bloody dead bodies, that’s why I’m not moving,’ he protested.
    ‘Rubbish.’
    ‘You take a single step outside and they’ll swallow you up.
    There are fucking thousands of them.’
    ‘So what would you do if they get inside?’
    ‘They
    won’t.’
    ‘They might. They probably will at some point.’
    ‘I’ll deal with that when it happens. I tell you now, I’m not going out there to risk my neck unless I’ve got no other option.’
    ‘You haven’t got any other options.’
    ‘I’ll decide when I’m going to make my move.’
    ‘You’ll never do it. You’re a bloody coward. You’re just going to sit here and rot……’
    ‘You shut your fucking mouth or I’ll……’
    ‘You’ll do what? Come on, big man, what exactly are you going to do? You’ll still be sat in here when the rest of us leave.
    You’ll die in this fucking place.’

Holmes jumped up from the bench and lurched towards Donna. She stumbled backwards towards the door which led to the assembly hall and collided with Phil Croft. He’d been standing in the doorway for the best part of a minute.
    ‘Everything okay?’ he asked, grabbing hold of Donna’s shoulders. She steadied herself and turned and pushed her way past him.
    ‘Fine,’ she mumbled as she disappeared into the darkness.
    Holmes and the doctor exchanged glances before Croft turned and followed Donna back into the building.

36
    The sound of rotting hands smashing against the side of the motorhome woke Michael. It had happened before – maybe three or four times in the last couple of days – and he was quickly becoming used to disposing of the sickly, nuisance cadavers.
    Most times it was just a single body that stumbled upon the vehicle by chance. This morning he could hear at least two of them. Tired and cold he sat on the end of the bed and pulled on his boots.
    Through a slight gap in one of the heavy curtains he saw that it was a bright and sunny day outside. That was why the bodies had appeared, he decided. They often seemed to be attracted to the motorhome when the cloud cover was light and the sun was shining. Michael had deduced that the sun reflecting on the metal and glass caught their attention. They were parked at the edge of a large field and there were no other man-made objects to attract or distract the dead.
    Emma was shuffling in the bed, the noise having disturbed her also. She covered her head with a pillow to block out the banging as Michael pulled back the nearest curtain and peered outside. He pressed his face hard against the window, trying to locate the bodies. One of them was close to the door (he could just about see it from where he was) and from the direction of the noise he guessed that the other was up towards the front of the motorhome, banging relentlessly on the bonnet. Yawning he got up and walked down towards the door, pausing only to pick up a crowbar which he’d left at the side of the little gas stove in the cramped kitchen area.
    ‘Be careful,’ Emma said, sitting up quickly when she realised he was about to go outside.
    ‘I’ll be fine,’ he grunted as he opened the door and stepped out.
    The morning air was bracing and fresh. The sky was deep, clear blue and it was relentlessly bright out in the open. Michael covered his eyes to shield them from the sun.
    The first body was no more than six feet away and it was already coming towards him, clumsy but moving with an