Free Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book 2): February by Dave Rowlands Page A

saying that we have food, plenty to share, and we would be more than happy for them to come and stay with us, as long as they're willing to work with us for the good of us all.  Or else they can stay out here, in the snow and ice, with the Dead lusting for their flesh.
     
     
     
    evening
     
    Having swiftly acceded to our request that they disarm, the new people had Doctor and Nurse give them a once over.  A bone, broken a couple of days before, required rebreaking and resetting, some members of one or the other of the two groups had minor cuts and abrasions that needed tending to, but there were no bites among them at all, thankfully.
     
     
     
    We herded them inside, men and women of varying descriptions, made sure they ate something, and gave them a large area on the floor below us.  One pointed out that it felt like he was being held prisoner, Redbeard assuring him toothily through his beard that he had dealt with that same situation, and that they'd get their weapons back eventually.  Or they could have them all back right now and fuck off back to the surface.  The Colonel followed them below, reappearing half an hour later, after having answered their questions to the best of her ability.  She fumed.  The two groups distrusted each other, and us as well.  Neither was sure whether they distrusted each other more, or us, though from the look on The Colonel's face, we were more suspicious simply because we were inside The Think Tank in the first place.  That meant, to them, that clearly we could have had something to do with releasing whatever had happened to the world.  Especially, according to one particularly paranoid member of one of the groups, as we were clearly under military control.
     
     
     
    As I gathered supplies for my pack for our journey to Melbourne, Apocalypse Girl joined me, expressing doubt as to whether the newcomers could be trusted.  I told her that The Colonel could handle any problems that might arise, and that the important part, for us at least, was to either make certain Coppers family, mother, father and sister, were Living and safe, or Dead and dead.  We had photos, an address, at least we had a place to start.
     

February 14th Year 1 A.Z.
     
    morning
     
    No sooner than we had bolted down a swift breakfast than we went topside, to the helipad.  Junior waited impatiently for Apocalypse Girl, Redbeard and myself to ascend the stairs.  He grinned like a total idiot when we reached him, but I also felt it, it was good to be on the move once again.  Now we just had to wait for Pilot...
     
     
     
    He was not long arriving, with The Colonel and Firecracker in tow.  We loaded our packs into the chopper, and Firecracker took time to thank us for saving her group.  She went on to warn us that not all survivors are alike.  Some will want to join us, some will just shoot on sight.  The Colonel made sure that Apocalypse Girl had not just her phone, but chargers as well.  We may find working vehicles, or an area that still has electricity.  She had charged it fully before leaving, and was planning on only turning it on to check in with The Think Tank in order to save battery life.  I warned Firecracker that I did not entirely trust the new people, and to keep an eye on them.  She nodded, replying that neither did she, and that they would certainly watch out.
     
     
     
    Pilot told us that he could get us, in about two days of flight time, to a lonely, secluded farm that lay on a side road just off from the main highway leading into Melbourne itself.  He said that within two to three days of walking we should arrive at the city itself.  He handed us a map with the location of The Think Tank marked in red pen, the path with the least traffic obstructions marked in blue.  If we were alone on the way back, we should head back to the farm and get in touch with The Think Tank with Apocalypse Girl's mobile, the map was in the event that we found a large enough group of friendly