Excerpt: Today's Title is: Argh! Zombies!

Excerpt from Chapter Two:

They loaded up Jake and they had just picked him up when the shutters at the large main entrance suddenly shook with a monstrously loud noise; someone was shaking and hitting the shutters.

‘Aaarrrrgghh’ came the noise from whoever was outside. The group had all jumped at the sudden, unexpected noise and Nigel had nearly dropped his side of the stretcher holding Jake.

‘What’s that?’ Nigel asked with a quiver in his voice.

‘Can someone go and find out while we keep on moving Jake?’ Brian asked, addressing the whole group. Everyone just looked back at him without moving a muscle. ‘Someone? Anyone?’ he asked again.

‘Erm… why don’t you go and look?’ piped up one of the back room boys.

‘Fine’ said Brian, putting the stretcher down. ‘There’s nothing to be worried about, the rest of us are all ok aren’t we?’ He walked over to the shutter which was still shaking and banging.

‘Aaarrrrgghh’ he heard again from the other side of the shutters.

‘Hello?’ he called out through the shutters.

‘Aaarrrrgghh’ came the reply.

‘Is someone there? We’ve had to close the store’ Brian called out through the shutter again.

‘Aaarrrrgghh’ came the reply again. ‘Why are you closed? I need some medicine for my wife!’ The group in the store breathed an audible sigh of relief though Brian didn’t understand what they could have been expecting that they could be scared of; it was obviously someone who wanted to come in.
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Excerpt from the very end of Chapter Three:

The camera on the helicopter started to zoom in as there was a wave of fast movement spreading through the crowd. When the camera was close enough to see what was happening, it was worse than anything Brian could have ever prepared himself to see. The pale, lifeless bodies of the sick were all beginning to stand and were grabbing the healthy people around them and biting flesh from their bodies. The people were so tightly packed in that they didn’t have a chance against them as the sick surrounding them on the ground all began to rise and attack.
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Excerpt from the start of Chapter Eight:

Finsbury Park station stood in front of them with every available space approaching the station filled with people. Everyone seemed to be shouting at each other and pushing each other, although this wasn’t helping the crowd at all. People were scared and they needed to feel like they were doing something; it was the helplessness of the situation which led to people squabbling with the person next to them for no reason at all.

Brian, Jed and Amber approached the crowd, exhausted from so much walking and desperate to know they were doing something to get out of London. Before they really knew it, they were in the midst of the crowd, though how they became completely surrounded by people Brian wasn’t quite sure. Feeling a little trapped, he eyed the people around his suspiciously; none of them looked ill so Brian surmised they were safe here, and in actual fact this was probably a time when there was indeed safety in numbers, a statement he didn’t usually agree with due to the stupidity of ‘people’ contrary to the intelligence of a ‘person’.
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Excerpt from Chapter Ten:

At about twenty to nine, a young man dressed in a suit burst through the doors of the church. His suit had been ripped and his left shoulder was covered in blood as his left arm hung limply at his side. The packed church gasped as he came through the door clumsily, followed by a strong gust of wind which blew a scattering of leaves into the church as well.

The man came into the church a few paces and then fell to his knees on the cold, stone floor. He put his right hand down on the floor in front of him to take his weight and he cried out in pain and anguish.