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to keep out both the sand and any infectious material. She was now in her late twenties, but the hard life showed on her weathered and worn face. Jack rode up and stopped next to her.
    “You ok?”
    “Not really,” she replied.
    “What is it?”
    “All this time we have been fighting to stay alive, but for what? You have to wonder if survival really is the best option when we have to live like this,” she sighed.
    “What would you have us do, lay down and die?” asked Jack.
    “It wouldn’t be so bad would it? Surely not worse than this, we’d go to heaven wouldn’t we?”
    Wells, her father, had been listening   and so rode up to them.
    “Not if you let it happen, that would be suicide, and you’d go to hell!” he shouted.
    “Is this not hell already?” Madison asked him.
    “My dear, not the worst life on earth could ever be comparable to hell,” he answered.
    “We have less than half the people we did nine years ago, seems we’ll be dead before much longer anyway.”
    “If that is God’s will,” said Wells.
    “And you think God’s will was to wipe out humanity?”
    “Perhaps, to punish us for centuries of sin, or to purge the earth of evil, or to weed out the truly good among us and start afresh.”
    “That’s just crazy talk,” said Madison.
    “Madison! That’s enough!” shouted Jack.
    “Why, because the reality of this shit life might hurt someone’s feelings?”
    Jack rode closer to Madison so he could talk out of earshot of the others.
    “Yes, the morale of this group hangs by a thread, just because you’re willing to give up, it isn’t fair to drag others down with you.”
    “Maybe it’s time they accepted reality.”
    “And maybe it’s time you stopped whining like a little girl and used the time we have left on this planet wisely.”
    They could hear the sound of galloping approaching them, the sound of their point man returning, maybe with urgent news. They all looked up, alert and ready. Justin rode into sight.
    “What is it, lad?” asked Wells.
    “Zombies up ahead!” shouted Justin.
    “How many?” Jack asked him.
    “About a dozen, could be a handful more.”
    Jack looked over to Madison, “Perhaps this will take your mind off things, nothing like a bit of bloodlust to make one’s day,” he smiled.
    Madison sighed, but in all honesty she was relieved to have some excitement after the endless boredom of the last two days. She pulled her coat across and zipped it up, pulling her gloves on and placing her shemagh back across her face.
    “Right, people, time to break some skulls!” shouted Jack.
    Several of them cheered, eager for action. Because they led a nomadic life they avoided any large populace areas and so only ever came across small groups of creatures, not wanting to make the same mistake they had nine years before. They now made it their mission to utterly destroy any group of zombies they came into contact with, providing there were no more than thirty at any one time.
    Armour and gloves were pulled on, machetes and swords drawn, maces and axes pulled from saddles. When they lived in Babylon they had more guns and ammunition than they ever imagined they would need, but no longer, ammunition was a rarity that was kept for absolute emergencies only. Every man and woman in the group had carefully selected and planned protective gear, with complete skin coverage and thick leg and arm armour, so they could fight from horseback in safety. Madison drew a long hammer from her saddle and grasped the reins firmly with her left hand.  
    “Everyone ready?” called Jack.
    The fatigued and dirty people nodded and grunted in agreement. Jack turned his horse around and kicked his heels in, launching himself towards their impending foe. They got up to pace, heading up a slight incline on the dusty and hard ground. Finally, they reached the top of a ridge and could see beyond, the creatures were scattered in a thirty-yard area before them. Without stopping to survey the