Walking up close to the hedge I called to the three black men on the other side: ‘Hey you guys what is going on?’
The men let out a long low growl that sounded like some bunch of sick wild dogs and they pushed hard against the hedge. ‘Hey waz up bros?’ I called out taunting them.
They responded by reaching out desperately with their arms as if they wanted to grab hold of me but could not work out I was out of their reach. From the short distance we were from them, we could smell the stale recognizable stench of death.
I pointed the shotgun at the nearest zombie’s face and blew it off. He fell to the floor. The other two zombies screamed and instantly lurched forward, desperately trying to get at me. Two consecutive shots rang out and they both fell dead to the ground.
We jumped straight back into the car and drove sitting silently the short distance back to Old Church House. At home Craig said in an accusing tone: ‘I thought you said that you were going to avoid all conflict.’
I replied: ‘Yes but tonight I changed my mind.’