Free Zombie Dawn Apocalypse by Michael G. Thomas

wait it out here, hoping Dave and his guys are alive and can help us out. We can try and fight them ourselves, or we can make a break for the jetty and take a boat.”
    “But we have no idea if help is coming, not enough ammunition to fight, and nowhere to go even if we get to a boat,” said Katy.
    “Hey, I didn’t say they were ideal, I said they were our options!” shouted Roger.
    “Jesus Christ, we’re fucked,” Derek said.
    “Quite possibly yes,” said Roger.
    The couple went silent, thinking about the crappy options that lay before them.
    “I cannot believe that after ten years of survival that this is what it has come to, what did we do wrong?” asked Katy.
    “I say we make a break for my house, at least we will have the weapons we need to fight back,” said Roger.
    “And if we don’t make it?” asked Derek.
    “Then we go down fighting. The longer we wait here the larger the horde will get and the less chance we have of breaking out.”
    “Alright, at least that’s a plan,” said Katy.
    “Right, I’ll take the shotgun and the Glock , you take a revolver each, and keep onto those tools you have, they will probably be needed,” said Roger.
    The three survivors picked up their weapons and got everything in order.
    “You ready?” asked Roger.
    “Yeah,” said Katy.
    “Remember now, no hesitation, when I open that door we give them hell, and keep at it until we can get free.”
    “Okay,” said Derek.
    Roger stood in front of the big door with the shotgun by his side in his left hand and the glock aimed at the doorway, Katy was beside him. Derek slid the bolt across, the weight of the creatures flung it open.
    “Fire!” screamed Roger.

CHAPTER 6
     

    The March, United Kingdom

    Nothing could have prepared Nick and Artur for the scene that awaited them along the eastern wall. This part of the town hadn’t faced trouble in several years, and for some unknown reason a large horde was already at the wall, battering at the stone walls and wooden gate. Gunfire rained down onto the attackers, but the weapons appeared to have little effect on such massive numbers.
    As Nick and Artur dismounted the ten men from the mobile reserve arrived, they’d obviously spotted the signal at the same time. The men stood for a moment, assessing the situation. Gary, the ex-policeman, saw the problem first.
    “There, part of the wall has collapsed!” he shouted before running to the problem area.
    He was right. The tall medieval wall had a breach about six feet wide and in the gap a small number of militia were bravely trying to hold back the horde.
    “Come on, get in there!” shouted Nick as they rushed to the spot.
    Several bodies were on the ground by the time they reached the breach. Gary was already in the breach, swinging his mace and protecting himself with his riot shield. Each swing brought another zombie down. Five more of the reserve jumped in hacking and slashing at the monsters that were trying to get inside. Nick pulled back one of the original defenders.
    “Use the rubble from behind,” he pointed at the demolished houses and shops, “and get this hole filled.”
    The man nodded and ran to enlist the aid of several more people to help move the materials. Nick moved back to the breach and joined in, his tough metal blade proving the perfect weapon for such a fight. As he swung his blade he called to Artur .
    “Get guns on the walls and drive the zombies back, we need to give them time to repair the breach,” he called and Artur moved off to carry out the plan.  
    Two of the reserves appeared with a slightly burnt door and moved it into the breach, pushing the zombies back.
    “Forward!” shouted Nick, as the small group pushed, forcing the zombies back and outside the wall.  
    Gunfire from the wall rained down, slightly reducing the numbers moving to the gap. A massive blast from one of the hook guns created a large dent in the bodies. Dropping the door down in front the men crowded around