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Death never felt far away these days, but yesterday evening, standing on the back of that truck, surrounded by attacking corpses, David had felt it right at his shoulder. Even now, more than twelve hours later, he’d barely stopped shaking. When he heard about Holly, he wanted to nail his hotel room shut and lock himself away permanently.
Fortunately, Marianne had her foot in the door. ‘If you think I’m leaving you up here on your own to wallow, you can think again,’ she said, and she dragged him downstairs to get food.
The queue snaked away from the front of the restaurant on the edge of Trinity Square. It was a grand, formal-looking building with a formerly impressive frontage that was now mucky and unkempt, once-white columns smeared with dirt. The cobbles out front were a mass of
