Dead Beat by Remy Porter & Iain McKinnon

Author:Remy Porter & Iain McKinnon [Porter, Remy & McKinnon, Iain]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror
ISBN: 9780956373366
Google: LL1oSwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0956373364
Barnesnoble: 0956373364
Goodreads: 8606316
Publisher: Wild Wolf Publishing
Published: 2010-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

Bill steered a police panda car down the rutted track that followed the beach. Arthur sat in the passenger seat studying a torn piece of paper on which Johnny had scrawled a rudimentary map. ‘Serious Killing of Undead Life,’ had been Arthur’s idea. S.K.U.L. was born out of his love of making up sayings to help him remember things. Arthur chuckled at the thought that he and Bill had come a long way from playing Sudoku in bed on rainy Sunday mornings in their basement flat. He’d lost count now of how many houses they’d cleared, and how many of those rotting things they’d put down.

Arthur glanced onto a back seat dirty with mud and the iron red staining of old blood. On the seat was their arsenal of weapons, which now ranged from machetes to crowbars and sawn-off shotguns. Their favourites were still intact, two thick bladed daggers with white ivory handles. Between them they’d perfected a counter attacking move where a zombie comes forward to be parried and spun just enough for the blade to come crashing through the back of its head. Arthur felt, when he stood side by side with Bill, they were invincible.

The rutted track moved onto two undulating strips of concrete that took them to where the caravans started. Just as Johnny had described, they were crusted with mosses and lichens. Some of them looked like they had been abandoned for years. Arthur started to count the caravans on the left side. This was going to be one of the last SKUL jobs for a long time, retirement beckoned. The houses in the village were all clear, and nobody had reported a zombie loose inside the fence line for weeks. Their work was done, or it had been until Johnny remembered this little caravan park. He had told them, ‘why don’t you guys go down there and do a little recce and then we’ll all go down tomorrow.’ But recces weren’t really their style, Arthur knew they were here to do some old fashioned zombie bashing.

‘Do you think that’s the one?’ Bill said.

‘That’s the one,’ Arthur replied. He could see the grand lace curtains. It had to be.

They flung the grubby florescent police stab-proof vests over their heads and pulled the heavy leather gloves on. Bill and Arthur went instinctively for the daggers, and then smiled and swapped when they realised they’d picked each others up. Taking some deep breaths Arthur went up to the side window with a torch. The static caravan was on blocks too high to look in directly, so he stood on a large plant pot and wobbled.

Arthur shone the torch into the murk and started to make out various objects inside. The window looked into the lounge area with a pull-out table, the cushions on the semi-circle of seating were dislodged and on the floor. Some food was on the table, and the floor had all the tell tale signs of a massive disturbance, with cutlery and glass smashed all over the brown carpet.

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