Pickle and Jamie watched KP and David talking to one another and he winked at Janine. "I think this will do for a while."
"We could have stayed in the pub for a few more nights," Janine snorted.
"There was only enough food in that kitchen for another day. And what happens if we were trapped? Where would yer run to?" Pickle looked around the spacious Stile Cop area and took a large breath in. "Up here, we stand a better chance of survival and there's more options to escape, if we really had to."
Pickle walked over to the driver's side of the Renault Clio that was already open, and peered into the car and gave Davina and Isobel a friendly smile. Davina looked at Pickle nervously as he spoke. "I suppose yer wondering why we've turned up in that big ole van?"
Davina never looked at Pickle and made the remark. "You escaped from prison?"
Pickle smacked his lips together and nodded once. "Yes, but we mean no one any harm. We just want to survive like everyone else."
Davina gave her daughter the last spoonful of cold macaroni and cheese; Isobel winced every time she swallowed the cold substance. Davina sighed, "We'll probably be leaving soon, so we won't be in your way."
"There's no need for that." Pickle glared at Davina's short brown hair; she was very attractive, despite that she donned no make-up. It looked like she suffered from sleep deprivation, and her breath was malodorous, probably from the lack of hydration or not cleaning her teeth for a while.
"Everything okay?" David Pointer walked over and Pickle stood up and turned to face the lucky man that was married to Davina.
Pickle looked at the slight man of average height, his dark hair needed a wash. Pickle said, "Listen…David."
David raised his eyebrows.
Continued Pickle, "There's no need for you and yer family to leave. It's bad out there, and it's only gonna get worse. We have plenty o' food, water, we have toilet roll, soap, toothbrushes."
"I could rustle you up a cooked chicken salad right now," Janine interjected with a warm smile. She felt empathy for the frightened family.
David looked over to Davina and they both smiled.
"We were just going to stay here a little while," David tried to explain.
"Well," Pickle said. "I think this place is perfect. We have a van full o' fuel, food and water, and we're at the highest point of the area. We couldn't be any safer."
"We could be in a secure house." David smiled thinly.
"Being in a house, means being in a populated area. And being in a populated area—"
"And we have guns." Jamie pulled out the Browning out from his trouser belt.
Pickle smiled at the family. "But we're not very good with 'em."
Jamie stood next to Pickle and said softly, "We're gonna have to think about getting a itinerary made up; someone needs to keep watch round the clock."
"Good idea." Pickle nodded. "As harsh as it may sound, I think we'll use the van to temporarily block the entrance off. It's not just for those crazies out there; it's also for any more travellers that may want to use this place as a base." Pickle turned to David Pointer. "No offence to you and yer family, David, but I think we have enough mouths to feed now."
David looked over to where KP was standing and looked back at Pickle.
"Don't worry about him," Pickle spoke with assurance. "He's not good with new company, plus, we lost someone only minutes ago and it was horrific to see. But yer probably have seen worse than us. There's one more of us in the back o' the van, but he's a little ill. Stress…probably."
"What do we do when the stuff runs out?" David asked, referring to the supplies Pickle had been speaking about.
Pickle shrugged his shoulders; he didn't have an answer to the question, as he wasn't looking that far forward. He was living his life, from now on, day by day. He could understand why David was so concerned though. He had a daughter; he wanted to see her grow up and live a normal life—whatever normal would mean from now on. Pickle looked over to Jamie for support.
Jamie responded, "We get some more, until the supermarket is cleared."
David asked, "And once it's cleared?"
"We go to another, and another," Jamie smiled with confidence, but was becoming a little agitated with David's realistic concern.
"And when the fuel dries up? And the shops are empty?"
Pickle laughed and patted David on his back due to his lack of optimism. "Then we get ourselves some crossbows or make some bow and arrows and start hunting deer, like we used to when we were young boys. Don't worry about tomorrow, live for today. Take each day as it comes if yer can. Today we're still alive and have food, there're others out there who are in a worse situation than we're in right now."
"Anyway." It was Jamie's turn to speak. "It'll probably be over by then."
"Probably," was the negative response from David Pointer. He didn't have the optimism that the new people shared, but was glad of the extra food and felt even better when he saw them carrying weapons. Not only did his family have food now, but there was security as well."
Half of Pickle's body went into the Clio, and as he reached over to the opened glove compartment, he pulled out a mobile that he had spotted.
Davina was affronted by Pickle's cheek, but this was a man who had a crew carrying guns with a van full of food. He wasn't somebody she should upset; she needed to keep Pickle sweet for the sake of her daughter. Pickle looked at the phone.
"Could yer get a signal up here?"
"Sometimes," Davina answered. "Trouble is, it drains the battery."
"Tell me about it. It's flat." He placed it back into the glove compartment, and then he joked to Jamie. "I take it, Stile Cop doesn't have WiFi."
"Excuse me, Harry," Davina spoke from the back of the car.
"Yes, treacle."
"Do you think me and my daughter could use some shampoo, a toothbrush and some toothpaste if you have any? Don't worry about water, we won't need good drinking water to wash, there's a brook in the woods not far from here."
"Of course yer can."
"Thank you, mister," Isobel spoke at last. "My teeth are beginning to hurt."
Pickle looked perplexed and Davina explained to him that if ever Isobel forgot to brush her teeth, her teeth would start to ache.
Pickle stared at the little girl; her hair was golden and had the biggest beautiful eyes, like saucers.
"I'll get what you need," Janine spoke, and walked to the back of the van, and then put some products under her arm. She came back and leaned over to Davina. "I have other things available if you need them." Janine winked. Davina shook her head, as she didn't know what Janine was getting at.
Janine sighed comically, "Woman stuff."
"Oh, right." Davina snickered a little. "I'm okay for now, I think I have another two weeks before I need to worry about that."
"Where is this brook?" Pickle quizzed and took out his Browning. "You two are not going in there alone."
"I'll go with them," David insisted. "They're my family."
Pickle laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, Mr. Pointer. I wasn't inside for rape if that's what yer were thinking. I tell you what; all four of us should go. Janine, Jamie and KP can get the barbecue started."
David looked at Pickle with surprise.
Said Pickle, "Oh yeah, we have a barbecue as well." He bent over and playfully squeezed the cheek of Isobel. "We'll get this little one a proper meal, not cold beans or macaroni out of a can."
Isobel’s' face beamed with excitement, even though she had just eaten. "Can I have a beefburger?"
"You can have whatever yer want, darling?"
The group of four, being David's family and Pickle, began their small journey into the woods and Pickle informed KP that they would be fifteen minutes at the most. They walked away from the sandy area where the van and car was parked.
David Pointer turned around before entering the woods and could see KP staring at him. KP wasn't happy that there were more mouths to feed, and David Pointer knew
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Chapter Thirty Nine
An anxious Gary Jenson, crept from his new cell back to his old cell and began to pig out on a couple of sandwiches. He grabbed a plastic bottle of coke and walked back to his H sixty-seven cell; his eyes were staring at the slider, making sure he wasn't being watched by the two thugs.
It took a while before the mastication process could be finished, as he had put too much bread into his mouth. He tried to speed it up by taking a swig of the coke, which moistened the ball of food, which he then managed to swallow with ease.
He was in two minds again whether to stay or jump the fence. It seemed far more dangerous outside, but at least if his life was in danger, he would have somewhere to run, but now that the entrance slider was open, he didn't seem to have a choice.
He sat down on his bed and flicked the kettle for another drink of coffee. Realising he had left his mug on the ground floor of the wing, he got to his feet and pulled out another cup from his shelf and put the generous spoonful of coffee into the mug with a splash of milk. He turned on the radio and found that the original station where the information had come from, the one that caused the mass panic on the wings, was no longer working.
He fiddled with his radio and managed to find a station, but the language was in French. He turned the dial very slowly and managed to get another reception, this time it sounded like an American station, either that or it was an American host on a British station.
For the first minute, Gary couldn't make out what was being said. Gary didn't know whether it was live or a recording on a loop. The crackle infuriated him a little, but considering where he was, it was a miracle he could get a signal in the first place. He thought about going outside, but the sound of the individual on the radio would only be drowned out by the screams and wails of the prisoners from house block one, demanding and begging to be let out.
He stuck his ear to the speaker of the small radio and realised he had missed the beginning of the programme, and it sounded like the host was interviewing a so-called expert on why the pandemic was happening.
He couldn't make out the remains of the answer to whatever the last question was and listened out for the host's next question. The person being grilled was a Professor of Sciences from Edinburgh University.
By listening to the next question, it appeared to Gary that the interview was in its early stages.
Host: "So do we know what caused the virus?"
Professor: "They don't know. The same answer to the question: How was the universe created? Why do we yawn? Does the G spot exist? They don't really know, but are sometimes too arrogant to admit they don't know themselves. But we understand that the first recording of an attack, as such, was the first week in June in the Northern Institute for Cancer Research, in Newcastle."
Host: "Which countries are affected?"
Professor: "They're guessing that the virus is mainly in the UK, although pockets of the virus has been reported in other countries thanks to aviation, such as France, Germany and New York, as well as Dubai. Everyone from Russia, China, or India are in a state of sheer panic and paranoia. There are reports that China, Russia, Belarus and Poland have already put up borders, but we'll see what happens."
Host: "What about our army?"
Professor: (laughs) "Our army is not even the top ten biggest in the world, which is not great. We have nearly two hundred thousand personnel. Even the army of Thailand, Vietnam, Turkey, Egypt and Brazil are bigger than ours. We also need to take into account that some of them are still overseas, and others may have fled to be with their families. Two hundred thousand army personnel to protect sixty million UK citizens is a tall order."
Host: "Will we get help?"
Professor: "In a word, no. Is anyone giving France or any other countries help? So what makes us so special? Countries are scared of the virus getting into their own land. To be perfectly honest, I think it's going to be hard for the world to contain this, as it's probably already a global threat thanks to aviation."
Host: "What are these creatures called?"
Professor: "There are various terms, and nicknames. The so-called experts basically called them "things" but I've heard all kinds of names in such a short space of time. Ghouls, Deadheads and Snatchers—short for Bodysnatchers. I suppose it's like asking the question, what do you call the USA? Is it the USA? United Stated of America? The United States? America? or North America? Is it Britain? Great Britain? United Kingdom? Or the UK?"
Host: (sighs impatiently) "How are they killed?"
Professor: "If you stab or shoot at them in the body, it won't do a jot. They bleed dark liquid because they're technically dead. It's the brain that keeps them moving. If you penetrate their head and damage the brain, it will cause the same damage as if you attack a human. That's the only part of their body that's still alive."
Host: "So really, they're alive?"
Professor: "No, they're dead, they have no heartbeat. Although the brain is still working, it has been ravaged by the virus."
Host: "How many people are affected?"
Professor: "We all are!"
Host: (sighs) "How many people are INfected?"
Professor: "No one knows yet, but I'm guessing that there are possibly a few million in the UK. At the moment, there are probably millions of survivors in the UK. Think about the families that have barricaded themselves in their houses and army personnel having to remain in their barracks. Because the news broke on a Saturday and Sunday, most people, thankfully, were at home. If this had happened during the week, with every one at work, getting taxis, trains, children in schools, etc, it would be carnage to the extreme."
Host: "So there's a lot of hope for people?"
Professor: "Well, this is the easy bit. It'll be interesting to see what happens once the food and drink supply runs out. It may take weeks, months, once the food has gone from every household. Those who are brave enough to go outside and loot the shops for more food will survive longer, provided they don't get caught by one of them, but once the supermarkets have been stripped bare, what happens next? I think it's fair to say the suicide rate in the UK will rocket in the next couple of months. Also, if these things don't die out in the next few months, then some people will starve to death."
Host: "What about food aid from other countries? Is this where our army can be useful and deliver food to quarantined places?"
Professor: "It will be happening in the near future. Supplies will only being dropped in quarantined areas in London, but we know of other quarantined places in Manchester, Birmingham and Cardiff. Then it's up to us to spread it evenly across the UK. Can't see it somehow, there's too many mouths to feed in London alone, and probably not all countries will come together and help us out. There would be too much fear of entering our air space, plus, we're hardly the most popular nation in the world, are we?"
Host: "What's the government doing?"
Professor: (laughs) "Nothing. They're hiding, probably underground or somewhere where there is a huge military presence, having a nice roast beef dinner as we speak. I can see there will be a lot of the food supplies heading their way. Some sources claim that the Prime Minister has left the country, nice eh? Everyone is scared. No one knows what's going on. Russia could nuke France right now, and no one would give a hoot, apart from the French, because this contamination is so big, it's the only thing people are thinking and worried about."
Host: "Any reaction from our allies overseas?"
Professor: "Oh yes! They're showing huge concern." (There was sarcasm in the professor's voice).
Host: "That's it?"
Professor: "That’s it!"
Host: "We're hearing a lot of planes have been grounded, is this a safety precaution?"
Professor: "Of course, just think if you're on business or on holiday in Scotland or England, and you're scratched or bit and you fly to the USA or India. They reckon that's how it spread to London. Also, local flights were turning up at Heathrow and Gatwick, with possibl
e infected people. Then people were falling into comas and being transported to hospitals across the capital; you can guess the rest. By the time they decided to ground all flights, it was too late; people were getting bitten in crowded airports. There was also reports of a train load of infected spilling out on Kings Cross."
Host: "Isn't the virus already in America?"
Professor: "An outbreak occurred on a flight heading to New York. The Captain announced that panicky passengers were banging the cockpit door to get in; he made an emergency landing. They thought it was terrorist attack and once the plane landed, the doors were opened and the army opened fired on the passengers, most were reanimated. One army officer was bitten by a reanimated four-year-old boy; the soldier in question shot the boy in the head, and then turned the gun on himself. But yes, it is rumoured that New York has been cordoned off, but thankfully, like ourselves, it's an island and the rest of America is pretty safe for now."
Host: "We had to rely on USA news such as Fox and CNN, why?"
Professor: "Our newsreaders, cameramen and reporters are only human, too. In this time of crisis, what would most people do? Keep reading the news, or try and be with your family and flee or barricade yourself in? I know what I would do."
Host: "Is it true that the Chinese Air Force have shot down all passenger flights from the sky over their airspace?"
Professor: "We've heard the rumours. If it's true, then thousands upon thousands of people from all nationalities have been killed needlessly. Once this has all died down, there will be an investigation into that particular incident. Apparently, they were told to turn around and go back where they came from. Obviously some planes don't have the fuel to do that, so refused to do it and paid a heavy price."
Host: "There have been a dozen unconfirmed reports that the USA have also shot down planes from Europe. Is this true?"
Professor: "Yes. There were also two reportedly shot down in the Canadian skies. Basically, all planes that refused to turn around were taken care of. Other governments have done it, too. I know it sounds bad, but there are twenty three thousand flights in the USA alone, thirty thousand in Europe. Even if a thousand had been shot down, the governments had to act, because if the infection does get overseas, it's because of aviation that it has spread, and then we've got a serious world pandemic. Remember, the virus is spread through biting; it's not airborne so it can be controlled to a certain degree. I was brought on here to discuss the things that are plaguing us; I don't have much idea what's happening regarding flight paths or government control, I'm not a politician. I thought we were here to discuss these things, to try and help the people of this country?"
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