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organise security, I don’t want
any more surprises!” said Bruce.
    “No problem!” shouted Jake.
    Jake looked at the people who had gathered before
him, doing their jobs correctly and in good order. He was pleased
that after such a display of stupidity and poor discipline the
majority were carrying on as they should in these
circumstances.
    “Right, you’re going to have to get inside and take
care of them there, I’ll start arranging recovery of the vehicle,”
said Bruce.
    The five helpers nodded in response and began
climbing in through the roof hatch. Bruce made his way back up to
the road to where Jake stood.
    “Sentries are out, we’re all sorted,” said Jake.
    “Good job. Now, let’s talk about getting this
vehicle back on its feet,” said Bruce.
    “You want to recover it?” asked Jake.
    “Yeah, it’s a good vehicle and it’s had quite a bit
of time put into setting it up right. I don’t see any reason why we
can’t get it back on the road in no time. Will the trucks be able
to pull it over or will you need something heavier?” said
Bruce.
    “I guess if we get three of the trucks up here we’ll
manage it,” said Jake.
    “Alright, get on it,” said Bruce.
    He looked back at the vehicle resting on its side,
people clambering through the roof hatch.
    “What a complete fuck up,” said Bruce.
    He stumbled back towards his vehicle, now parked
fifty feet from the crash site. Bruce stepped up into the vehicle
and opened the onboard fridge. A beer was what he needed right now,
the heat and stress of the crappy morning being too much. Any
sensible leader would have kept strict rules on alcohol in the
Zombie Apocalypse, but not Bruce. He climbed up the ladder to the
roof where Dylan was sitting.
    “How’s it going, mate?” asked Dylan.
    Bruce sat down near Dylan, his feet hanging over the
edge of the vehicle.
    “Not too great,” said Bruce.
    “What’s up?” asked Dylan.
    “Look at this mess. We were lucky this time that
such stupidity happened in a safe area. Next time it could be the
end of all of us,” said Bruce.
    “But this was an accident, right?” asked Dylan.
    “Not really, we treat life like a party, it’s hardly
surprising that we should then suffer the same crap that party nuts
always do,” said Bruce.
    Bruce knocked back his cool beer, fully aware of the
contradictory nature of his words and actions. He thought about the
dangerous line they walked and the risks they took. Apart from the
careful and well planned image that they generally presented, the
group was gun hoe and took too many risks. Despite this, he
wondered if there was any other way. Humanity had never managed to
rid itself of vices such as alcohol, tobacco and gambling when it
was at its peak, how then could they be expected to be any
better?
    The more Bruce thought about it, the more his head
hurt. Perhaps he didn’t do things the best way possible, but they
were at least still alive, and perhaps actually getting some
enjoyment out of life was more important than doing everything
perfectly and safely.
    Twenty minutes later the three trucks were hitched
up to the crashed vehicle. They had decided to leave the survivors
and first aiders inside, have them hold on rather than escape
through the roof hatch, which was not easily accessible the way
vehicle lay on its side.
    “Ready?” shouted Jake.
    “Yeah, put some power down, but take it easy!”
shouted Bruce.
    The dirty and battered trucks slowly edged forward,
taking up the slack on the ropes until they finally pulled taut.
Eventually the stricken vehicle was lifted off the ground, being
pulled back upright. Finally the balance of weight on the wheels
was enough that the last two wheels smashed to the ground,
uprighting it. Bruce rushed to the main door, knocking on it.
    “Is everyone ok? Open up!” shouted Bruce.
    The door swung open, and he went aboard. Aside from
the minor injuries and one broken leg, they’d had a lucky escape.
He went to the front of