‘ Not going anywhere, ’ he says, and he pushes the man away. He tries to move towards Anna again, but the nearer he gets, the more she recoils. She ’ d rather be with them than with me , he realises. She ’ d choose the dead over me now .
And in a fit of barely controlled anger, Keith wrestles himself free then swings the useless gun around and uses it to club the survivor on the side of the face. The man yells out and staggers back, blood pouring from a gash on his forehead, and his noise appears to revitalise the dead yet again. Almost as one they change direction and head for him. His colleagues immediately see the danger and begin their retreat.
Anna ’ s leaving with them.
Keith grabs the shovel from outside the bungalow and swings it at the nearest few cadavers, carving a path throu
