Free Zombielandia by Lee Wade

nearby. We were quite exposed where we were. But this also had the advantage that we could see anything approaching us from quite some way away and so we had a chance to prepare.
    Then we saw them coming. Becky spotted them first, they weren’t rotters, and they were in vehicles, four wheel drive vehicles by the looks of it. I counted three of them altogether and they came at us at quite some speed. This may have explained the lack of rotters we’d encountered so far in such a large built up area.
    BANG, BANG, BANG! They were taking out any stray rotters that they came across, but they were clearly heading in our direction along the road that was blocking the waterway in front of us. I alerted the three guys on the boats. I just prayed that the rest of our group stayed put, we had told them not to come out, no matter what they heard.
    Becky and I hid out of site in the small building, but where we could see what was going on. The three vehicles pulled up on the road at the point that it spanned the canal, so they were directly above the slowly descending boats, looking down on them.
    Chapter Thirty Seven
    They all got out of their vehicles at the same time. They were all armed with what looked like shot guns and rifles. There were Ten of them altogether, from what we could see anyway, both male and female, all pointing their guns directly at our guys on the boats below them. They were dressed head to toe in camouflage gear and looked pretty pissed off to see our guys.
    Hey, what you Fuckers doing in our river? One of them shouted in a broad Scottish accent.
    Ken answered back, we don’t want any trouble, we are just trying to find somewhere safe to stay, we just want passage through the lock and we’ll be on our way.
    How many of you Fuckers are in there? He shouted back. There cannae just be you three ugly bastards, I wanna see everyone up top now!
    There’s just the three of us. Ken replied. honestly.
    Three!? What the fuck would three morons like you be doing on your own with four boats?
    Fair point, I thought to myself. I wondered how Ken was going to explain that one.
    We’re on our way to Falkirk, were hoping to meet up with friends there and then were heading up north to hopefully find an island to settle on. Ken replied.
    Don’t fucking lie to me you Southern twat. Get the rest of those bastards up on deck now or no one is gannin anywhere! Why the fucking hell do you fuckers think you can use wor river, gan through wor fucking town and using wor fucking fuel to do it?! I wanna see all you bastards now!
    I loved how the Scottish managed to use obscenities in almost every sentence!
    It’s just us three. Ken shouted, Why would I lie?
    BANG! Ken fell to the deck, they had shot him! They’d shot Ken, oh my God!
    David and Paul hit the deck and started to fire back. They managed to hit one of them and they fell from the road and into the water below. Then all hell broke loose. Everyone on the road was firing at our two guys on the boats below. Becky and I felt useless, what were we going to do with a boat hook and an axe, all we could do was stay put and we hoped that we’d be able to get back to the cottages at some point to warn the rest of the group. We had been warned on the Somerset that it was people we needed to be more afraid of than rotters. I hadn’t believed that until that point.
    It must have been the noise from the pumps and the gun fire, but we hadn’t heard the vehicle coming up the tow path from Bowling until they opened fire from it with machine guns. The rest of the gang on the road were dead almost instantly, their shot guns and rifles were no match for the automatic weapons in the vehicle on the tow path.
    We hadn’t been able to see who had been firing from where we were hiding in the building. We heard the vehicle pull up outside and voices shouting towards the boats. They knew the guy’s names! David! Paul! You guys alright down there?
    Oh my God! It was Lia and another sash from the