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The next day two of the survivors from the factory set off from the safety of the compound heading down to Issacs Hill then down Clee Road heading for Holten Le Clay, one in a flat bed lorry the other in a small six wheeled industrial crane. Passing the old Tesco supermarket that now stands derelict and disused. The petrol station now just a pile of rubble and ashes, the blast from the petrol tanks under the ground ripping through the back wall of Pets at Home. Continuing down… Continue

Dave wakes up sleepy from working late on the doors to a club the night before, he sits up and looks to his side seeing a young woman laid in his bed. Must of been a good night, can't remember a thing after closing hours, who is this woman he askes himself in the privacy of his own mind. Reaching for his cigs he knocks the clock from the bedside table, waking her up from her deep sleep as it crashes to the floor.

"Fancy a coffee darling?" he askes as the flame of his lighter tickles the… Continue