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shotgun shell, and then the second before the smoke had even cleared, Tommy following suit, and then all was silent.
The sour smell of sulphur wafted across the garden in a sea of gunpowder smoke. Dave kept walking, throwing the shotgun to the floor and picking up the revolver from Tommy’s victim. He walked past the first body, blood was already seeping out across the previously perfectly green grass. The heavy bolt of Millcombe House slid across and the door was pulled open. Dave could already hear the screams of pain from a man inside.
Roger stepped out from the building and towards the bodies. Five of the thugs were already dead from multiple wounds, the last was reeling in agony. Roger picked up a .357 snub nosed Smith and Wesson from the ground and stepped over the body of the wounded man. He raised the gun to the man’s head and fired immediately, the round piercing the near silence of the garden.
“Anyone hit?” asked Dave.
“Travis took some birdshot in the arm, he needs some help, but he’ll live,” said Roger.
“What a waste of life.”
“Yes, but at least not our lives,” said Roger.
“This is a bittersweet victory, this morning we had a population of sixteen, now just fifteen, and the knowledge that we have killed a sizeable amount of the living population in the world,” said Dave.
“Yes, it saddens me too, but we did the best we could in a difficult situation. Now, we still don’t know if there are anymore on that boat. You, Tommy and Jones head down and check it out, make sure you’re well armed, Steve and I will get some help for Travis,” said Roger.
“Jones, get out here!” shouted Dave.
Moments later the three men were taking the walk downhill that their victims had taken just minutes before. It was a depressing and quiet walk, none of the men wanting to talk about the miserable deeds that they were required to undertake. They reached the jetty and could see no sign of movement on the boat at all, so began to carefully step towards it, weapons at the ready. They could already see the bloody and still body of their friend at the end of the walkway. It hardened their resolve. Dave took the first step onboard, followed by the other two men.
“Hello? Anyone aboard?”
Dave peered down the hatch into the cabin and a man leapt out at the far end of the room, immediately firing a handgun, two shots landed either side of Dave in the cabin interior, the man being careless of his aim and recoil. Dave lifted his shotgun quickly and fired, hitting the man dead centre in the chest. Tommy and Jones quickly ran into the cabin and past the man’s body, searching out the rest of the vessel.
“That’s it, nobody left,” said Tommy.
“Find a sheet for Giles’ body and cover him up, then we’ll head up to the church before clearing this shit up,” said Dave.
The three men arrived at the church to find Sandra pulling the pellets out of Travis’ arm, a painful experience, but one he would recover from quite quickly. Roger organised the clean up later that day, burying their fallen comrade and enemies. It was a solemn day, but one they were all keen to move on from.
CHAPTER 3
Mexico
The twenty-two survivors of Babylon traipsed on through the heat on their horses, glad of what community they had left. Their fuel had long since run out, the price paid for a nomadic lifestyle. There was not a man or woman amongst them who didn’t want to settle down into a new home, but they were all were too scared to do so after their loss nine years ago. All of them feared the unbearable hordes that seemed to ever seek them out, and therefore running was their only option.
Madison pulled the shemagh down from her face and lifted her water bottle to her dry lips. She was wearing a close fitting woman’s biker jacket, the zip undone to let some air in. Their group had to be ready for combat at all times. Leather gloves hung from the cuffs of her jacket and she wore ski goggles over her eyes,
The sour smell of sulphur wafted across the garden in a sea of gunpowder smoke. Dave kept walking, throwing the shotgun to the floor and picking up the revolver from Tommy’s victim. He walked past the first body, blood was already seeping out across the previously perfectly green grass. The heavy bolt of Millcombe House slid across and the door was pulled open. Dave could already hear the screams of pain from a man inside.
Roger stepped out from the building and towards the bodies. Five of the thugs were already dead from multiple wounds, the last was reeling in agony. Roger picked up a .357 snub nosed Smith and Wesson from the ground and stepped over the body of the wounded man. He raised the gun to the man’s head and fired immediately, the round piercing the near silence of the garden.
“Anyone hit?” asked Dave.
“Travis took some birdshot in the arm, he needs some help, but he’ll live,” said Roger.
“What a waste of life.”
“Yes, but at least not our lives,” said Roger.
“This is a bittersweet victory, this morning we had a population of sixteen, now just fifteen, and the knowledge that we have killed a sizeable amount of the living population in the world,” said Dave.
“Yes, it saddens me too, but we did the best we could in a difficult situation. Now, we still don’t know if there are anymore on that boat. You, Tommy and Jones head down and check it out, make sure you’re well armed, Steve and I will get some help for Travis,” said Roger.
“Jones, get out here!” shouted Dave.
Moments later the three men were taking the walk downhill that their victims had taken just minutes before. It was a depressing and quiet walk, none of the men wanting to talk about the miserable deeds that they were required to undertake. They reached the jetty and could see no sign of movement on the boat at all, so began to carefully step towards it, weapons at the ready. They could already see the bloody and still body of their friend at the end of the walkway. It hardened their resolve. Dave took the first step onboard, followed by the other two men.
“Hello? Anyone aboard?”
Dave peered down the hatch into the cabin and a man leapt out at the far end of the room, immediately firing a handgun, two shots landed either side of Dave in the cabin interior, the man being careless of his aim and recoil. Dave lifted his shotgun quickly and fired, hitting the man dead centre in the chest. Tommy and Jones quickly ran into the cabin and past the man’s body, searching out the rest of the vessel.
“That’s it, nobody left,” said Tommy.
“Find a sheet for Giles’ body and cover him up, then we’ll head up to the church before clearing this shit up,” said Dave.
The three men arrived at the church to find Sandra pulling the pellets out of Travis’ arm, a painful experience, but one he would recover from quite quickly. Roger organised the clean up later that day, burying their fallen comrade and enemies. It was a solemn day, but one they were all keen to move on from.
CHAPTER 3
Mexico
The twenty-two survivors of Babylon traipsed on through the heat on their horses, glad of what community they had left. Their fuel had long since run out, the price paid for a nomadic lifestyle. There was not a man or woman amongst them who didn’t want to settle down into a new home, but they were all were too scared to do so after their loss nine years ago. All of them feared the unbearable hordes that seemed to ever seek them out, and therefore running was their only option.
Madison pulled the shemagh down from her face and lifted her water bottle to her dry lips. She was wearing a close fitting woman’s biker jacket, the zip undone to let some air in. Their group had to be ready for combat at all times. Leather gloves hung from the cuffs of her jacket and she wore ski goggles over her eyes,
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