James Loscombe

THE BITTER END

Escape

They ran through the streets because her daddy said it would be pointless to try and take the car. She saw that he was right. There must have been a crash or something because there were broken cars everywhere. But she couldn’t see anybody in them. That was good. She didn’t want to see anyone hurt.

Cora Thompson held her mummy’s hand tightly. Her mummy looked scared and she didn’t want her to be scared. When her mummy was scared she remembered the time daddy had gone to hospital and she didn’t want to remember that.

Her daddy and Ben were a few metres in front. Pushing broken pieces of metal from the cars out of the way. It was the middle of the day and the sun was bright, it reflected on the metal like mirrors and she had to look away from things that were too bright.

There should have been other people, she realised. There should have been ambulances and police officers. There should have been a fire engine because one of the buildings was filling the air with poisonous smoke and heat. She wondered if there had been a terrorist attack. At school they had been told all about September 11th.

She could hear her mummy breathing as they ran. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes open wide but she didn’t turn her head, she kept her eyes focused on Ben and daddy ahead.

They ran for nearly an hour before they stopped to rest. She was tired but her daddy had a big bag on his back and carried another one in front of him. She had her My Little Pony backpack on, filled with her most precious things. They all had bags so there was no one who could carry her.

“How much further?” said her mummy.

Her daddy shook his head, “not much. We’ll be there before dark.”

They rested beneath a tree that grew out of the pavement. The shops around them were dark and empty. She realised that everyone had gone.

“Okay,” said her daddy, still panting and his face was red. “Are you ready?”

Her mummy nodded and then they were running again.

They ran along dirty alleyways that smelled funny and she could tell that they were going down hill. She heard some bells playing in a church and for a moment thought they were going there but they ran straight past. If there were any people inside she didn’t see them.

They ran until she was exhausted. She couldn’t pick her feet up anymore and she was getting more scared. No one had told her what they were doing. She started to cry.

“What is it sweat heart?” said her mummy. They stopped running but she was too scared to look around and see where they were.

She shook her head and the tears ran down her cheeks.

“Dennis,” called her mum and then she crouched down in front of Cora. “Come on honey, tell me what’s wrong.”

She said some things but most of it was muffled by the choking cry in her throat so that only “…scared…” came out.

Her mummy put her arms around her and squeezed. When she let go again Cora saw that her daddy and Ben were standing behind her. She didn’t look at Ben because he would be making some stupid face at her but she didn’t care. The fear was paralysing. She didn’t feel like she was running away from whatever was wrong but towards it.

“She’s scared,” said her mummy standing up but still keeping a hand on her shoulder. Her mummy was taller than her daddy which Cora hadn’t realised was unusual until just last year.

Her daddy bent down in front of her. “There’s nothing to be scared about Cora,” he said.

Then why, she tried to say, “…are we running?”

“It’s a game,” said her daddy. “You like games, don’t you?”

She didn’t like this game. This was a mean game and she didn’t want to play it anymore. She wanted to go back home and crawl under her bed sheets until the monsters went away. She shook her head.

Her daddy turned to look at her mummy who shrugged. Then he turned back to her and she could see that he was trying to relax but he still looked scared and that was even scarier. “We’re going on holiday,” he said.

She knew that they weren’t going on holiday. When you went on holiday you packed up all of your clothes the day before and you had them waiting by the front door for when the taxi came to take you to the airport. When you went on holiday you didn’t get woken up by your mummy shaking your shoulder and telling you in a panic to put your most important things in a bag and to hurry up. You didn’t run through the streets for hours not knowing where you were going.

“Come on,” said her daddy offering her his hand. “We’re almost there now.”

She took his hand but there was reluctance there. It was starting to get dark and that was another thing; the summer holidays were over now and they hadn’t been to buy her new things for school. Normally at the end of the summer holidays she got new pencils and a new bag but this year they hadn’t even talked about going shopping.

They walked now. She could see that it worried her mummy and daddy not to be running but she couldn’t run anymore. Her arms and legs were tired.

“What time is it?” said her mummy.

Her daddy looked at his watch. “Almost eight.”

Then her mummy looked up in the sky. Heavy looking clouds were blocking what was left of the suns light creating an artificial twilight. “We need to hurry up,” said her mummy.

Cora didn’t know why they had to hurry up but she soon found out.

A door swung open behind them and crashed against the wall. She turned around while still walking forwards.

A man stumbled out. He was dressed in rags and shielded his eyes against the weak sun. He had long arms and legs and he looked as if he had just woken up. He looked up the street and then down where he saw them.

The man smiled. She saw two sharp fangs at each corner of his mouth and she screamed.

Then her daddy turned and saw the man. “Oh shit!” he said.

Normally she would have laughed, because it was funny hearing her daddy swear, but not this time. He dropped the bag that he was carrying and she heard something inside it break. Then he picked her up and started to run.

Her mummy and Ben were running as well.

She could see the man behind them, running jerkily towards them as if his legs were too long for his body. A long tongue came out of his mouth and licked his lips. Cora screamed again.

At the bottom of the hill was the canal. She could see the little boats bobbing up and down on the water as the last of the sunlight started to fade. More men like the first were behind them now. They didn’t so much run as throw themselves through the air. They reminded her of new born animals she had seen on television, animals that weren’t quite sure yet how their bodies worked.

They ran down the steps and she thought that her daddy might drop her but he held tight.

“Which one?” said her mummy. She had stopped running and let Cora and her daddy overtake them.

“This way.”

They ran along the bank. She could see more men like the others, and some of them she thought were women, coming over the bridge towards them. Her daddy stopped beside one of the boats and they climbed onto it.

She didn’t like this. She was crying and she wasn’t even sure why. The men were so strange and there were so many of them.

Her mummy and Ben climbed on and her daddy started the engine. The boat moved away from the bank as the first man arrived. He lunged towards them but they were too far away.

He screamed as he hit the water and she was sure that she saw smoke rising from the surface.

The boat moved slowly towards the middle of the river and more of the men gathered around the bank, reaching out as if they could grab them and pull them back. She thought for sure that they would jump in the water and start following them but they didn’t.

Then they were moving and she was in a crying panic but her mummy and daddy didn’t seem to notice.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. She was convinced that one of the men had somehow got on the boat and was going to steal her away without her mummy and daddy noticing. When she turned to look she saw it was only Ben.

His face was pale and his eyes wide. He was a few years older than her and, she realised, big enough to understand more of what was going on. “It’s okay Cor,” he said.

She buried her face in his chest and felt him wrap his arms around her as the boat moved too slowly down the river.

Arrival

1

Hannah couldn’t sleep at night. At night she imagined that she could hear them out there, running through the long grass and climbing in the trees. Dennis said they were perfectly safe. She should have learned to trust him but how could he know? How could he really know?

So while Dennis slept in their bed, while Cora and Ben slept on the pull downs, she got up. She crept through to the living room and stood over the kids. If they woke up and saw her there they would be terrified. They might think that the world had ended all over again. But she couldn’t help herself.

When she had satisfied herself that they were okay, beyond the scars and the fear, she went to the door at the back. It was locked, of course. But if those things ever found them and wanted to get in the lock would hardly even slow them down.

Hannah took they key out of her dressing gown pocket and removed the padlock. She pushed open the doors slowly. They were well oiled and practically silent. Once they were open she quickly climbed the steps and went out, closing the door behind her lest the wind get in and wake the children.

Outside it was silent and cold. She wrapped her dressing gown tightly around her and looked towards the bank of the canal. There were no trees, that had been her imagination. Dennis never would have stopped for the night in a location with limited visibility. Instead there were rolling fields lit by the stark moonlight and a billion bright stars.

At the top of the hill she could make out the shape of a farmhouse. Even from this distance and in the dark she could see the half-collapsed walls that told her a battle had been fought there. She wondered what had happened to the humans, whether they had run away, whether they had lived or died. Either way it was certain there was no one there now.

She shivered but she didn’t go back inside. She felt safer out here, where she could see that none of them were hiding. Dennis said they couldn’t cross the river, but how did he know? No one had even known they existed until six-months ago so why did he suddenly consider himself an expert?

She looked at the black water, rippling away from the bobbing boat. The moonlight made it sparkle. It was early September but the water would be freezing. She wondered how long she would struggle for if she fell in, or would the cold simply overwhelm her.

A lot of people she knew had killed themselves. In the last days there had been no shame in it. Better that than … well, it didn’t bear thinking about what would happen if you got taken. And what of those that survived? Was it really a life worth living? To spend it in fear, constantly looking over your shoulder, jumping at every little sound. The idea of settling in one place a dream that would be lost within a generation.

The kids were the only reason she was still here. Even Dennis, who she couldn’t live without, didn’t seem worth living for. Some people had killed themselves and their children and hearing about it she had reacted with the shocked revulsion of a mother. Sometimes she wondered though; what sort of life were they raising Cora and Ben for? Just eight and eleven years old, they wouldn’t remember the world as it used to be.

Hannah sighed and considered going back inside but her thoughts were churning now and she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She would probably just wake Dennis and he wouldn’t be cross but he’d be able to tell what sort of mood she was in and want to talk about it.

She picked at a loose bit of paint on the blue doors. Until a week ago she had never been on a canal boat. She didn’t like the water. Now it looked like she was going to spend the rest of her life living on it. The idea appalled her in the way unnatural things often did. She could see the land, could almost reach out and touch it but it was too dangerous to go there.

The piece of blue came away like dry glue and revealed a dull grey beneath. She flicked the hardened paint away and watched it land on the water, float there for a moment and then sink below.

She felt like crying all the time. Dennis said she was suffering from shock. She both loved and feared the way he was just getting on with things but thought he was probably suffering from shock as well. If such a thing had still existed they would probably both be seeing psychiatrists.

The cold wind went through her and she shivered. Inside it was warm and comfortable but she wasn’t ready to go back yet. Dennis had found the long boat. Some rich jerks play thing, he’d called it. Whoever owned it was probably dead so they’d taken it.

It seemed strange that only three days had passed, like it should have been more. The boat was already starting to feel like home in the way she supposed a prison cell would if you stayed there long enough.

The boat rocked gently back and forth, towards the shore and away from it as if it couldn’t make up its mind. She watched the ripples spread out across the water and out of sight in the darkness.

She should go back inside. Dennis would be worried about her if he woke up and found her gone. He might even wake up the children in his panic before realising that was the last thing he wanted to do. Then he would fumble and mumble some half-cocked excuse to try and get them to go back to sleep but it wouldn’t work.

She leaned against the side and looked out behind the boat. The scene was almost unchanged from the one in front. A crooked spired church stood in place of the farmhouse and a black bird soared across the sky. She wondered what the animals thought of all this, whether they wondered what had happened to all the humans in the same way they had wondered when the animals started to vanish. Or did they simply enjoy the extra food and freedom it gave them?

Hannah turned back towards the door. The cold finally starting to get to her, she wanted to be back inside. She took a final look around to make sure nothing had snuck up on her and then she went in.

The warmth of the boat stung her skin like a hot bath. She closed the door behind her and stopped to look down at each of her children asleep before walking into the bedroom. The floor rocked from side to side as she moved but nobody seemed to notice.

2

Hannah woke to the smell of bacon frying. She rolled over and opened her eyes and saw she was alone in bed. The boat engine hummed and she could hear water splashing aggressively against the side. They were moving then and nobody had woken her.

She arched her back and stretched. Despite her late night wandering she felt as if she’d had a good eight hours. She felt better for it and climbed out of bed with the nearest thing she’d had to a smile for weeks.

In the kitchen she found Dennis cooking breakfast. He smiled at her as she walked towards him. “How are you doing?” he said in that soft sympathetic voice that sometimes irritated her, sometimes didn’t.

“I’m good,” she said and meant it. Maybe the dark days were behind her. She opened her arms and embraced him. He was a few inches shorter than her, his dark hair tickled her nose.

He pulled away and turned back to the bacon.

“Who’s driving?” she said.

He shrugged. “They couldn’t stop arguing about it so I told them to take it in turns.”

She thought about going up to see them, felt a desperate longing to see a pair of carefree smiling faces, but she didn’t. It would only irritate them, make them feel as if she was checking up on them. “Smells good,” she said.

The toast popped up and he pulled it straight from the toaster and onto a plate. They ate well for the time being. The fresh food would only last for so long so they might as well enjoy it. She wondered if she would eat bacon again before she died.

“What’s the plan for today?” she said.

He put two more slices of bread in the toaster and spun around to the frying pan. “Keep pushing on,” he said.

He placed a cup of coffee in front of her. She let the smell rise up and savoured it for a moment before picking it up.

When the bacon was cooked she took two plates up to the kids. Ben was the spitting image of his father and Cora had a lot of the same features too; the straight roman nose, the round jaw and high cheek bones. She had Hannah’s blue eyes and curly blond hair though.

“Thanks mum,” said Ben. He had grown out of calling her ‘mummy’ some time in the last six months and she supposed Cora wouldn’t be far behind. They had both aged more than they should have recently.

She stood on the stairs and drank her coffee, silently watching Ben devour his sandwich while Cora steered and then swapping over. They were her reason, they were why she hadn’t hung herself or put a bullet through her head, like others had done.

She left them to it and returned to her now cold bacon. It tasted as good as anything could at the moment. Her mood was starting to sour as she wondered what the future held for Ben and Cora.

In the afternoon she took over up top. A grey mist had settled low over the canal and the moisture in it soaked her clothes as good as rain. She watched the open countryside pass by at a steady ten miles per hour. She had never been much of a country girl. She preferred the hustle and excitement of the big city but she would have given anything to stop the boat and run through the green fields. Anything except what it would actually cost.

Alone with her thoughts she tried to remain upbeat but really, what was there to be upbeat about? The world was over, there was no more civilisation. The people who were left lived like gypsies, roaming from place to place in search of a safety that no longer existed.

As the sun began to set Dennis appeared with dinner. A steaming plate of meat, cooked almost to ash.

“You want to talk about it?” he said.

She shrugged and chewed on a mouthful of what might have been beef. “What’s the point? It’s not going to change anything.”

“Maybe not,” he said, “might make you feel better though.”

She kept eating but knew he’d get it out if her. She wasn’t putting up much resistance, she didn’t have the energy for it.

When she had finished eating he took the plate from her but didn’t go back inside.

“So what is it?” he said.

Hannah swallowed the last of the meat, playing for time. Then she spoke; “Don’t you ever wonder what the point of all this is?”

Dennis nodded as if it was what he had expected her to say. For all she knew it was, he could be surprisingly perceptive at times. For a long time he didn’t say anything. The world around them became dark. She could hear the kids inside shouting and laughing, playing some silly game they’d made up to pass the time.

“What’s the alternative?” he said at last.

She shrugged. She knew what her alternative was, it was up to him to find his own.

“We just give up? Stop the boat now, get off and wait for the first group of those things to find us?”

“There’s other ways. I mean, I’m not saying that I want to, but we don’t have to keep running.”

He shook his head and she thought he looked disappointed. “What about the kids?”

“We could take them with us.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” she was starting to get upset now, could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. “What is there for them here? They’ll spend their whole lives running, scared and alone. Is that the kind of life you want for them?”

“It’s better than no life at all, isn’t it?”

She wasn’t so sure but she didn’t have the energy for an argument. She just shook her head and said, “I don’t know Dennis. I just don’t know.”

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a battered piece of paper. He started to unfold it and she saw how weak the folds were, like it had been opened and poured over hundreds of times.

“What’s that?” she said.

He held it out and she took it. It was a map of the canal network with pencil scribbles she couldn’t read. “I didn’t want to tell you, until I knew for sure.”

The fact that he had kept it secret from her was almost as surprising as the fact that he had a plan at all. “What is it?”

“Somewhere we can go. I think. I guess we won’t know for sure until we get there.”

She examined the map but didn’t really understand it. She hadn’t read a map since she was in the Girl Guides, sat-nav had been a common feature in cars by the time she was old enough to drive.

“It should take us another week,” he said and took the map back from her, folded it and put it back in his pocket. “If we don’t run into any trouble.”

He did not need to elaborate on the sort of trouble they might run into. “And if there’s nothing there?” she said.

“Then we can consider alternatives,” he said, which was as close as he ever got to saying there was merit in her idea of a quick and painless death.

Dennis took over so that she could put the children to bed. She washed them at the sink because they hadn’t figured out how to get the shower to work. While they were drying and brushing their teeth she pulled out the two sofas and put bed sheets over them. Ben got into bed wearing Spider-Man pyjamas that were getting too small for him. Cora was still little enough to be happy in a pink nighty.

They hadn’t brought any books with them which was a shame. She had a lot of books, leather bound editions that had been worth a lot of money. Not that it was the money that bothered her now. Now it was the knowledge that those books were gone, lost, as if they had never been written at all.

She had an ebook reader but without electricity to charge it was a lump of plastic. She kept it with her in the hope that one day they would be in a position to waste petrol running a generator and that the books it contained could once again be accessed. If that ever happened maybe she would copy the books out onto paper, to preserve them for the future. If there was going to be a future.

The only books she had to read to the children were those left by the boats original owner. Unfortunately most of those seemed to be smutty erotica. Not the sort of thing she wanted to expose her children to. Instead she told them the stories she remembered, making up the words and some of the character names. They weren’t really sleepy yet but they listened anyway, there wasn’t anything else for them to do in the dark.

At some point during Hannah’s version of Oliver Twist the door opened.

“Hannah?”

She looked back but she couldn’t see anything in the dark.

“Could you come up here a minute?”

She recognised the tone of forced calm. Something was wrong and he didn’t want the children to know about it.

“What is it mum?” said Cora, she sounded sleepy but she was fighting it.

“It’s nothing honey,” she said but couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation for Dennis calling her away from them. “Just wait here and I’ll go and see.”

She bent over and kissed her little girl on the forehead. She turned to do the same to Ben but he scowled so she made do with patting his arm.

“Close the door,” said Dennis in a calm whisper that worried her at once.

She did as he told her. “What is it?”

He didn’t speak but pointed towards the bank on their right. It was lined with overgrown trees and tall grass. She squinted into the dark and saw two shapes running along the bank, easily keeping up with the boat despite the obstacles presented by fallen branches and fences.

She jumped when she felt Dennis’s arm around her. She hadn’t realised that she had moved closer to him. He held he firmly. “It’s alright,” he whispered. His mouth was so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. “They can’t get us while we’re on the water.”

Hannah watched the shapes that from a distance might have been mistaken for human. But if you watched closely you could tell the difference. They moved like animals: their long limbs making smooth movements through the air. They were faster, they had better vision, hearing and smell. If you got close enough to one, they said, you could see their smooth pale skin, like white porcelain. Personally she didn’t think anyone had come that close to one and survived. If you got that close they would just grab you and sink their sharp fangs into your neck. If you were lucky they would kill you outright, if not you’d become just like them: superhuman in some ways, subhuman in all the important ones.

Hannah sunk into Dennis. She could hear them, grunting and growling. “Are you sure they can’t cross the water?” she said.

“If they could they would have done by now. They’ve been following us for the last half hour.”

She shuddered to think that while she’d been making up beds for the kids those things had been out there. Waiting for them to get close enough so they could jump across.

“What are we going to do?” she said.

He didn’t say anything and she knew there was more that he wasn’t telling her.

“What is it Dennis?” she said.

She turned to see him squirming. Whatever it was it was the reason he’d called her up. If they had been following the boat for thirty minutes then something else must have changed.

“According to the map,” he said in a way that made it clear he thought the map was to blame, “we’re approaching a lock.”

She nodded. She felt serenely calm. This was what she had expected, there wouldn’t be a happy ending for them. “How long?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

That was long enough. If she got the kids to sleep she could use a pillow on Cora. Dennis would need to deal with Ben, he was too strong for her.

“Are they asleep?”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Do you want to see if you can sleep for a bit?”

She turned around so she could see him and frowned. Why would she want to sleep now? She was going to be dead in fifteen minutes.

“I can keep going for a few hours,” he said, “but not all night.”

“Keep… what are you talking about?”

She noticed that they were passing the same cluster of trees again. Or were they? It was difficult to tell in the dark and all trees looked about the same.

“One of us needs to keep driving until morning.”

Hannah felt sick to her stomach. Of course, it had been obvious. They just had to keep going until sunrise, by then they would be safe and they could continue to the lock. In her mind she had already stuffed a pillow over Cora’s mouth and held it down until she stopped struggling. She started to cry.

“What is it?” said Dennis.

She shook her head. “You go in and get some rest. I don’t think I could sleep yet.”

He didn’t argue with her. She took the tiller from him.

“Give me a call if you need me. Otherwise I’ll be out in a couple of hours to take over.” He kissed her softly on the lips and went inside.

She watched the creatures on the bank stop as the boat turned. They were smart, that was just one of the things that made them so dangerous. When the boat pulled away again they started to follow.

It started to get cold and Dennis appeared with a jacket for her. “You alright up here by yourself?”

She nodded and took the jacket from him. “You should be resting.”

The creatures continued their journey up and down the bank while she continued theirs up and down the river.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “Are they still there?”

“Still there.” She had considered switching off the engine and letting the boat drift along to save fuel but there was a slight current towards the bank and she was afraid that if she fell asleep they would drift towards shore and the first she would know about it would be when she woke up as one of them.

“You want a coffee of something?”

“Coffee would be good,” she said.

He disappeared back inside and returned a few minutes later with two steaming cups of black coffee. There was no milk left. “We should think about weapons,” he said, settling his cup on top of the boat and closing the door behind him.

Finding weapons would be easy. There were thousands of guns just laying in the street where the army had been overrun. Getting to them would be more difficult but, she supposed, if they set off early enough they could be there and back before sunset.

“Is there a city on your map?” she said.

He took it out of his pocket and peered at it. He wouldn’t be able to see anything in the dark, frankly she was surprised he could see anything in the light. His glasses had broken when he tripped over, while they were travelling to the boat. There hadn’t been time to find another pair.

“We can’t be too far from Reading,” he said.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say that her sister lived in Reading but, of course, she didn’t. Probably no one lived there anymore.

Dennis sat with her until she started to yawn. “Go and get some sleep,” he said.

“I’m alright,” she said. But a few minutes later her eyes were starting to feel heavy and she couldn’t keep them open. The fear of the creatures stalking along the bank remained but it wasn’t enough to keep her awake anymore.

“At least let me steer, before you run us into a bridge or something.” He didn’t need to say what ‘something’ might be.

“Maybe I’ll just go and check on the kids,” she said and let him take the tiller. She saw him smile but kissed him anyway and then went back inside.

It was warm and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay awake for long. She also couldn’t look at the faces of the sleeping children who, just a few hours earlier, she had killed.

Without getting undressed she climbed into bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

3

That night she dreamed. She dreamed that they were back at home. They had a nice home, a nice life. They lived in a new apartment block near the city centre. Dennis was in stocks, ‘not a stockbroker’ he’d told her but she could never remember what he actually did. She had been in marketing before Ben had come along. She hadn’t worked since.

They were in their mid-thirties and their friends were all settled down having children as well. They had a good social life. A good life. Then she dreamed that the creatures came and it wasn’t a dream but a memory.

She was laying in bed and she could hear Dennis beside her, breathing heavily, his throat making that irritating irregular rasping sound. He had been drinking the night before. But she could also hear something else, a scratching noise that sounded like hissing.

She didn’t know what it was, no one knew what it was back then. The population just exploded overnight. One day they were nowhere, the next day they were everywhere. And that was the night.

The night that they swarmed all over the building. Climbed up the outside of the sleek glass and steel tower. They could constrict their bodies, stretch them out, to get in through air vents that would have been impossible for a human.

And there they were now, crawling through the pipes above their heads, scratching and hissing from behind hollow walls. She could hear them and she knew they were there but she couldn’t move. She was paralysed. In the dark of the night she was the only one who knew what was coming and she was the only one who couldn’t move.

She tried to scream but nothing came out except a soundless gasp. It was like spiders crawling up her spine. If she couldn’t save herself then she wanted to warn her family but she couldn’t even do that. She was trapped, they were trapped, there was nothing she could do and they were all going to die.

It hadn’t happened like that.

No one had known they were coming but it hadn’t happened over night. It took weeks rather than days for it to become an epidemic. It was true that no one seemed to be able to stop them but it was also true that no one even seemed to try until it was too late.

She woke in a cold sweat to find sunlight streaming through the thin white curtains behind her. She was panting, out of breath. Hannah jumped up and ran out of the bedroom to find her children gone, their beds neatly made. She could hear them laughing and joking outside.

4

The river had flooded the Oracle shopping centre. It lapped against a deflated bouncy castle, the blue plastic had faded and turned yellow in places. Little waterfalls had formed running down the bricked hills. The McDonalds on one side was beneath a foot of water, on the other side the tables outside Starbucks had been turned over and lay half submerged.

Hannah steered the boat. Dennis jumped off holding a length of rope and looped it around the metal safety barrier that ran along the length of the the river. He pulled the boat towards him and then tied the rope. Ben threw another rope from the back and he tied that off as well.

She stopped the engine and the silence was like being punched in the stomach. The Oracle wasn’t as big as some shopping centres but it had always been noisy. The sound of a thousand people talking, laughing and joking, their only worry being whether the dress they liked would be available in their size. There had been music and the sound of children. Now there was nothing.

“All ashore that’s coming ashore,” said Dennis.

She turned and saw him helping the children down. They soaked their shoes and trousers in a foot of water that had once been dry land. She wondered if it was safe for them to be doing this, whether it made more sense for her and the kids to stay on the boat while Dennis went looking for weapons. She didn’t much like the idea of Ben and Cora handling guns but what other choice did they have? They needed more than just guns if they were going to keep going.

Dennis helped her down and she winced as the cold water climbed up her trousers. The children were already standing at the top in front of another coffee shop. She let Dennis take her hand and lead her up the wet steps.

The automatic doors were stuck on open. The floor was slippery with about an inch of water running down into House of Frasier and to the escalators. Which weren’t working. Hannah reached for Cora’s hand — she knew that Ben wouldn’t let her take his — as they passed the cash machines which might as well have been spitting out fifties for all the good they could do them now.

At the top of the stairs they passed Thornton’s which was one of the few shops to have its shutters pulled down. She would have liked to take some chocolate with them but supposed it was all beginning to rot now.

The floor was dry at the top and their shoes squeaked as they walked. The lights were off but there was a dirty glass ceiling that let in enough light for them to see by. They walked slowly around the corner and then out the other side, across the bridge and up to John Lewis.

She and Dennis had been discussing the plan for the last three days. She knew exactly what they were there to do. But she hadn’t accounted for an increasing desire to look around the shops she used to buy clothes from and maybe pick herself up a nice outfit. She thought it would make her feel better. She kept quiet and followed Dennis through the narrow passageway and onto the high street.

This was where the damage had been done. The air still smelled faintly of smoke. The brick ground was carpeted in glass from the windows that had been broken, overturned army vehicles lay in ruin. An old book shop must have been hit with a bomb or something, the buildings on either side of it leaned towards each other like drunks at a party. Hannah hadn’t realised how much she would have liked to take away a few books but all that was left were charred pages and empty covers laying in the rubble.

They found what they wanted laying in the middle of the street, casually discarded like coffee cups. Dennis walked towards a gun, some sort of pistol and looked around. She stood a little way back with Cora and Ben, whose arm she had grabbed to hold him in place.

Dennis looked around but she could tell they were alone there. Then cautiously he bent down and touched the pistol briefly, as if he was afraid it would burn him. When nothing happened he picked it up.

“It’s heavy,” he said. He didn’t speak loudly but, with no other sounds around, she could easily hear him.

He put the gun in his bag without checking to see if it was loaded. As far as she knew he didn’t even know how. She just hoped that if the time ever came they would be able to work out how to fire the thing. He picked up more guns, gaining confidence each time he dropped one in the bag, making a loud clack. After just a few minutes he had a bag full of handguns, machine guns and rifles. It was not yet mid-day.

“We should get back to the boat,” she said when he walked back to them.

“Don’t you want to do some shopping?” he said.

Her heart lifted but she pushed it back down. That wasn’t what they were here for and they couldn’t afford to waste time. They needed to get back on the river and to as wide a stretch as possible. “We don’t have time.”

“Come on,” he said, already walking. “It’s on the way back and we need stuff for the kitchen. The kids need clothes as well.”

She followed him. Ben tried to walk ahead to be with his father, no doubt drawn by the exotic treasure he had in his bag, but she kept a tight hold on his arm.

“Don’t you want anything?”

She did want things. She wanted a nice dress and some pretty shoes. But that wasn’t the world they lived in anymore. “Maybe some more boots,” she said. “And some trousers.”

They walked back along the narrow alleyway which still smelled faintly of piss. They walked past the entrance to John Lewis and back across the bridge to the Oracle. She thought he was going to suggest they split up. She wouldn’t have let it happen but the fact that he didn’t even suggest it worried her. Did he think there was something in the shopping centre that could get them?

He dropped the heavy bag of guns on the floor at the bottom of the escalator. “Where first?” he said.

It would have been easy to imagine they were back in the old world. A Saturday morning spent walking around the shops followed by lunch in a nice pub and then the drive home. But she wouldn’t let herself be drawn into that fantasy. This was a dangerous world. She couldn’t afford to relax.

They walked up the escalator to the top floor of the Oracle. A 1950s style diner was empty but still smelled of hamburgers. A cart selling cheap mobile phone accessories had been pushed out of its usual spot into the middle of the floor.

“I didn’t realise they’d closed The Gap,” she said. The space stood empty, even the fixtures and fittings had been removed. It was a meaningless comment to make.

Dennis didn’t respond. They continued walking towards Debenhams.

All of the shops were dark and she suddenly found herself wondering where the creatures went when the sun came up. In the old stories they went back to their graves and slept in their coffins. Some of the old stuff was true but this seemed unlikely. For one thing that would make them vulnerable and, as the last six months had proved, there was nothing weak about them.

Somewhere dark then — like a shopping centre — where they could hide from the sun but defend themselves if needed. She forced herself to look away from the dark shops and dragged the kids behind her as she ran to catch up with Dennis.

In Debenhams they picked up clothes in bundles and shoved them into plastic bags that they found behind the tills. Hannah couldn’t resist a slinky red strapless dress and matching shoes but she shoved it deep down in the bag underneath the more practical combat trousers and boots.

Downstairs they got cooking pans and tins of Calor gas for when the boat ran out. The floor was under a few inches of water which ruined anything on the bottom shelves but they still found everything they needed, and more. As they were leaving Hannah saw a display of soft toys and on impulse shoved a couple of them into her bag.

Outside it had started to rain. They ran towards the boat, their feet splashing in the water. She looked longingly at McDonalds but knew that any food left in there would be ruined. She climbed onto the boat with Cora and Ben while Dennis untied it.

As they drifted down the river she looked back at the Oracle. A tomb now that the world had ended. There weren’t even enough people left to have ransacked it. Ben and Cora had at least known this world, even though just for a short time. But what would their children think? What would they think when they found these temples that her people had built? She shook her head but kept thinking about the people that would come next.

The people who knew nothing of the world before, the people who had grown up in a world where they weren’t the number one predator. She wondered what that would be like, to be running scared your whole life. She wondered if the world would ever recover.

“You coming in?”

She looked back to see Dennis standing at the door. He was on the bottom step so that only his head stuck out and looked like it was rolling around by itself on top of the boat. She smiled to herself at the thought.

“Are you going to drive then?” she said.

“Good point, well made. I’ll stick the kettle on shall I?”

They had picked up some more coffee, bags of different blends and flavours. “Sounds good.”

He vanished from sight and she was left with her thoughts but she had lost the trail of them. Instead she watched the tall buildings on either side of the river give way to smaller ones and eventually to open fields.

5

They didn’t talk about the guns. Hannah hadn’t even thought about them since they had returned from their little shopping expedition. A week passed.

She was starting to feel a little better about things. They hadn’t seen any more of the creatures following the boat and they were making good progress. She had begun to put her suicidal thoughts down to a sort of shock that she now thought she was recovering from.

They had a plan, a simple one but still a plan: they would continue to follow the rivers and canals to the place where Dennis said there was a sort of commune. After that, depending on what they found, they would either stop or carry on. According to his calculations they would arrive in the next two or three days.

The weather was fine. The kids were up top with their dad and she was supposed to be asleep. She had tried to sleep but it wouldn’t come. The light was too bright coming through the curtains so she had to get up and find her sleeping mask. But then she lay down and tried to sleep and found it was too warm under the covers. On top of them it was too cold. She didn’t feel like sleeping anyway.

Then she remembered the dress. The long red dress that revealed her shoulders. She had bought heels as well. She realised that she hadn’t tried on the dress. There hadn’t seemed much point at the time, she hadn’t expected to ever wear it. Now it seemed foolish to be carrying around a dress that might not even fit. She wondered where she had put it.

She checked in the small cupboard that was crammed full of jumpers and trousers and at the bottom a pile of shoes. She started to pull them out before she decided that it probably wasn’t in there.

She walked out into the living room, quietly so as not to alert her family to the fact that she was awake and up. She wanted to be alone, even if she wasn’t asleep.

She checked the bags of clothes that were stored beneath the sofa. All of the things they had taken for Cora and Ben were there, the spare trousers and boots for her and Dennis too, but not her dress.

It also wasn’t in the kitchen in the bag that contained the pots and pans, or is the bathroom where more bags had been piled in the shower cubicle. She wondered if she had forgotten to bring it with her, maybe the bag was even now sitting outside the Oracle or, more likely, had been pulled in by the river and was now at the bottom of it.

Hannah walked back into her bedroom thinking that she would lie down. Even if she couldn’t sleep she could rest.

When you opened the door to the bedroom you could glimpse a full length mirror leaning against the wall. If you stood in front of the mirror you could see yourself but from the door it gave you an angle of the room. Looking in the mirror from the door meant you could see under the bed.

She looked now and saw it, the off white bag with ‘ENHA’ written on it. She pulled it out to reveal the rest of the word and her red dress came tumbling out over the floor.

The brown canvas bag full of guns was behind it.

She reached for the bag, her dress forgotten about for now. It was heavy but it slid across the floor easily enough. A chill went through her. It had taken her almost an hour to find the bag and then it had been an accident, but what if Ben or Cora found it?

The bag had been there for a week now and they hadn’t found it. Really there was nowhere safer it could be. But she hadn’t known it was there and somehow that made a big difference. What she didn’t know hadn’t been able to hurt her but now she did know and it could. She thought that this new secret knowledge would worry her for days. She would probably say something to Dennis, when she could no longer stand the worry. Not that there was much he could do about it.

Nervously she reached for the zipper and opened the top. She looked down and the pile of steel and it occurred to her that they wouldn’t do much good against the creatures. If ordinary weapons had been any good then the army wouldn’t have been overwhelmed quite so quickly.

It seemed impossible that this thought hadn’t occurred to Dennis, although obviously it hadn’t occurred to her. If that was the case though maybe they could just throw them in the river and she wouldn’t have to worry.

She reached into the bag and picked up a pistol. It was dense and heavy. She shook it gently but it didn’t make a sound. She wondered how she would find out if it was loaded. The obvious way would be to take it up top and squeeze the trigger but if she did that Ben would want a go and if she let Ben have a go Cora would want one too and if you tried to explain to Cora that she was too young she wouldn’t listen, she would shake her head and insist it was because she was a girl.

Hannah could hear the kids up top, running up and down the roof by the sound of it, rocking the boat from side to side, laughing and shouting.

“They’re vampires,” said Ben

“There’s no such thing,” shouted Cora back to him.

“There is too.”

“Na-ah mum said.”

She smiled to herself. They were good kids, she was glad she had them, even though their future was uncertain. She put the gun back in the bag, zipped it up and was about to push it back under the bed when the engine abruptly cut out and the laughing stopped.

She paused with the bag still in her hand. She could hear Dennis’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. He might have been talking to the children but she didn’t think so.

Hannah crept out of the bedroom into the corridor that ran past the bathroom and through it into the living room. The door was closed but she could hear Dennis talking now.

“…no room for anymore,” he said.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up as if she might be able to see though the blue metal doors. Her heart was fluttering. She was now sure that he wasn’t speaking to the kids but then who was he talking to? They hadn’t seen a single person since boarding the boat. Just vam… the creatures. The last time she’d checked they had been passing through part of the country that had been sparsely populated even before the world had ended.

Dennis was quiet, presumably whoever he had been speaking to was speaking back.

“Two kids … don’t have any space,” he said.

Whoever he was talking to seemed to want to come aboard but of course he wouldn’t let them. She waited for the engine to be switched back on, for them to start moving again but neither happened. She wondered what had got him to stop in the first place.

She felt the boat rock as if someone had jumped on or off. She waited but she couldn’t hear any more talking and after a time the motion stopped. She thought about going back into the bedroom to get a gun but she’d read somewhere that you were more likely to kill a member of your own family than anyone else with a gun. So instead she continued to wait.

Five, maybe ten minutes later the door opened and Ben looked down. She was relieved to see that he was okay and almost told him so, but then he held a finger to his lips and she was quiet.

She waited at the bottom of the steps while Ben came inside followed closely by Cora. Their father did not come down which wasn’t unusual. Someone had to steer the boat so it was rare for all of them to be in the same place at the same time.

“What’s going on?” she said. Her heart was fluttering like it was Christmas morning and she was eight years old.

“Dad’s gone ashore,” said Ben.

She frowned, couldn’t understand what she was being told. “Why?” she said at last.

“There was a man who wanted to come with us,” said Ben. “Dad said no.”

“So why did he go ashore?” she said.

“The man said he had a boat but it didn’t work. He asked dad if he would take a look.”

“And he said ‘yes’?” she said. She couldn’t believe Dennis could be so irresponsible. What if something happened to him? What would she and the kids do?

Ben nodded. Cora stood by his side, she looked guilty, as if this was her fault.

“Can you see them?”

Ben shook his head.

She sighed. “Okay, do you know which direction they went?”

He nodded.

She thought about going back into the bedroom and getting a gun but she wasn’t even sure if she was going to go after him. What good could she really do? Either he would be okay or he wouldn’t, if she went after him and the man intended to hurt, or even kill, him she would just end up suffering the same. Then what would happen to the kids?

They would be all alone. They knew how to drive the boat but they didn’t know where they were going. If they lasted a night they would be lucky. No, it was better that she kept herself alive and leave Dennis to whatever fait awaited him. She was on the verge of making up her mind to lock up the boat and move on when she heard him call her.

She looked at the kids but they just shrugged. They had no more idea what was going on than she did. “Wait here,” she said.

Hannah climbed the steps. She didn’t think his voice had betrayed any sense of fear but she was feeling plenty of it herself. At the top she could see Dennis sanding on the grassy bank with a man beside him. He wasn’t an old man but he had long white hair and a big white curly beard. She could understand why Dennis had trusted him; he looked just like Santa Claus, right down to the belly full of jelly and excepting the different clothes. The man standing next to Dennis was wearing brown and green camouflage combats and a green t-shirt.

Dennis was smiling which was good. The man beside him was holding a dark green hat in his hands, nervously twisting it back and forth. There was a gap of about five metres to the bank so the boat must have drifted away since he’d crossed.

“Who’s that?” she said, still not convinced that she shouldn’t run back in and get a gun.

“This is Mr Shorehill,” said Dennis.

The man leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

“Frank,” said Dennis. “He says you should call him Frank.”

She raised a hand, unsure how to react. This felt strange. Frank Shorehill was the first person she had seen, other than her own family, in more than three weeks. She couldn’t tell whether he was friendly or not.

“Bring the boat over Hann,” he said.

She examined him for some secret cue that he didn’t want her to bring the boat to shore but if he was giving one it was too subtle for her to detect. She turned the key and the diesel motor groaned into action, chugging away beneath her.

Dennis had always parked the boat at night so she was not used to the delicate movements required to get it to shore. After several unsuccessful attempts Ben and Cora appeared on deck and threw the front and rear ropes to shore so Dennis and Frank could help pull the boat in.

Cautiously she stepped off the boat onto the shore. A yellow rubble path was mostly hidden by long grass.

Frank offered her his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you dear.”

She put his age at about fifty but he might have been younger. These had been tough times and she was sure she wasn’t the only one who looked a few years older than she actually was.

“Frank wants to come with us,” said Dennis. He was practically jumping up and down on the spot and she realised that he was excited.

“We don’t have room,” she said, not unkindly.

She was not overjoyed at the idea that Dennis had invited a complete stranger to join them. Maybe he was excited but how much could you really learn about someone in fifteen minutes. He might have been a murderer for all they knew. “Sorry Mr Shorehill.”

“Frank, please,” he said, “and space won’t be a problem. I have my own boat.”

His voice was soft and his accent well-to-do  not to murder them all.

“You should see it,” said Dennis, “it’s something else.”

She ignored him and continued to look at Frank, he didn’t wilt or budge under her hardest stare. “If you have a boat,” she said, “why do you need us?”

He shrugged and for the first time she thought his true character might be coming out. His cheeks reddened. “Its been a long time since I’ve had any company,” he said. “My dear wife, she…” he turned away.

Hannah didn’t need to hear the rest. He’d lost his wife to the creatures. The vampires, as the kids called them, although the term worried her. Films, television and books had softened the image of vampires and these creatures were anything but soft. She worried that calling them vampires made them seem less threatening.

“I’m sorry,” said Frank, pressing his fingers into his eyes. “It’s still difficult to talk about.”

She nodded, she was sorry for him, she really was, but she had to think about her family. “Dennis, can I have a word with you?” she said.

He nodded and followed her a few steps away from the old man. She watched him over Dennis’s shoulder. He just stood there with his hands clasped behind his back looking out at the fields.

“Are you out of your mind?” she said in a whisper which she could only hope portrayed her anger.

“What?” he said.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? You can’t just go around inviting random strangers to come along with us.”

“He’s not random, he’s fine.”

“How do you know? How do you know it’s not all some act so he can gain our trust and then when we let our guard down he’ll kill us all while we sleep?”

He laughed but then saw that she wasn’t joking. “He’s not going to kill us.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I … I just … Just trust me. Okay?”

She almost exploded at him but she kept her voice down. “No Dennis, it is not okay. What if he does something to one of the kids?”

“He’s not going to hurt the kids,” said Dennis but she could see she’d managed to rattle him. That worked for her.

She spoke more softly, “you don’t know that. You can’t know that.”

He nodded, went quiet for a moment. “What if we tell him he has to stay on his boat and tell the kids they can’t leave ours?”

She thought about it.

“If we tell him he can’t come there’s nothing we can do to stop him following us.”

She thought about the gun under the bed. She thought there was something they could do. But Dennis had a point and she didn’t think she had it in her to shoot a (probably) innocent man.

She nodded. “But if he tries to come on our boat…”

“He won’t,” said Dennis, some of the old excitement returning to his voice.

“But if he does…”

“I’ll deal with him,” he said and she could tell by his expression that they were both thinking the same thing.

“Okay then,” she said and Dennis kissed her on the lips before rushing back over to Frank Shorehill to give him the good news.

Frank left and returned a few minutes later in his boat. It really was something special and seeing it gave Hannah even more reason to be wary of him. It wasn’t a canal boat but a speed boat, painted a dull black it looked like the sort of thing the military might have put together.

That evening they moored their boats next to each other and ate fresh fish that Frank had caught earlier in the day. He sat on his boat and they on theirs. He made no attempt to cross the divide as he told them all about how he had found himself on the river.

He told them that when the creatures got into his house he ran. He wasn’t proud of the fact but he had seen what they could do and that once they found his wife, Margaret was her name, he knew there was nothing he could do for her. So he’d run. Their house was by the river but he wasn’t particularly aiming for the water. They didn’t own a boat or anything so when he realised where he was going he thought that he would have to swim for safety.

He found the black boat waiting for him. The keys still in the ignition. He didn’t need any more of an invitation than that and took it away.

He had been wondering the river aimlessly, living on the dried astronaut food he’d found aboard. But he was lonely, he missed his wife and he was plagued by nightmares of her coming back as one of those creatures that everyone was calling a vampire.

6

It took three more days to reach Sanctuary. That’s what they called it ‘Sanctuary’. They were long uneventful days spent watching the green fields float by beside them. They didn’t see any more creatures but they tended to gravitate towards the cities, where there were more people, so it wasn’t surprising and did little to soften the fear that came from the knowledge that they were still out there.

She thought the kids had begun to suspect that something was going on. They asked more questions about where they were going. Hannah tried to dampen their expectations as she didn’t want them to be too disappointed when they found there was nothing there.

Frank turned out to be quite charming. He didn’t make any attempt to talk her into letting him on their boat but he didn’t protest when, two days after she’d made Dennis promise he wouldn’t come aboard, she invited him herself. He brought fresh fish and helped her cook it. They talked long into the night and passed around the bottle of twenty year old whiskey he’d bought with him. Ben and Cora fell asleep on the floor.

The next morning, the morning of their  arrival, she was hung over. She thought that, judging by the way he moved, stiffly, as if he were balancing an egg on his head, Dennis was hung over as well. They weren’t expecting to arrive until late in the afternoon but, as they would later learn, the little community of Sanctuary, had grown significantly since Dennis’s map had be drawn.

Two boats sat stationary on the water ahead of them, effectively blocking any further progress along the river. “Dennis,” she called down into the boat.

His head appeared a few moments later. He climbed out and saw the two boats. “Cut the engine,” he said and she did as he told her. A moment later Frank did the same but she could still hear the engines of the two boats ahead, running to keep them stationary against the river current.

They drifted towards the two boats. She couldn’t see anyone on them. The kids appeared behind Dennis, looked about to ask what was going on and fell silent when they saw the two boats ahead.

“Sentries,” said Dennis. “They’ve got to be.” But he didn’t sound sure. Behind them Frank had appeared on his boat. He didn’t need to ask what was going on.

She waited for something to happen but nothing did. They kept drifting towards the two boats and she thought that if someone didn’t do something soon they were going to run into them. Her hand twitched over the key but Dennis took hold of it. “Wait,” he said.

She saw people walk onto the decks of those two boats. Dennis smiled and waved at them.

All of the people on the boats were men, dressed in light green combat trousers they looked like they were out for a day of fishing. The big guns they carried, however, told a different story. She turned to look at Dennis but he didn’t seem worried. She tried her best not to worry either but it didn’t do any good.

“River’s blocked,” said a fat man. They were only a few metres away now and in the silence of the new world it was easy to hear them talk.

Dennis looked at her but she didn’t know what he saw in her expression.

She heard the engine on Frank’s boat start up and her first thought that he was going to leave them there with the men and their guns. But instead he manoeuvred his boat past them and up to the two boats blocking their path.

She could hear him talking to the men but couldn’t make out what was being said. her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing was shallow. She realised that she had put almost as much faith in the safety of this place as Dennis.

After what seemed like an eternity Frank turned around. “Follow me,” he said.

Dennis started the engine and took the tiller from her. She was pleased. Her hands were shaking and she didn’t think the would have been able to navigate the narrow twisting river ahead.

They travelled slowly with Frank taking the lead. She desperately wanted to stop him and ask what he’d said to the men on the boats but then she thought about it and wondered if she wanted to know. She liked Frank but she wasn’t sure she would like the answer he would give.

The further along the river they went the more boats they saw. Big boats, small boats, in between boats. Some of them had people standing on them, watching them travel past, most of them looked empty though. The bank gave way to a reed marsh that she didn’t think anyone could walk on and then river started to open up.

On the wider stretches of river the boats that they saw jutted out towards the centre. They were more frequently occupied here and tied together in threes, fours and mores. Neither Hannah nor Dennis spoke.

It would later seem that she had felt a sense of dread as they arrived in Sanctuary but it wouldn’t be the truth. She felt confused, certainly, a little apprehensive, perhaps, but not dread.

Frank led them to what at first appeared to be an island in the middle of the wide stretch of river. As they got nearer, however, she saw that it was actually man made. A floor of wooden boards floating like a boat. There was a hut, or shed in the middle and a long boat moored at either end.

They circled the island and moored next to Frank. Hannah was too stunned to say anything. She watched in mute astonishment alongside Ben and Cora as two men walked out of the hut and helped to tie up their boats. No time at all seemed to pass before Frank was standing before them.

“The General would like to see us,” he said.

“General?” said Dennis. He sounded as stunned as she felt. “Who’s the General?”

But Frank just smiled a knowing smile. “Trust me,” he said.

Dennis nodded and took her hand. He turned to her. “You’ll wait here with the kids?”

She nodded but Frank interrupted. “The General wants to see you both,” he said.

“Oh no,” said Hannah, suddenly sure they had walked into a trap. “No, no way. I’m not leaving them.”

“Bring them with you,” said Frank. “There’s room inside.”

She looked at him and scowled. “Who are you?”

He actually laughed like Santa Claus as well. “All will be revealed my dear. You have nothing to fear.”

Dennis climbed onto the island and she handed Cora to him. Then Ben jumped across and she followed.

The island wobbled beneath her feet and sounded hollow. She didn’t like it, not the island, not the community, not the way they were being treated, not one little bit. But she followed Dennis into the dark hut.

Candle stubs burned around the single room building giving off a flickering light and making the air hot and moist. Large men with guns stood on either side of the door, four more stood behind a long table and five chairs.

On the table there were large sheets of paper open. Hannah couldn’t see what was printed on them. She felt as if she had stepped into another world. The third she had lived in recently.

A woman of about forty with short grey hair that still had remnants of brown sat in the middle chair. The other four people at the table were men.

The woman had been hunched over the papers when they entered but she sat back and put her hands in her lap as they approached. Frank walked up to her, leaned across the table and kissed her on the mouth. “It’s good to see you again Margie,” he said.

Hannah didn’t know what to think. She held Cora’s hand more tightly and waited to see what would happen next.

“Who have you brought us this time Frank?” said Margie.

“The Thompson’s,” he said. “Found ’em down by the aqueduct. Had a map.”

“A map?” said Margie with obviously staged surprise. “How did they come across that I wonder.”

“Said he found it on the boat,” explained Frank.

“I see. And you’ve vetted them?”

Hannah was well aware that this was a performance being put on for their benefit. She saw Frank nod to the question.

“Well lets see then,” said Margie. “What have we got here.” She put on a pair of black rimmed glasses and stood up. She walked around the table and began to examine them one by one.

“Name?”

“Dennis.”

She nodded as if it mattered. “And what did you do, before all of this?”

“I worked at Lloyds of London,” he said. “Not a stockbroker though.”

Margie nodded. Hannah glanced at the table behind her and saw the four men watching. One of them was writing down what was being said. “Any military experience?” she said.

Dennis shook his head.

“Have you ever fired a gun?”

Dennis shook his head again.

“A pity. And what about you?” she said stopping in front of Hannah.

She told the woman her name and that her last job was in marketing. She had never fired a gun and the closest she had come to military service was a year in the Girl Guides.

“Are the children yours?” she said.

“They are,” said Hannah.

“Good, you can’t be too careful. What are their names?”

Hannah told her and it was noted by the man at the table.

“Well then,” said Margie. “Welcome to Sanctuary. You will find us a pleasant community. We have very few rules but we don’t tolerate antisocial behaviour. We look after each other. Frank will show you where you can moor up for now, until we can find you a permanent spot.”

They followed Frank out of the cabin. She scowled at him when he looked at her. He led them further down the river to an empty space between two small boats.

“You’ll be alright here,” he said. “Few days we’ll see about getting you somewhere more permanent. Maybe another couple of boats.”

She didn’t thank him. She couldn’t forget that he’d lied to them all. He’d spied on them to make sure they were ‘suitable’ for Sanctuary. He left them to get settled in and she tried to talk to Dennis about it but he dismissed her concerns.

That night Frank returned with food and water for them but he didn’t stay to talk. He told them he had work to do.

Love

1

Ben crouched in the long grass and watched the rabbit move. It loped a few metres and then stopped, lifted its head and looked around, twitching its pink nose. Ben held a homemade spear in his hand. It was made of a piece of tree that he had sanded and made straight and on the killing end there was a razor sharp tip made out of scavenged metal. They did have guns at Sanctuary but they were noisy, cumbersome things. They used them for defence rather than hunting.

Mentally he had drawn out a circle on the ground and now he was waiting for the rabbit to hop into it. He held his breath as it came nearer, paused to sniff the air and then continued into his killing circle.

He launched the spear through the air. It was silent but his grunt echoed and a flock of birds took flight from a nearby tree. Sometimes there were animals bigger than rabbits to hunt and those were good days, but they were few and far between. Most days they had to make do with rabbit meat or nothing.

He crossed the long grass to where the rabbit lay pinned to the ground. It wasn’t moving. He pulled the weapon free and shouldered the furry meat. He carried it back to his hiding place where he strung it up with the other four he had caught that morning and prepared to make his way home.

He could remember a time when they hadn’t lived on a boat but it was a distant memory, vague and unsettling, tinged as it was with their flight from the vampires. The name had been settled on a long time ago. Sanctuary was safe though. The nearest land was more than a mile away and as far as he was aware no vampire had ever attempted to reach them. The only thing they had to worry about was pirates.

He approached the village in the little raft that he had made himself out of the discarded hulls of other boats. When his parents had agreed that he was old enough to go out by himself he had spent long summer days roaming up and down the river collecting useful bits and pieces.

The laughter of children carried on the wind. Careless laughter, he thought, most of them had never even seen a vamp. Most of them didn’t know that there was anything out there that could hurt them. He could hear splashing in the water and as he got closer tiny waves rocked the little boat.

Ben rowed through the outskirts of Sanctuary, where the people who had come later lived. Their boats were mostly single hulls and they were crammed in together. None of them seemed to mind, they were simply happy to have somewhere they could feel safe.

The Island had been expanded over the years and there were now three structures on top of it. The oldest was the Village Hall, where the General — the title persisted, although it had been years since the leader of Sanctuary had been an actual  military General — worked. It was where Billy and his family had gone when they’d first arrived and where every new arrival since had gone to be vetted. There was an annex at the rear where the weapons were stored. The biggest building was the  hospital. It had only been finished the year before but the General had big plans for it.

The last building was the Market. A long narrow building where the residents of Sanctuary could trade food. It was meant to prevent private bartering, which led to arguments and, once, a particularly memorable murder. Ben played the game of trading there but he was well aware that private trading still went on.

He tied his little boat to the dock and climbed off. He ignored the Market and the Hospital and went straight to the Village Hall where he found the General waiting for him.

General was an elected position in the village. Every four years there was a meeting where prospective candidates put their names forwards and gave little speeches about why they would be good at the job. Then the citizens of Sanctuary voted. The current holder of the title was a man called Nicholas Clipper. He was forty-three and the youngest person to hold the position yet.

It was claimed that he was a member of the royal family. Although, by unspoken consent, no one discussed their past, Ben wouldn’t have put it past Nicholas to drop the claim casually into a conversation or to make sure it was overheard by people he knew would repeat it. He had no idea whether it was true or not but the claim seemed to have strengthened his position and the power the role had.

Ben approached him. The desk that he sat behind was grander than the one Margie had used. He remembered her fondly, they had become good friends over the years. He still missed her. There was no one else in the Hall which was another mark of Nicholas’s; he still had a council, that was a necessity prescribed by their laws, but whenever he could he chose to work alone.

“Ben,” he said, looking up from the book he was writing in. “It’s good to see you.”

He dropped one of the rabbits on the table.

“Are you coming for dinner tonight?” said Nicholas. “Cora will do wonders with this.”

As well as being General, Nicholas was also his brother in-law. It still didn’t mean he had to like him. He had twenty-years on Cora and Ben didn’t think she was happy, or maybe he just hoped she wasn’t.

He nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

“Of course, you’re always welcome. You know that.”

He left the Village Hall and walked around to the hospital where he found his mum hauling planks of wood.

“Hi mum,” he said as he walked towards her. She looked old now, he thought, not like his mum at all. Her hair was white, short and thinning. Her face verging on gaunt. She wasn’t old, not really, not quite sixty in fact, but the last few years had been hard, especially since his father had passed away.

“Ben,” she smiled, standing up slowly but not able to make it all the way.

He dropped his rabbits and hurried over to help her, he put his arm under her shoulder and walked her across to an old chair that was on the pile to be carried inside. “You should’t be doing this,” he said.

“Somebody needs to. It’s not going to get inside by itself.”

“Yeah but what about Mary or Libby? Can’t they do it?”

“They’re busy.”

“And your back’s bad.”

She smiled at him and suddenly he was eleven years old again, back on the boat thinking this was all a big game. He’d thought that it would end when he’d had enough but it hadn’t. They’d come here and they’d stayed here and he didn’t think they would ever leave.

He stood and fussed over his mother for a while, made sure she was looking after herself and telling her that she should let him know if she needed anything. She dismissed his concerns in much the same way he had dismissed hers when he was a child.

“Hannah are you busy?”

He turned to the hospital where Mary Stoker was standing. He smiled at her and she walked out to join them.

“Hi Ben,” she said sweetly. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Got in this morning,” he said.

“Have you got plans for tonight yet?”

“Clipper wants to see me.”

“Maybe tomorrow night then?”

“Maybe.”

She stood there looking at him for a moment longer as if she expected him to say something else. When he didn’t she turned back to his mum. “Can you come in and give us a hand Hannah? Some of the Raeborn kids turned over an old oil drum and they’re covered in the stuff.”

His mum smiled and said she’d be right in. When Mary had gone she turned to him. “Don’t you like her?”

“Mum!” He was thirty one but he still didn’t want to talk to his mum about his love life.”

His mum seemed unaware of his discomfort, or maybe she just didn’t care. “If you’re not interested you need to let her know. Mary’s a nice girl and she deserves to settle down.”

He sighed. “I’ve got to go,” he said. He helped her out of the chair and watched until she disappeared inside the hospital.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Mary, he thought as he rowed back towards his long boat, he just wasn’t sure he wanted to settle down. Settling down was what Cora had done and he thought that it had left a part of her dead. The wild side. Or maybe that was just who she had settled down with.

2

“So tell us Ben, what did you find on your latest expedition?”

He was at Nicholas and Cora’s home. A boat so lavishly decorated that by rights it shouldn’t have been able to float. One whole long boat had been converted into a dining room, a long narrow table took up so much space that they sat with their backs against the walls and the food had to be lowered in from above. Nicholas sat at the tiller end as was his right as the man of the boat. Cora sat opposite him at the far end of the table. Ben sat next to his mother who had lived with them for the last twelve months.

“Is there anything we should be worried about?” added Nicholas with a laugh. Coming from anyone else Ben would have laughed. It was well known that Sanctuary was the safest place they could be. Twenty years and no attacks. Somehow, coming from Nicholas it sounded like inappropriate casualness, as if he didn’t consider the vamps a threat at all.

Ben shook his head.

“Ah well, another gala year then.”

He supposed it probably would be, although what he said about there being no danger wasn’t entirely true. It just wasn’t something he felt like mentioning to Nicholas, even though he knew that he should; he was the General after all. The trouble was he would just laugh at it and Ben wouldn’t be able to blame him. It wasn’t so much that he had seen danger as felt it and how did you explain a feeling to someone like him?

So he said nothing and enjoyed the food and the wine that was generously offered. Nicholas came from a wealthy family, although that sort of wealth didn’t really mean anything anymore. For a long time Ben had wondered how someone could go from being rich in the old world to rich in the new one. There didn’t seem to be any justice in it.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he realised that the sort of wealth Nicholas possessed had nothing to do with money. It was down to an ingrained habit, a willingness to take things, to feel like you deserved them somehow. Nicholas was rich now for the same reason his ancestors had been rich: he’d taken what he thought should be his all along.

Ben nodded and smiled and made small talk through the rest of the dinner. When it was time to leave he kissed his mum and Cora and shook Richards hand. He was glad to get into his little boat and row back home.

The village was lit by dozens of candles that floated in metal trays on the river which reflected and multiplied their light. He had no trouble navigating the short journey back to his boat, he had done it so many times now that he could have made it without any light at all, but, even so, he didn’t see the boat tied up outside him home until he was almost on top of it.

He recognised it as Mary’s but he couldn’t see her. With some reluctance he tied up his raft and went to look for her. It really wasn’t that he didn’t like Mary, because he did. He just wasn’t ready for the whole family thing which he knew she wanted.

Back in the old world, not settling down in your early thirties wouldn’t have been considered anything unusual. In fact quite the opposite. But in this new world the human race was dying out and people were settling down and starting families while they were still in their teens. Granted, not many of those families actually lasted, but the offspring did. Ben had spent enough time living in the old world to still feel its effects but Mary was a few years younger than him. He knew from a logical position that starting a family with her was the right thing to do but he couldn’t push himself to take that step.

He found her on the open porch at the back of the boat as it was parked — what would have been the front if it was moving — reclining on the bench. He looked at her for a long time. She was wrapped in a blanket and he could see her bear shoulders and legs. He was left with the impression that she was probably naked beneath the sheet.

“When you’re done staring come and join me,” she said.

Ben hadn’t thought she knew he was there and now felt embarrassed about being caught. He climbed down from the side of the boat and sat down opposite her.

“Care for a drink?” she said.

There were two plastic cups on the table, one half-full, the other empty. “Sure,” he said with a sigh.

She reached over the side and pulled a bottle out of the water. It was an old trick they had discovered as teenagers to keep things cold and hidden from their parents. She filled his glass with champagne. Even now, twenty years after the old world had ended, its alcohol was still readily available. The vamps had no interest in it.

“How was your evening?” she said.

Mary had straight dark hair down to her shoulders. Full lips, big brown eyes and a narrow nose that was slightly turned up at the end. “It was alright,” he said.

She smiled at him. “Want it to get better than ‘alright’?”

He didn’t know what she meant for a moment but then she stood up and the blanket dropped to the floor. As he had guessed she was naked.

Ben took in the site of her. Mary was a curvy girl but as far from fat as he could imagine — no one was really fat anymore. Her stomach was flat but soft, her hips flared out in a way he found exciting.

“What do you think?” she said.

While Ben didn’t feel ready for the commitment of a relationship and the pressure to start a family he was still a man He took a step towards her and she made up the rest of the distance. Then they were kissing.

Ben woke hours later, while it was still dark, and looked at Mary, asleep beside him in the moonlight. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath that she took. The memory of her still fresh and exciting. Suddenly the idea of giving up his wandering ways and starting a family no longer seemed so terrible.

Death

1

Ben climbed off the raft. The island thudded beneath his boots. He ignored the messenger that Nicholas had sent for him and walked directly to the Village Hall.

He found Nicholas and his advisors sitting down to breakfast. To his credit Nicholas did not seem alarmed by his arrival. He stood up and dismissed the other men with a nod. They left through a back door and he walked around to greet Ben.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Ben ignored the hand being offered. He felt like punching something but he held his temper. “Where is she?”

“I don’t think you should…”

He grabbed the General by the collar, choking off his words. “Tell me where she is.”

Nicholas nodded and removed himself from Ben’s grip. “Of course,” he said, quickly recovering his composure. “I will find someone to take you.”

“You take me,” he said. He wanted to see Nicholas’s reaction.

“I don’t have time to…”

“You take me,” he said again.

Nicholas nodded as if he understood why Ben wanted him there but if he did, thought Ben, there was no chance he would have agreed to it.

“Very well,” said Nicholas. “Lets get on with it.”

They left the Village Hall and walked around to the Hospital. The messenger was still waiting by his boat and several of the advisors were talking beside the Market. Mary was standing outside the hospital with Libby. As they approached she rushed over to him.

“Ben are you okay?”

He nodded, glad to hear her voice and feel her take his hand. But it weakened his resolve and he pushed her away.

The Hospital now had two floors. The second reached by a step ladder while the stair case was being built. He walked to the back of the building. It was quiet, whispering voices buzzed around like insects but it was white noise and he ignored it all.

At the back of the hospital there was a wooden door. It led to an annex that had been added two years earlier. Ben opened it and led Nicholas inside.

There was a narrow corridor of bare wood and several doors leading off it. In the silence Ben’s boots clunked heavily on the floor boards. He walked to the end of the corridor and through a door which really should have been locked. Behind him Nicholas crossed himself in the old way and then followed him in.

Cora lay on the wooden table. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent. Her lips were red and moist. The nurses had folded her hands across her chest to hide the wooden spike that must have been driven through her heart. Her neck was red and starting to peal around the bite mark.

“Tell me what happened,” said Ben, turning away from his sister so he could watch Nicholas’s reaction. The door was still open behind him but no one would disturb them.

“She went mushroom picking this morning.”

“And that’s all you know?”

Nicholas shook his head. Ben could see tears in his eyes but he would not, could not feel sympathy for this man.

“She went to the Back Field. You know there has never been a sighting of a vamp there. I wouldn’t have let her go if…”

“Who found her?”

“She was with March and Flora Hinckley. They saw it all.”

“But it didn’t get them?”

Nicholas shook his head. “They ran.”

It wasn’t possible to outrun a mature vamp but a mature vamp wouldn’t have been out after sunrise anyway. Their strength and photo sensitivity seemed to increase as they matured. “A juvenile then,” he said.

Nicholas nodded although it had not been a question.

“Has my mother been told?”

“We thought it might be better coming from you.”

“I’ll speak to her.”

They stood in silence. The room only had a single small window that didn’t let in much light. There hadn’t been much space to build the bite ward and they had needed as many room as they could.

He found his mum on the Lawrence’s boat having tea with Mrs Lawrence. She was about the same age as his mum but looked years younger. The Lawrence’s had come to Sanctuary aboard a converted river cruise ship along with a dozen other families. They had been in Liverpool where they lived well but precariously. They had left the boat yards and the docks behind to find somewhere safer, which until six months ago had been Sanctuary.

His mum looked tired and frail. She had turned sixty five year looked closer to eighty. She had started to forget things and he had begun to worry she was suffering from a brain illness. In the old world there would have been medicine to help her and, while that still existed somewhere beyond the river, the knowledge of what she should be given had been lost forever.

“Hi Ben,” she said as he climbed down off the jetty onto the long boat that had been given to the Lawrence’s. Although they had arrived ten years ago he still thought of them as newcomers, as he did all of those that had come after his parents in the first wave.

“Can we talk?” he said.

Mrs Lawrence could evidently tell by his expression that something was wrong. “I’m just going to see what Vic’s up to back there,” she said and then disappeared inside.

“Is something wrong?” said his mum. “Are the twins okay?”

“The twins are fine,” he said. “I’ve just been at the Hospital.”

“Oh how is everyone?” she said. It had been a year since she’d worked there. She still hadn’t drawn the connection between the Hospital and death. It was unsurprising, until six months ago only the old and infirm had died there.

“Mum, it’s Cora.”

“Cora?”

For a moment he didn’t think she knew who he was talking about.

“Is she alright?” Her voice was neutral, unsure.

Ben shook his head and realised he was crying. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he couldn’t bring himself to look up. Then he felt his mothers arms around him, holding him tightly.

“Tell me what happened,” she said.

Between sobs Ben told her everything he knew.

“Will there be a funeral?” she said when he was done.

He hadn’t thought about it but he supposed he would have to organise something. He nodded and when he looked up he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew then that she would cry when he was gone, that she had never gotten over the need to be strong for her children.

2

On the morning of the funeral Ben found himself in the Back Field. As more people had arrived at Sanctuary it had expanded until it began to encroach on surrounding land. There had been a lot of discussion about whether they should close the doors before it reached that point but they hadn’t.

They had always used the fields for hunting and in all that time no one had seen a vamp. So they assumed it must be safe, but they had assumed wrong.

He couldn’t remember deciding to go to the field and, now that he was there, he had no idea what he wanted to do. He decided that it was some need to see where it had happened, where his little sister had been killed. He walked towards the forest where it must have been.

He kicked at the long grass as he walked, revealing little clusters of mushrooms. The patches became denser and denser as he entered the darkness of the forest.

The birds twittered away in the branches above but otherwise it was quiet and still. He could hear his own breathing and for some unknown reason his heart was hammering in his chest. The place was tranquil yet he couldn’t seem to get over the fact that Cora had died there. A vamp that they hadn’t managed to catch had found its way there. Most probably was still there somewhere.

He walked on, saw mushrooms climbing up the moist tree trunks. He couldn’t believe she was gone. Cora and he had been close, at least until her marriage but even that he sort of understood: with their father gone she had needed someone to look after her, and their mum. She just hadn’t considered Ben up to the task.

Not that he could blame her. After their father had died he had taken over his job with gusto, roaming the waterways further than either his father or Frank before him. Looking for salvage and  people.

He had spent little enough time walking on land over the last twenty years that the stillness of it felt strange to him. Without the rise and fall of the tide it felt fragile. He knew that for the first ten years of his life he had lived in a block of flats, the river only visible in the distance on a good clear day. The thought of that terrified him.

The forest wasn’t deep and soon enough he was on the other side of it. A feast of wild rabbits frolicked on the dew licked grass. The vamps weren’t interested in anything other than human flesh so wild animals had flourished. He reached to his side automatically and then remembered the funeral. He didn’t want to turn up in blood stained clothes.

He walked a little further through the new field but there was nothing much to see. It rolled into the distance, an infinite carpet of green. There were no vamps here and a part of him had known that would be the case.

The walk back to his boat seemed to take longer. He found he was in no great hurry to get back and attend Cora’s funeral. It would be a simple affair, a few words spoken by people that knew her before her body was placed on a raft and sent down the river in flames. If it was anyone else’s funeral he would have been tempted to skip it but she was his sister and he owed her that much, little though it was.

3

He watched the fire float languidly down the river. It was towed by a larger boat, somewhere out of sight, in order to prevent it drifting into a home and setting that on fire. His mum stood to his right, her hand in his seeking comfort, Mary to his left offering it.

They watched until they could no longer see the fire. The smoke drifted on the gentle breeze, into the sky, spreading her body across the water.

Ben didn’t cry but he could feel his mum shaking beside him as she tried to hold back her own tears. If his dad had been there he would have known what to do. His dad was the only one who had really understood her.

Later they went to the Village Hall where Nicholas had provided food and drink. All large gatherings happened at the hall and there were a large number of mismatched chairs and tables for the occasion.

“Where are the boys?” said Ben as Mary sat down beside him. She had given him two sons a year ago, Adam and Zack, non-identical twins.

“They’re with my parents,” she said and put a hand on his leg. “How are you holding up?”

“I’ve been better,” he said honestly. He was always honest with Mary.

She squeezed his knee.

He tried to smile at her but found that all he could do was not cry. She smiled sadly as if she understood, although she was an only child and both her parents were still alive. Mary and Cora had never been close but then no one had been close to Cora since her marriage to Nicholas.

Mary went with him to find his mother who was sitting at the council table with Nicholas accepting condolences from a steady flow of people. He stood back a little to watch and no one saw him. She seemed to be holding up okay, maybe in a few days she wouldn’t remember any of this and that would be for the best.

He took a bottle of whiskey from the bar and a couple of glasses. He found an empty table and sat down with Mary. She didn’t speak to him, seemed to know that was what he needed. He filled up a glass and handed it to her and she sat sipping the amber liquid while he did his best to get drunk.

“Ben.”

He looked up and saw that Mary had gone. It was getting dark and he was still in the Village Hall, a half-empty glass of whiskey clutched in his hand, drool on his chin.

A chair scraped and somebody sat down. It took a moment for his eyes to focus and for him to see who it was. “Aaron,” he said. His voice was croaky and it hurt his throat to speak.

“How are you feeling?” said Aaron.

Aaron was a few years older than Ben. His dark hair was run through with grey and white and pulled back in a ponytail. The beard that covered his face was similarly coloured.

Ben shook his head. “I’ve been better.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Aaron and poured what was left of the whiskey into a glass. He smelled it, shrugged and then poured it down his throat. “Your sister was a good woman,” he said and wiped his arm across his face.

“Yeah, I know,” said Ben. He didn’t feel much like talking.

“If there’s anything me or Karen can do just say the word.” Karen was Aaron’s wife. A slim red headed woman who had been one of Cora’s few friends.

“Thanks man,” said Ben.

They sat in silence for a while. Ben wished that he would just leave him alone. The gathering seemed to be winding down. He looked around the room and couldn’t see his mum or Nicholas anywhere. There were fewer people and no one had lit any lamps.

Eventually Aaron stood up and clapped him on the back, right between the shoulder blades. For a moment he thought he was going to throw up but he managed to hold it down.

“Listen man,” said Aaron, “I know this isn’t the time but when you’re feeling up to it come by and see me. There’s something we need to discuss.”

He nodded, not really thinking about what he might be talking about, just wanting him to go.

“Sorry for you loss,” he said and then he was gone.

Ben stared into the darkening room for a while until Mary returned. He looked up at her and managed to smile. Just seeing her made him feel better. “Are you ready to go?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah I am.”

He pushed back the chair and stood up too quickly. His head felt to big for his body and the room started to spin. Mary grabbed his arm and held him steady. Eventually he felt ready to move.

She led him across the room to the door with his arm over her shoulder. People called to him but he didn’t hear what they said. She led him out into the cool dark night. There were no clouds in the sky and the slight breeze cut right through him.

“The kids,” he said as if he had forgotten all about them.

“They’re staying with my parents remember,” she said.

He nodded, it sounded like something she would have told him but he couldn’t remember it.

She helped him down into the boat which wobbled reassuringly beneath him as he sat down. She climbed in and he watched her row.

The candles on the river burned blue. It had been Cora’s favourite colour and made him feel as if he’d missed some sort of ceremony. “I shouldn’t drink,” he said.

He couldn’t see Mary’s face clearly in the darkness. “You had a good excuse tonight,” she said between breaths.

“Let me help you,” he said and leaned forwards to grab an oar. The boat rocked alarmingly and for a moment it seemed as if it would turn over and deposit them both in the icy cold river.

“Sit down,” she said sharply and he obeyed her.

When the boat had settled she started to row again.

4

“Is he warm enough?”

Mary leaned over him and put her hand down Zack’s top to feel his chest. Adam was in her arms and she continued to jiggle him without missing a beat. “He’s a bit cool. Maybe sit by the fire?”

He stood up slowly and walked to the fiercely burning wood stove. The air was thick with heat and he could feel himself sweating but somehow the boy was cold.

Zack’s mouth began to curl up, to reveal his pink gums and new teeth. He didn’t make a sound but his body became rigid and Ben could tell he was about five seconds away from total melt down, all because he’d gotten up to move him somewhere more comfortable.

He rocked gently back and forth and whispered ‘shhh’ into his ear continuously until his face started to relax and his body once more went limp.

Ben sat down. He felt as if he hadn’t slept in a week. The boys had only been sick for a couple of days but two days without sleep seemed like a lot. They had been confined to their boat but the doctor had visited and told him there was something going around the village and that a lot of the little kids were sick.

The world had taken on the aspect of a dream. Everything seemed painted on and unreal. He yawned.

“How’s he doing?” he said because if he didn’t say something he thought he would fall asleep.

“He’s alright if I keep jiggling him,” she said.

Mary seemed able to handle the lack of sleep a lot better than him. She yawned but she still had the energy to move around non-stop. At times he occupied himself thinking up excuses to leave her to it and get some sleep. He never would though.

“Knock, knock!” said a voice at the door.

He turned to see his mum there. Suddenly he couldn’t tell how much time had passed between Mary speaking and his mum arriving. It seemed like no time at all but he doubted she would have been able to get aboard without him noticing if he had been awake.

“How are you getting on?” she said, walking down the stairs and closing the door behind her.

“Hi Hannah,” said Mary.

Ben just sighed.

“I thought as much.” She put a tattered canvas bag on the table, he could just about make out the faded Tesco logo on it.

“What’s in the bag mum?” he said.

She smiled. “Something to make little heads feel better.” She took out a bunch of green leaves and held them up as if they were magic. “It’s Lemon thyme.”

He shook is head and looked over at Mary.

“Trust me,” said his mum. “Can I use your kettle?”

“Be my guest,” he said. The gust of cool air she had brought in with her was making him feel a little more awake. He stood up and carried Zack over to the kitchen to watch her work.

Zack mumbled and groaned in his sleep as the kitchen filled with the high tone of lemon. It was starting to make Ben’s eyes water and cleared out his sinuses.

“Done,” said his mum.

She held up a cup of yellowish green liquid with steam rising off it.

“Let that cool down and we’ll see what they think of it,” she said.

Mary yawned and her whole body seemed to shudder.

“Can I have a hold?” said his mum.

Mary nodded but couldn’t speak until the yawn had passed through. She handed Adam over.

“You need to rest,” said his mum. Then she turned to Ben, he was feeling quite numb again, the reality of the boat and the people in it was starting to dissolve. “You too,” she said.

“I’m alright,” said Ben.

“Nonsense, you’re falling asleep on your feet. Let grandma take over for a bit.”

Ben looked at Mary, eager to take his mum up on the offer. She apparently didn’t have the energy to protest. She nodded and turned towards the bedroom. She walked like a zombie along the narrow corridor and a few moments later Ben heard her collapse on the bed.

“You too Ben,” said his mum.

He nodded and carefully placed the sleeping Zack into his crib. He mumbled something and went stiff but after a moment relaxed and continued to sleep. Ben looked at him, convinced that he would wake up screaming at any moment but he turned his head away and continued to sleep.

Ben stretched as best he could in the boat. He suddenly felt more awake and unsure whether he would be able to sleep. “I’m just going to get some air,” he said.

His mum turned around to look at him, she seemed surprised that he was still there. She shrugged and got back to gently rocking Adam.

The day was dark, damp and cold compared to the hot house they had created inside. A low mist floated across the river and made it seem creepy and unwelcome. Ben took in a lungful of cool clean air and felt energised by it.

There were lights on in other boats. Coughs and sneezes were carried by the gentle breeze. He couldn’t see anyone else and he felt alone in the world.

He stepped onto the jetty and it wobbled beneath him. He felt a queer desire to get into his little raft and go for a row around the village. But at the same time tiredness engulfed him and suddenly even going back inside seemed like more effort than he could manage.

Something splashed in the distance. His first thought was that it was a duck landing on the water. Water birds were rare around the village because they were a sought after delicacy. If ducks had returned then it meant the whole village was out of action. It would make a welcome feast when they had recovered though.

He considered going in for his crossbow. Duck soup sounded like a fine dinner. Then he heard another splash and another, too regular to be birds landing. It took him a moment to realise that he was hearing paddles in the water. It seemed he wasn’t the only one abroad that afternoon.

The splashes got louder as the boat got closer. Ben was struck with a sudden desire to hide himself so that he could see who it was without being seen himself. He stood his ground though and soon enough the boat came around the corner and emerged through the mist like a ghost.

A yellow lamp burned dimly on the front of the boat and he could see two figures aboard. He watched and he waited, part of him convinced that they would pass by without noticing him.

Mumbled voices broke through the dense fog. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. About fifty metres away the boat changed direction and shortly after he realised it was coming towards him.

“Holla Ben,” said a voice, clear and awake it sounded as if it came from another world.

He put a hand over his eyes and peered into the gloom. A figure now stood on the boat waving at him. He raised his arm and waved back but it felt unnatural. The whole experience felt slightly surreal but he put that down to the stillness of the village and the fact that this was the first time he had been outside in two days.

The boat pulled up beside his dock and he grabbed hold to stop it moving off. The standing figure was Aaron and he climbed off before the boat was still. The other man was Anthony Kelly, someone Ben knew to nod hello to but who he had never shared a drink with. Between the three of them they got the boat tied.

“How are you?” said Aaron offering his hand. Ben shook it, a little baffled by their appearance. He wondered if he had arranged to meet them and then forgotten about it. “You know Anthony?” He pronounced it with a soft th.

Ben nodded and they shook hands. Then he waited for an explanation for the visit.

“We won’t keep you long,” said Aaron. “How are you holding up with the kids?”

“Okay,” said Ben.

“Karen sends her love.”

Ben just nodded.

“We’ve got a proposition for you,” said Aaron.

Ben became suspicious almost at once. “What sort of proposition?”

“No one knows these rivers like you Ben, we need someone who can navigate for us.”

He nodded. It wasn’t an uncommon request. Although he now worked reconditioning old boats and salvage he still occasionally got asked to help plan a journey for the people who had taken his place. Now and again he even went out with them but a simple trip would not have required a visit like this. He was suspicious. “What sort of trip?”

“I’m not going to lie to you Ben, it’s a long one.”

He said nothing and waited for further explanation.

“It’s London.”

He shook his head. “Not going to happen Aaron, not now.”

“Just listen for a minute,” said Anthony. “Just see if it sounds like it’s worth it to you.”

“I’m sure it’s worth it,” said Ben. “I just won’t be on the crew.” It would take weeks to get to London and he couldn’t be away from Mary and the twins for that long. Plus it was dangerous, no one really knew what was beyond Reading now, it had been years since they’d had news from that way.

Aaron sighed. “Just let me speak, you don’t have to decide anything today.”

“I’ve already decided,” he said.

“Humour me.”

He shrugged.

“We need drugs,” said Aaron. “We’ve got all this natural remedy shit but pretty soon people are going to get sick with something that can’t be cured with a few weeds.”

Ben thought about his mum, how she was losing her memory. He thought about Mr Cizent who was in his fifties and complaining about chest pain. “Why London?” he said.

Aaron looked at Anthony and Ben knew that they had done more than pluck the location out of thin air. They knew, somehow they knew that they would find what they needed there. “We’ve got a map,” said Aaron.

Once upon a time, Ben thought, his father had led him, Cora and his mother to Sanctuary based on a map. “If you’ve got a map why do you need me?”

“Rivers change, they burst their banks, they dry up. We need someone who knows the river with us if we have to change route.”

“And you can fight,” said Anthony.

“I’ve never…” he began

“Hunt then,” said Aaron. “We can’t carry enough food for the journey so we’d need to hunt along the way. Hunting isn’t much different to fighting.”

“You’re expecting trouble?”

“Biggest city in the country?” said Aaron. “I’m not going to lie to you Ben, the place is probably crawling with vamps.”

In his younger days, after his fathers death and before he settled down with Mary, Ben had proposed a trip to London. It had seemed like the logical next step. He had been taking longer and longer trips, staying out for weeks at a time.

The trouble with a journey to London then, as now, was that it couldn’t be done alone. The General at the time had been a woman called Esther. Esther barely tolerated the salvage operation. He had suggested to Esther that the trip might mean the discovery of communities similar to their own and if not then at least they would open a supply channel that wouldn’t be exhausted until long after they were dead. She wouldn’t be convinced.

“It’s a long way,” he said, “and dangerous.”

Aaron and Anthony nodded and he saw the similarity in the gesture. Were they brothers, he wondered.

He had to admit that he was intrigued by the idea and if Nicholas was prepared to support it maybe there was merit in it. He didn’t see eye to eye with Nicholas about much, but he had to admit the man was smart.

“Ben?”

He turned and saw his mum climb out the door. His heart dropped at the thought that something might have happened to the boys.

“There you are,” she said.

“Is everything okay?” he said.

“What? Yes of course everything’s okay. What are you doing out here?”

“I told you I was coming to get some air.”

“Did you?”

“We’ll leave you to it,” said Aaron.

He turned and saw Anthony untying the boat.

“Think about what we said.”

Ben nodded and they set off in the boat. He turned back to his mother who was standing there with an expression of ‘why did I come out here again’ on her face.

“Come on mum, lets get you back inside.”

She nodded and he pushed her in ahead of him. The warmth wrapped around him like a sweaty blanket.

The two boys were asleep in their cots by the sofa. The lemon leaf, or whatever it was called, seemed to have done its job. The colour was back in their cheeks and when he touched their foreheads they felt less clammy.

Aaron was right, they had been lucky this time (and maybe not everyone had) but eventually someone would come down with something more serious and they would end up dead. It might be him, or worse still, Mary or one of the boys. He sat down in the armchair by the cots. He didn’t feel much like sleeping anymore. It wasn’t that he didn’t think that they could succeed without him but that he felt sure they would if he was with them. He was out of practice but some things you never forgot.

Then he looked at his boys, sleeping peacefully for the first time in days, and he didn’t know if he could leave them. It might take months to travel to London and back, they might start walking and talking without him there to see it.

Something crashed to the floor and he jumped. He realised he must have fallen asleep or at least into a daze. His mum was in the kitchen staring down at a saucepan that had fallen on the floor. He stood up, yawned and walked over.

“Are you alright mum?” he said.

“My hand,” she said, more confused than upset. He looked at her hand and wrist, they were wet and already starting to turn red. He realised the pan must have been full of boiling water.

“Shit,” he said to himself. He touched her shoulder. “Wait here mum.

He walked into the bedroom where he found Mary face down on the bed. It was dark and relatively cool. He walked over to the bed and put a hand on her shoulder, waking her as gently as he could but still making her jump.

“What is it?” she said. “Are the boys okay?”

She was on her feet and walking towards the door in a panic. “The boys are fine,” he said. She turned back to him looking relieved. “Better than fine actually. They’re both asleep.”

“What is it then?” she said.

He explained about his mum and the boiling water and told Mary that he was going to take her over to the Hospital so she needed to watch the boys. They left the bedroom together and found his mum standing in the kitchen looking at her hand.

“My hand hurts Ben,” she said.

“I know mum,” he said and took her by the other arm. “I’m going to take you to the hospital, come on.”

5

The hospital was a gloomy place. It was newer than the Village Hall and the Market but it looked old and worn out. Something about the closeness of death and suffering seemed to wear the shine off. As he walked through the door, guiding his mum by her good hand, Ben thought he’d had entirely too many occasions to visit the place since it was built.

The people who worked at the hospital didn’t have a uniform so it was impossible for him to tell whether the people rushing around were nurses or patients. A young girl with dirty messy hair and red rings around her eyes approached them. She had blood down the front of her top.

“Can I help?” she said. She spoke quickly as if she was running out of time.

“Are you a nurse?” said Ben. He didn’t like to admit it but she looked too young to be a nurse.

“I’m a trainee,” she said. “What’s the problem?”

He thought her bedside manner could do with some work but the air was filled with the sounds of dirty coughs and cries of pain. She was probably rushed off her feet. “My mum’s burnt herself,” he said.

“Oh I’m alright,” said his mum. She looked around the building as if she thought she might recognise it but wasn’t quite sure. “It’s just a little splash.”

“Is there a nurse I can talk to?” said Ben, trying his best not to sound rude. “Is nurse Mabik here?”

“She’s busy,” said the girl. “If it’s just a burn keep it in cold water.”

Ben wanted to tell her that it wasn’t just a burn, that it wasn’t just absent mindedness. He wanted to tell her that he was afraid his mum was losing her mind and he didn’t know what to do about it. Sometimes she was okay and he could pretend there was nothing wrong (because what else could he do?) but those times were becoming less frequent.

“Do you have any ointment,” he said. “It’s quite a bad burn.”

The girl looked at him as if she was deciding whether it would be quicker to get the ointment or argue him out of it and send him on his way. She sighed. “Wait here.”

She disappeared through the first door on the corridor they were facing and he turned to look at his mum. She looked quite vacant and he knew that she wouldn’t be good for a conversation. She was cradling her burnt hand but her face gave no sign that it was hurting.

A loud coughing and heavy footsteps from behind caused him to turn around. An old man supported by two young girls had come in. It took Ben a moment to realise that he recognised the man.

“Frank?” he said.

The old man looked up. He was as thin as a rumour, his skin hung from his naked face like damp tissue.

Ben left his mother and went over to Frank, taking an arm from one of the girls that he recognised as his grand daughter. Up close he could see how pale the old man was and he looked as if he hadn’t eaten a good meal in months.

“Ben?” he said. His voice came out as a weak whistle, as if he had a hole in his throat.

“What happened?” he said.

Frank shook his head. “This damn cold, I can’t shift it.”

A nurse, a real nurse this time, came running down the corridor and took Frank from his other grand daughter. “Can you help me get him to a bed?” she said to Ben.

He looked at his mum and then turned to the grand daughters who were standing primly with their hands laced in front of them. They looked all of eleven but he knew they were closer to sixteen. “Can you stay with my mum?” he said. “I’ll only be a minute”

They nodded together and he was reminded of the way the twins sometimes mirrored each others movements.

“Come on then,” said the nurse.

Together they lifted Frank on their shoulders and carried him along the corridor. Ben could see the black curtain at the end of it and remembered his last visit there, to see Cora. They turned off before they reached the curtain, the nurse kicked open the door, and carried him into a room.

The air was moist with the heat and the coughs of the twenty men and women laying in the beds. There were no curtains to protect their identity. Ben saw that they were all old, some as old as Ben.

“There’s a bed at the end,” said the nurse.

“Is this all from the cold?” he said as they shuffled past the beds.

“More like the flu,” said the nurse. Ben could hear her straining under the weight of the old man. “It hits the old people hardest.” She sighed. “There’s nothing we can do except make sure they’re getting plenty to drink and that they’re comfortable.”

Together they lifted Frank into the bed. He seemed to weigh next to nothing. He was a shadow of the jolly fat man with his long white beard that Ben had once known.

A coughing fit took hold of Frank and they helped him to sit up. To Ben it sounded like he was going to lose a lung. When it had passed they helped him back down and the nurse pulled the cover up to his chin. He had started to shiver.

“Can you wait here with him a minute?” said the nurse.

“I should get back to my mum,” he said.

“I’ll just be a minute,” she said and didn’t wait for an answer. Ben watched her run down the corridor between the beds and then turned back to Frank.

Frank had closed his eyes. Ben watched his chest rise and fall. His breathing sounded ragged and painful. Then suddenly his eyes popped open. “Is that you Ben?”

“It’s me Frank,” he said.

Frank smiled. “How’s business?”

It took him a moment to realise that Frank was asking how his old job was going. “I’m not doing that anymore Frank,” he said. “I’m in the reconditioning business now.”

The smile faded but Ben could still see it just beneath the surface. “It’s a shame. You were good at it.”

He had been good at it, he’d gone further than either his father or Frank himself. Even now the salvage teams stuck to a more limited radius as ordered by Nicholas. “I’ve got a family now Frank,” he said. “I can’t go wandering anymore.”

“It’s a shame,” said the old man but his eyes were closed and a moment later he was asleep.

The nurse returned with a jug of water and a cup that Ben recognised from one of his own salvage trips. She smiled at him and he guessed that meant he was allowed to leave. He took one last look at the old man and then at all the old people who were suffering because there was only love and kindness to treat them with.

He found his mum standing at the entrance. Frank’s girls were where he had left them.

“You can go through now,” he said.

They smiled at him and then disappeared down the corridor.

“Has she come back with ointment?” he said.

His mum turned to look at him and it seemed as if she didn’t know him. “Who?”

Ben was about to remind her when he looked down and saw a glass jar with a creamy paste inside it. “Come on mum, lets get you home.”

She nodded but looked at him warily. He led her out of the hospital and across the island to the jetty where he had left his boat. It took a few days for him to accept it but eventually he came to realise that he had made his decision to go to London that day in the hospital.

6

The three men in the boat were silent as two rowed and the third looked into the distance. He could hear the sound of children laughing and splashing in the water. The winter flu had passed but it had left its mark; there were fewer old people in Sanctuary now. Old Frank hadn’t made it and neither had the Eisley sisters, among others. A lot of the children splashing around in the water would grow up without knowing their grandparents.

The Island lay ahead. The frame of a new building stood bare and skeletal beside the market. It was an election year and Nicholas was busy fulfilling many of the promises he’d made four years ago and probably not thought about since. He had successfully held a referendum that meant, for the first time, a General could serve more than two terms. The people milling around the Village Hall were either registering to run against him or protesting about something.

The boat reached the jetty and Ben jumped out. He wrapped the rope around a pole and tied it off. By the time he had finished Aaron and Anthony had joined him on the dock. Anthony held a scruffy leather folder.

The deck was slippery beneath his feet and in places he had to step over cracked wood and rotten panels. The whole thing would need replacing eventually but, for now, they were just making repairs where they were needed and using the resources to build a pub.

Ben led the way through the people who had gathered outside the Village Hall. He recognised some of them but didn’t stop to say hello or find out what they were doing there.

It was light and airy in the hall. A skylight had been installed and there was now a walled off section at the rear where Nicholas conducted his private business. Two men stood in front of the door.

“The General is busy,” said one. He looked ten years younger than Ben but he was about a foot taller and tough.

“We’ve got an appointment,” said Ben. Another new initiative, not so long ago there was no need to make appointments to see Nicholas.

“Wait here,” said the other man. He was smaller than the first but had a permanent expression of anger. It struck Ben how much things had changed recently, once upon a time he had known the name and face of everyone in the village but these two were completely new to him. They didn’t appear to recognise him either.

“What’s your name?” said the little man.

“Ben.”

The little man disappeared into Nicholas’s office and the big man stood there watching them suspiciously. A moment later the little man returned.

He nodded at them, “in you go.”

Anthony and Aaron followed Ben through the door into the small office. It smelled of tobacco and thick smoke hung in the air.

“What can I do for you?” said Nicholas. He sounded tired and he looked old. His mouth hung down at the corners, he was starting to get jowls.

Aaron opened the battered folder and placed it on top of the scattered papers on Nicholas’s desk.

“What’s this?” he said.

“It’s a plan for a journey to London,” said Ben.

They watched in silence as Nicholas bent his head to the document and started to read. After a couple of minutes he began to shake his head.

“Oh no. No, no,” he said.

Ben looked at Anthony and Aaron but they didn’t seem to know what to say.

“No this won’t do at all,” said Nicholas and looked up. “You can’t really expect me to approve this.”

“Why not?” said Ben.

“The resources, the man power.” He closed the folder, he couldn’t have read it all. “There’s no way.”

“But what about the medicine?” said Ben.

“The medicine that’s twenty-years out of date?”

Ben had not considered that. It had been twenty years since he’d encountered a sell by date. “The supplies then.”

Nicholas shook his head. “We’ve got supplies.”

“They won’t last forever.”

“No but neither will anything you find in London. We need to focus on sustainability; farming and fishing. We can’t continue living on the remains of the old world Ben.”

The words rung in his head even after they had left the Village hall; ‘we can’t continue living on the remains of the old world.’ Even as they climbed onto the boat and pushed away, in silence, it was all he could think. The worst part of it was that Nicholas was right. Maybe London would keep them going for a while longer, maybe decades, but eventually it would run out and the longer they waited the harder it would be.

It would be difficult for him to transition to a life of farming but at least he had seen a farm. There were people, now adults, living in the village who wouldn’t be able to picture a farm and they certainly wouldn’t be able to run one. If they continued to live off the old world until his generation was gone what would happen to those they left behind?

No one spoke as the boat cut through the water. The splashes of the oars sounded monotonous, the laughs and screams of the children they could hear were painful. Ben tried to shrug it off, it just wasn’t meant to be. He tried to ignore the fact that he was disappointed, that he had been looking forward to one last trip. That wasn’t going to be his life. His life was here in the village and now it always would.

Fight

1

Kirsty Lorimer looked at her three friends and tried to bite back the sense of revulsion she felt. Margaret, Anne and Charlotte sneered at her, their faces masks of disdain.

“You wouldn’t dare,” said Margaret.

No, she wouldn’t, if they wanted to know the truth. Never in a million years. If her father found out she was even considering it he would kill her.

But her father wasn’t there. He was at the pub where he was probably drinking himself silly on out of date scotch. She had the whole boat to herself which was why she’d thought it would be fun to invite her friends over. That and it was far less likely he would come home and beat on her if there were witnesses.

“Kirsty’s scared of vamps, Kirsty’s scared of vamps,” they sang together.

“Obviously I’m not,” she said but they carried on singing. Who was scared of vampires, maybe the grownups but maybe they just said that to keep them from wandering off.

“If you’re not scared why won’t you go?” In the gloom of the boat she couldn’t see who was talking, maybe Margaret again.

“Because I can’t,” she said.

“Because you’re scared,” said Margaret (she was sure it was Margaret now), there was more than a trace of nasty beneath her jokey tone.

“No I’m not.”

“Why won’t you go then?”

She desperately tried to think of a reason not to go to the Back Field but nothing came to mind.

“Told you she was chicken,” said Margaret. She turned back to the other two girls. “Come on, lets leave the chicken alone. She probably only wanted us here because she’s afraid of the dark.”

“I am not,” said Kirsty.

Margaret dismissed her with a “whatever,” and started walking towards the door. Anne and Charlotte followed.

“Wait,” she said. “How would we even get there?”

Margaret paused and then slowly turned around to face her. “We’ve got a boat haven’t we?”

“Yeah but, won’t someone see us?”

“If you’re too scared…”

She didn’t know what came over her, later she would wonder if she had been tricked, somehow it felt like it. She didn’t want to go to the Back Field, it was dark and cold outside and her father would be mad if he got home and she wasn’t there. Although, he would be mad if he got back and she was there, though so she couldn’t win on that score. The truth was she didn’t want her friends to go, mean as they were she didn’t want to be alone.

Kirsty Lorimer pushed past the other girls and walked up the stairs. She opened the door and went out onto the deck. A summer wind coming off the water made her shiver but she didn’t stop. If she stopped she would lose her nerve and she was determined not to give Margaret another excuse to laugh at her.

She climbed down into the boat and waited. She hoped that the other girls had been bluffing and that they would back down now they saw she was prepared to go, but they didn’t. One by one they climbed down into the boat with her and then Margaret untied them before climbing in herself.

Kirsty and Charlotte rowed the boat across the village. There were lights on in some of the homes and she briefly considered screaming but she wasn’t being kidnapped. She was going of her own free will and that made it seem even scarier. If something went wrong she would have no one to blame but herself. She could have let them call her chicken and leave but she hadn’t.

It had been more than a year since the woman had died on Back Field. Supposedly it was a vamp but Kirsty had heard the woman had killed herself because she was married to the General who used to beat her and that she hated him but couldn’t tell anyone because he was the General. No one really believed that there had been a vamp on Back Field because where had they come from? Sanctuary was the only village in the area and vamps weren’t known for wandering far from their own lands. It just didn’t add up.

Even if there weren’t vamps on Back Field it was still a scary place. As they approached it seemed like a black hole, there were no lamps and a full moon hung low in the starry sky. Kirsty looked at the other girls but couldn’t see their faces clearly enough to work out whether they were scared as well. She thought they might be but there was no way any of them would admit it.

When the boat stopped Kirsty jumped up. She was determined to get this over with as soon as possible and the best way to do that, she decided, was to show them that she really wasn’t scared. She stepped off the boat and onto the soggy mud beach.

“There, are you happy?” she said turning around to face them.

The three girls sat in the boat and looked at her. The moon threw her shadow over them so she couldn’t see them clearly. “You’re still scared,” said Margaret.

“You’re the one sitting in the boat,” she said.

“But I’m not scared,” she said.

Kirsty wasn’t so sure about that. “Why don’t you come and join me then?”

She thought Margaret might be shaking her head.

Kirsty did not think about the weakness of her situation. She was standing on Back Field while Margaret and the other girls (probably scared) were in the boat and showing no signs of getting out. She did not consider what might happen if she pissed them off. “What’s the matter?” she said. “Are you scared?”

She heard the water crash against the side of the boat but it took her a moment to realise what was happening. “See you in the morning,” said Margaret.

“Hey what are you doing?”

“If you’re so brave you can spend the night there,” said Margaret.

Kirsty saw the boat move further away and a sickening fear descended upon her. “Come back,” she said.

She heard oars on the water and muffled voices. Maybe Charlotte or Anne were trying to tell Margaret to go back but she would never know. Then all she heard was Margaret laughing and soon the boat had disappeared from sight.

The water settled to a black mirror and she trembled. It was just a joke, she told herself, they weren’t really gone or, if they were, they would be back soon. They were her friends, they wouldn’t really leave her out here all night by herself. She wrapped her arms around herself and wished she’d worn more than a t-shirt and jeans, even in the summer the nights were cold on the river.

In the distance she could hear music. Sound carried across the otherwise silent village. There were lights bobbing up and down on the river and she watched those, convinced that they would give her the first sign that the boat was coming back. If they trying to scare her it had worked.

The wind rustled the leaves on the trees far behind her and she shivered. She wondered how much time had passed and then told herself she was being silly, it could only have been a few minutes since the boat disappeared.

The music in the distance stopped and she heard voices. Joking drunken voices and a splash. Then more laughter. The glow that hung above the island faded and then disappeared. It was getting colder. One by one the lights on the river went out and the darkness seemed to grow exponentially. It became clear to Kirsty that the girls weren’t coming back for her, at least not that night. There would be arguments, maybe Anne or Charlotte would try to talk Margaret out of leaving her there, but she wouldn’t listen and ultimately neither of the two girls would get the boat and come and get her themselves.

Her father might get home from the pub and wonder where she was but if he was drunk (he would be drunk) he would crash out on his bed before worrying about her.

The wispy clouds parted to reveal a black canvas sprinkled with diamond stars. The wind became colder and she shivered. She was reluctant to leave the muddy beach in case the girls surprised her and actually did come back but, eventually, she gave the idea some serious consideration.

Upon the field there was a small forest, just a cluster of trees really. Sometimes people went there to forage for mushrooms and nuts. It was also, she reminded herself, where the General’s wife had been killed but of course that was just a story. She hadn’t been killed by a vamp because vamps didn’t stray this far from the big cities. She would be perfectly safe.

Still she didn’t go. Still she watched the river and even as the distant boat lights went out she held on to the hope that the girls might come back for her.

They did not. She stood on the beach until there was no light in the village, until the cold was so deep that she could feel it in her bones. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks and they felt warm on her icy skin.

Kirsty realised that she couldn’t stay on the beach all night. If she did she would get sick. If she fell asleep there she might not wake up and when the water rose above her head she would drown.

She seriously considered swimming. She was a good swimmer but it was a long way to the nearest boat and she was tired from a long day and what felt like most of a night being scared. If she tried to swim she figured she stood a good chance of drowning.

There really was only one option, she would have to go in land and take shelter in the forest until morning. If she had realised the danger she was in she might have called for help but she didn’t. The surface part of her was convinced that the danger was all in her head and it seemed like a worse fate to get wet or create a fuss by shouting for help than it did to put up with being scared for a few hours. Besides, Margaret would never let her forget it if she didn’t.

With more than a little reluctance Kirsty turned around. Her feet had sunk into the muddy bank and she had to pull them out of the ground with a slurping squelch. She looked at the hill and without giving herself time to change her mind she started to climb it.

The long grass moved in the wind and scratched against her legs. She couldn’t see more than twenty metres ahead with any clarity, the cluster of trees that she knew to be in the distance were just a vague shape in the darkness. Still she looked around as if she might see something, a friend or an enemy, but there was no one there.

Once she had made her decision and climbed to the top of the hill she walked on quickly, keen to get out of the cold. The forest wouldn’t offer much protection but it seemed like her only option and if she pressed herself against one of the large trees it would, at worst, protect her from the wind.

She hurried across the field and did her best to ignore the irregular throbbing of her heart. Her mouth was dry and her skin moist.

There were noises that she hadn’t accounted for. Away from the steady sound of water lapping against boats she could hear owls hooting and night insects chirruping. She tuned them out as best she could but they were still there, grating against her frail nerves.

Alone on the vast field she almost broke into a run but managed to keep herself under control. She was aware that if she lost it now she might never get it back and she didn’t want to spend the entire night jumping at every falling leaf and cracking twig.

When Kirsty finally reached the forest she was soaked through with panic. Her breathing was as rapid as if she had just run a marathon and she couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of blood in her ears. She found a tree in the centre of the cluster and collapsed against it. The rough bark scratched her back as she slid down to the floor.

Kirsty felt like crying but the tears wouldn’t come. She was scared and alone and she just wanted to go home. Maybe it would be better to swim for it. She wrapped her arms around herself and knew that she wouldn’t dare do that, the idea of jumping in the icy cold water was enough to scare her.

Sleep took her unaware. She opened her eyes and the quality of he night had changed enough for her to realise time had passed. The dark was somehow deeper, it had a weight to it that it hadn’t had before. The wind had stopped and the cold had gotten into the ground beneath her. She wasn’t sure what (a noise perhaps) but something had woken her.

She wiped the moisture from her face and listened. Her anxiety about what might be out there

(vamps)

was tempered by the hope that it might be her friends come back for her. As quietly as she could manage she climbed to her feet. Her legs were stiff and sore. She looked around the tree but she couldn’t see anything. It must have been a bird or a rabbit or something else, she decided, nothing to get excited or worried about.

Then she saw something move

(creep)

in the moon shadows beyond the trees. Hunched over like an animal the black shape moved across the field. Kirsty held her breath and prayed for it to go away but when it disappeared from view she did not feel any better.

She swallowed dry air and it stuck in her throat. She squeezed her fists together and tried not to cough, her nails dug into her palms. It was out there: a vamp.

Kirsty had never actually seen a vampire before. Her mum had told her all about them, of course, and how people had lived before they came along. What her mum hadn’t told her she had picked up from friends and at school. She understood about vampires in theory: if you got bitten you either died or turned into one of them; vampires were strong and fast; the only way to kill a vampire was by piercing their heart with wood; blah, blah, blah.

Understanding was one thing but it hadn’t prepared her for how it would feel to encounter one. The feeling of dread that had turned her legs to jelly, the disgust and abhorrence of beholding the unnatural perversion. She could feel the bile rising in her throat and forced it down. She tried to make herself to relax a little so she could listen and try to work out where it had gone.

All she could hear was the wind whipping through the tree branches above her and through the grass in the field. She discovered then that she really was scared of vamps and thought that when

(if)

she got home she would proudly admit to being scared of them, regardless of what Margaret Coley thought.

She heard a crunch behind her and froze. She didn’t dare turn around. She told herself that it was just a branch, that it had probably fallen out of a tree or an animal had stood on it.

Then she felt a cold hand on her arm. An icy chill seemed to radiate from it.

The air had suddenly gone from her lungs and she couldn’t even scream. She felt warm urine soaking through her knickers and tears streaming down her face.

She could hear it breathing and smelled rotten flesh. She choked down the rancid air and from nowhere she found the strength to move.

Kirsty ran. She pushed past the branches that hung across the path, felt them making tiny cuts on her face but ignored them. She could see the edge of the field beyond the forest now and made for that. The muscles in her legs burned and it felt as if she was swallowing poison air. She kept running.

She couldn’t hear the vamp behind her but she knew it would be there. A part of her knew that she wasn’t going to get away from it, that even on her best day she couldn’t hope to outrun it and today was far from her best day. But she kept running because she knew something else about vamps; they couldn’t go through water. If she just made it to the river then she would be okay. She might end up with a cold or worse but nothing could really be worse than getting caught by a vamp.

Kirsty Louise Lorimer made it almost half-way from the forest to the river before the vampire got her. She felt as much as heard it leap through the air towards her. Her breath caught in her throat and her entire body became rigid. Its nails tore deep gashes, through her shirt and down her back. It stung as the cold air made contact with the fresh wounds. She thought it would hurt even more when she made it to the water.

She didn’t make it to the water.

Now on her back the vamp pulled her to the ground. Its body seemed both lighter than air and as heavy as a boat. She lay on her face and tore at the damp grass trying to pull herself away but it made no difference.

She could feel the cold breath of the vamp on her neck, then its teeth. She remained fully conscious and aware as two needle-like fangs pressed against the tender flesh of her neck and then popped through.

Kirsty screamed as she felt, actually felt, the blood being drawn through the veins in her neck and out of the two puncture holes. It came at an unnatural pace. Within seconds she felt as if she was suffering from a bad case of the flu; her entire body felt weak and she could no longer even move her arms to flap at the ground. She lay still.

At some point she must have passed out. When she was next aware of anything she realised she was alone. The heavy weight had gone from her back. Tentatively, almost experimentally, she tried to sit up. The ground was warm and wet beneath her but it didn’t seem to matter.

She raised a hand to her neck and felt two small lumps but the skin was unbroken

(already healed)

and her hands came away clean. She wondered if she had somehow survived the attack. Maybe something had come along and scared the vamp away. She wondered what terrible thing could possibly scare a vamp. The only thing she came up with was a bigger, badder vamp.

The idea of going back to the river no longer seemed appealing. She was thirsty but the idea of jumping in the water wasn’t just unappealing, it felt akin to jumping into a fire. She stood up and turned back towards the little cluster of trees. It no longer scared her to go back that way but she didn’t think she would stop there. There was no need to go back to the village now, there were better things to do with her time than waiting on an abusive father.

All of the aches and pains that she had felt were gone. If anything she felt better than she ever had before. She seemed to float above the land which she could see more clearly now. Each blade of the long grass shone like a lamp, each tree stood alone and independent. There was a new sound as well, a throbbing and gushing sound that made her thirst greater.

Kirsty Louise Lorimer passed through the cluster of trees and into her new life.

2

Old Groche stood with his head in his hands. His sons either side of him. He’d already lost a daughter and now a grandchild too. Ben felt sorry for him, even if he was a miserable wretch most of the time. He turned away from the scene as more people arrived and went into the Village Hall.

Nicholas’s door was closed but he could hear shouting. He opened the door and found Nicholas sitting calmly behind his desk talking to three girls who couldn’t have been much older than thirteen. Nicholas broke off from what he was saying and looked up when Ben walked through the door.

“Cora…” he said and the room seemed to freeze. Why had his sisters name come to his lips and right then? It seemed as if everyone was looking at him. He wet his lips. “You wanted to see me?”

Nicholas nodded. “Sit down Ben. I want you to hear what these young ladies have to say.”

He looked around but couldn’t see a seat so he crossed his arms and nodded for them to continue.

“Okay Margaret,” said Nicholas, his voice calm and level but his fingers jiving on the table giving those who knew him a deeper insight into his thought process. “Lets go through this again.”

The girl with short dark hair looked up at him, her cheeks were wet but her face set in a scowl. “Who’s he?”

“This is Ben,” said Nicholas. “He’s going to help me find your friend.”

Her face broke into a relieved smile and she tilted her head up to look at him, “are you? Really?”

Ben felt a little uncomfortable, not about what was being said exactly, more at the way she was saying it. But her friend was missing, he supposed, she probably didn’t know how to react. “I’m going to do my best,” he said because over the years he’d found that not only wouldn’t he lie to his wife but that he wouldn’t lie to children either.

“Fuck you,” she said and then leaned back in her seat with her arms folded across her chest.

Ben was shocked by her attitude. He was there because Nicholas had sent for him, because there was a little girl missing and because he thought he could help. He turned and looked at Nicholas.

“Margaret please,” said Nicholas. His hands were squeezed together in tight fists. “We’re trying to help Kirsty.”

Margaret looked away from him and for a while Ben thought that the meeting would end there. Then one of the other girls leaned towards Margaret. Ben couldn’t hear what she was saying but when she had finished Margaret said, “fine, I’ll tell him.”

He waited while she turned herself towards him, sat up and brushed strands of dark hair out of her face. The other girls could have told him what had happened but he hadn’t been in the room for five seconds before he’d realised that there was a strict hierarchy within the group.

“She’s on Back Field,” said Margaret and was apparently happy to leave it at that.

Ben took a breath and tried to remain calm

(it’s happening again)

while he spoke. “What’s she doing there?”

Margaret turned and looked at the girl who had gotten her to speak. She nodded then Margaret turned back to Ben. He realised that whatever she told him now was unlikely to be the whole truth. “She wanted to go. We tried to stop her but she said we were just scared. She took the boat but we, I, thought she would come back as soon as she saw what it was like. She just ran off onto the field.”

Ben looked at Nicholas who shrugged. Then back to Margaret. “What did you do then?”

“We waited for her but it was late. We were going to go back and look for her this morning but I guess her dad realised she was gone already.”

“Why didn’t you come and tell someone last night?” said Nicholas. “You know where I live, you could have woken me.”

“We didn’t want to get her in trouble,” said Margaret. Then she seemed to change her whole demeanour in a way that seemed forced to Ben. She started to sniff as if she was crying but there were no tears. “I’m really sorry,” she said, shaking her head. The words became almost impossible to understand. “We shouldn’t have let her go and we should have told someone straight away. We didn’t think she would do it.”

“What was she wearing?” said Ben.

Margaret shook her head. “I don’t know. A t-shirt and jeans, I think.”

“Do you remember the colour?”

She shook her head and he turned to look at the other girls. The one who had spoken to Margaret answered. “It was a white t-shirt.”

Ben nodded and turned to Nicholas who returned the gesture.

“Thank you girls,” said Nicholas. “I think that’s everything we need from you.”

They looked at him as if they were in school and he was a teacher.

“You may leave now.”

The three girls stood up and the one who had spoken to Margaret held open the door so the other two could go through. Ben expected her to follow them out and she did, but first she turned back to them and said, “please find her. I’m so worried.”

It was, Ben thought, the first honest thing that had been said in the room and he refused to meet it with a lie. “If she’s still there I’ll find her.”

The girl looked confused. “Where else could she be?”

Ben found that he couldn’t answer her. The truth was that she was probably dead. He didn’t know if there were still vamps on the Back Field but he knew a thirteen year old girl couldn’t last long by herself on a field at night wearing summer clothes. If he didn’t find her there then she was probably at the bottom of the river.

Without getting an answer from him the girl left the room and closed the door behind her. Ben stood and turned to Nicholas. “What do you think?”

“She’s lying,” said Nicholas. His face had gone red now and he was gripping the edge of his desk.

“About the Back Field?” he said.

“About the rest of it. What little girl would go off and do such a thing?”

Ben was eager to get going as soon as he could. The longer he waited the more time there was for something terrible to happen to her. “Do you think they lied about anything important?”

Nicholas considered the question before replying. “I suppose not. I expect she did go to Back Field.”

That was good enough for Ben. He left Nicholas with his anger and went to find little Kirsty Lorimer.

3

Ben had managed to talk the girls father out of coming but old Groche had insisted that his two sons, the girls uncles, join the search party. He wasn’t sure how much good they would do, he knew for a fact that the elder of the two, Peter, was a drunk on the same scale as the girls dad. He just hoped they wouldn’t get in the way.

They travelled to Back Island in two boats. Groche’s boys in the old mans fishing dugout; Ben and Aaron on his raft. The air was still and heavy with moisture. It would be raining by midday, he thought.

As they approached the field he saw the markings of the girls’s boat in the mud from the night before. They landed their boats next to the spot and climbed out.

The mud had been churned up for a distance of a couple of metres along the coast. Someone had paced the beach over and over again, a fact that did not fit in with Margaret’s explanation of what had happened. He expected there would be many such examples and that it would not help his job to dwell on them.

He led the three other men up the muddy slope. There were indentations in the grass where the girl must have walked, except he could imagine her running, afraid of the decision she’d made to leave the beach and wanting to get wherever she had been going quickly. It seemed impossible that the job would be as easy as following a trail but so far that was what it looked like being.

At the top of the hill the land opened up and he could see the cluster of trees to the west that everyone called the forest. Without discussion they stopped together at the top of the hill and checked their weapons: a crossbow apiece and a quiver of arrows on their backs.

They crossed the field without a word. Ben tried to stay calm but despite his best efforts his fingers tightened around the handle of his crossbow. He saw to the north areas of the field that had already been ploughed, ready for seeds to be planted for the first Sanctuary farm. The workers should be there already but salvaged ploughs stood idle.

The walk down the hill and across the field was painfully short. Ben realised at once that if the girl was in the woods and unharmed she would have seen them and come running out. If she was still there she was hurt or worse. As they walked he glanced at the two uncles but all he saw in their eyes was a keyed up fear which would do no good if he needed them to do something. In fact it could end up being more of a liability. Fortunately Aaron seemed more in control of himself, although Ben couldn’t help but notice the way he chewed on his bottom lip.

They didn’t find her in the forest. There were some broken mushrooms on the floor beside a tree and he guessed she had done it but there was no sign of where she had gone. It took them less than five minutes to search the cluster of trees without enthusiasm. They could all tell that she wasn’t there but each felt the need to confirm it.

Once they had finished they stood on the far side of the forest and stared back across the field. Ben knew that their real destination was behind them but it seemed to offer some comfort to look back in the direction of home. None of them wanted to say it, least of all Ben, but they hadn’t found her and they knew what that meant.

“Lets keep moving,” said Aaron and Ben was grateful to him for breaking the silence.

He turned and through an arch of trees he saw the unexplored fields beyond the forest. The light looked darker there, the sun less warm. He nodded and sighed. “Come on then.”

They walked more slowly now. The weight of the task before them more apparent. They were no longer following a trail that they hoped would lead to a frightened but unharmed little girl. There was no more trail and that she had left behind the relative safety of the forest meant it was impossible to deny the likelihood something even worse had happened to her.

He let Aaron lead them through the forest. When he stepped out the other side he shivered. There were no depressions in the grass to follow and the field seemed to stretch out to the horizon.

“Which way should we go?” said one of the brothers, he thought Peter but didn’t turn to check.

There wasn’t an obvious way to go. If she had come out here then she could have gone in any direction. Of course there was always the possibility that she was still in the forest and they had missed her but this seemed like the most optimistic approach to take. So it didn’t really matter which way they went, their chances of finding her remained the same: low.

“We should stay by the river,” he said. At least that way they couldn’t get lost. He didn’t think any of them had any experience with land navigation, at least nothing in the past twenty years.

For want of a better idea the others agreed. So they headed south towards where the rivers flowed. He tried to think that this was the most likely course she would have taken. Alone in the dark she might have got lost and finding the river would at least have meant she was getting closer to home. Instead he thought that if Zack or Adam had been turned he would want someone to find them and put them out of their misery.

They reached the river where it ran around the back of Sanctuary. Here it was all mud planes that smelled like sewage. In the distance he could see the Island and for a brief moment his heart skipped a beat as it looked like someone standing in the middle of the mud flats. It could have been her. She wouldn’t have been able to see the mud in the dark or known how solid it was if she could. She might have seen the Island and the river in the distance and thought she could walk to it. A foolish idea in the light of day but in her panic she might not have remembered. The truth was that the south beach was the closest crossing point.

“It’s not her,” said Aaron.

He handed the battered black binoculars to Ben and he looked through them. It was a tree, somehow growing in the middle of all that mud, it’s bare branches reaching for the sky like a little girl stuck in the mud.

They walked on down the river bank. The sun rose in the sky and Ben brushed away flies and other bugs drawn towards them by the mud banks. The heat continued to intensify and by mid-day he was looking around for shelter. A few trees grew along the banks but none of them very big. Any protection they might offer was negligible.

The Island disappeared from view and eventually so did the suburbs of Sanctuary. Only then did the mud banks give way to more solid ground.

Ben didn’t go hunting anymore but even when he had he’d never ventured this far from the village. If a journey of this distance had been required his instinct would have been to make it by boat. Now he was out there on land, exposed to the elements with nowhere to hide. The whole enterprise began to feel like too much effort to him and, when he considered how unlikely they were to find the girl, pointless.

After some time they came to another cluster of trees. Though the sun was beginning to lose a lot of its intensity they were all glad of a chance to sit down and rest. Aaron built a fire and Ben shot a rabbit. By the time they had eaten and rested the sun had begun its slow decline towards the hills in the west. It would be dark before long.

“Should we go back?” said Ben. He had almost forgotten the brothers who sat by themselves a little way back from the dying fire. Even if he had remembered them he wouldn’t have asked for their opinion on the matter.

Aaron looked out at the night sky and appeared to consider the question. “Maybe give it another hour?”

In another hour it would be most of the way to dark but he didn’t say anything. They were four fully grown and armed men and they could look after themselves. He nodded. “Another hour then.”

The sun seemed to visibly move across the sky and his shadow became longer every few minutes. He could still hear the water running to his left but the river was now hidden behind a bank of trees and overgrown bushels. It was tiring and their water had run out. He was tempted to suggest calling it off before the hour mark. But he had already missed the twins’s bedtime so a few hours more out wouldn’t make much difference.

Ahead of him Aaron stopped. Ben stopped beside him. “Did you see something?” he said.

“When did you last come this way?” he said.

The two brothers stopped beside him, yawned and stretched. “What’s going on?”

Ben ignored them. “By river? Couple of years I guess. Before the twins anyway. Why?”

Aaron nodded. “Come here,” he said.

He looked back at the two brothers who showed little concern about the setting sun or that their question had been ignored. Then he walked away from them and followed Aaron through a rough path that had formed between two bushes.

On the other side was the river. About two metres below them where the land had risen imperceptibly as they walked. The greenish water rushed past below and he followed it to the wooden structure that looked something like a bridge spanning the banks.

“What do you make of that?” said Aaron.

Ben wondered if Aaron had already known about the structure. It wasn’t clear to him what it was. Perhaps he’d had an ulterior motive for the ‘one more hour’. “What is it?” he said.

“So you didn’t see it last time you came out?”

Ben shook his head and felt as dumb as the brothers.

“I thought not. Looks like they’ve done some more work on it recently.”

“Do you know what it is?”

Aaron sighed. “Best guess: a dam.”

“A dam?”

He nodded. “It’s right up the flow of the river from Sanctuary, block the water here and we’ll soon dry up.”

“Who would…” But he didn’t need to finish. The answer was obvious; if the vamps dried out the river they could walk right into the village and take whoever they wanted. But vamps didn’t build, they weren’t organised. They were just mindless beasts. Unfortunately the available evidence did not support this theory. “We have to do something.”

Aaron nodded. “London.”

“London? What for?” said Ben.

“Weapons,” said Aaron. “They’re coming for us Ben and we need to be able to defend ourselves.”

“We’ve got weapons, haven’t we?”

Aaron held up his crossbow. It had been made in the village based on a design from a textbook Ben himself had salvaged. It was rough, inelegant, it took about a minute to reload and it wasn’t accurate over long distances. “These things? Ben, how many vamps do you think it took to build this?”

He shrugged.

“Dozens, maybe as many as a hundred and that’s just the workers. What about the ones behind it?”

Ben didn’t like feeling dumb, it felt too close to the truth to be funny. He was a worker, not a thinker, but he didn’t need to have that pointed out to him. “What do you mean?” he said.

“Someone had to plan that, they had to find somewhere to get the material and the tools. That isn’t the product of a bunch of worker ants.”

That made a cruel kind of sense. The few vamps that he had encountered had been primal, instinctive creatures, certainly not capable of the kind of reasoned thinking it would require to build something like a dam. So maybe there was another set of vamps, smarter than the grunts that attacked people in fields.

“There’s a place in London,” continued Aaron. He looked around as if someone might be watching them. Maybe the brothers could have been but they were no where to be seen. “When everything happened,” he said, apparently happy that they were safe, “we holed up in The Tower. It was on the river, we only had to defend one side.”

Ben listened, fascinated despite the dreadful nature of the situation. Aaron’s past was, until that moment, a mystery to him. He had never wanted to talk about it before. Ben had assumed it was for the same reason no one else wanted to talk about the past; it hurt too much to remember the world that used to be. But now it turned out that there was more to it than that.

“The PM, the King, everyone considered valuable was moved in so they could be defended. There were plans for what we would do after the threat was eliminated…” he shook his head. “…we were going to start again and build a new world.”

“They over ran the castle?” Ben guessed.

Aaron nodded. “We had a few weeks but it was never going to last. If we’d had a few more days we might have been able to get more people out. In the end it was just me and Anthony.”

Ben had been too young when it happened to really consider what happened to the leaders of the country and now that he was old enough they seemed distant and unimportant. He doubted he would have been too concerned about it at the time. He knew that at some point in the past there had been a king but what did that matter now?

“There were weapons there?” he said.

Aaron nodded. “We took what we could but it’s only enough for a few people.” He nodded towards the dam. “If this works we’ll need to arm the whole village.”

“Maybe it would be easier to just move on,” he said. “We live on boats after all.”

“Yeah, right. Half of them are so built up it would be easier to move a block of flats. Besides, if the vamps are smart enough to build something like this they’ll just catch up with us again. We need a way to defend ourselves.”

Ben nodded. It made sense and he couldn’t see a way around it. “Why didn’t you say that before? Why all that rubbish about getting supplies?”

Aaron lowered his voice. “Do you trust him?”

“Who?”

“Nicholas. Do you trust him?”

Ben thought about it. He didn’t like Nicholas, that was for sure, but he trusted him, didn’t he? He had the best interest of Sanctuary in mind. “Don’t you?”

Aaron rubbed the back of his neck and when he was done, said simply, “no.”

How long had they been there now? The darkness was creeping over them like a blanket. He wanted to know more, wanted to find out why Aaron didn’t trust Nicholas but this was not the time. “We have to tell him,” he said.

“I think you’re right. I wanted you to see it first.”

The dark crossed over the watery valley between the two banks. Ben thought he began to sense, rather than see, movement. The bank opposite had been stripped of vegetation and looked a lot like the parts of Back Field that had been ploughed. Now the ground seemed to pulse and undulate as though something were pushing from below.

“We need to move,” said Aaron.

Ben nodded his head in agreement and started to turn until he felt Aaron’s hand on his arm.

“Ben, I don’t think we should tell people about this.”

“It’s between you and me,” he said. “But we tell Nicholas in the morning.”

Aaron nodded. “Agreed.”

He wanted to get into why Aaron didn’t trust Nicholas but now wasn’t the time. They walked back through the path of broken trees and arrived to find the brothers with their crossbows aimed at their hearts.

When they saw that it was them they relaxed and lowered their weapons. “We thought you was … one of them.”

There was no time to discuss that either. Ben led the way back along the river. Despite being thirsty and exhausted they moved quickly. Ben, at the front, motivated by the image of the dam and the thought of how many vamps were now behind them. How, he wondered, could they have been so close for so long? Shouldn’t they have known?There were so many questions and he knew he wouldn’t get answers to them all.

4

They sent the two brothers home and made their way to the Island. The air was golden blue, the colours seemed deeper and more real than they had before. Sanctuary was silent in the early morning and Ben looked out across the water as if he had never really seen it before.

It looked vulnerable in a way it never had. He saw a bunch of people who had been exiled from their natural home on land to live as refugees on the water. They were kidding themselves that this could be a permanent way of life.

They saw Nicholas arrive on his shiny raft. His two bodyguards

(bullies)

flanking him. He saw them as he climbed onto the Island and walked towards them.

“Did you find her?” he said.

It took Ben a moment to realise he was talking about Kirsty. He shook his head, feeling bad for the girl they had forgotten about. “We need to speak to you,” he said.

“Of course, my office is always open.”

Five minutes later Ben was back in The General’s office, a cup of something like coffee in his hands. The aroma of it woke him from the daze he had fallen into without realising it.

“We found something,” he said. He was unsure how to tell Nicholas about the dam. As much as he disliked the man he knew he cared about Sanctuary.

“What is it Ben,” he said calmly. “Whatever it is we can deal with it.”

“The vamps are building a dam,” he said.

Ben explained as best he could their discovery of the dam without revealing that Aaron had already known about it. He described its structure and location and their best guess about what it meant. Nicholas listened in silence, nodding his head from time to time.

“This is troubling,” said Nicholas when Ben had finished. It was an under reaction compared to what he had expected. But he wasn’t to be put off.

“If we leave at once we can be back inside of two weeks,” he said.

“Leave?” said Nicholas, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Where on earth would you go?”

“London,” said Ben, not picking up on the fact that Nicholas knew exactly what he was talking about but feigning ignorance.

“Why in the world would you go there?”

“We have to be prepared to fight them,” he said. “We need weapons and Aaron knows where we can find them.”

It was the first time he had mentioned Aaron by name. He had been sitting at the back of the room in perfect silence.

“Ah yes, Aaron,” said Nicholas. “The man of mystery. Quite a coincidence that you happened upon this little construction isn’t it?”

Aaron remained silent. Ben was worried that the conversation was beginning to stray from its original purpose.

“We have to do something,” he said.

Nicholas leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together beneath his chin. He did not speak for a moment and Ben thought he was considering the problem.

“I tell you what I think, shall I?” said Nicholas.

Neither Ben nor Aaron spoke.

“I think you knew about this before, let’s say around about the time you suggested a trip to London last time. What was that, say six months ago?”

It sounded about right to Ben. It was long enough ago that an election had been held and Nicholas had been voted in for another term. Long enough ago that farmers had been recruited and work had begun on the Back Field. He nodded.

“And would you say,” he said, looking at Aaron, “would you say that any significant progress has been made in that time?”

Ben turned to look at Aaron.

He hesitated and Ben wondered if he would lie. “A lot of the progress might be things we can’t see,” he said.

Nicholas nodded. “As I suspected.” He turned to Ben: “I suppose you didn’t notice the structure the last time you were out that way?”

Ben shook his head.

“So for all we know what you saw was up to two years old?”

Ben wanted to tell him he was wrong but how could he explain a ‘feeling’ he’d had.

Nicholas sighed. “Let’s say for the sake of argument that this is the work of vamps. Incidentally it could just as easily be the work of another human settlement. But let’s say its vamps: isn’t it possible that they gave up on it months ago?”

“Why would they…” said Ben.

“Perhaps they didn’t have the manpower, or perhaps they simply didn’t know how,” he said. “But doesn’t that seem more likely than you stumbling on a work in progress that hasn’t changed for six months?”

Ben turned to look at Aaron for help but he offered nothing. He couldn’t understand how Nicholas could be so dismissive of what he saw as an obvious threat.

“Now I appreciate you gentlemen coming to me with this information,” he said, “but I suspect concern for the girl and sleep deprivation have made it seem to you like a bigger deal than it actually is.”

He dismissed them from his office and all of a sudden the fact he hadn’t slept for more than twenty-four hours did seem like a big deal. He got onto the raft with Nicholas and weaved through the traffic approaching the Island. People called to each other across the water, some of them might have even called to him, but they seemed distant now.

They travelled along the river towards Ben’s boat in silence but they didn’t stop there. He glanced up at Aaron as they floated past but he could tell by the look on his face that it hadn’t been a mistake. He said nothing and waited to see where he would end up.

A few minutes later Aaron steered them up to a jetty beside a burned out boat. The windows were black and the wood charred and rotten. It was on the periphery of the village, the subject of occasional complaints from neighbours who would rather have it removed. He wanted to ask Aaron what they were doing there but Aaron would know he was wondering that and had apparently decided not to tell him.

Ben climbed out of the boat and Aaron threw a dirty canvas over the top of it. From a distance it would look like another piece of debris. The wooden struts complained as they walked along the pier and climbed aboard the boat.

It smelled of smoke, tobacco and wood. He could hear muttered voices coming from inside. Aaron knocked and then pulled open the door and led Ben inside.

5

He was sitting in a broken leather armchair looking at three other men. One of them he recognised at Anthony, the other two he didn’t think he had seen before. Aaron sat on a stool to his left. The boat was as battered on the inside as out; the bare floorboards were cracked and dirty, the walls stripped of colour. There was little furniture except the chairs. Black paint on the windows blocked any sunlight. The room was lit by three oil lamps burning on the floor.

No one spoke.

It was obviously some kind of secret meeting but to what end he had no idea. After a few minutes of silence he turned to look at Aaron, “what’s this all…” (about?) But Aaron shook his head and he stopped talking.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and it opened. Two women came in, one he recognised as Sandra Wheeler and the other he didn’t know.

“Sorry I’m late,” said Sandra, “I couldn’t get away from Louise.”

Louise was Sandra’s daughter. She sat down in one of the chairs opposite him, the other woman remained standing awkwardly by the door.

“This is Kris,” said Sandra and they all turned to look at her. “Take a seat.”

Kris sat down next to Ben. He felt increasingly uncomfortable in the confined space at the centre of attention. Aaron stood up.

“This is Anthony, Daniel and Sol,” he said indicating the three men. “I’m Aaron and this is Sandra.”

Ben looked at the Daniel and Sol. Daniel was a few years older than him, his blond hair starting to thin. Sol had shoulder length dark hair and didn’t look older than twenty.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now?” said Ben. He should have been at home by now, the twins would be waking up and Mary would be wondering where he was.

“We saw the dam today,” said Aaron. “We spoke to the General about going to London again but he refused.”

“We knew he would,” said the man Daniel, his voice was gruff with a slightly northern accent that Ben couldn’t place.

“But it was the right thing to do,” said Aaron. “Now we have to decide what happens next.”

“What’s to decide?” said Daniel. “We take the boats and go, just like we planned.”

There were no objections. Ben felt as if he was agreeing to go just by being there. Plans and arrangements were thrown around the room so quickly that he couldn’t keep up. When he came to leave with Aaron he was tired and confused but aware that he had agreed to be ready the following morning before sunrise.

“And don’t tell anyone,” said Aaron as he climbed off the little raft onto the jetty outside his own home. He nodded his agreement but truthfully the only thing he was thinking about was a warm bed.

6

He slept fitfully throughout the day, waking frequently fearing that he had overslept and missed the morning. He had no idea whether they would wait for him or simply leave him behind. He did know that he wanted to go.

It would be hard leaving Mary and the twins, harder still because he couldn’t tell them what he was really doing. There seemed little chance that the vamps would complete the dam in the two weeks he expected to be gone but before leaving he reminded Mary that there were weapons under the bed.

When morning came he carried his bag onto the deck and stood at the end of the pier waiting for them to come. It was still dark but he could see a few boats with lights on and hear some muttered voices.

Aaron arrived a few minutes later aboard a frequently patched rubber dingy. It made little sound as it skimmed through the water and none at all when Ben climbed in. He nodded at Aaron but they made their escape in silence.

He leaned back and watched the village slip away behind him. They would be back in two weeks, armed and ready to defend themselves but it didn’t seem like that. It seemed as if he were saying goodbye for the last time and he didn’t know what that meant. He would be back and the village would still be there but it wouldn’t be the same.

An old narrow boat was waiting for them at the abandoned mill. When Ben had first arrived the mill had been occupied by a couple of pensioners who kept chickens and gave the village boys eggs for doing chores. As far as he knew no one had lived in it for years. The contents had been looted and the windows broken.

Ben threw his bag onto the barge and followed it across. He could hear the others talking in hushed voices, an argument about whether to bring something or other. When he walked in he found Kris by the door.

“What’s that about?” he said.

Daniel, Sol, Anthony and Sandra were talking in low voices but there was no mistaking the anger in them.

“Sandra told her mum where we’re going,” said Kris.

“I had to,” Sandra shouted across the room defensively. “I needed her to take Louise.”

Ben wondered, not for the first time, whether so many people were needed. Someone was bound to notice that six people were missing from Sanctuary, even if they didn’t know where they had gone, Nicholas was bound to work it out.

“It’s done now,” said Aaron walking in behind them. “Are we ready to move?”

Everyone agreed that they were ready and begrudgingly left the argument to simmer. The engine was started and Aaron turned them around to face down the river.

Ben stared out the grubby little window above the sink as the sun rose and the outside chugged by at a steady ten miles an hour. Soon he saw the lands where he had hunted as a boy and later gone salvaging, first with his dad and Frank and then just his dad. A few years on and it had just been him by himself.

He tensed uncontrollably. He knew what was coming up but he didn’t know how he would feel seeing it again after so many years. Ben had gone on wandering even after his fathers death but he had made a conscious choice to avoid seeing the place it had happened.

Around him the others fussed around putting things in drawers and cupboards and checking lists of supplies. No one asked him to help and if they wondered what he was doing they didn’t say so. It was hardly a secret what had happened to his dad. Quite the opposite, his death had made him something of a celebrity.

The long grass parted in seeming mockery and Ben could almost hear his father screaming. He didn’t think he would forget that sound if he lived to be a hundred.

It had happened on a day like any other. Father and son had taken the dug out canoe down river to a spot near the road. Ben had been fifteen years old, the only reason his mum had let him go was because his father had insisted it was safe. And it had been safe, past-tense, they had been going into the village for months and never seen so much as a hint that vamps had been there.

It hadn’t been vamps that had got his dad though. They had gone into the market and they had realised too late that they weren’t alone.

Ben shook his head and stepped away from the window. He didn’t want to be thinking about that, not when he had work to do.

He found Aaron on deck at the tiller.

“How are we doing?” said Ben.

“We’re making good time. We’ll need to stop before the end of tomorrow to get more fuel,” said Aaron.

“You know somewhere?”

Aaron shook his head. “You’re the only one I know who’s been out this far. Do you know anywhere?”

Ben thought about the days he’d spent travelling up and down the river. They called it wandering, ostensibly it was to look for salvage but there was more to it than that. It had been a time when he was alone, a time when the world felt like it was his. He loved the excitement of mooring on some foreign bank and spending the night looking at the stars from a new location. He would pitch his tent in a field but he didn’t sleep. He stayed up all night with a crossbow in his lap hoping to see a vamp.

The vamps were the reason everything had changed. Because of the vamps he couldn’t live a normal life, because of the vamps, indirectly his dad was dead. On those nights he prayed for a vamp to come his way so that he could kill it. But not slowly, not with any measure of mercy. A part of him wanted them to suffer, maybe just to see if they were capable of suffering, or maybe because he thought they deserved it.

He shook his head. “I always took the raft.”

“You rowed all the way out here?” said Aaron, he sounded impressed.

Ben shrugged. “It’s not that far really.”

“I guess we’ll have to try our luck. There’s some jerry cans inside, a couple of us could head into town.”

Ben nodded and they carried on in silence. Most nights his prayers had gone unanswered and he spent another sleepless night waiting for vamps that never came. He began to think they were dying. It made sense; they had wiped out most of their food supply, the few humans that remained must have fled to secure communities like Sanctuary. It seemed possible and filled him with a cautious kind of hope. If the vamps were dying then they just had to wait, when they were all gone humans could return to the land.

Of course that was not the case at all as he had discovered on one of his last trips when he’d found the farm. As far as he knew it was still there. As far as he knew there were a hundred other farms across the country.

“Do you want me to take over for a bit?” he said after he’d watched Aaron yawn for the sixth time.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Sol’s up in an hour.”

The plan was to travel non-stop. Going through the night would cut a week off their overall travel time. Aaron hadn’t really elaborated on what they would do when they reached London but it would be prudent to keep as much of their armoury as possible for it.

Ben leaned against the rail at the back of the boat. The sun was at its peak and the water shinned like a mirror. There was no sound in the world except for the gently throbbing motor beneath them.

They ate a dinner of beans and sausages that Anthony cooked over the wood burner. Sol was served his on deck while the rest of them gathered in the open space that passed for a living room. There were bunks on the walls, attached by hinges to keep them out of the way when they weren’t in use. During the night they would all sleep but each of them had a shift booked on deck.

Ben sat between Daniel and Kris, she sat leaning against Sandra. Anthony and Aaron sat opposite. They warmth from the stove made the room muggy and, combined with a lack of sleep, Ben found himself yawning before he got to the bottom of his tin.

“Have you been out this way before?” said Ben to Kris in the hope that conversation would keep him awake long enough to finish eating.

She shook her head. She was a woman of few words. She was slight and young and her red hair was cut short. He thought she resembled a teenage boy. “I’ve never been outside Sanctuary,” she said.

“What? Never?” He wondered what qualified her for this journey, maybe she was an ace vamp killer.

“Her mum was pregnant with her when she arrived,” said Sandra and Ben wondered if Sandra was her mother. She was just about old enough but it would be a push. “Kris was the first person born in Sanctuary.”

Ben watched as Sandra put her arm around Kris and Drew her into her in a not very motherly fashion. She kissed the younger woman on the cheek and he thought he understood.

“How’s Mary?” said Sandra as if she needed to make it any clearer that Kris was hers and therefore off limits to him. Not that he would ever cheat on his wife but love was funny like that, what you knew and what you feared were often two very different things.

“She’s good,” he said but Sandra had already turned away.

Kris mouthed ‘sorry’ and shrugged before turning away as well.

“Ignore them,” said Daniel.

Scott turned around to see the man looking at him.

“You gonna finish that?” he said, waving his fork at Scott’s tin.

Scott looked down as if he had forgotten all about his dinner. “Yeah I am,” he said.

“Shame.”

He looked down to scoop up another fork of beans and when he looked up again Daniel had gone. He finished his dinner and left his tin on the draining board by the sink. No one seemed to be in the mood for talking and within half an hour the bunks were being pulled down. He climbed into his own with weary pleasure, pulled his sleeping bag up high and closed his eyes.

Exhausted though he was sleep did not come quickly to Ben that night. He lay on his back with his eyes closed and let the gentle motion of the boat lull him into a doze that was not quite sleep. He imagined the dark world passing by outside and wondered what they would find in London.

7

The morning was cold. The wind seemed to cut right through his clothes and down to his bones. Ben wrapped his jacket tightly around himself and pulled down his hat. It was just about light enough to see the river ahead, to adjust the tiller and keep them away from the overgrown banks on either side. He scanned the banks continuously but saw no sign of movement there.

He supposed that they hadn’t actually come that far, that any vamps in the area would have been swallowed up by the dam project. Sunrise came and went and he heard people down below walking across the bare floorboards and creaky hinges as bunks were pushed back up against the wall. A while later the door opened and Aaron came out with a breakfast tin for him.

“Any trouble?” he said.

Ben shook his head, but there was one thing. “What do you make of that?” He pointed behind him. In the distance there was smoke rising into the air. The source of it was hidden by the trees and he couldn’t tell whether it was just around the corner or far in the distance.

Aaron stared at it for a long time.

He had been able to see the smoke since first light. That was an hour ago. If it was far away then it was growing, maybe consuming a whole town.

“Someone’s following us,” said Aaron eventually.

Ben nodded, he’d come to the same conclusion. “What should we do?”

Aaron continued to stare at the white smoke billowing up above the tree line. “Guess it depends who it is.” He looked for a few moments longer, as if he would be able to tell something from the smoke itself. “Wait here a minute.”

He went back inside and Ben poured the contents of the tin into his mouth (beans and sausages, well past its use by date but still good). Shortly Aaron returned with Daniel. Ben, Aaron and Daniel stared at the smoke.

“Might be trouble,” said Daniel without looking away. “I’ll keep an eye on it.”

Aaron grabbed Ben’s arm. “Come on.”

He still had another hour left before Sandra was due to relieve him but he didn’t argue with Aaron. He followed him inside. The boat was dark compared to the bright morning light and it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust but by the time he had followed Aaron across the room to where the others were standing he could see again.

“What is it?” said Sandra. Ben noticed that Kris was clinging to her side.

“We don’t know yet,” said Aaron. “But we need to be ready. Sol?”

The boy threw a bag across the room to Aaron, something inside it clunked. He put the bag down on the floor and unzipped it. He took out hand guns and handed one to each of them. He hesitated when he got to Kris. “Have you ever used one of these?” he said.

She shook her head.

For a moment Ben thought Aaron was going to refuse to give it to her, instead he stood up next to her. “See this,” he pointed at the safety catch.

Kris nodded.

“Leave it on until you need to shoot. When you want to shoot flick it back like this, aim at what you want to kill and then pull the trigger. Got it?”

She nodded.

“Good girl,” he said and flicked the safety on before handing her the gun. She clutched it to her chest like a child with a teddy. “Alright,” he said, taking a gun out of the bag and checking it over. “Wait here and don’t do anything stupid.”

Ben looked at Anthony and Sol, they seemed quite relaxed about the situation.

He didn’t think he’d seen a gun in five years. They were all supposed to be locked up in the Village Hall, the weapons on his boat were a gift from his father and a secret. Time seemed to stand still. No one spoke or even moved. The engine continued to chug away until all of a sudden it cut out and all he could hear was the water breaking against the hull as the boat continued to drift along the river.

He held his breath as he heard another engine and the windows on the starboard side of the boat darkened as another vessel pulled up alongside them. Then the other engine cut out.

Indistinct voices came through the wooden walls. He tried to detect malice or threat but couldn’t. Even so he realised he was gripping the handle of his gun too tightly.

The others stood still, looking at the door at the other end of the cabin. Then everything seemed to go quiet. The voices stopped. He braced himself for the sound of gunfire.

Across the room Sol moved towards the window. He was silent, almost eerily so. Ben wanted to warn him not to move but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

The boy leaned over the sink and looked up. The boat beside them was a big one. Painted deep brown and glossy it towered over their little vessel.

Above he heard footsteps and he flicked the safety off his gun. He looked up and followed the steps over his head.

On the other side of the room Sandra had her arm around Kris who appeared to be shaking. Anthony was looking out of the front windows.

He never knew who fired first. No one owned up to it. What he did know was that someone had climbed onto the front of the boat. Two figures dressed in dark clothes holding heavy looking machine guns. The windows were broken by gunfire and therein lay his only clue as to who started the fire fight: when it was all over they found no glass on the inside of the boat.

A bullet tore through the air close to his head. He heard it go through the wooden wall behind him. Somebody screamed, he thought later that it was probably Kris. One of the dark figures on the back of the boat flew backwards, a trail of blood exploding out of his chest like a boats wake. He seemed to hang in the air for an age and when he hit the water he seemed to float there for a moment before sinking like a rock beneath the surface.

Time froze.

He could hear the air pulsing inside his ears as he stood alert for movement. He swallowed sticky saliva and almost choked. Killing a human was not the same as killing a vamp, he knew that. He had never done it before and he wasn’t sure he would be able to, even now.

Gunfire tore through the air. He watched Anthony dive to the floor and thought for a moment he had been hit. Then he started to crawl towards him.

“Get down,” he shouted but Ben could only see his mouth move over the sound of guns firing and wood exploding. The air was filled with smoke and splinters and the sound of rapid fire machine guns.

He threw himself on the floor next to Anthony just in time. The door at the end of the boat exploded open and the sheet of metal flew across the room and shattered another window.

Two men came through the smoke firing their machine guns indiscriminately around the boat. There was more screaming, blood joined the smoke and sawdust in the air and someone fell down but Ben couldn’t see who it was.

Anthony fired and Ben found that he could shoot at a human. He aimed at the figures approaching and squeezed off two quick shots. The gun recoiled like an angry dog in his hands. The first shot went wide and hit his target in the shoulder. The second found its mark and the head shot dropped him.

He shook as if he was the one who had been shot. Beside him Anthony fired and took out the other man. Two more followed and they fell as well.

Ben tried to get up. A sudden and overwhelming need to get away had come over him. He needed to be somewhere else. A hand on his back kept him down and he turned to see Anthony scowling at him. He wanted to punch Anthony but he couldn’t move.

“Keep your fucking head,” he shouted and Ben heard that loud and clear. They weren’t safe yet.

Another figure appeared at the door but they didn’t come in. He threw something down the stairs. It hit the floor and rolled to the middle of the boat.

Anthony looked over the chair that they were hiding behind to see what it was. “Oh fuck!” he said.

Ben was hauled to his feet. He didn’t understand what was happening but gladly deferred to Anthony. They ran towards the front of the boat and other people were running too.

Seconds passed like minutes. All of a sudden the air was gone and Ben felt his feet leave the floor. He flew through the air without grace or control and all of a sudden the river, rather than the boat, was below him.

Up and up he went. He could feel heat like a fire behind him and thought that he was being cooked alive.

Then he started to fall and time snapped back at double-speed. The water coming towards him too quickly, he put his hands up to shield his face.

The oily green river engulfed him and turned black. He sunk towards the bottom and couldn’t slow his momentum. He forced his eyes to open but could see nothing through the murk. He hit the ground with a thump that shook his skull and surprised him so that he opened his mouth to cry out and swallowed water.

A hand waved around in front of him. He didn’t care whose it was. He grabbed hold of it and felt himself dragged along the river, slowly upwards and away.

Heavy objects landed all around him, imbedding themselves in the bottom of the river and very nearly taking off his head. He stayed below the surface, even when his lungs began to burn and he wanted nothing more than to swim up for air.

When he broke the surface the noise hit him like a second explosion. People were shouting, guns were being fired, someone was crying. He looked up and saw Anthony ahead, scrambling up the mud slick bank. He collapsed on the grass and Ben followed him.

“Anthony!” he shouted but he could barely hear his own voice above all the noise. He grabbed his shoulder but Anthony didn’t move.

He looked around. Kris was crying but managing to lead Sol out of the river. He was clutching his blood soaked shoulder, his face caught in a grimace. Ben couldn’t see Aaron or Daniel but gunfire still came from both sides of the fight.

Ben ran down to the bank and gave his hand to pull Kris and Sol out of the water. He pulled them along the bank and Sol collapsed on the floor next to Anthony. Ben felt a ridiculous sense of guilt that he hadn’t been shot. It was the only thing he could later blame for what he did next.

Wired with adrenalin that allowed him to ignore the aches and pains, he didn’t feel like he could just stand there doing nothing. Kris had started to cry again and at first he thought it was just shock. He tried to comfort her, put an arm around her and told her everything would be alright.

She pushed him away. “She’s dead,” she said and he didn’t need to ask who she meant.

He looked back at the two boats. An undamaged hulk towered over the remains of their little narrow boat. Men in dark clothes stood on the deck firing their guns, the return fire came from behind the trees on the opposite bank.

Ben made his decision. “Wait with them,” he said.

Kris looked at him blankly but he decided she wasn’t going anywhere. He would have taken her gun but he didn’t want to leave her unarmed. After a final look over them he started to run back towards the boats, ignoring the pain in his ankles.

He could almost feel the adrenalin coursing through his veins and a part of him was aware that he would pay for it later. But that didn’t seem to matter now. This was exciting, thrilling even. He gripped the gun tightly and came to rest just short of the hulk on the opposite side of the river to Aaron and Daniel.

He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He tried to forget that he was shooting at humans rather than vamps. What they wanted didn’t matter: they were trying to kill him and his people and that was enough.

When he opened his eyes he extended his arm and aimed at the boat. He could see three figures standing on top, facing away from him towards where Aaron and Daniel stood. Ben aimed for the head and waited. His heart continued to hammer in his chest and he squeezed the trigger.

The man crumbled and suddenly there were more people on the roof of the hulk and some of them started firing in his direction. Bullets scorched the ground a few feet in front of him and he rolled calmly behind a convenient tree. Pieces of bark flew off but he was safe for now.

When he had calmed down enough to believe that he could shoot accurately he looked around the far side of the tree, aimed his gun and fired off six quick shots. Two more people fell down. Across the other side of the river Aaron and Daniel were moving towards the boat but he stayed where he was; they could take cover behind broken pieces of their own ship but if he stepped away from the tree there was nothing for him to hide behind.

An engine started. It crunched and grated. Ben risked looking out from behind the tree and saw the hulk had started to move. It turned in the water, grinding the debris of their long boat beneath it. He wondered how many people were left aboard. He saw Aaron fire off a couple of final shots as the vessel retreated but, if they hit, they had little effect.

He watched with relief as the hulk disappeared around the corner and the adrenalin that had kept him upright so far started to leave his system. Suddenly he was aware of his left ankle that felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, of his back which felt burned to a crisp and of his arm which burned with a fiery anger. When he turned and looked at the places where it hurt he saw that his shirt had been torn away and a piece of his skin was missing. It was just a flesh wound but he had been shot.

“You alright?” said Daniel as he emerged from the water. Aaron was further downstream, going to make sure his brother and Sol were okay.

He nodded. “I’ll live.”

“Come on then.”

He followed Daniel back to the others. Anthony and Scott were sitting up now, using pieces of cloth to dress their wounds. Kris stood a few feet away, looking back at the wreckage. No one needed to ask what had happened.

“We need to get these two some proper help,” said Aaron.

Ben nodded, he was exhausted and he didn’t know how far any of them could walk but if they could find somewhere safe to spend the night they might make it back to Sanctuary by the middle of tomorrow. He helped Sol to stand. He had been shot through the shoulder and a couple of bullets had skimmed his legs. Anthony was supported by Aaron and Daniel.

He started to walk back towards home, exhausted and disappointed but also, somewhat, relieved.

“Where are you going?” said Daniel.

He stopped. With an effort he turned around and saw that they were all ready to go but facing in the wrong direction. “Sanctuary is this way,” he said.

“I know,” said Daniel. “We can’t go to Sanctuary.”

There was no more than five metres separating him from the others but with Sol hanging from his shoulder and crushing his lungs, he felt as if he needed to shout. “Why not? What else can we do?”

“Who do you think just tried to kill us?” said Daniel.

He understood what Daniel was saying but it wouldn’t sink in. He shook his head. There was no way that had happened. He shook his head.

Daniel shrugged. “Go back if you want, see what kind of welcome you get.”

“Where are you going?” he said.

“We’ll find somewhere. Are you with us?”

He looked back along the river towards where he knew the village to be. It seemed like a long way to go by himself and what if Daniel was right? He remembered Aaron saying that he didn’t trust Nicholas and he wondered if he had reason for that.

Ben hesitated but in the end he decided to go with the others. If it turned out Daniel was wrong they could always turn back tomorrow. So they walked on, the six of them. One less than they started the journey with, two badly injured and one emotionally crippled. They walked on into a world he didn’t know.

8

Away from the river Ben felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t anything he could properly define, a general sense of unease that came from being too far away from the water.

They walked for most of the day, taking short but frequent breaks for the injured and those carrying them. Nobody felt much like talking, it seemed.

They trudged through mile after mile of anonymous fields. Daniel led the way and insisted that, once, there had been a path here that would lead them where they wanted to go.

Where Ben wanted to go was Sanctuary, back to Mary and the twins, but he tried not to think about that. He tried not to think about the hulk being sent by his own people; it was much easier to believe they had been pirates. The trouble was that, as far as he could see, the only reason not to think about them being from Sanctuary was that a part of him knew there was a very good chance they had been. Which also meant that the three men he had killed were most likely people he had seen before, possibly even people he knew well.

Fog settled over the fields as they walked and Ben found that without being able to feel the current of the river he could not tell that he was walking in a straight line. Sol was getting heavy on his shoulder, he had fallen into a fitful sleep and woke with a start every few minutes. The trees in the distance had disappeared behind a white screen. He could just about see the others ahead.

“We need to rest,” he called ahead. He was worried that Sol was slipping away. They had been walking for hours and he knew that if they had gone in the other direction they would be just as in the middle of nowhere as they were now, but they would be closer to home. Someone could have gone on ahead to get help.

They stopped where they were. The ground beneath them was hard and brittle. It snapped and cracked as they settled down. The fog acted as a kind of wall around them, they couldn’t see out and, hopefully, no one could see in. The only way he could tell it was still daylight was that the fog seemed to glow. He wondered if vamps could come out in the fog but decided he would rather not know.

Aaron helped him lay Sol on his back. His face was pale and ghostly. He moaned gently as he rocked from side to side. Ben watched Aaron and Daniel share a loaded glance and he knew it wasn’t good news for the boy.

“It doesn’t look good, does it?” he whispered, standing up next to Aaron.

Aaron shook his head. “He’s not going to make it.”

It felt as if there was something not being said, something important, but Ben couldn’t tell what. If he wasn’t there, he thought, the two other men would discuss it openly. It was because they didn’t trust him yet.

“We need to get to the village before dark,” said Aaron.

“He’s slowing us down,” said Daniel.

Then Ben knew what they weren’t saying. The boy was dead weight, or as good as. He wasn’t going to make it so why were they putting themselves at risk so that he could die somewhere other than this field.

“How’s Anthony?” said Ben, wondering if Aaron would feel he same if it was his brother in Sol’s position.

“He’s walking by himself,” he said.

Ben glanced back; Anthony was sitting on the floor beside Kris, who was just staring into the fog as if it held the answer to her problems. He did look better, he had some colour in his cheeks and didn’t appear to be in too much pain.

He looked at the faces of the other two men. They were settled on this, they weren’t asking his permission. He had never been under the illusion that he was in charge of this operation but he hadn’t thought there was such a strict hierarchy that they wouldn’t even discuss a thing like this.

Ben looked back at the boy. He didn’t deserve to die like this but then none of them did and if they took him with them then that was what would probably happen. He could have tried to talk Daniel and Aaron out of it, they almost seemed to want him to, but he wasn’t altogether sure that he wanted to.

“I’ll take Kris somewhere away,” he said.

At least they weren’t planning to leave him there in pain. A bullet through the temple and he would be dead instantly. In some ways maybe it was mercy, he wouldn’t be suffering anymore and the vamps wouldn’t get him.

He walked over to Kris who was still staring vacantly into the mist. She looked like a different person now, removed from her lover she was just a little girl again, not much older than Sol had been. He was not so innocent as to believe they would all survive the rest of the journey but he made a promise to himself that he would do everything he could to make sure Kris got home safely.

He led her into the mist, turning at intervals until the others were completely invisible. She did not ask where he was taking her but followed with blind faith. Perhaps a part of her knew what was happening.

There was no way to shield her from the sound. It exploded around the field and afterwards he heard birds squawking as they flapped their wings and rose into the air.

He waited a few minutes before leading her back to the others. They were waiting for them, ready to go. Sol was nowhere to be seen but he could see where the dry grass had been hastily cleaned. Kris accepted Sol’s absence as she had accepted everything else that had happened since Sandra’s death, as if she hadn’t even noticed it.

They set off again and moved much more quickly without Sol slowing them down. As he thought it Ben felt a stab of guilt but it was for the best; the sun was rapidly losing strength and according to Daniel they were still several hours away from their destination. They might not make it before dark as it was, if they still had Sol with them they wouldn’t stand a chance.

They stopped just once more before reaching their destination. At the edge of the field there was a copse where they found berries growing. It wasn’t much and what was there was half-rotten but none of them had eaten since the early hours of the morning and their food stores had gone down with the boat. They ate while they filled their pockets and there was a moment of strange normality about it. They left with their stomachs groaning but they were happy and ready for what lay ahead.

9

The cobbled lane had been invaded on each side by long green weeds that climbed through the gates and fences. Between the stones yellow dandelions bunched together, impossibly growing through ancient mortar. It was dark but the moon offered enough light for them to see by. Beyond the overgrown gardens there were crumbling houses that had been old before the vamps came. Little cottages with faded wooden shutters, it wasn’t even possible to guess what colour they had been. Some of them didn’t look any bigger than the long boats.

Ben walked at the back of the group behind Kris. Now that Sandra had gone the others didn’t seem to care what happened to her but he remembered his promise. They walked along the narrow path towards wherever Daniel was leading them. The cold night air had a bite to it and he hoped that wherever they were going it would be inside.

A church stood at the end of the lane in what once would have been a clearing. Now the land had begun to reclaim the space and soon it would succeed in doing so. They walked towards the church. It was mostly intact save for a few broken windows. A heavy door barred their way.

“Is it safe?” said Aaron.

“Safer than out here,” said Daniel in his gruff way. They were all tired and in pain, two of them still needed medical help and they were a long way from home. Aaron stared at Daniel until he relented. “Alright, I’ll go and have a look. You’ll not be any safer out here though.”

“Thank you,” said Aaron.

Daniel pushed open the door. It creaked loudly in the otherwise silent village. He looked back at them briefly and then slipped into the darkness. Once, before vamps had existed, people had believed they were scared of churches or crosses. A stupid idea really but he shuddered to think how many people had probably died putting it to the test.

They waited for Daniel to return. A long time seemed to pass. Somewhere an owl hooted and a twig snapped, it might have been a vamp but it was more likely to be a fox or some other animal grown brave since humans had left the village. Animals had done well out of the situation; the vamps had no interest in them and there weren’t enough humans to be a threat. Even so Ben reached for his gun. The sudden movement jarred his shoulder and reminded him that he was still in pain.

He felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Aaron looking at him. “It’s okay,” he whispered. He was holding his own gun. Ben nodded but hoped Aaron wouldn’t wander off to investigate the noise.

Aaron stayed where he was and before too much longer the church door opened again and Daniel came out. “It’s all clear,” he said and held the door open for them to enter one by one. Aaron brought up the rear and Ben thought he heard him say something to Daniel as he closed the door behind them.

Inside the chapel it was cold and dark. The grey stones seemed to retain the cold and project it inwards. Ben followed Anthony limping to the front where they found candles and matches to light them. Aaron and Daniel appeared at the other end, delayed by whatever secret conference they had been having.

Ben sat down on a hard, cold bench near Kris. He suddenly felt exhausted and the pain in his ankle and arm flared up again promising him that rest would not be as simple as closing his eyes and drifting off. Aaron came and sat next to him so he didn’t even get the chance to try.

“How you holding up?”

He tried to shrug but his shoulder had started to stiffen and it came out more like a grimace.

“Let’s take a look,” said Aaron, pealing back the remains of his shirt. “A flesh wound,” he said. “You should be fine.”

Ben nodded. He wasn’t really listening. Whether Aaron thought he was going to be fine or not didn’t matter. What were they going to do if he wasn’t; shoot him. “What’s going on here?” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“This place, you knew it was here, didn’t you? Have you been here before?”

Aaron shook his head and Ben thought he was telling the truth.

“Daniel then?”

Aaron said nothing.

“He has, hasn’t he?”

“Not for a long time. Not since before.”

’Before’, it didn’t need an explanation, everyone’s before was the same now: before the vamps, before the end of the world. Except Ben didn’t really think of it like that, he was younger, maybe that was it, but to him it seemed more like the start of the world.

“So you knew we were going to be attacked?”

“Not like that. Normally they just try to talk us into going back with them, we refuse and they leave us to it.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Not exactly. A few trial runs as far as Reading, nothing very exciting.”

That made sense, really it would have been foolish to begin an expedition of this scale without testing the water. Which was of course what he had done. And he would find himself permanently on the back foot because of it.

A gust of cold wind passed them and he shivered despite himself. “Are you sure this place is safe?”

“As safe as you can get on dry land.” He stood up and looked about to clap Ben on the shoulder but, perhaps remembering his injury, thought better of it. “Try to get some rest,” he said. “We need to make an early start tomorrow.”

He nodded. “What’s the plan?”

But Aaron just smiled and then walked away.

He spent the night on the floor. At first he tried to sleep on the pew but found it too narrow. He kept dreaming of falling. The floor was colder but at least he could spread out how he wanted.

That night he woke only once, to the sound of sobbing coming from the far side of the room. At first he thought it had to be Kris but when he opened his eyes he saw her asleep on the floor nearby. When he looked up he saw Daniel at the foot of the steps beneath the stage sobbing into his hands.

Ben closed his eyes and tried to forget that he’d seen it but the image wouldn’t leave him. He dreamed of a crying mountain, the tears running down its slopes and washing the world away.

The next morning they were up and ready to go before it was light. Even though there had been no sign of vamp activity during the night they agreed that it would be better to wait until after sunrise.

Ben was hungry. His body ached and he wanted nothing more than a comfortable bed and a cuddle with Mary. But he was aware that they were still at the beginning of their journey and they were off to a bad start. What had started as a two week round trip had become something much longer. They would be lucky if they made it back inside of a month and, when they got back, there was nothing to guarantee they would be welcome.

They passed through the rest of the village in silence. The early morning sun did not improve its appearance but Daniel didn’t seem to mind. He walked ahead of them with a wistful look in his eye and Ben began to suspect that he knew why he had been crying.

He led them through the heart of the village, a market place now overgrown, wooden stalls rotted beneath the weeds and made it look like land choral. Bees and other insect buzzed around, darting from flower to flower. It looked as if the bee population was another that had improved without human interference.

The village sloped gently down hill and Daniel appeared to be in no rush. Aaron sighed from time to time but was, on the whole, patient. It took until lunch time for them to reach the river. There were boats there but most of them had been destroyed, either due to lack of maintenance or sabotage. There was one, shining example, however that stood alone in the middle of the river.

It was bigger than even the hulk had been. A fresh coat of white paint had been applied to the hull and in shined brightly in the mid-day sun. It was beautiful. Certainly better than the long boat they had been in that was destroyed. Had this always been the plan, he wondered.

They followed the path down to the river and then he could see that there were people on the boat already. Three men of a similar age to him, checking ropes and cables. Daniel and Aaron approached the vessel while Ben stayed back with Anthony and Kris. He was impressed but confused.

There were rumoured to be other communities in the area but, as far as he was aware, that was all they were; rumours. He had seen no sign of them in any of his wanderings. Yet here were three men he had never met aboard a boat that he was sure he would have remembered and Daniel and Aaron seemed to know them.

They waved at each other and Daniel accepted a hand up and onto the ship. He stood on the roof and spoke to the man who had helped him over while the other two men carried on about their work. While this was going on Aaron wandered back up the hill to them.

“We should make good progress in this,” he said.

Ben nodded but kept his eyes on Daniel and the men.

A few minutes later Daniel turned and waved them aboard. Aaron led with Ben bringing up the rear. They had to help Anthony up, his shoulder was too weak to support him, and Kris showed little interest in the fact they were boarding another boat. Introductions were made; the captain was a little man called Joel Thresher, the two boys were his sons Martin and Alexander. Mrs Thresher was a portly woman called Samantha who wouldn’t let anyone else near her kitchen, not even to make tea.

The boat was called The Robinson Crusoe and, as they settled in, Joel explained how they had spent the last twenty years travelling up and down the river. They knew all about Sanctuary, of course, but had no interest in settling anywhere at the moment.

An hour after boarding they were washed and dressed in clean clothes. Martin and Alexander untied the ropes and the engine thrummed into life. They were off again and this time, Ben thought, infinitely more prepared.

The Threshers knew all about the dam. They had, in fact, discovered it independently of Aaron and Anthony as it blocked the course they had taken in previous years without trouble.

They hadn’t known, or assumed, it was the work of vamps, however. It seemed most likely to be down to the village down river. Although why they would want to dry out their stretch of the river was a mystery but Joel had been determined to find out and took his family to do so.

As luck had it Aaron and Anthony had been on their way to the dam to show it to Daniel and the two groups met mid-way between the two points. Initial caution soon gave way to friendly conversation and eventually, as they worked out who must have built it.

The Threshers had been moored in the little village for more than six months which was longer than any of them cared to be tied to a single location. So they were happy to be on their way again. Ben, for his part was cautiously optimistic that they would be little more than two weeks aboard the smart boat.

Mrs Thresher cleaned and treated their wounds and forbade them from taking shifts at the tiller for at least three days. Under her watchful eye Ben had little to do during the long days except sleep and walk up and down the boat. In fact for the rest of the first day all he did was sit, drinking strong tea and watching his shattered ankle swell to twice its normal size.

On the second day he managed to sneak away from Mrs Thresher and go up on deck where he found Aaron and Joel talking at the tiller. He had something on his mind that he wanted to ask them about.

“Have you got a minute,” he said as he walked towards them.

Joel turned towards him and then back to Aaron. “I need to check on the boys,” he said and then shuffled away with the careless movements of someone who has spent most of their life on a boat.

Ben smiled at him as he passed and then hobbled over to Aaron.

“What’s on your mind?” he said.

He had been thinking about it for the last twenty-four hours but out in the fresh air with the countryside rushing past he couldn’t work out how to begin. So he said something else entirely. “What’s Dan’s story?”

“How do you mean?”

Ben shrugged. “I saw him crying in the church.”

Aaron nodded and rubbed a hand over the brown and grey stubble growing on his chin. “He used to live in the village. He was the vicar.”

Ben thought about the way Daniel had handled a gun, about how comfortable he had been killing people.

“Don’t look so surprised,” said Aaron. “None of us are who we used to be.”

He supposed that was right. It was just different for him; he hadn’t had a life before so he had nothing to compare himself to. For the first time he wondered what he would have become if the world hadn’t ended. What would he be doing now if he didn’t have to help save the village from vamps?

“We’re not just getting weapons to fight the vamps, are we?” he said.

Aaron studied him and shook his head.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“When I trusted you enough.”

It seemed strange that he had been taken this far if he wasn’t trusted. “You don’t trust me?”

Aaron shrugged. “The General’s your brother in-law. You still trust him?”

Ben considered his answer carefully. He had trusted Nicholas, never particularly liked him, admittedly, but he’d always thought he had the best interest of Sanctuary at heart. But he hadn’t wanted to do anything about the dam and he’d probably tried to kill them for doing it anyway. He shook his head, “not anymore.”

Aaron smiled, apparently it was the right answer. “You don’t know the half of what he’s done,” he said cryptically.

“Like what?” he said.

“You know he rigged the election?”

“How could he?”

Aaron shrugged. “His people counted the votes didn’t they?”

Honestly Ben had no idea. He wasn’t the least bit interested in politics. He hadn’t even voted. “So you’re going to overthrow him?

“A coup-de-tat,” said Aaron.

“Which you need weapons for.”

Aaron nodded.

“So what happens then? You take over as General?”

“Me? No way, I’m not a leader. We hold a proper election, let the people decide. We don’t want to force anyone to do anything they aren’t comfortable with; we just want proper democracy,” he said.

It sounded reasonable to Ben. His ankle was starting to hurt and the mist was returning, falling low over the river and blocking his view of the countryside they passed through.

“What do you think?” said Aaron.

Ben realised this was it, he wondered what would happen if he gave an answer Aaron didn’t like. Would he be thrown overboard? Left somewhere remote with no way of getting home and warning Nicholas. He realised he wouldn’t have to find out. He nodded, “I’m with you.” And that was the last time they discussed the matter.

Ben went back inside to rest his ankle. He found Mrs Thresher waiting with hot tea and a stern look on her face.

“I told you to stay off that leg,” she said.

“Sorry Mrs Thresher,” he said.

“And for god sake call me Sam, okay?”

He nodded and she handed him the cup of tea. He sat down in the chair and she helped him put his foot up on the stool.

“Do you want anything to eat?” she said.

He didn’t, he was suddenly very tired. He had all the answers he needed now and he wanted to think about what they meant. “No thank you,” he said and he closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he woke up hours later there was a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of him and a sandwich.

10

The days passed quickly aboard The Robinson Crusoe. Ben hardly saw the others as they moved like ghosts between his dreams. They all had work to do and shifts to take on the tiller except him and Anthony who was confined to his bed in a different room. Even Kris pitched in: the younger Thresher, Martin, took her under his wing and set about teaching her everything he knew about boats. She took to it gladly, Ben suspected she was glad to have something to take her mind off Sandra.

He dwelled on what Aaron had revealed to him, about Nicholas and the corruption of Sanctuary. There were vamps building a dam that would remove their watery safety. It seemed as if everything had changed now and he didn’t know if he could go back to living that life.

Through the days he watched Joel and Sam working with practiced ease to keep the boat running. He saw them as him and Mary and the boys as his boys. They could do it, he thought, for a few years at least. It would be good for Adam and Zack to experience something beyond Sanctuary. He could teach them to hunt and how to run a boat.

He spent many happy hours day dreaming about a new life on the river with only a nagging question about whether Mary would want to do it. Eventually, however, Mrs Thresher decided that his ankle was healed enough for him to be put to work and he had to adjust to living in the present again.

He clambered onto the deck to find Daniel, Aaron and Joel waiting for him. It was a dull morning, clouds hung low and threatened rain. There were buildings on either side of the canal, windows intact but covered in blue and red graffiti which Ben couldn’t translate.

“What’s going on?” he said, because it seemed like they were waiting for him to say something. The boat was drifting slowly with the current and he realised that the engine had been switched off.

“Food and fuel run,” said Joel.

Ben’s ankle gave a dull twinge at the very mention of the word ‘run’. The swelling had gone down but it still hurt if he stood up for too long. He didn’t say anything but nodded.

“The Thresher’s have been coming here for years,” said Aaron. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any trouble.”

“Who’s worried?” said Ben with a bravado that he didn’t feel. The promise of there being no trouble did not fill him with confidence.

The boat stopped in the middle of the canal beneath a bridge which had once been painted black but was now a rusted brown. Mrs Thresher and Kris came on deck to wish them luck because Sam was a traditional woman and would under no circumstances allow Kris to go with them. Ben was pleased to see Kris looking healthier, she had colour in her cheeks and her eyes no longer seemed so vacant.

The two younger Threshers, with guns strapped to their backs, climbed up onto the bridge. They scanned the area and reported back that it was all clear.

Anthony, who was improving quickly now, had not received permission from Mrs Thresher, to leave his sick bed. He was the only one missing.

Joel turned to the three of them. He had a determined look in his eyes and Ben knew that he was serious now. “You follow me,” he said. “You do as I say when I say it. Understood?”

They all agreed that they understood.

“I aim to come back to my family in one piece so if you get some foolish notion into your head keep it there until you’re not a part of my team.”

No one said anything but Ben wondered what sort of foolish notion he was talking about. They were going for food and fuel and sure, it would be dangerous, what wasn’t when you had monsters in the world, but they all knew that. He looked out at the place, a nondescript town, buildings that looked fifty years old and could have been houses or offices. The plants were overgrown but it could have been anywhere on the river.

The time for speculation ended. Joel climbed down the side of the boat and onto dry land. The others followed.

“Follow me,” whispered Joel, “and keep your mouths shut.”

They did as they were told. The ground was cracked and plants had begun to erupt from it. In places he could see thick blobs of white paint. In silence they followed Joel and stopped beside a car.

Joel ducked down and they did the same. The rusted metal was cool. It felt dead to Ben. He had been in a car before but not for more than twenty years and then only rarely. They had lived in London and his parents hadn’t thought there was any need for a car. Occasionally he had gone somewhere with his friends’s parents but mostly the only time he got to go in a car was the two or three times a year his parents hired one to go and visit grandparents.

Joel opened the drivers side door and got in. A moment later the engine was running. Daniel got in the front passenger seat, Aaron got in behind him leaving Ben behind the driver. They closed their doors and then they were moving.

It was warm in the car and the air was stuffy. Once they were on the road Joel opened his window and the others did the same.

“The roads aren’t good,” said Joel, “but it’s still quicker than walking.”

It was as well. Ben sat staring out the window as the world flashed by impossibly quickly. It was bumpy and he felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably.

Office buildings gave way to shops gave way to residential flats gave way to houses and then shops again. They were not alone. People were everywhere.

Joel turned off the engine and they drifted to a stop at the curb. Ben was vaguely aware that you weren’t supposed to drive like that but he was too occupied by the people to give it much thought.

There was a clunk and when Scott tried to open the door it wouldn’t. “Don’t talk to them,” said Joel, “and don’t get too close.”

“Are they dangerous?” said Ben.

“Not if you do what I tell you,” said Joel.

Ben nodded, there was another clunk and he found that he could open his door.

The air was warm and moist. There was no breeze. Outside of the car he could hear a low pitched moaning that seemed to come from the direction of the people. He watched them while he waited for the others to get out of the car and join him.

Their faces were green beneath the pale surface, their skin pulled so tightly it looked as if it might snap. Their limbs were warped and twisted at odd angles that surely meant broken arms. Some of them had festering wounds that had turned black. Tiny black flies buzzed around them.

“What’s wrong with them?” he said, to himself as much as to anyone else.

“Come on,” said Joel and led them away down the pavement.

Ben took a final look back. One of them had fallen over and at first he thought the others were helping him up but they weren’t. Black blood squirted lazily up at them as they tore into the flesh of the one who could no longer stand. Ben felt bile rise in his throat as he realised they were eating him.

“Ben!” said Aaron sharply and he turned away from the gruesome scene. The others were a few metres ahead of him and he jogged to catch up.

Ahead there was a petrol station. There were cars around it but they appeared to have crashed there rather than parked. Joel led them towards it.

They stopped around the corner and Joel held a finger to his mouth. Ben waited and watched. The shop was dark and he could detect no movement inside, the cars didn’t move. He could hear insects. It started to rain.

“Lets go,” said Joel and one by one they followed him across the road to the garage.

Red plastic petrol cans were piled up across the forecourt. Joel grabbed one and threw it to Aaron.

“Diesel,” he said.

Aaron nodded and went to the nearest pump.

Joel threw the next can at Ben, “Petrol, unleaded,” he said.

Ben nodded and set to work but he kept an eye on Joel and Daniel. They walked away together and at first he thought they were going into the little shop but they walked past it. They were supposed to be getting food but the Thresher’s had been coming here for years and had probably long exhausted the little stores supplies.

A few minutes passed, he filled up the first bottle and was working on the second. A shadow passed across his vision and he looked up thinking it was Aaron come to give him a hand or Joel and Daniel back from wherever they had been. But it wasn’t. It was one of the people. A woman.

Close up she looked, on the verge of death sick. Her skin was coming off her cheeks in clumps, revealing a black and green infection beneath. Her eyes bulged from her sockets, the pupils large and vacant. When she opened her mouth he saw rotten teeth stumps. Remembering what he had seen happen to the man who had fallen down he stepped back and almost suffered a similar fate when he stumbled over an empty petrol bottle.

He held up his hands. He didn’t want her to get to close, the idea of her diseased hands touching him brought the bile back up his throat.

Ben waited for her to do something but she just looked at him with those big vacant eyes. He wasn’t even sure if she could really see him. Then she opened her mouth and a big purple tongue fell out and rested on her chin spilling blood red drool down her already ruined top.

He took another step back and wondered where Aaron was, shouldn’t he have come over and offered to help him. Or was he in a similar position. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed. Ben didn’t know if he should be scared or not. He took another step back.

This was stupid, he realised, there was nothing to be scared of. She was a sick, and probably weak, woman. She could’t hurt him, she probably just wanted him to help her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands in the air as if she was pointing a gun at him. “I can’t do anything for you.”

She growled. A low sound that started in her throat and came out of her mouth as a sticky wet moan. Then she lunged towards him, wobbling like she was drunk but with her mouth open baring her fractured blackened tooth stumps. She put out her arms as if to grab him and he took another step back. He hit something soft and wet that gave like a patch of damp grass.

He tried to push himself away but fat hands wrapped themselves around his arms and held him tight.

“Let go,” he said through gritted teeth and tried to force his way free but whatever had hold of him didn’t budge.

Now the woman was on top of him, her mouth open wide so that he could see her black insides and smell her rancid breath. Her hair hung in clumps from her head between red bald patches that seeped and oozed white puss. She lowered her head towards him and he tried to kick her away but missed.

They didn’t move quickly but they didn’t need speed. She came towards him slowly and purposefully, a wild hunger in her otherwise vacant eyes. The hand behind him held as tightly as stone. Ben realised that he was in serious trouble.

He kicked at the woman again and this time struck her knee. It buckled out backwards and must have been agonising. She limped a little after that but otherwise didn’t seem to notice.

Ben looked around but couldn’t see Aaron. It was a dangerous world and there was no shame in calling for help. “Aaron,” he shouted at the top of his voice.

“Bit busy at them moment Ben,” came the reply from somewhere to his left.

Ben managed to crane his neck around and see that Aaron was in a similar situation to him. If the person holding him down was as big as the one holding Aaron then there wasn’t a lot he was going to be able to do. He was as big as a house.

He struggled some more but the mountain behind him didn’t budge. He kicked at the grotesque woman to keep her away but she kept coming and he was running out of strength, energy and will. He glanced over at Aaron and he didn’t seem to be having any better luck.

If he could just get to his gun, he thought, he could shoot her and as big as he was the guy behind him would still back off if he had a gun pointed at his head. Not that he could get to his gun. He couldn’t even move his arms.

The woman came at him again preceded by her vile stink and trailing chunks of skin that fell from her every time she moved. Her mouth opened, she lunged forwards and he leveraged the giants grip to pull both his feet into the air and strike her with both feet hard in the chest.

Her skin gave and for a moment he thought his feet were stuck. She staggered back, his feet came free and her head exploded. For a long time he just stood there looking at her.

He turned and saw Joel across the street, rifle in hand. Another explosion of sound followed explosion of head and Ben was pulled to the ground along with the now headless mountain. He still hadn’t released his grip.

Ben managed to pull himself free and stood up in time to see the two attacking Aaron disappear in a cloud of bile, blood and other bodily fluids. He walked over and offered Aaron a hand up.

He was breathless and terrified. He looked around convinced there were more coming. He took out his gun and aimed it wildly at bushes and trees and lamp posts, anything that could be mistaken for a human being.

“Put that down, you bloody idiot,” said Joel crossing the street and shouldering his own gun. ”

“What the fuck!” said Ben, while putting his gun away as instructed.

“Petrol,” said Joel. Ben looked over at Aaron and saw that he was back at the pump, although he looked up scanning the area while he worked. Joel stood guard while Ben and Aaron finished doing their jobs.

“What are they?” said Ben, as he put a full can on the pile. His heart had stopped racing but he was still having trouble processing what had just happened.

Joel shrugged. “Vamps gone wrong I reckon.”

“Gone wrong how?”

“Go out in the day, don’t they. Maybe it turns them mad or something. They don’t just want your blood either, they’ll eat you down to the bone. Good job they aren’t quick. You keep your eyes and ears open and they’re easy enough to avoid.”

It was only when they were walking that Ben realised Daniel was gone. He asked Joel about it and Joel told him he’d gone to get food and would meet them back on the boat. They arrived on foot and found him there with the car, throwing bundles and bags up to Mrs Thresher.

When she saw them coming she stopped, stood up and waved happily at them. Half an hour later they were moving.

11

They made it to London without having to stop again.

Ben spent the long days helping out around the boat, resting his ankle and thinking about what his world was like now. He missed Sanctuary but it didn’t really feel like it was his home anymore; he had seen the ugly underside of the place and even if they went back and armed everyone there they wouldn’t be welcome. Nicholas would need to be dealt with and, even if he had rigged the last election, he still had his supporters.

Then he thought about Mary and about the twins and he started to worry. Nicholas would have worked out by now that he was gone. Previously he wouldn’t have put anything like it past him, but it turned out he didn’t know Nicholas as well as he thought he did.

The days passed and his concern for Mary and the boys grew to the point where he considered abandoning ship, finding some way, any way, he could to get back to Sanctuary and be with them. He knew he was creating most of the drama, that he didn’t know if anything had happened, but once he’d had a thought he found it impossible to shake it. He imagined them imprisoned somewhere, badly treated, or worse yet; dead. It would be made to look like an accident, Nicholas had a public image to preserve, but they would still be dead.

Then he wondered if Cora’s death had really been an accident. What if she had discovered something about her husband and he’d ‘dealt with her’. Anything seemed possible now.

So it was that, by the time they arrived in London, he found it difficult to think about anything else. They were having increasingly frequent meetings about what they were going to do when they got there but he barely took anything in. It was almost a surprise to see the once familiar buildings loom on the horizon.

They arrived at night. The skyline was crowded with giant glass tombstones, dark and lifeless but still standing, despite decades without care. Ben sat on deck with the others taking it all in. He managed to escape from his fears for his family long enough to remember a time when he had been ten years old and fleeing from the city.

It was all such a long time ago now. He could remember shouting and fires and being bundled into a boat with Cora by his mum. It had been his first time on a boat. He remembered hearing the motor start and it seemed that it hadn’t stopped since.

They drank whiskey as they drifted lazily down the river. There were no other boats in sight and the city appeared dead. But it wasn’t. Lurking in the long shadow of night, he knew, there were the creatures of nightmares, vampires. He knocked back a mouthful of whiskey and enjoyed the way it burned his throat and made it easier to forget the longing for his family.

Anthony was back on his feet again, if shakily. Daniel had refused to let him join them the following day. He stood against the side railings with his head tilted up, perhaps remembering his own flight from the capital city. Kris would also be staying aboard, she was standing close to Martin with his arm draped over her shoulder. Mr and Mrs Thresher stood beside one another and the others were scattered around.

It was a beautiful clear night and they got to enjoy it for nearly an hour before the sounds started. Like fighting cats the screeches echoed across the water becoming menacing and unwelcome. They looked uncomfortably at one another.

“I think we’ll call it a night,” said Joel and led Mrs Thresher back inside. The others followed but Ben remained on deck beside Aaron who was on shift at the tiller.

“You ready for this?” said Aaron.

Ben nodded but he wasn’t really sure. They had been over the details of the plan but they swum around in his head and he couldn’t pin them down into any sensible order. “I guess so.”

They stood in silence. The unasked question hung from Ben’s lips. Aaron didn’t seem to notice. He thought again about Mary but pushed the thought away.

“What’s the plan when we get back?” he said.

“To Sanctuary?”

Ben nodded.

Aaron took a long deep breath, paused and then shook his head. “I don’t know Ben, I’m sorry but it’s the truth. I don’t know what Nicholas has told people about where we’ve been. He won’t have been able to keep it quiet.”

“Why not?”

“They tried to kill us. They did kill Sandra and Sol. And he knows that we know it was them. So I guess he’ll tell people we opened fire first, that we lured them into a trap or something, I don’t know. Whatever it is we won’t come out of it as the good guys.”

Ben wondered what Mary would make of it. Would she have faith in him or would she believe whatever the General said? He called it a night shortly after that, took himself inside and lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was confused and he couldn’t shake it.

12

Morning came too soon.

Ben was woken by a thump that seemed to reverberate around the whole boat. He felt it as much as heard it. There was no ignoring it and so he rolled out of his bunk, grabbed his jacket and padded across the cabin to find out what was going on. He could hear people snoring and Kris muttered in her sleep, a part of him hoped it would turn out to have been a dream.

There was a gun on the kitchen counter but repeated warnings from Mrs Thresher had made him reluctant to touch anything in the vicinity of the kitchen. He paused by it and decided that on this occasion he could break the taboo. He checked it was loaded and then made his way up the stairs to the deck.

It was still dark out. Wispy clouds scattered the sky and glowed in the light of the moon. Daniel was at the tiller.

“What’s going on?” he said, closing the door behind him and walking across. Aaron was there too, pulling on a rope that hung over the side.

“We’re mooring up,” said Daniel.

“Already? What time is it?”

“An hour before,” said Daniel. “You got a gun?”

Ben held up the pistol he had picked up in the kitchen.

“Good. You can keep watch with us.”

He nodded and stood at the side to watch the riverside approach. A complicated pier stood above them in the water, its grey metal corroded by the air and water, it had turned brown in most places. The struts that held it up were bowed and sagging. Ben was relieved when they passed it.

The muddy bank reminded him of the Back Field where so much of his life had changed over the last few years. There was a patch of trees beyond it that had grown and reached the water in places. He scanned the area for movement but didn’t see anything. It was hardly surprising, vamps had an innate fear of the water and would usually do anything to avoid getting close to large bodies of it. It was a terrible miracle that they had managed to build a dam.

There was a clearing of about one-hundred metres between the first patch of trees and the second. On the other side of it he could see the tower, grey and ancient, reaching for the sky. Between them they got the boat up close and Daniel killed the engine. Everything became silent.

Further along the river a giant bridge jutted out from the land only to end abruptly a couple of hundred metres later. In the twilight Ben could see the metal sagging and wondered how long it would be before the rest of it crumbled and fell into the river. Everything he could see was decaying and falling apart. In no time at all the old world had become senile and wasted.

Aaron jumped off the side into the shallow water and pulled the rope up the muddy beach to the wall. There were mooring posts and he tied it to that. Once he was back on board they sat in silence and scanned the horizon for signs of movement.

Forty minutes later the sun was rising and Mrs Thresher came out with sandwiches and tea for them all. She didn’t speak to them and Ben thought she tried to avoid looking at them as much as possible. He ate what he could but found that most of his stomach was knotted and uncomfortable. The Tower looked huge, imposing and impossible to imagine. It had to be two-hundred metres across and six towers prodded the sky.

After breakfast they were joined on deck by Joel, Martin and Alexander who were also coming across with them. Mrs Thresher, Kris and Anthony appeared shortly afterwards.

They checked their weapons, such as they were, and found them the best that could be hoped for under the circumstances. The plan was to get to the Waterloo Barracks as quickly as possible so they could get more and better weapons. After that they could more comfortably begin shuttling them back to the Robinson Crusoe.

“There shouldn’t be any trouble,” said Aaron. Perhaps it was the way he said it or the fact that he had said it twenty times in the last hour but Ben found he didn’t quite believe it. He had never gotten the full story of Aaron and Anthony’s miraculous escape from the tower but he suspected they had run when they should have walked. Not that he blamed them for it but he thought it had more than a little to do with why they were now so keen to save Sanctuary.

More tea was provided. They were reluctant to go. Mrs Thresher clung tightly to her husband and Kris never left Martin’s side. Ben had a feeling that she wouldn’t be returning to Sanctuary with them when this was over.

“Fuck this,” said Daniel, slamming down his cup so that it cracked on the roof of the boat. They all turned to look at him. “Lets saddle up and get this show on the road.”

They said their goodbyes and uttered meaningless assurances that they wouldn’t be gone for very long. How could any of them know that? They would be back with the first load of weapons in an hour and expected tea and sandwiches waiting. Once again Aaron assured them that there wouldn’t be any trouble, that the place was probably empty, and then they were gone.

The water was cold. They waded through it to get to the beach. Ben could feel it climbing up his trouser legs as he struggled towards the wall. Aaron took the lead, this was his show now, Daniel was directly behind him with his gun drawn, the Thresher boys hung together and Ben brought up the rear.

All he could hear was the slurping sound of the mud beneath him and the water being pushed aside to let them through. The Tower seemed impossibly far away and the icy cold water made his ankle hurt like a tooth ache. It seemed as if they would never reach the beach but they did. It sloped slightly upwards and before he knew it they were at the wall.

They paused and turned back to look at the boat. It looked like a speck on the water. Three figures stood on the deck watching them. They waved to show that they had made it alright and received waves in return. One of the figures turned away and went back inside, they took this as their cue to move again.

They made their was along the beach to the Queen’s Stairs. Rusted orange, when the tide was up they would be beneath the water. They had not been maintained for more than twenty years and gave way easily when Joel and Daniel put their weight behind them. They climbed in single file, stopping every twenty steps or so to listen but they didn’t hear anything. Ben brought up the rear again and then they made their way along the wall to Traitor’s Gate.

The gate was open. It was through here that Aaron and Anthony had made their escape some twenty years ago and it was easy to believe that no one had passed through it since. The floor was covered with about a foot of green water that seemed to want to drag them down. Then they were at the stairs and climbing into the tower.

13

It smelled rancid. Ben had to hold his breath for long seconds as they passed along echoing stone corridors. He expected to find piles of rotting bodies around every corner but it did not occur to him that after twenty-years even a dead body would stop stinking.

They used hand signals to communicate because, although Aaron had assured them that it was safe, you couldn’t be too careful. There was no sound other than themselves.

None of the doors were locked and they began to relax. It was just as they had hoped it would be. They walked outside and Ben took in great lung full’s of fresh air before they went back inside again, found the nearest door and came out in the courtyard.

There were more buildings, surrounded by the high walls and towers. It was strange, like being inside but outside. A white tower dominated the space and Ben failed to notice that the lawn was short, so short that it had probably been cut in the last week.

Aaron led them on. The Waterloo Barracks stood directly in front of them, a miniature castle where the soldiers had lived during those last eventful days. Ben wondered if there was a room inside that still contained Aaron’s things, left scattered across the floor as he rushed to leave. There would probably be a similar room for Anthony.

“Okay then,” said Aaron, “this is it.”

Ben checked his gun for the hundredth time; it was still loaded, the safety was still off. He looked around and saw the others doing the same. The sun was already bright and he had to squint to see anything clearly. That seemed like a good sign, there wouldn’t be vamps anywhere but underground on a day like this.

They approached the door slowly. To the left of it an old wooden guard box rotted in the heat. Inside the smell was atrocious.

They coughed and tried to cover their mouths. Flies filled the air, buzzing around their faces. It was warm and moist but they forgot all about their discomfort when they heard movement.

A chair or a table, some heavy piece of furniture scraped across the floor. Ben peered into the darkness but couldn’t even make out shapes. He heard five guns being checked and did the same. He held it in front of him and tried to remain calm.

Shapes began to form in the darkness as his eyes adjusted. They were people shapes but that didn’t mean anything now. Then he heard the low moan and he remembered the vamps gone wrong. They moved slowly forwards, shuffling across the floor, but one of them walked upright and appeared in the shafts of daylight before them all.

A man, maybe fifty years old. His hair was long and white and tied back in a tight ponytail. He wore a military uniform with medals pinned to the chest. His skin was a healthy brown but his eyes were wide and wild. They raised their guns, aiming for his head.

The man held up his hands as if this sort of thing happened every day. “Friendly,” he said. His voice was old and broken. “I’m a friend.”

“Who are you?” said Daniel in a typically aggressive tone.

The old man looked at them and when he saw Aaron his face cracked into something that might have been a smile. Ben noticed that the other figures had receded into the dark. “Why don’t you ask your friend, Captain Wednesday.”

He was talking about Aaron but none of them turned to look at him. “It’s just Aaron now,” said his voice in the dark. Ben waited to hear him lower his gun but he didn’t, so he kept his raised.

“What are you doing here Gabriel?” said Aaron.

“That’s Sergeant Arket to you,” said the man.

“You promoted yourself then?” said Aaron, his tone mocking. There didn’t seem any harm in it, they were the ones with the weapons.

“The King promoted me,” he said.

“The King?” said Aaron, sounding unsure of himself. “What King?”

“Why our beloved King Charles the third,” said Gabriel, the pride evident.

“Impossible,” said Aaron. “He’s dead.”

Gabriel shook his head. “One hundred and fifty years young. There will be a big celebration.”

“You’re working for a vamp?” said Aaron with evident disgust.

“Language please captain,” said Gabriel. “That’s our King you’re talking about.”

Ben thought Aaron was going to shoot him then, perhaps, if he had done, then much of what followed could have been avoided, but he didn’t.

“What do you do?” said Aaron.

Ben wasn’t sure what he meant and they never received an answer for him to try and work it out. “I think you should come with me,” said Gabriel. “Officially you’re AWOL and I should have you shot. Maybe I still will,” he added thoughtfully.

“We’re not going anywhere with you,” said Aaron and Ben realised that he really was ready to pull the trigger. Gabriel didn’t appear to have a weapon so shooting him seemed a little underhand. It was a mistake to think him defenceless, however.

He nodded, the gesture was only just noticeable in the gloom. There was the sense of movement behind them and then Ben felt cold hands on his arms. He turned to see decomposed men in uniforms. Vamps gone wrong. They were holding them tight and he knew from his experience at the petrol station that struggling against them was pointless.

Gabriel smiled and began to walk away, “with me,” he said and they were turned and carried after him.

Outside the clouds had cleared and the bright sunlight hurt his eyes. Gabriel led them across the courtyard and into the white tower that dominated it. It seemed impossible but the smell inside the white tower was even worse than the barracks. He could hear rats squeaking and the patter of their tiny feet on the stone floor. Rats were a fact of life on boats but, until that moment, Ben hadn’t realised that they also lived on land.

The stone walls were cold. Water dripped down from the ceiling and moss had begun to grow in the crevices. The tunnel was lit by lumpy candles that flickered and cast shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.

Gabriel started to whistle. The high pitched noise made Ben’s skin crawl.

He realised they were moving downwards, even before they reached the steps. He couldn’t move his arms, his legs flailed around beneath him like a puppet.

The staircase wound around in a tight spiral that got narrower the further down they went. The walls became rougher until they appeared to have been hacked out of the ground.

At the bottom they stopped and Gabriel turned back to face them. “What do you think? Pretty impressive isn’t it?”

No one spoke and Gabriel seemed to take offence to that. Ben had a terrible idea that he knew what was going to happen next, he only hoped that he was wrong.

The rough ceiling was so low that the vamps gone wrong had to duck to move through the wide open space but the further they went the higher they became. In time they opened up in a large chamber, the walls became smooth and the light from above was cleaner. There was furniture; golden tables and chairs and at the back of it all a throne.

The vamps gone wrong set them down but no one tried to run. There didn’t seem to be much point now.

“As you can see,” said Gabriel, “we have made arrangements so that the King’s condition needn’t impede his work.”

“Condition,” scoffed Aaron. “You’re out of your mind.”

“The King suffers from an extreme form of photo sensitivity but it is a small price to pay for his continued good health.”

Aaron looked away. It was becoming clear that Gabriel was insane, possibly too long in the company of vamps had broken his mind. Of course Ben had never known him before so this might have been an improvement.

“The King leads from below the ground but he enjoys walks in the moonlight,” said Gabriel, continuing even though no one was listening to him now.

“Where is he now?” said Daniel, it was the first time he had spoken since their arrival.

“The King is sleeping,” said Gabriel. “I’m sure you can appreciate that a man who works mostly at night needs to rest during the day.”

“Sure,” said Daniel. “So do we get to meet him?”

Gabriel smiled awkwardly, “I don’t know about that, he’s a very busy man.”

“So what then? You brought us down here to show off?” said Daniel.

“Okay you got me,” said Gabriel.

Ben was itching to pull his gun but he didn’t dare take the lead. Something else was going on here and he didn’t want to get in the way of it by acting rashly. He looked at Aaron and at Daniel, their eyes reflected calm and control. He just hoped that he would work out what was going on before Gabriel did.

“Is there even a King?” said Daniel. He took a step away from the non-vamp, casually keeping his hands in full view of Gabriel.

“What do you mean? Of course there’s a King.”

“I don’t know,” said Aaron, following Daniel’s lead. “Seems to me like something a jumped up little shit like you would make up to impress us.”

“Me? Impress you? Don’t make me laugh.” But he didn’t laugh.

Ben started to get some idea what they were doing but he still wasn’t sure why. Surely they could just start shooting, the non-vamps could be taken down with a single shot and Gabriel wasn’t armed. Yet no one went for their guns. He wondered if this was part of the plan, something he had slept through while thinking about home.

“I don’t know,” said Daniel, “even if there is a King what sort of power can he have locked away in a tower?”

“He’s not locked away anywhere,” said Gabriel. He had developed a tick that brought his shoulder and head together and did little to make him appear more sane.

“Because he doesn’t exist?” said Aaron.

“He does too exist,” said Gabriel, “and he’s very powerful. He has more power than you’ll ever know.”

“Like what?” said Daniel.

“Yeah,” said Aaron, “what’s he ever done.”

Gabriel smiled like he’d pulled the trump card in a poker match. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“So nothing then?” said Aaron.

“Is controlling every evolved being in the country nothing?” said Gabriel. “Is building dams to capture the last hold outs nothing?”

That was what they had come to hear. The Threshers pulled their guns and two shots each dispatched the non-vamps. They crumbled to the floor, a pile of bloody skin and bones. Ben had his own gun out but no one to shoot at. Aaron had grabbed hold of Gabriel, who was screaming, Daniel had his gun at the mans head.

“Where are they?” said Daniel.

Gabriel shook his head, his bottom lip quivered and tears ran down his cheeks.

“Where are they?” repeated Daniel, his voice louder and angrier.

“I can’t…” said Gabriel.

Daniel spun the gun around in his hand and cracked it over his skull. His knees buckled but Aaron kept him upright. “I promise you,” said Daniel, “that anything you think they can do to you is nothing compared to what I will do.”

Gabriel shook his head again, “please…”

Daniel ignored him. “Now tell me, where they are.”

But they didn’t have to wait to be told. From deep within the cavern a low moan began to build. It was laced with pain and anger and seemed to shake the walls around them. Ben spun on the spot but he couldn’t tell which direction they were coming from.

Gabriel started to scream. Daniel raised the gun to his head and without pausing he pulled he trigger and splattered Gabriel’s brains all over Aaron. Ben thought for a moment that they could have used Gabriel for bargaining but he doubted the king vamp would give up a thing for a human life.

As if drawn forwards by the freshly spilled blood the moan continued to build until it became a cry of anger and anguish. A million human emotions caught up in a single animal sound. Ben couldn’t help but notice that no one was running for the stairs.

“Position,” shouted Aaron as he dropped the lifeless body on the ground.

Ben had no idea what his position was supposed to be but there were four entrances to the room and one of them led up the stairs they had come down. Aaron and Alexander covered one door, Daniel and Martin another. Ben joined Joel by the third door and then they waited.

The moan became impossibly loud. Ben started to wonder if vamps were capable of feelings and that they were distraught to find out that Gabriel had been killed.

He couldn’t focus to think through the noise but what did he have to think about? See a vamp, shoot a vamp, that was all he had to know.

The lights flickered momentarily and then guttered out as a terrible wind rushed through the tunnels. Ben could see nothing save the red glow that pulsed in front of him. He aimed his gun, held his breath. The moan faded. He could hear teeth and footsteps. He wanted to shoot but he didn’t. He waited.

One beat, two beats, how many beats of his heart did he hear before it began? He counted them in his head if for no other reason than to avoid thinking about what was coming, if for no other reason than to avoid thinking about what he stood to lose.

It wasn’t just dark, it was the absence of light. It was the glowing, pulsing anti-light of a black hole into which all other darkness was drawn. It stood as a giant before them. It didn’t speak.

There were two others, smaller but hungrier for it. They pulsed so rapidly that they seemed to vibrate around the larger figure.

Ben swallowed and his mouth was dry. He wondered why no one had opened fire and then he realised that they had. Guns were going off either side of him, knocking the black shape back and forth, buffeting the smaller ones from side to side. Then he was shooting as well.

They emptied their guns and in the time it took to put in fresh clips the creatures advanced. They cried their horrible cry and he could see that they were bleeding black blood, like oil, onto the floor. They weren’t dead yet but they were hurting and that was good.

He emptied another clip and the creatures continued to advance. They were twenty, then ten, then only five metres away. They smelled of death, both their own and all those they had consumed. He reloaded his gun and fired again, fired a bullet for everyone he knew who had died.

They still weren’t dead. He only had another two clips and no idea what the others were carrying.

He moved back in line with the others, the door was behind them but they didn’t go. They kept firing until black blood soaked through their clothes, until they ran out of bullets, until the creatures writhed on the floor then lay still.

Ben dropped his gun and fell exhausted to the floor. They’d done it, whatever it was they had done it. He felt disgusting laying in the hot sticky blood but he didn’t care. He thought he might sleep or pass out.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and he knew that it wasn’t over yet. He looked up at Aaron. “It’s time to go,” he said.

Ben picked himself off the floor and his now empty gun. He could feel the slimy blood sticking between his fingers and tried to rub it off on his trousers, only to find they were as disgusting as his hands.

He followed Aaron’s dim shape through the door even as he heard the deep rumble below him. The ground shook and loose rocks cascaded down the walls.

“Run!” shouted Daniel.

Ben ran. He was at the back of the group again but pushing them forwards. He could feel the cold coming up behind him like a shockwave.

He didn’t dare look back, whatever was there he knew that he didn’t want to see it. He could feel the anger and hate coming from it like a bad smell. Then he was climbing up the stairs, slipping and stumbling on the blood wet steps, he had to brace himself against the wall to stay upright.

And all the time the thing behind was getting closer. Its angry growl so deep and loud that he wasn’t sure whether he could hear it or feel it. On he ran, pushing against Martin’s back, urging him to go quicker because neither of them wanted to be left behind and see that thing face to face.

The steps began to crumble beneath his feet, he could feel them falling away into the dark nothingness below. “Come on!” he shouted but couldn’t even hear it himself over the sound of the falling building and whatever was chasing them.

He reached the top of the stairs and threw himself forwards, just as the top step turned into rubble and fell away. The thing was still coming though.

Ben got to his feet and pulled Martin to his. He dragged the boy away from the mouth of the abyss and on towards the door.

He could see the sharp light of the day ahead but it was fading. Even in his confused state that didn’t make sense; they had arrived at the tower in the early morning and could not have been more than three hours there. It should be mid-day, the sun at its fullest and most damaging to whatever was behind them.

They burst through the doors and fell onto the grass beside the others, hacking up lung full’s of the black hate they had encountered. The white tower shook, bricks fell and tiles slid from the roof to smash on the ground metres away.

“Get up,” shouted Daniel, his voice gruff and tired as he climbed to his own feet. He helped Joel to stand.

Ben pulled Martin up and Alexander. He looked around. “Where’s Aaron?” he shouted, his ears ringing from the noise.

“Come on,” said Daniel, not waiting to answer. He ran, dragging Joel behind him, towards the barracks.

Ben looked up at the darkening sky. A swarm of darkness, like insects

(or bats)

were massing in the air. Their form blocking out the sun creating twilight and then night. He ran after Daniel, scanning the area for a sign of Aaron but he already knew his fait had been.

They burst through the doors of the barracks but Daniel didn’t stop running. He knew exactly where he was going and Ben was happy to follow him if only so he didn’t have to think for himself. The pushed through doors and ran along tunnels. He could hear wings flapping outside, thousands, millions of them beating away the sun. Then the anger of the hateful darkness. He couldn’t get away from it, it was as if it was in his head.

“Through here,” shouted Daniel and they followed him into a room. They fell into each other, panting for breath. Daniel didn’t stop. The room was filled with wooden lockers and Daniel started kicking at them. When the first one opened Ben saw that it contained weapons. The weapons they had set out to collect all those days ago. “Help me,” said Daniel.

They all started kicking doors and pulling out weapons. Crossbows that were the finest thing Ben had ever seen, they were smooth and shiny, a thousand years more evolved than the lumpy thing he had made with his dad. Arrows tipped with sharp wood and swords made out of the same. There were guns as well, they looked like they were made of some kind of plastic and the bullets that went in them were made of wood. He glanced across at Daniel and saw him putting guns and spare bullets in his pockets.

Ben grabbed a crossbow and slung two quivers over his shoulders. He also took a gun and a pocket full of the wooden bullets but he knew which weapon he favoured. It felt right, it felt comfortable.

The ground began to shake beneath them and they looked at one another. They were loaded down with wooden weapons, exhausted from the fight they had already won but as ready as they were ever going to be for another. Daniel nodded. He was in charge again and they all knew what that meant for Aaron. They would drink to him later, if any of them survived.

Outside it was completely dark. The sky was filled with the buzzing and flapping of tiny creatures. The black shape stood in full colour amongst the ruins of the white tower. When it turned towards them Ben recognised it from the paper money his father had carried, a souvenir of the time before, it was the King.

The King was huge. If he had been six foot tall in real life he was twice that now. A malevolent hatred radiated off of him and made Ben want to vomit. He held his stomach and his position in line between Martin and Joel. They waited.

Cold permeated the air and got into his bones. He watched the King, his head down, surveying the wreckage that he had created. He did not seem angry but sad. Ben felt it too, a deep loss that he couldn’t put into words but infected every cell of his body. A tiny part of him wanted to go forth and comfort the hideous creature but the rest of him was still filled with fear and ready to fight.

The King turned towards them. “My family,” he said. His voice was soft, little more than an echo.

A bird or bat cried out above them but no one looked.

“They were my family,” said the King.

Ben looked down to Daniel hoping for some guidance but he didn’t take his eyes off the King. When Ben looked back he had fallen to the floor. He did not look ready to fight them and Ben felt unsure whether he could kill something, even a vamp, that wasn’t fighting back. It would have been easier if they had come out and one by one been killed.

Daniel raised his gun slowly. There seemed to be no rush now. The anger had gone from the air, the King was the embodiment of sorrow.

Ben raised his crossbow as well and saw the others alongside him aim their weapons. They didn’t need to speak or discuss what they were going to do, they felt it instinctively.

The King turned his head up to look at them but offered no resistance. Later Ben would wonder whether he had known what would happen, if it had all been part of his plan.

They fired at the same time. The bullets and arrows pierced the King’s chest and destroyed his heart. He looked at them with an expression that might have been relief but might have been something else. Then he was gone, dissolved into a fleshy pile of blood and guts.

The creatures in the sky seemed to dissolve with him, their tiny parts falling from the heavens like black snow. Ben fell to his knees, exhaustion and pain overwhelming him but at last he was safe.

14

Over the next two hours they carried all of the weapons back to the Robinson Crusoe. It was hard work but, with the vamps gone from the tower, Anthony, Kris and even Mrs Thresher were allowed to help. Their wounds were treated and they washed and put on clean clothes and before night fell they were on their way again.

Nobody spoke of what had happened. If anyone had tried to talk to him about it Ben thought he would have got as far away from them as possible. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about it yet. He wanted to forget that it had ever happened but he knew that he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t forget Aaron.

Anthony hadn’t asked what had happened to his brother, there was no need. Six of them had gone into the tower but only five had come back. Perhaps that was everything he needed to know, or perhaps he blamed himself and thought that if he had been there he would have been able to do something to save him. Ben never asked and he never found out.

They talked of inconsequential things over the following days, avoiding the subject as if it could come back to get them. The worked on the boat and they ate, they slept a great deal. It took them four days to reach Sanctuary and none of them were ready for what they found when they got there.

15

It should have been mid-morning. The sun should have reflected off the water like a moving mirror. They should have been able to hear the laughs and shouts of the village children as they ran along the island and jumped into the water, threw balls to each other and dived beneath the surface. They found none of those things.

An unnatural twilight had descended over the village. It was quiet and even the water didn’t seem to move. Ben stood at the front of the boat straining to hear something, anything that would assure him that life was how he remembered it. Joel switched off the engine and the Robinson Crusoe drifted into the village on the current. They passed empty boats that were decaying and looked as if they had been abandoned years ago. Ben had to remind himself that they had only been gone a matter of weeks.

Dark weeds climbed out of the water wrapping themselves over boats and piers, appearing to try and drag them under water. A shadow had fallen over the village and it smelled of death.

They drifted past Ben’s boat and he felt a lump in his throat. The lights were off and he could hear no voices. But still he had to see for himself.

He jumped overboard and into the water. It felt too thick, more like slime than the river he had swum in since he was eleven. He heard Mrs Thresher call him back but it was too late for that now.

He pulled himself onto the jetty. Behind he heard the Robinson Crusoe start it’s engine and begin to turn back towards him but he ignored it. He pushed open the boat door and went inside.

It was cold, dark and damp. He could see the shapes of furniture and other possessions strewn across the cabin. “Hello?” he said, although he didn’t expect a reply. “Mary?”

All that he heard was the drip of water from his wet clothes onto the wooden floor. They were gone, Mary, Adam, Zack, all gone. He wanted to fall to the floor and cry but he couldn’t move. He was frozen to the spot and left with no choice but to look at the devastation of his world.

He heard the door open behind him and in the light it let in he saw Zack’s teddy bear on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. It was already covered with a thin layer of dust

(or something else)

and he clutched it to his wet chest.

“We can find them,” said Daniel.

Ben nodded but he didn’t really believe it. He stood there clutching the bear, the last thing he had left. All of his worst fears had come true.

“Come on,” said Daniel. “It’s time to go.”

He didn’t have the strength to argue so he turned and followed Daniel out of the boat. The Robinson Crusoe was waiting at the end of the jetty, the solemn faces looked at the floor as he approached.

Inside Mrs Thresher dried him and put him in clean clothes without saying a word. He stared blankly into space, his thoughts moving too quickly for him to keep up with. He couldn’t even begin to think about what would come next.

He felt rather than heard the engine start again. The next thing he knew he was sitting with a cold cup of tea in his hands. It was like climbing out of a cave into the darkness.

Ben stood up. His legs felt weak as if he had been in bed for a month, everything seemed to spin around him. He walked through the boat, he could hear solemn voices above but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He could hear the words well enough but they were like a foreign tongue to him now.

On deck he found the Threshers with Daniel, Anthony and Kris, huddled together in secret conference. They did not appear to know he was there. The Island loomed before them, darkened by the dull light within.

“Ben,” said Kris with deep concern.

The others turned so that he wondered if she had been warning them of his arrival. The conversation they had been having ended. Mrs Thresher put a hand on his shoulder .

“How are you feeling?” she said.

He shook his head, how did she think he was feeling? What a ridiculous question to ask. He waited for someone to say something more meaningful but it did not appear to be forthcoming.

“Any sign of anyone?” he said. The words felt hollow but no one seemed to notice.

“There’s a light in the Village Hall,” said Daniel.

Ben nodded and they continued onto the Island in silence.

They didn’t want him to come with them. They thought he would be a liability but he argued and in the end who could deny a man who has just lost his family. He didn’t really want to go but staying on the boat didn’t feel like an alternative

(drowning yourself in the river, that’s an alternative)

so he went along.

Ben, Anthony and Daniel climbed onto the decking silently. Creeping weeds had spread between the cracks. The were so dark they were almost black but Ben could see they were red. Blood red veins carrying the poison through the village. He kicked a patch but they didn’t break.

They entered the Village Hall in single file, guns drawn and ready. The place smelled of rancid meat.

“Hello?” said a voice. A girl, young. It was followed by a shuffling sound in the dark. “Is someone there?”

It seemed to Ben that whoever was there should have been able to see them. The room was dark but a lamp on the table in the middle gave off enough light for him to at see at least the shape of the person speaking.

Daniel walked towards the dark shape huddled on the ground by Nicholas’s office. The girl heard his footsteps and moved away, further into the darkness.

“It’s okay,” said Nicholas, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That’s what they said,” she said. The lonely desperation was evident in her voice. Ben wanted to tell Daniel to be careful but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t move and he couldn’t warn his friend that she might have a weapon. they had been right, he was a liability and they should have strapped him to a chair and refused to let him off the boat.

“It’s alright,” said Daniel, as if talking to a scared animal.

“Who are you?” said the girl. She sounded less frightened but not by much.

“My name’s Daniel McGill.”

“Mr. McGill?” she said.

“That’s right. Who are you?”

Ben watched her stand, leaning against the back wall for stability. When she stepped closer to the lamp he could see her face and he felt his stomach churn.

“Margaret,” said Daniel. He paused, Ben thought to collect himself. He had seen what Ben had seen; the girls face was streaked with blood and where here eyes had been there were dark empty sockets. Ben had to force himself not to turn away. “Who did this to you?”

She made a sobbing sound and Ben thought about her eyes again. Did she still have tear ducts? Was she still capable of crying? “It was the General,” she said, “everything was the General.”

16

Daniel sat with Margaret while Ben and Anthony searched the rest of the building. They found nothing of any use. As far as they could see the place

(the whole village)

had been suddenly abandoned. Ben found that having something to do, and thinking about poor Margaret rather than his family, made him feel a little better. It cleared his head and by the time they had got her back to the Robinson Crusoe he felt like he could think again. First though Margaret had to tell them what had happened while they were away.

She sat in the largest, most comfortable chair. Mrs Thresher had not skipped a beat when she had been presented to her. She had taken her to the bathroom and washed her, dressed her in clean clothes and brushed out her hair. She had wrapped a flowery scarf around her eyes before sitting her down. Now she made tea for them all while Margaret told them what had happened.

“It was three or four days ago when the sky went dark,” she said. Ben noted that she had lost all of the cocky superiority she had displayed when questioned about Kirsty’s disappearance. He was sorry to see it. “Just in the middle of the day suddenly there were shadows everywhere and when you looked up like bugs or something were blocking the sun.

“More of them came and in an hour it was like night. No one knew what to do, we were all scared. Some people went to the General but he wouldn’t see them.” She shook her head and the end of the scarf swished through the air like a ponytail. “I don’t know, I wasn’t there.”

“Where did everyone go Margaret?” said Daniel, his voice calm and reassuring.

“He took them,” she said in short sobs. “But I wouldn’t go.” Her mouth was twisted in an anguished wail as she remembered what had happened to her. “So he did this?”

“Nicholas?” said Ben.

She nodded, her mouth still moving as if she was trying to speak but nothing came out. Mrs Thresher put an arm around her shoulders and held her tightly.

“Why would Nicholas do that?” he said. He didn’t mean to make it sound like he thought she was lying, he genuinely wondered.

“He just did alright,” she said, thrusting her chin towards him. She seemed to stare right at him and knowing, as he did, that she had no eyes beneath the scarf made him feel very uncomfortable. “Because I wouldn’t go with all the others.”

“Where did they go?” said Daniel.

She shook her head again. “He changed.”

“How did he change Margaret?” said Daniel.

“He was … it was like he wasn’t really there but he was, it felt strange being around him, like you could feel him inside you.” She shook her head. “It sounds stupid.”

It didn’t sound stupid to Ben. It sounded like how it had felt to be in the presence of the King and that scared him. Had something happened to Nicholas, a man with his own little kingdom? He felt weak, his heart was beating too quickly.

Hadn’t Nicholas always claimed to be a member of the monarchy? He had always assumed he was lying but maybe that wasn’t so. There was a twisted swirling mess of thoughts surrounding the ideas that were forming in his head. They seemed at once perfectly common sense but at the same time so outlandish as to be ridiculous.

“We have to go to the dam,” said Daniel.

Ben looked up and saw that he was speaking to Joel. The conversation with Margaret was apparently over because Mrs Thresher was talking to her in a quiet voice now.

“I don’t expect you to come. You and yours have done enough. Seems like this is our fight.”

“Don’t be a fool,” said Joel. “We’ve come this far together haven’t we? Of course we’ll come.”

Daniel smiled and Ben felt sick. He couldn’t even look at the two boys who had been volunteered for the job by their father.

“We’ll take a smaller boat, leave the girls here.”

“Oh no you won’t.” They all looked up, surprised to hear Kris speak. She looked uncomfortable having them all stare at her but she went on. “We can take another boat, that’s fine, but you’re not leaving me behind again. Not this time. This is my home too.”

“Of course,” said Daniel. He paused as if expecting Mrs Thresher and Margaret to announce their intention to come along as well but of course they didn’t. The idea that Mrs Thresher would wield anything stronger than a rolling pin seemed quite ridiculous and Margaret must have know that none of them would allow her to go. “Alright then,” he said. “We’ll need a boat.”

An hour later they were loading weapons onto Ben’s small raft. He had stored it wrapped in plastic behind his home and the weeds hadn’t got to it. There was barely enough room for all eight of them and he would have been glad to leave Kris and the boys behind but they were determined to come along.

They checked and double checked the wooden weapons. Ben once more slung two quivers of feathers on his back and carried a longbow. They left weapons behind, they would have sunk the raft if they’d tried to carry them all, and gave Mrs Thresher and Margaret a quick explanation of how they worked, just in case. They also left instructions that, at the slightest hint of danger, they were to start the engine and get as far away as possible. Under no circumstances were they to come looking for them

It was half a days journey to the dam but in the permanent night it was difficult to tell how much time passed. Daniel and Joel tried to start spirited conversation but it was clear no one was in the mood and the journey passed in silence. Except for the sound of the oars in the water and the black wings above them.

Ben watched the place he had called home since he was eleven years old slip away behind him. In its own way it was cathartic. The place he had called home was already gone, leaving it behind on the river was like leaving it behind in his mind.

He thought about Mary and the boys. The knot in his stomach told him that there was a good chance they were dead or turned and that if they were turned he would have to kill them and that if that turned out to be the case there was a good chance that he wouldn’t be able to. As far as he knew he was the only person on the raft who had lost someone he cared about from the village but they had all lost someone recently.

The day wore on but the darkness never changed. It was a fixed point now, until this was over it would be forever night. Ben was ready for it to be over but when they rounded the corner and the dam came into view he realised that he wasn’t ready for it to begin.

The banks of the river leading up to the dam were lined with canvas tents. Red ones, blue ones, multicoloured ones. Whatever people had been able to find. There was noise too. Hammers on wood, sawing and voices shouting. Ben looked up and saw people, black dots swarming over the giant dam like insects.

They stopped rowing and let the river take them to shore. The boat landed with a gentle thud. Daniel and Joel tied it up automatically although, Ben thought, they had to know that their chances of coming back for it were virtually non-existent. He checked his bow and his quiver and joined them on the muddy bank.

Hiding was not part of their plan. The truth was they didn’t have one; they had no expectations (only fears) about what they would find.

They walked along the path. The weeds and bushes had been trimmed back so that the cracked concrete was visible. None of them spoke but Ben was sure he wasn’t the only one who held his gun a little tighter when the figure approached.

It was with surprise that Ben saw it was his mum and that she was smiling.

“Ben,” she said and opened her arms wide.

Too dazed to protest he let her wrap him in her arms. When she let go he stood back and a terrible thought crossed his mind. He leaned forwards and examined her exposed neck for bite marks and her flesh for decomposition but found neither. She looked healthy, better than she had done before in fact.

“I’m so glad you made it,” she said. “We’ve missed you.”

The ‘we’ was filled with promise and the hope that Mary might still be alive but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it yet. “What’s happening here?” he said.

“We’re building a dam,” she said.

“Hannah,” said a voice behind him.

His mum turned to look. “Oh hello Daniel, you’re back as well then.”

“Hannah, who’s building the dam?” said Daniel.

She smiled. “We are, didn’t I say?”

“You did,” he nodded. “But who are you building it for?”

“Them?”

She nodded, a big goofy grin on her face. He realised that something was wrong but not like before. This wasn’t alzheimer’s or whatever she had. “You’re building it for vamps?” he said, afraid that he already knew the answer.

“Ben,” she scolded, “watch your language.”

“But mum they’re … vampires. They’re evil.”

She was shaking her head. Around them the sounds of construction continued to meld with the black creatures that swarmed in the air above. He wondered if it was night yet and then he wondered if he would ever see daylight again.

“We got it wrong,” she said, still shaking her head. “They aren’t evil, they’re just like you or me. Did we ever tell you about evolution?”

He had a terrible feeling she was about to try and convince him that vamps were an evolution, the next step in the human journey. He didn’t think he could hear it. It made him think of Gabriel and his insistence that the King still being alive was a god given miracle.

“Where’s Nicholas?” he said.

“The General?”

“Is he still in charge?”

“Oh yes,” said his mum. “It’s because of him that we saw we were wrong. He helped us understand the truth.”

Ben nodded but he wasn’t agreeing with her. “Do you know where he is?”

“I can take you to him if you like,” she said.

Ben turned to the others who had listened to the whole exchange. They nodded and he turned back to his mum. “Take us to him.”

It took them close to an hour to reach the dam. His mother’s mental faculties seemed much improved but her old legs and back were as bad as ever.

“The General says it’s high time we stopped living like fishes waiting to be caught,” she said as they walked. “We’ve got nothing to fear from the Omega…”

“The Omega?” said Ben dropping back a step to walk by her side.

“That’s what we call them now, The Omega.”

He nodded and let her continue.

“Really they just want to help us so we should be grateful. They’re stronger than us and smarter than us but we can be just like them.”

They reached the scaffolding that wrapped around the dam. Ben could see the people working on the structure now, familiar faces, young and old.

“Up here,” said his mum and they followed her up a narrow stone staircase. The river disappeared beneath them and from the top he could see over the green and yellow fields into the distance. Great forests seemed to have risen from the ground. The dark sheets above extended as far as he could see.

His mum walked at the front and he was directly behind her. About halfway along the narrow path he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Daniel. “Let me go ahead,” he said. Ben stood aside and they continued walking in their new formation.

Ben had no idea what to expect but it certainly wasn’t the palatial building they found at the top of the dam. Made out of the same light stone as the dam itself it’s turrets and towers might have been carved out of a rock face.

At the front of the

(castle)

stood two large men that Ben recognised from their days guarding the Village Hall. Except they looked bigger, bolder. They didn’t so much as nod in recognition as his mum led them inside.

The smell hit him like a punch in the face. Instantly he was choking back tears. His eyes watered as they followed his mum through the wide entry hall.

Dark shapes, people

(vamps)

(omega)

hung back in the shadows. Watching them with bright eyes that seemed the shine in the gloom. He wouldn’t turn towards them, afraid that he would recognise them.

She led them to a door but there was no need to knock. It swung open as they approached and then they were in the General’s private chamber. The double doors closed behind them with a heavy thud.

There was no light but he could see just the same. The figures before him stood out, shining black shapes on a dull black background. There were a dozen of them at least but in the middle of it all a figure twice the size of any others sat on an onyx throne.

“Wait here,” said his mum.

He nodded dimly. He was vaguely aware of movement behind him but he couldn’t turn, he was frozen to the spot.

His mum walked towards the black throne where Nicholas was seated. She knelt down and he seemed to see every gnarly twisted bone ache. She bowed her head.

“I have brought them to you master,” she said.

This time Ben was ready for it. He didn’t feel any shock at his mothers words, in fact it seemed to explain a great deal. He spun around before the giant hands could grab him. There was no chance to beat the vamps-gone-wrong with strength but in his belt he still had the wooden knife he had taken from the armoury.

The thing lunged forwards to grab at him. It saw too late that he had move and before it could correct its balance Ben had thrust the knife upwards and using a the things own weight against it he pushed the knife up into its chest and through its heart.

He stepped away quickly to avoid being crushed by the falling weight as it hit the ground with an almighty bang.

“ENOUGH” said Nicholas. His voice shook the walls.

The other vamps-gone-wrong let go of his friends and stepped back. Ben turned away from the thing on the floor and looked at Nicholas. Now standing, he must have been twelve feet high.

Nicholas walked towards him, moving lightly despite his size. “WE DON’T NEED TO FIGHT”.

Ben turned to look at his friends but none of them had stepped forward to stand with him, like it or not he was now spokesperson for the group.

He saw himself pulling an arrow from the quiver on his back, loading his bow and firing it at where Nicholas’s heart should have been. But Nicholas was no ordinary vamp and a single arrow would barely scratch the surface.

“I ALWAYS LIKED YOU BEN,” he said. “YOU COULD JOIN ME.”

“You know I won’t,” he said, finding his voice at last.

“A PITTY BUT I WON’T FORCE YOU” he said making it very clear that if he chose to he could force him to if he wanted.

Gabriel, his mother, all those people working on the dam. He wondered if they had been forced.

Another figure walked towards them, a woman

(no a girl)

it took him a moment to recognise Kirsty, the girl who had been lost on the Back Field.

“It’s okay,” she said to Nicholas. “I can take it from here.”

Nicholas bowed his head and stepped away “AS YOU WISH M’AM” he said without taking his eyes from her.

Her voice was soft and calm

(human)

but he could tell at once she was one of them, a vamp, an Omega or whatever you wanted to call themselves. She glowed with the same dark energy that seemed to absorb all the light around her.

“Ben, Daniel, Kris,” she said. “And new friends too, welcome home.” She smiled and he could see her pin sharp fangs.

“What have you done to these people?” said Ben when really he meant, what have you done to my family.

“We have helped them understand that the human race is inferior. They want to join us now, they have seen the true path.”

“You’ve brainwashed them,” he said.

She shook her head slowly, sadly. “I’m sorry that you see it that way Ben. Perhaps in time you will understand.”

The hands grabbed him from behind. “I won’t.”

“Then you will be useful in other ways I’m sure,” she said and slid a shining pink tongue across her lips. She held his gaze for a moment and then nodded to whatever was behind him. “Take them away,” she said and once again he was lifted off his feet and carried out.

17

They were in the cell for less than an hour. It was damp and cold and pitch black, at the bottom of hundreds of stairs. Ben thought that it might be below the river itself but he had no way of knowing. There was nowhere to sit except the dirt floor. The door was the only substantial element of the room; it was made of the same heavy stone as the rest of the dam. He thought it would be easier to break through the wall.

They sat together in a loose circle but didn’t say very much. Less than twenty minutes after their arrival they looked towards the door. There were voices outside and heavy thuds. Ben stood up and walked to the door but was pulled back sharply by Daniel.

The door swung open and imbedded itself in the soft wall of the cell. He couldn’t see who was there but a mans voice said. “Come with me.”

They followed him out into the corridor where they had to climb over

(bodies)

things on the ground. The tunnel seemed to go on a lot further than it had when they had been taken to the cell and when they emerged they found themselves outside rather than in the dam.

The endless night continued to reign but it still took a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they had he saw that the people who had rescued them were none other than old Groche’s grandsons; Peter and David. And they weren’t alone, there were other faces coming towards them, some familiar, some not.

The brothers led them towards the tree line and the others followed without saying a word. They emerged in the clearing where Ben had first seen the dam.

“What’s going on?” he said. The others, the ones he knew and the ones he didn’t, circled them, keeping close because there wasn’t much space.

“We’re the Resistance,” said Peter with evident pride.

“What happened here?” said Ben.

Combined with what Margaret had already told them they finally got the full picture of what had happened in the days since they had left:

It had started just four days ago. Which Ben and the others understood to be when they had killed The King. That morning Nicholas had gone walking in the Back Field as he had taken to doing in the week since they had gone. He gave no reason for these jaunts but some suspected he was meeting someone. In fact he hadn’t been meeting anyone but that morning he did.

Beneath the shade of the trees a girl came to him. He recognised her at once as the little girl who had been lost in the field some days before. But she had changed, she had a light now where before there had been darkness. They spoke together for a long time and she told him that The King was dead and that he had inherited the title along with something else. She explained how the vamps saw themselves as a human evolution and together they named themselves the Omega. She bit him, he changed and darkness fell across the land.

Peter explained what happened to the people, they were told that it was their destiny to become Omega but first they had to build the temple. That is what he called the dam. It was like a spell fell over the people and they followed him. Those that didn’t either escaped like they had or were punished, as Margaret had been.

“It’s because they’re tired of running,” said David, dismissing his brothers theory that the people were under a spell. “If we could speak to them we could make them understand.”

But Ben had see his mother and the way she had acted and he knew that Peter was right, they were under a spell and the only way to break it was to kill Kirsty. She had sired Nicholas, she was in charge.

They slept and they rested. They sent word back to the Robinson Crusoe and through the night weapons and supplies were ferried back to the Resistance camp. When Ben woke he was with Mary again.

She sat beside him, holding his hands in hers, sweet tears running down her cheeks. It took him a moment to understand that he wasn’t dreaming and that she was really there with him.

“Mary,” he said because nothing else came to mind. “The boys?”

She nodded. “They’re here too.”

He felt a wave of relief crash against rocks of hate for the people who had made him believe his family was gone. He reached for her and they held each other close.

Morning came and she brought him breakfast. They ate while still in their sleeping bags, side by side on the hard earth. They didn’t speak, there was nothing that needed to be said. They were together again, everything else was inconsequential.

They gathered in the field. The dark still hung above them but they were lit by dozens of lamps. More than a hundred of them had gathered. The weapons they had brought from the tower had been handed out. Ben stood beside Daniel, beside Peter and David.

He had said goodbye to Mary again for what he promised himself was the last time. Whatever happened next that part of his life was finished. He hadn’t even seen the boys because he didn’t think he would be able to go if he did. He would see them when the sun rose, if it ever did.

The plan was simple: they would storm the dam and fight their way to Kirsty and The General. They would avoid killing anyone else if it was at all possible. Ben had a feeling it would not be.

They made no attempt to hide themselves as they filed through the thick bushes that separated the field from the riverbank. There was no way they would have been able to keep more than a hundred people from being seen.

The air was warm and fetid, dank and sticky. Ben walked

(marched)

beside Daniel just behind the brothers. It was a short journey but long enough for the world to change. He had never been a soldier, had never even played at it as a child, but like it or not he was going to war. After days on the move and with little restful sleep he should have been exhausted but an excitement burned in his chest and he could not deny an eagerness to fire the beautifully crafted crossbow. He wondered if all soldiers felt like this.

The brainwashed villagers clung to the scaffolding around the dam. Most of them did not even look at them as they lined up along the river bank though. One did. They were too far away for Ben to make out a face but, while the others continued their labour, he climbed off and ran in the direction of the palace.

Peter held up a hand and they stopped, waited. If they could get Kirsty and Nicholas to come to them it would be better, fighting them on their own turf would be more difficult but they would do it if they had to.

They waited in silence. The black wings above continued to flap and the tools continued to bang and cut but none of the Resistance spoke. They held their collective breath and they waited.

And they waited.

“They aren’t coming,” said Daniel.

“Give it time,” said Peter without turning to look at him. So they continued to wait.

It got warmer so that it became a chore just to stand up. Ben could feel the sweat on his face and running down the back of his neck. They continued to wait.

Hours seemed to pass. The sky remained black and noisy. Eventually they saw movement at the top of the structure.

A black cloud moved across the surface like a swarm of insects. It hugged the stone structure and changed shape, narrowing to move between objects, rising higher when the dam did. It descended the steps towards them, like a bruise with faces in it. Ben watched it come towards them, a ghostly ghastly shape. He held his ground and he held his breath.

It stopped before them and changed its shape again, becoming tall and narrow and then splitting into two distinct clouds which themselves began to solidify and eventually came out as Nicholas and Kirsty. When they appeared from the cloud they found that they had one hundred sharpened wooden weapons aimed directly at them.

“We haven’t come to fight you,” said Kirsty addressing the crowd.

Ben alternated between her and Nicholas. Her because she was the most dangerous of the pair, him because he didn’t know if he could shoot something that looked like a little girl, even if she was a vamp.

“We want to help you but if you don’t want our help we won’t force you.”

Did she realise they were outnumbered? She had to know that she wasn’t in a position to strike bargains. “Let our people go then,” said Peter.

She smiled. “Your people have chosen this life. They don’t want to go with you.”

“They’re brainwashed,” said Peter. “Either you let them go or we’ll kill you.”

Her smile widened. “And I thought we were supposed to be the monsters. Very well. Here are your people.”

The sounds of construction had stopped. Suddenly every face had turned towards them and one by one they started to move. They climbed down from the scaffolding, some dropping into the water, others simply letting go and dropping from whatever height they happened to be at, landing in piles on the hard ground. Ben could hear bones cracking and breaking. He turned to look and saw the people he had known all of his life shuffling and shambling towards them. He realised they hadn’t just been brainwashed.

“What have you done to them?” he said.

But Kirsty and Nicholas had gone.

He turned to Daniel who seemed to be as surprised as he was. “They’re like zombies or something,” he said, as much to himself as to Ben.

There wasn’t long to think, the one’s who had been closest were reaching them now. Ben remembered the vamps gone wrong at the tower, the way they had responded to Gabriel’s instruction. They had been decomposing as if already dead. Was that what was in store for these people, his friends?

He raised his crossbow and aimed at someone he didn’t recognise. An old man who walked as if he had a broken knee. Ben thought about what he was about to do but it seemed like the only way to be sure; he squeezed the trigger and the wooden bolt shot through the air and imbedded itself in the man’s left shoulder.

The old man stumbled back but didn’t seem to notice the pain. After a moment he kept coming, his face a blank rigour. Ben decided, he had no choice really, that these people were not people at all. They were vamps gone wrong or zombies or whatever you wanted to call them, but they weren’t his friends.

“Aim for the head,” he shouted.

As if they had known it all along but had needed someone else to make it okay they started to fire. The air was filled with the whooshing of deadly wood, flying almost silently through the air. Some of the shots found their targets but most went wide. The zombies kept coming.

Ben fired off a few more arrows and brought down four. He looked around, needed to see where Nicholas and Kirsty had gone, and saw the door to the palace up above closing.

“Dan,” he said.

His friend looked up.

“This way,” he ran towards the stairs. Dan was followed by Kris, Anthony, Joel and his boys. This was all of their fight now.

Up the narrow stairs and along the narrow path at the top. Down below they were winning the fight, or at least beating it into a stalemate that would last until they ran out of bullets and arrows. As long as the kept the zombies away from the camp it would be okay. Once Nicholas and Kirsty were dead they could leave.

They walked towards the door and the two guards stepped together to block it. Without breaking their pace Ben raised his crossbow and put a bolt through one of their heads and Daniel through the other. The two giants fell to the floor and they stepped around them.

There was no time to think now, no time to stop and wonder if this was the right thing to do. Ben realised that they were out of options and they needed to be quick because if the zombies or the vamps got to the camp

(Mary)

then what would be the point. Dying here or dying there without them, it wouldn’t make a difference.

The throne room was empty. It continued to stink of rotting meat, shit and vomit but that smell seemed like victory now. But where were they?

“We need to split up,” he said. “Dan, you go with Joel and Kris. Martin, Alex, you come with me.”

Nobody argued, nobody seemed surprised that he had suddenly taken charge. Perhaps they realised that he had more at stake in this fight than any of them did, perhaps they were just glad the responsibility of deciding what to do wasn’t theirs. Ben didn’t question it, it felt right.

He led Martin and Alex behind the throne. A zombie waited for them there, its arms outstretched ready to grab the first person it saw. For one terrible moment Ben thought that it was his own mum but he put a bullet through its head and when it dropped to the floor he saw that it was another old man. They kept going.

The palace was filled with tunnels that went down into the dam. Narrow spaces that it seemed impossible Nicholas would be able to fit through in his new form. But he was the man who had appeared before them in a cloud of smoke so it seemed reasonable to believe he could fit through any gap. It certainly didn’t rule it out.

There were more zombies but they were easy to kill now that he no longer thought of them as people. They weren’t his friends or neighbours, they were creatures like the vamps who wanted to kill him. Better he kill them first then.

Three, four, five more zombies and an equal number of staircases. He was moving more quickly now, he couldn’t afford to waste time because he needed to get out of the dam as quickly as possible so that he could get back to Mary and the boys. So that they could get on their boat and start their new life on the river.

Eventually the stairs opened on a long narrow room. The ceiling was twice his height. He guessed it was about half-way down the dam and he seemed to be able to feel the pressure of the water on the other side of the heavy walls. For a moment there was silence.

He led the boys further into the room, slowly now, the only thing moving quickly was the beat of his heart. Something was different about this room. It felt as if he was being watched and he wondered if the boys felt it as well. Something was off, something wasn’t right.

Ben was still surprised enough to jump a step back when the thing fell from the ceiling. It roared loudly enough to shake the walls and he had a momentary vision of the water breaking through and washing them all away. He was surprised to realise that, if it killed the vamps and spared the rest, even if it meant his own death, he might be okay with it.

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE COME” said Nicholas. “WHY DID YOU COME BACK?”

Ben looked up at him, despite the height of the ceiling Nicholas couldn’t stand fully upright. He said nothing.

“THIS ISN’T YOUR FIGHT” he said.

The two boys stood behind him, waiting for a signal from him for what they should do. He was sorely tempted to lay into Nicholas, he was supposed to look after these people and look what had happened. But what was the point; he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted and every second he delayed was more time for the zombies outside to advance on the camp.

Ben raised his crossbow and felt, rather than saw, the boys raise their own weapons.

“ANSWER ME” roared Nicholas.

He answered him with cold wood. Three shots were fired and two of them went directly into the heart. Nicholas, the General, the King, roared anger across the room but didn’t go down. He swiped across them and Ben managed to step back, as did Martin, but Alex was caught by the giant hand that seemed to grow in size as it struck him.

The boy was flung across the room and hit the wall with a sickening moist crack. He hung their for a moment and then slid off. Even in the darkness Ben could see that his nose was broken and several of his teeth hung crookedly from his mouth. But somehow he got up.

They fired again and they reloaded and fired again. Their bullets and arrows pierced the leathery hide of the creature that had once been Nicholas, his brother in-law but never his friend. He roared and cried and the building around them trembled. He tried to fight back but Ben saw that he was dying now, he was weak and desperate.

A final volley of shots brought Nicholas to the ground and in death his body shrank back to its normal size. Ben stepped forwards while Martin tended to his brothers wounds.

“I never like you Nicholas,” he said, standing over the body with his bow aimed at the head. “But I’m sorry it had to end like this.” He pulled the trigger and a final arrow put him out of any misery he was still in.

“How’s he doing?” said Ben turning back to Martin and Alex.

“I’m fine,” said Alex, at least that’s what Ben thought he said. It came out as a series of gasps.

“Take him back,” he said.

“What?” said Martin.

“You heard me,” said Ben. “Take him back to camp, get him fixed up. You can help the others.”

“I’m staying here,” said Alex.

Ben shook his head. Somehow he knew that he had to fight Kirsty alone. It seemed like the only way it was going to work. Two teenage boys weren’t going to be able to help him. “Do it now,” he said.

Martin didn’t argue. He pulled Alex back across the room towards the door. Ben watched them go and then turned to pull the arrow out of Nicholas’s head.

18

The tunnels seemed endless. An age seemed to have passed since he had last seen daylight. It became difficult to keep his nerve, alone in the tunnels, if there had not been so much danger he might have whistled just to hear something other than the water crashing against the other side of the wall. Then that stopped as well and the only thing he could hear was his own feet coming down of the rocky floor.

He might have been miles underground. He had passed the cells they had been kept in the previous day. And he went on.

He couldn’t explain how but he knew he was going the right way. He even had a vague sense of what he would find when he got there, though every time he tried to picture it the image fell to pieces.

There were bats down there. He could hear their occasional squeak in the darkness. There were flies that he had to brush away from his face. The ceiling got lower with each floor he passed and by the time he got to the bottom he was crawling on his hands and knees and wondering if he would have to crawl on his belly next.

But it opened up and he found he could stand without his head brushing uneven rock.

It was huge. A cavern. It was lit by invisible fluorescents in pink and green and white. The walls were more than a hundred metres apart and he couldn’t see where the room ended on the other side. Perhaps it didn’t.

He checked his weapons, counted the arrows in his quiver and went on.

It seemed as if he could see the curve of the earth in the floor. As he walked further into the room new things appeared, statues and structures, furniture and paintings on easels.

“Hello Ben,” said a terribly familiar voice behind him.

He spun around and there she stood. Little Kirsty Lorimer but not so little anymore. Her skin was white and flawless. Her dark hair fell on her exposed shoulders. She wore a red ball gown that she filled in a way no thirteen year old girl should. Ben stepped back and raised his crossbow.

“You’ve come to kill me?” she said. Her voice was like velvet, a seductive voice that should have sounded funny coming from a little girl but didn’t, it sounded scary.

Ben knew that he should have put an arrow through her head then but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. His head was swimming.

“I’m glad,” she sighed.

“You’re glad?” he said, suddenly aware that he was being hypnotised but unable to resist it. “Why are you glad?”

“I’m lonely Ben,” she said. She shook her head and her silky hair brushed across her shoulders. “I thought Nicholas might be the one for me but he’s dead now, isn’t he?”

Ben nodded and tried not to apologise. He reminded himself that Nicholas had been dead for a long time, the thing he killed was something else. Just like the thing in front of him wasn’t really Kirsty Lorimer. That seemed like a dangerous thought but it was there now and he couldn’t unthink it.

“I suppose it’s only right,” she said. Her lips were full and painted, she ran her tongue across them and Ben saw them glisten.

“He was a monster,” he said. It felt like choking on a piece of dry meat to say the words.

“I suppose I am a monster too?”

“N…” he clamped his mouth shut and refused to say the rest. “What are you doing to me?”

“Me? Am I doing something to you Ben?” She took a step towards him and for a moment he couldn’t stop her, for a moment he didn’t want to stop her.

“Stop it,” he said and he wanted to push her away but he couldn’t. Instead he stepped back but she just kept coming.

She stopped in front of him, her soft body pressed against his. He found that he couldn’t move. He felt her leg touching his but he refused to look down, that at least he could manage. “You could stay with me,” she said. “Keep me company.”

A part of him wanted to tell her that no, he didn’t want to stay with her, but another part realised that was a lie.

“We could have such good fun together you and I,” she said. She moved her head towards his, her lips brushed against his ear. “Wouldn’t you like that Ben?”

He reached for her waist, meaning to hold her close to him so that she could take him. Take his life with a bite to the neck that he welcomed. But when he touched her he found her cold. It was like holding a body that had been pulled from the river.

“You don’t need your wife,” she whispered, her mouth tracing kisses down his neck. Her cold lips and her cold body and he realised that he did, he did need Mary and he did need his boys.

He grabbed her waist hard and pushed her away.

She let out a squeal as she fell to the floor and the spell was broken. When he looked at her now he saw a dead girl who had been dressed in a funeral gown. Her skin was pale but blotchy, swollen as if she had been dragged from a watery death. Her eyes were sunken and her mouth a monsters hole full of teeth.

She also looked scared and that was the worst part of all.

Ben raised his crossbow. He said a prayer for her and then he pulled the trigger. She cried out in agony and surprise and before his eyes she changed.

He saw her whole life cycle, the one she would never have. She grew up and became beautiful, for a moment she was the woman he had imagined when he first arrived in the room. Then she was old but still beautiful in her way. Then she was ancient and crumbling and he could see her body rot before his eyes. She turned to ashes on the floor and then rose up from them as a terrible monstrous shape.

She cried out and the room shook. Rock fell from the ceiling onto the ground around him and he knew that if he didn’t get out soon he would be buried alive, down here with her forever. Just as she had wanted.

He pulled out the gun from his pocket and fired at her. She writhed and lunged for him but he was already moving, running back the way he had come. He needed to get to Mary and the boys, he needed Mary and the boys like he never had before.

She came after him but the ceiling was crashing down on both of them now. He dodged falling rocks and turned back to fire his wooden bullets at her. Mostly he hit her. She ket coming, the heavy rocks crashing into her, knocking her from side to side.The door he had come through was in sight. He turned meaning to shoot her again, because if she followed him into the tunnels she would catch him, no question, but he found that he didn’t need too.

It seemed like more of the ceiling was on the ground than above them and she was trapped. Screaming and scraping desperately at the floor but unable to move. He watched her try to change shape again but she couldn’t. If she could have turned into smoke it might have saved her.

Ben walked back towards her, dodging falling rocks that were now letting in streams of water. He stood above her and prayed to a god that he had never believed in. He aimed for her heart and without a hint of regret he delivered the killing blow.

He would have stayed and watched. Would have waited for her body to return to child size and even taken it with him to return to her family with his deepest regrets. But there was no time: water was now filling the chamber and if he didn’t get out now he would drown and be just as dead as she was.

Ben turned and started to run.

He scrambled through the tunnels, waded through the water that had already started to fill them and made it back to the bottom floor where the prison cells were. He didn’t see anyone in the holes and made it to the door, breathless and wet but grateful to be alive.

After

The village couldn’t be saved. Those who had been turned fell dead alongside their queen. A ceremony was held. Ben tried to remember his mother as she had been when he was younger, not as the woman who had been losing her mind and not as the woman who had handed him over to Nicholas.

The village couldn’t be saved. The water had sunk into the tunnels built beneath the dam, the decaying boats had sunk to the exposed river bed. Using the Robinson Crusoe they saved what they could which was more than enough for the hundred survivors.

The village couldn’t be saved. They made a new life together, boats on the river never staying anywhere for more than a single night.

Ben climbed on deck and saw Zack and Adam working the tiller between them. One reached up to move it while the other gave instructions for which way they should turn. Ben smiled at them and sat beside Mary.

She took his hand and smiled at him. The wind had made her cheeks red and he leaned towards her and kissed him. The village couldn’t be saved but perhaps the world could.

THE END

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James Loscombe
THE BITTER END

Escape

Arrival

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Love

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Death

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Fight

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