Free Zombie Dawn Exodus by Michael G. Thomas

work.
    Dave was harshly awoken by Graham, the driver from
one of the other vehicles the group used, it was 7.30am. He was
barely awake but the adrenaline was quickly bringing him to an
alert state. The zombie infested world had taught all of them that
laziness and slack living was a death-trap.
    “Dave, Dave, wake up!” shouted Graham.
    Graham was nearly sixty years old. He’d arrived at
the compound with his Land Rover Discovery a month after the
outbreak, everyone was surprised he’d survived alone all that time.
Graham was a widower used to living alone, and a highly practical
man, if not a true fighter.
    “What is it?” asked Dave.
    “Tommy and three others have taken Kate and the
Fourtrak driven off,” said Graham.
    “Where did they go?” asked Dave.
    “No idea, Kyle and Amy on the gates assumed they
were leaving for a genuine mission like always,” said Graham.
    “Shit!” shouted Dave.
    Dave was still mostly dressed in his clothes from
the night before as it was rarely warm enough to go to bed without
them. He leapt to his feet, slipped his boots on and ran
downstairs. The ground floor of the house was empty when breakfast
would usually be happening, something no man or woman would miss.
He could already hear a ruckus outside. He ran out of the front
door to see Roger and several others arguing.
    “What the hell’s going on here?” asked Dave.
    “Tommy, Richard, Brian and Chris have taken your
truck, and these idiots let them do it,” said Roger.
    “How were we supposed to know they weren’t allowed
out?” asked Amy.
    “Alright, alright. That doesn’t matter, how long ago
did this happen?” asked Dave.
    “About forty minutes ago,” said Jodie.
    “Shit, he could be anywhere by now!” said Dave.
    “Really? Surely you know what his intentions were?”
asked Roger.
    Dave thought about it. It was indeed true that he
had an idea, the conversation from the night before flooded back
into his head. The possibility that Tommy had been stupid enough to
go ahead with the idea was depressing, and to risk so many of the
survivors foolhardy and selfish.
    “There’s a supermarket about fifty miles from here,
he’s been raving about wanting to raid it for a while,” said
Dave.
    “Exactly,” said Roger.
    “Shit,” said Luke.
    Roger’s other right hand man had arrived on the
scene just seconds after Dave. Luke was a competent and reliable
fellow, but also a gun hoe one.
    “Let’s get after them and drag their arses back!”
shouted Luke.
    “No, we have no idea what they’ve got themselves
into, we have already lost four men and two vehicles today, let’s
not risk any others!” said Roger.
    “What if they need our help?” asked Jodie.
    “Then they’re probably in too much trouble for us to
assist them, either they come back here okay or not at all, it’s
out of our hands now,” said Roger.
    “This is bollocks,” said Dave.
    “Yes it is, Dave. But there’s nothing more we can do
about it without knowing more. None of us know how many survivors
there are in this world, but all of us are very aware that it’s a
very small number. The very survival of the human race is in
danger, and we cannot afford to take stupid risks,” said Roger.
    He was right, none of them wanted to condemn these
friends to their deaths but Roger had, as always, proven why he was
the right man to control the group. Roger didn’t have much in the
way of skills, but he was always cool headed no matter the
situation, his calculated thinking and nerve had got them all this
far.
    “Right, those not on watch get some breakfast, we
will pray for the four men but beyond that, life goes on,” said
Roger.
    The group broke apart and went about their morning
routine. The loss of the men and vehicles was weighing heavily on
all of their minds. The number of survivors was ever decreasing.
The only way for that to turn around would be for people to stop
being foolish, and of course for some to start having children.
There was