Though the first few streets were precarious, the water still wheel-deep, they were clear again once they had got back onto the A1. After that, they made progress with newfound speed that would have seemed incomprehensible just a short while earlier. Though the cleansing effect of the floodwaters hadn’t reached far beyond the very centre of Knottingley, it didn’t matter. The dead had been badly affected by the extreme weather conditions of the last week. The cold, the snow, the permafrost, the sudden thaw, the torrential rains... they’d all combined to wreak havoc on the undead monsters. Their decaying flesh, already barely enough to keep holding their sagging, corrupted bodies together, was now weaker still. For the first time, the dead appeared vulnerable. Some had been reduced to little
