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their
attention on eavesdropping.
    “Alright, but tomorrow we need to be on the move,”
said Keith.
    “What did I just say? I said take a day off, not
pitch up for the week,” said Bruce.
    “Fair enough,” said Keith.
    “Okay, all agreed?” asked Bruce.
    The group smiling and nodding all agreed.
    “Connor! Lay out a pitch and find the ball!” shouted
Bruce.
    “Fucking ey!” shouted Connor.
    “Right gents, four guards at any one time, cycle
your people, meeting adjourned. Let’s enjoy ourselves a little,”
said Bruce.
    Half an hour later a rough football pitch had been
fashioned on the sandy dirt beside the road and seven men aside
were about to begin playing. The rest of the convoy’s people were
either on guard on the roofs of the RVs or sitting in the shade
beside them.
    The goals were jackets spaced roughly the right
distance apart, it was a shirts and skins game. Bruce had joined
in, he never really was much into football, but the opportunity to
just forget all their woes and enjoy himself was something he could
not resist, even if he would look like a muppet.
    The lazy crowd cheered on from the sidelines, not
ever getting up from their camp chairs and stools, except for food
and water. The game played on, players cycling in and out from the
side until after three hours, there was nobody left with the will
to play. Most of the group slept through the afternoon after
exerting themselves in the heat, it was dark when Bruce woke
up.
    Yet again, he stumbled to his feet and looked over
to the table in his RV. Brooke, Connor and Dylan were watching a
movie, he got up and walked over to them.
    “What the fuck are you watching?” asked Bruce.
    “Love Actually,” said Brooke.
    “You bunch of nancies,” said Bruce.
    “Fuck you!” said Brooke.
    “Not you, them! You’re supposed to be zombie slaying
action stars, not gay fuck muppets!” said Bruce.
    “Haven’t you ever considered the fact that all the
action and violence we’ve seen over the last year is enough, that
perhaps when we don’t have to be fighting we don’t want to watch
more?” asked Brooke.
    Bruce was taken aback by the comment, and he
actually thought about it for a minute. It was indeed true, he
played football for the very same reason, and that was a gay game,
so why not watch a chick’s movie and enjoy it for what it was,
peaceful. He may have thought it, but he’d never admit it.
    “You bunch of poofters!” said Bruce.
    He walked out of the RV to the delightful sight of a
roaring fire. It wasn’t needed for heat, but the light was
soothing, and he knew full well the naturally relaxing nature that
fire had on human beings. Bruce had spent many weekends before the
Zompoc sat around a campfire, an experience he’d always
enjoyed.
    “Right, get the grog out!” shouted Bruce.
    Ten people were gathered around the fire, out of a
total of forty six. It always felt like a good size group to be
part of, but when Bruce stopped to consider the fact that they were
some of the very lucky and capable few who were still human, it was
depressing. They carried on drinking throughout the night without
incident. The group called themselves The Wanderers, after one of
Jake’s favourite songs. He’d been a steady character throughout
their first year of survival, still driving his battered old Ford
F150.
    All of the group’s vehicles were heavily outfitted
with armour and protection, with thick roo bars or improvised rams
on the fronts and mesh grills over all windows. They rarely saw a
zombie during their camping, because they always made camp in
isolated and desolate lands. However, they knew for a fact that if
they stayed long enough in any one place that some number of
creatures would always find them.
    Since the first few days of the Zompoc beginning
Bruce had always made it his mission in life to face the zombies on
his terms, at a time and location of his choice, because too often
they had been forced into deadly situations.
    The