Plague Of The Revenants
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“A fine time you picked to show up,” I muttered casually, trying to disguise how relieved I was to see her.
“Just a shame I almost missed the party,” sighed Kit.
“They’ll be others,” I laughed.
“What about the others?” Demanded Kit.
“Unharmed along with all the slaves,” I told her. “All the slaves freed and all the guys either dead, turned or at best running for their very lives from all the pitfalls the post-apocalyptic countryside has to offer, and good riddance to them.”
“Do you think we’re in the clear?” Asked Kit.
“Not by a long shot,” I laughed. “But we’ve given ourselves a chance and survived another day, and in this new world that really is all you can hope to do. We’ve got quite a mix of survivors to pick through and with the amount of salvageable weapons around here we could build ourselves quite an army.”
“What about supplies?” Asked Kit. “Where are we going to put so many people.”
“Problems for another day,” I said softly, looking back towards the burning racecourse and all the chaos I had created.
“Have we done the wrong thing?” Asked Kit. “We’ve hardly got a palace to offer them, just a site overrun with revenants, a few potatoes and rabbits.”
“Better than being slaves,” I replied. “And we can rebuild. We’ve got the vans and the equipment right here. All being well we should be able to mine this place for a good few months before it runs dry. The only question is where do we go from here?”
Kit smiled. “What do you say you and I go and take back that church from the revenants?”
“What?” I asked. “All by ourselves?”
“Of course,” said Kit, revving the engine of the motorbike and nodding for me to get on behind her. “God knows we’ve been through worse than this.”