Chapter EightSteel walls rose high over the small service entrance to the camping store. A roller door separated the area from the street beyond, stretching up to the roofline of the building. The only other access was the door set into the corrugated iron, the echo of growls reverberating through the thin metal and into the small concrete yard. Sarah and James could just hear the monotone voice of the emergency message from the radio they had turned up loud by the front door. Walking softly, James moved over to the small door and peeked through the narrow crack. He was back just as quickly, eyes wide and breath quick.
‘There must be hundreds of them out there!’ he gasped out. ‘Not all of them were pulled to the front; heaps of them are on the street pressed right up against the walls! We
