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Several hours of slow, stop-start work, and the group on the south bank were finally ready to begin the main task of the day. Although the docks were by no means impenetrable, they’d managed to wheel enough vehicles into place to block the most obvious access routes. Allison had also had success. She’d found a decent sized skiff she could paddle up and down the dock. It had an outboard motor which would have alerted the dead for miles; she decided she’d row instead. The activity felt calming and somehow strengthening. They’d so far mitigated the dangers this morning, though the peace around Surrey Quays felt fragile and misleading.
They divided into two groups. Vicky, Ruth, and Rich took the footpath under the road and started moving more cars to secure a route from the store to the w
