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dived at the Dead, slamming into its chest and floored it in a rugby-style tackle. The Dead snarled and snapped its jaws at Kate while she used all her strength to pin it down. She heard the shuffle of feet on tarmac and glanced to the right to see the old lady’s sensible sandals and tan stockinged ankles come into view, hobbling towards her. Kate watched as the old lady brought the tip of the umbrella down into the Dead’s face. And again.
    ‘How am I doing, dear?’ said the old lady as she smashed the Dead’s nose to a pulp.
    ‘You’re doing just fine,’ said Kate, trying not to retch. ‘Bloody fine.’
    With a strike through its left eye with the tip of the umbrella, the Dead went still. Kate released her grip on its shoulders and scrambled to her feet just as the bus driver stirred into life. Kate tried to imagine that it was Andrew laying down there. With a rush of rage, she raised a foot and brought it down into the bus driver’s face before he had chance to clamber to his feet. She grunted as she used the Cuban heel of her ankle boot to grind his head to mush.
    With the bus creating a barricade on her left hand side, Kate scanned the 180 degree exposed area to her right. The Dead weaved their way between and around the tightly packed and randomly parked vehicles. The number of Dead on the street outweighed the living heavily, making the small group of survivors quite the catch.
    Kate spotted a Vauxhall Antara SUV with its passenger door open. She grasped the old lady’s bony arm and guided her towards the vehicle, bundling her inside. She ducked down behind the door as five or six Dead staggered past on their way to the rear of the bus.
    ‘Stay here while I help the others,’ whispered Kate. ‘Oh and can I borrow that?’ she asked, pointing at the umbrella.
    ‘Of course, dear,’ said the old lady and she handed it over. ‘I think you’ll be needing it more than me.’
    Kate grabbed the umbrella.
    ‘One thing…’ began the old lady, halting Kate. ‘What’s going on?’
    ‘I really have no idea but right now I have to go and help the others. Lie down and stay out of sight,’ she said and she shut the car door and headed back to the rear of the bus.
    As she approached, Kate now spotted what had hit the back of them – a 20 ton dump truck. The driver’s head and shoulders had gone through the windscreen. Blood oozed from his head and dripped onto the truck’s white paintwork like a vein gone awol. A bloodied hand emerged from the shadows beneath the truck, then another as a Dead dragged itself underneath, the truck’s massive wheels having created a large crawl space. It was followed by another and another. Kate closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. She blew out her breath, opened her eyes and muttered, ‘Let’s do this,’ and she turned her attention back to the bus.
    Balding Guy slammed his briefcase into the heads of the Dead that had gathered around him as he stood below the emergency exit, attempting to keep the area clear while the other passengers climbed down onto the street. The girl with the folders – Screamer – had already made it out and she threw her folders one by one at the approaching Dead; the folders did nothing but bounce off their heads, barely slowing them down. Linen jumped down next and she used her large red handbag to swing at the Dead that lumbered towards her. The handbag proved effective, knocking them back, even flooring a few of them and taking the eye out of one. Kate wondered what Linen had in there – bricks?
    ‘Let’s go!’ Kate yelled at those already off the bus while she fought back the Dead.
    Just imagine that each one of them is him , she thought as she swung the umbrella at the creatures. That one’s him – WHACK! – That one’s her – WHACK! – That one’s him – WHACK! – That one’s her – WHACK! – That one’s him…
    ‘That way!’ she said, guiding the escaped passengers towards the SUV where the old