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good.’
    ‘ Thanks for everything, Clay,’ I said. ‘But we need to get back to our people. They’ll be worried.’
    ‘ Yeah, no worries. That’s cool. You got far to go?’
    ‘ No. Just around the corner and down the road – the old Martello tower.’
    ‘ Ah, yeah, I know it. Cool hideout,’ said Clay, nodding his head. ‘Many of you there?’
    ‘ Just five of us. And we’re not in the tower, that’s a bit of a shell inside. We’re in the caravans next to it, but, yeah, it’s not a bad spot. You’re welcome to come with us,’ I said. ‘You don’t have to be alone.’
    Clay ran a hand over his mop of frizzy black hair, flattening it for a moment, only for it to ping back up as he moved his hand away. ‘Nah. Thanks for the offer and everything but I’m a lone warrior, you know?’ I thought I detected the look of someone who’d just said, ‘It’s OK, you have the last biscuit’, while hoping the other person would respond with, ‘No, no you have it’, instead of ‘Great, thanks’ before scoffing it greedily. But not really knowing him, I couldn’t be sure if I read him right.
    ‘OK. But you know where we are if you change your mind.’
    ‘ Yeah. Appreciate it … but I tried that shit before – being part of a team. Didn’t end well. I’m better off on my own. No attachments, you got me?’
    ‘Hey!’ I shouted through the fence panel when we arrived back at camp.
    Kay bounded over from the roaring camp fire to let us in. ‘What the fuck happened to you lot?’ she asked, looking from Sean to Misfit, to Sean again. She twiddled with a lock of her blonde, bobbed hair before shutting and locking the fence panel.
    ‘Long story,’ I said, as the three of us staggered into camp alongside Kay.
    ‘Sweetie, what’s happened?’ asked Charlotte and she sprung over towards Misfit.
    ‘We had an accident. A car crash. Misfit got badly hurt but Sean helped us to escape some zombies. I’ll tell you the rest later,’ I said, and turning to Misfit I added, ‘I think you should go and lay down.’
    ‘I’m OK.’
    ‘No you’re not. You were unconscious for quite a while, you need to rest. Come on.’ I tugged on Misfit’s elbow in order to get him to move towards his caravan.
    ‘I’d best be off,’ said Sean.
    I looked at him struggling to stay on his feet. ‘No. You should stay here tonight,’ I said. ‘It’s getting dark and you need to get some rest too. Stay. It’s the least we can do to say thank you for today.’
    Sean opened his mouth to say something but the sound of an approaching bike engine cut him off. The sound grew louder until a bike pulled up outside the fence and the engine cut out. Two leather-clad figures climbed off the bike and removed their helmets. ‘Who are they?’ asked Sean, while Stewart trotted off to let them in.
    ‘That’s Soph and Chris. They live in a place a little way down the road,’ I said as Soph and Chris marched into camp towards us.
    ‘I really should …’ began Sean. I saw him put a hand to his head and his legs wobbled beneath him. Kay grabbed his arm to keep him upright.
    ‘Take him to my old room and make him sleep,’ I said to her as I turned and walked towards our visitors. Misfit and Charlotte followed me, and Stewart joined us once he had locked the fence panel. ‘What’s up?’ I asked glancing from Chris to Soph.
    ‘It’s Lucy,’ began Soph – Lucy was one of the survivors that lived at St Andrews, a big block of flats at The Durlocks where my wedding that never was took place. ‘She went out on a supply run yesterday and didn’t come back.’
    ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ I said, being no stranger to losing friends out there.
    ‘No,’ said Chris. ‘That’s not it. We found her, today – well, her body – in the alley behind St Andrews. She was murdered.’
    ‘What? You mean bitten …’
    ‘No, Sophie,’ Chris continued, ‘I mean murdered. By a human.’

Entry Eight
    I lay on the sofa beside Misfit in his